Melinda's powers – spell casting, potion making, scrying, telepathy, telekinetic orbing, precognition, regeneration, immortality, high resistance, agility, molecular immobilisation, remote orbing, conjuring.
Chris' Powers – spell casting, potion making, scrying, telekinesis, telepathy, orbing, remote orbing, immortality, sensing, agility, high resistance, cloaking, molecular combustion, electrokinesis.
Storm sat on the couch pulling on black trainers over her black trainer socks dressed in jeans, grey tank top and olive green hoodie that belonged to Chris. She glanced over at the clock for the millionth time and was relieved to see that the glowing digits finally read 06:55. She looked over at Chris who was sound asleep and showing no sign of nightmares and checked that her pager was on his bedside table. Satisfied she grabbed her radio from the sideboard and slipped soundlessly out of the room.
Phoebe and Paige leant casually against the wall out in the corridor when Storm quietly slipped out of her room as soon as she saw them she put a finger to her lips, tapped her wedding band and made a sleeping motion.
Storm closed her eyes searching for Piper and Leo's minds among the thousands around 'Leo Piper if your not out in the next 30 seconds I take it you don't want breakfast'. She telepathically warned her in laws figuring it be less intrusive than sticking her head in the door.
Moments later the door opened revealing a refreshed looking Piper and Leo "why didn't you just knock" Piper asked.
Her sisters immediately shushed her putting their fingers to their lips trying to smother a smile at how close Leo was to her.
"Chris' still fast asleep and that's the way I'd like it to stay for now, I've left my pager on his bedside table" Storm replied.
Piper frowned at her "why would you do something like that are out out of your mind".
Storm couldn't help the smiling "making sure he gets enough to eat is as important as making sure that he gets enough sleep. If he doesn't get up himself in the next 25 minutes I'll have control page me with a message reading mess hall Chris. Now I think we should make a move before Paige goes into full blown caffeine withdrawal".
They retraced the steps they had taken the previous night ending up back in the foyer Storm turned and slipped between the sweeping staircases pushing open a carved door. The room was filled with long tables and benches packed with all kinds of creatures, a counter with numerous servers lined the left hand wall, the right had a large buffet table covered in snacks. A table at the top of the room had drinks options and a place to dispose of the remains.
"Welcome tothe the mess hall come on" Storm said heading up the long row to the last server where she smiled as the familiar grey eyes looked up at her "morning Ben the usual for me and chef Amy's special for these guys".
Ben the shortest witch at the resistance at just over 4 ft 9 nodded his tightly cropped brown hair "coming right up" he grabbed 4 plastic plates and plastic trays and placed them on the counter. He then piled 3 of them with a full English before placing a slice of toast and a small pot of cherry jam on the last plate "Order's up" he said cheerfully.
"Thanks Ben when Chris comes in tell him to meet me at the fountain after he's eaten" Storm said grabbing hers and moving to the drinks table where she fixed herself a small coffee and placed it on the tray before getting a large glass of Orange juice.
Once the others had caught up and all poured themselves their first fix of caffeine before following her to a free table.
"Is that all your going to eat" Piper said glancing between the single slice of toast on Storm's and her skinny frame.
"Unlike the rest of the resistance I was born and raised a warrior, I'm not a big fan of greasy food".
Paige suddenly noticed that Storm wasn't in her uniform "you look good in jeans" she remarked in a complimentary tone.
"I'm on call today so I'm not required to wear uniform".
"What do you mean your on call" Phoebe asked curious.
"On call is closest we get to off duty. The RF's are either active out in the field, on standby where they're ready to mobilise at short notice and on call which is our R&R. When on call we're always ready to switch to active duty if our powers, skills or experience is required".
Checking the military watch strapped to her slender wrist Storm unclipped her radio and pressed the talk button "Control can you bleep a message to 1-9-1-3-7".
"Roger that what would you like it to read" a male voice asked.
"Mess hall now".
"Bleeping message mess hall now to pager 1-9-1-3-7, anything else".
"That's all control Storm out" replacing the radio to her waistband she turned to her companions "you finished".
"Yes" 4 voices chimed in unison as they either shovelled or swallowed the last remnants of their breakfast.
She telekinetically placed their trays and cups in the washing up box "you ok if I orb you all to the fountain this place is a maze".
They nodded as they rose and formed a circle holding hands and quickly dissolved into blue and white orbs.
Seconds later they reappeared in a room across the other side of the barracks. As soon as she'd fully materialised Storm used all her senses to scan the room for enemies and allies. When she only found 1 tightly shielded mind she relaxed from her tensed defensive position into a more comfortable 1 always a warrior.
