Summary: Leo is assigned a new charge, a fourteen year old boy. Upon arrival Leo quickly realizes that this was no ordinary boy. The boy must choose who he is destined to be. The next source, or one of the greatest good the world's ever seen with the source as a father and a charmed one as a lost mother. It's up to Leo to lead him to a mother he's never known an away from the only family he thinks he has left.

A/N: Ok so basically Phoebe's baby is alive and so is Cole, but without Phoebe's knowing. Hence the source and a Charmed One. But Cole never told Damian who he really was. To Damian his mother died when he was still a baby. Leo comes in as a soccer coach and a school nurse.

Disclaimer: Don't own charmed. Don't sue.

Quick Fact-Characters:
Damian Phillip Turner-14 years old
5'7 with hazel eyes (Like Cole's)
Brown partially curly hair
(Think Zachary in Legend of Sleepy Halliwell)

Christopher Perry Halliwell, 12 years old
4'10 with intense green eyes
Mushroom cut straight brown hair
(Think of the little Chris in Legend of Sleepy Halliwell only older)

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, 13 years old
5'3 with blue eyes
Curly blonde hair
(Think of Justin Timberlake in his early NSYNC days)

Chapter 1-A New Charge

NO ONE'S POV

"I don't want to move to San Francisco!" Damian shouted as he threw the last box into the Uhaul glaring at his father.

Cole sighed. He didn't want to move either, but his law firm had decided to make the firm bigger by building a branch in San Francisco and he was one of the 'lucky few' who had to move. Of course their house was already paid and the company car would take care of them temporarily, but the thought of being so near to Phoebe tugged at his heart causing old wounds to reopen.

"I don't want to either, but my job..." Cole tried explaining once again.

"Screw your job," Damian sneered stalking off to the front of the car.

Cole's eyes flashed a dark black for a second as a small fireball appeared in his hand. He quickly clamped his hand shut extinguishing the small flame as he tried to control his emotions.

He truly didn't blame his son for being so angry about the move. He was already in the middle of his eighth grade year and was doing great with tons of friends and was happy here. He knew that taking Damian away from the life he's only known was unfair. Throwing him into a house eight blocks from Prescott street was downright cruel.

"We've got a long drive ahead of us. So what do you say we stop by Best Buy and get you some new Cds to listen to?" Cole asked bribing his son.

"Fine," Damian pouted.

Cole tried ignoring his son the rest of the drive to San Francisco. He was so rebellious. There was so much of Phoebe inside Damian. The way he always did the right thing despite all the evil he had grown up around. Cole could never change Damian's mind. When he saw someone hurt he always took him home, nursed the stranger and even offer a place to stay for the night. And whenever Cole tried to kick the stranger out Damian would glare at him with such a look that it made Cole feel guilty. Much like when Phoebe glared at him and he knew she had won.

"We're here!" Cole said trying to sound cheerful.

Damian rolled his eyes and got out slammed the door causing Cole to jump a little. Cole sighed and turned the ignition off. He walked around to the side of the car where Damian was, looking over the house from the front.

"It's bigger than our house in Chicago," Cole pointed out.

"Yeah, whatever," Damian spat putting his headphones back on and blasting his music.

He hated the place already. Everyone was too happy. It looked too perfect a neighborhood. There was even a neighborhood patrol writing tickets to put on people's cars. 'Great! Dad just had to land us a spot in Beaver Cleaver's neighborhood,' Damian thought as two boys passed him.

"DAMIAN!" Cole shouted over his son's blasting music catching his attention.

"What?"

"Help me with these boxes," Cole said handing one over to Damian.

Cole opened the door to the house and walked in. The layout was similar to one of the Halliwell manor causing Cole to momentarily let the source within take over once again as his anger rose another level. Demons were definitely going to pay for this sick idea of a joke later. The last thing he needed was another reminder of Phoebe.

"You ok dad?" Damian asked noticing his father hadn't moved from his previous position when he left him.