It was a beautiful room with large Greek style marble pillars,stained glass floor, ornately carved oak benches, and a large marble fountain in the shape of Thor's Hammer bubbled with turquoise coloured water. The room was light by gold, blue and white balls that reminded everyone of white-lighter and spirit orbs. A harp enchanted to play by it's self filled the room with music giving the room a heavenly feeling.
"How is he" a female voice echoed off the high volted ceiling making it hard for anyone to find where it originated from.
"As well as can be expected but he slept well if that's what you mean" Storm smiled.
"Your the telepath" the 20 year old who stepped out from behind a pillar looked like a 5 ft 5 female version of Chris.
Storm laughed "you know I can't read thoughts in the sanctuary" she let the other girl pull her into a friendly hug.
"Come on our verbal sparring matches are the highlight of my day that and kicking Brody's arse in the gym. I have something that I think you might find useful" she waved her hand conjuring a wooden box and a paper file.
Storm flipped the box open and smiled "always 1 step ahead" she muttered as she extracted 2 leather cuffs with a stone like the Valkyrie pendants on it. She handed 1 to Phoebe and 1 to Piper "these are transporters, you press the stone and think of a place anywhere on the island and it takes you there. You have free range of the island but I'm afraid I can't allow you off it, it would destroy Chris if he lost you again".
While the 2 witches strapped the cuff on their wrists Storm turned back to the paper file and pulled out 4 sheets of paper handing 1 to each of the time travellers. "A list of the rooms we have here and also some of the terms you might hear the RF's using most Leo should already as their military terms".
Just then the room light up with blue and white orbs that took the form of an annoyed looking Chris "you know I nearly blew the damn thing up when it made that horrendous shrieking sound" he snapped tossing Storm's pager at her.
Storm had guessed his intentions and effortlessly caught it "got out the wrong side of bed this morning".
Chris shot her a death glare "anyway what the hell is this an intervention".
"Hardly. If it's an intervention where's grams".
Chris turned his posture softening "Melinda" he picked her up by the waist twirling her around "it's good to see you" he placed her back on the floor and she pulled him into a rib cracking hug.
"As usual you took the words right out my mouth, thanks for taking out the lieutenants this past year it's seriously weakened the regime and more demons are jumping ship than ever".
The travellers frowned Chris had spent the past year in the past with them so how could he be taking out lieutenants.
"The demons Chris has no doubt been sending you after may not be the ultimate threat to Wyatt but are high ranking members in the regime. It's seriously diminished their numbers and range of powers meaning that we've been able to launch several successful offensives without losing to many boots in the process".
"I bet they all moaned and whined about yet another demon hunt that interfered with them living their lives. Now which 1 would have complained the most, I put my money on Paige" Mel said scanning the sisters.
Chris laughed unreservedly "you hit the nail right on the head, you were always the practical 1" he said.
Finally Phoebe couldn't contain her curiosity any more "whoare you" she burst.
"I'm Melinda, Chris' little sister and leader of the RC's while Storm tends to focus on the RF's".
"Ok what does RC and RF mean is it some sort of code" Piper asked raising her eyebrows while the news sunk in.
"No it's shorthand RC stands for resistance civilians mainly refugee's or those with inactive powers they wear ordinary everyday clothes but they never wear grey t-shirts. RF stands for resistance fighters their the guys in combats, grey T-shirts or a badge in the shape of Thor's hammer" Chris explained turning to their mother.
Suddenly Storm's radio crackled to life "Commander we're got a innocent contact in the old bay mirror building can you attend".
She unclipped the radio "Control that's a affirmative I'll be there in 5" she replied.
"Don't you mean we" Chris said his eyes twinkling.
"The A team back together come on you 4 you'll want to watch this on the screen" Mel said holding her hands out.
No 1 realised that they were being watched from the small private memorial the leaders of the resistance had hid behind a false partition. The watchers consisted of Penelope Halliwell (ghost), Patricia Halliwell (ghost), Prudence Halliwell (white-lighter), Kyle Brody (white-lighter), Coop (Cupid) and Cole Turner (half demon half mortal).
"Kyle and Coop you are to refrain from contact with them where possible, as for Prue and Cole no contact what so ever you hear me and try and keep that son of yours from saying anything" the original Halliwell matriarch ordered.
"Benjamin's the son of Prue, Penny not Phoebe he knows how to keep a secret no offence Coop"
"None taken" the cupid said smiling at the half demon moments before they went their separate ways.