"No. I'm going to go take care of some business. You continue unloading the boxes. Pick a room ok?" Cole said walking over to the bathroom.

Once inside he shut the door and disappeared in heap of flames reappearing in the underworld.

Upon his arrival demons knelt down scared to look at him in the eye. By now he was clearly angry and he finally had a chance to let it show. His eyes were jet black daring any demon to look him in the eye.

"Who set up the house?" Cole demanded.

When no one responded Cole vanquished the closest demon to him sending the rest to step back as Cole stepped towards them.

"Let's try this again. Who made the house arrangements?" Cole sneered out.

"I did sir," Nelson, the youngest demon stuttered out.

Cole advanced towards the demon as the rest of the demons shimmered out leaving them by themselves.

"Do you know who lives eight blocks away?" Cole asked his voice dangerously calm.

"I thought you wanted your enemies closer," the demon stammered backing into the cave wall.

"This is your only warning. Get out of my face before I do something you'll regret," Cole said as a fireball appeared in his hand.

Before the demon could shimmer away he threw the ball sending the demon in yells of terror as he exploded. Satisfied Cole reappeared in his bathroom flushing the toilet on his way out.

"Jesus dad you take one hell of a long piss," Damian noted as he walked pass Cole setting a box of plates down on the kitchen counter.

"You start school tomorrow," Cole said casually as Damian spun around glaring at Cole.

"I am NOT starting school tomorrow," Damian spat out a new wave of anger rushing through him.

"Yes you are. Don't try to get out of it," Cole said with finality.

"You're the freaking devil!" Damian shouted porously bumping into Cole on his way out of the house.

"So I've been told," Cole shouted after him.

====At the Manor====

"I have a new charge," Leo announced at the dinner table.

Phoebe, Paige, and Piper exchanged glances. Richard and Jason rolled their eyes and continued eating. Every time Leo had a new charge the girls would have a fit demanding to know if it was a girl and why she needed protecting. It also meant Leo would take out his tools and beg Richard and Jason to go shopping for new ones as his old ones were often rusty because they weren't used often.

"Who is she?" Paige asked curiously.

"She is a he. I don't know why. But he's only fourteen. And I'm suppose to be a soccer coach and nurse at Wyatt and Chris' school," Leo said slightly confused.

Chris and Wyatt looked up from their plates now alert.

"Sweet! Dad's the coach at school," Chris smiled gleefully.

"The school nurse? Dad guys aren't nurses," Wyatt whined earning him a disapproving look from everyone at the table.

"Who says. Guys can be nurses," Chris defended Leo.

"No! Guys are doctors," Wyatt countered.

"Men can be whatever they want," Piper said shutting both boys up.

Everyone ate in silence for awhile, everyone deep in thought. Why would a fourteen year old boy need a white lighter? And better yet, why didn't he need one before?

"You know the weird thing is?" Leo broke the silence.

"What?" Chris asked happily as he tk'd a roll of bread to his plate.

"He doesn't know he's a witch. But the elders say he's in danger. That he's too powerful to sway to the side of evil," Leo said thoughtfully.

"What's his name?" Phoebe asked hoping it wasn't the name in her mind.

The elders said that about only one other baby besides Wyatt. But it couldn't be. Her baby died. He almost killed her and his sisters. He couldn't possibly be alive.

"I don't know the last name. The elders won't give me. But his first name and middle name is Damian Phillip," Leo said not thinking anything of it.

All three sisters dropped whatever they were eating making a loud clanking noise on the plates surprising the rest of the room. Paige's little daughter, who was asleep in the room besides the dining room awoke and started crying. Richard looked to Paige and then to the playpen where their daughter resided. He didn't know where to go.

"It can't be..."

A/N: Ok so it's kind of bad. But I just needed to set the story up. I've just had this playing in my mind since forever. I just needed to know what if. Can you guys please tell me if I should continue? I hope you guys like it because I surely think it's an interesting concept. So yeah please tell me what your thinking. The more feedback the faster the update.