Bless the Broken Road

by Ammie Hawk

After the Mariemaya Uprising the Family Reconstruction Act was put into place. Roughly six months later, one of the former Gundam Pilots finds out he has family out there. In accordance with the new Act, he is placed in the custody of his new family. So together with his boyfriend of a year and his three friends from the wars, he heads off for a new life in San Francisco.

2. Chapter 2

Bless the Broken Road

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: The weather doesn't like me today…

AN: Fourth day of Christmas, as promised.

Chapter 1

Sixteen Years Later

Dr. Sally Po, head doctor of the prestigious peacekeeping organization, the Preventers, sat quietly humming to herself as she ran the latest batch of DNA through the recently established system for the Family Reconstruction Act. This batch had come in from the San Francisco branch, in the old United States. Her humming stopped, however, as she inputted the data of a family of four sisters, their spouses, and their children. A little button was flashing on the edge of the screen. That could only mean one thing; one of the war orphans already in the system was related to this family.

She clicked on the yellow tab and was redirected to a new page the computer was programmed to generate in these circumstances. Not even glancing over the name of the child in question, she scrolled down the page, to see what exactly the relationship between the family was. The Act required that the family be at least within the immediate family's immediate family, so the child was less likely to be sent to someone who didn't care about the parent.

When she reached the data needed, she paused to read.

Piper Halliwell: Mother

Leo Wyatt: Father

Wyatt Halliwell: Brother

Christopher Halliwell: Brother

Prudence Halliwell: Maternal Aunt

Melinda Halliwell: Maternal Cousin

Andrew Halliwell: Maternal Cousin

Phoebe Halliwell: Maternal Aunt

Prudence Halliwell: Maternal Cousin

Parker Halliwell: Maternal Cousin

Paige Matthews: Maternal Aunt

Tamora Mitchell: Maternal Cousin

Kat Mitchell: Maternal Cousin

Well, that was clear cut there. It seemed that this child was going to be placed with their biological family, and quite a large one at that. A small smile crossed her face at the thought. It was always nice to see the war orphans reunited with their families and finding a place to belong. She shook it off quickly enough and scrolled back up to the top of the page, it was time to find out who the lucky orphan was. However, her eyes widened when she saw the actual name. Was this really possible?

She quickly scrambled around for her phone and dialed her superior. Lady Une would want to hear about this one personally.

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Lady Une stared across her desk at the three young men sitting in her office. Why all three of them had come, she wasn't sure, but they refused to be separated at this point. It saddened her though that the other two of the former pilots had gone missing. Neither hide nor hair had been seen of those two since the end of the Mariemaya Uprising, though Quatre Raberba Winner assured her that they had kept in touch with him off and on over the past year. However, that was not the point of this meeting.

"Boys," she cleared her throat slightly and opened the file in front of her. "Since the three of you refuse to follow standard procedure, I'm going to have to say this in front of all of you."

"Lady Une," the small blond of the group smiled kindly at her, "the war made us family, and we are now closer than brothers. Anything you have to tell one of us, concerns all of us. All three of us feel very strongly on this point. So whatever it is, please tell us."

"Very well," she shook her head. "As I am sure you are all aware, the Family Reconstruction Act was put into place shortly after the Uprising to find homes for the war orphans. Slowly but surely, we are getting every man, woman, and child both on the Sphere and in the Colonies registered. It is a long and grueling process, but we are making significant headway in this."

"Lady Une," Quatre chuckled, recognizing the stall tactic for what it truly was, "we are all aware of the Act, since we were some of the first 'war orphans' you roped into registering. Could we please get to the point?"

"Of course," she sighed. So much for that. Now she would have to bite the bullet and get on with it, and she was sure it was going to be literal here in a moment. "Well, as I said the Family Reconstruction Act is supposed to find families for the war orphans, and, as such, we have found a match for one of you three. And not just one match, we found your mother, father, and two brothers, as well as three aunts and six cousins, all on the mother's side."

"Get on with it, Une," the raven haired teen scowled, not liking the runaround one bit.

"Alright," she glared at the Chinese teen, before taking a calming breath and turning to the final pilot in the room. "Heero Yuy, we have found your family."

Prussian blue eyes widened minutely at this proclamation, but otherwise he showed no sign of the news affecting him.

"In accordance with the Family Reconstruction Act, as you are still under the age of eighteen," Lady Une continued in a business tone, "you are to be placed within the home of your mother and father. Since you are a rather special case, I will be escorting you to San Francisco myself within the week and we will meet with your family then to decide the best course of action regarding your future care."

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The phone rang on the desk of one Paige Matthews, a social worker from the San Francisco area. Without any real thought, the redhead seated at the desk picked up the receiver and placed it to her ear.

"South Bay Social Services, Paige Matthews speaking, how can I help you this afternoon?" she chirped automatically.

~Ms. Matthews, this is Agent Waters of the Preventers,~ the person on the other end of the line answered. ~I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?~

"Of course," she scowled, why would the Preventers be calling her? "What can I do for you today?"

~Well, as I'm sure you are aware, the FRA is a program dealing with the placement of war orphans,~ Agent Waters explained rather hurriedly. ~We seem to be having trouble with the placement of a certain orphan in our care, and we were wondering if you might be able to help us out?~

"Sure," Paige agreed readily, she fully supported the program and what it was doing. "How can I help?"

~We can't seem to contact the parents of the orphan in question and were wondering if you might be able to get a hold of them for us.~

"O-Of course," she stammered slightly. "Can I have the name and I'll look in our database to see if I can locate them for you"

~Actually, the reason we contacted you specifically,~ Agent Waters sighed, ~is because of your personal connection to them. The couple we are looking for are Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt. All the contact information we have on file for them is proving either outdated or something because we cannot reach them, and it is rather urgent that we speak with them.~

"They are currently on vacation," the youngest Charmed One answered automatically. "Wedding anniversary. And their sons are currently away at school, and work. I can take a message if it's truly that urgent."

~Thank you,~ the Preventer said in some relief. ~I'm forwarding you an email, if you could somehow get it to them and have either of them contact us, it would be appreciated Ms. Matthews.~

"Okay, I've got the email," she clicked a few buttons on her computer, bringing up the email. "So you just want me to give this to them and then call you?"

~Yes, thank you. And I have to stress the importance of this matter, we need to hear back from one of them, even if it is one of their sons, within the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Have a nice day, Ms. Matthews.~

With that the line went dead. Paige frowned as she pulled the phone from her ear and placed it back on the cradle. She then looked back at the computer screen. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the email.

Dear Ms. Halliwell and Mr. Wyatt,

In accordance with the Family Reconstruction Act, we are pleased to inform you that we have located your son. A meeting with your son will take place at the San Francisco Preventer branch at 9 A.M. on February 28, A.C. 197. If for any reason you will not be able to attend said meeting please contact your local Preventer branch between the hours of 9 A.M. and 5 P.M. Monday through Saturday.

Upon taking custody of your son, a Preventer approved Social Worker will be in contact once a month for six consecutive months. This is to ensure that the placement of the child is going smoothly and that no complications arise. If you have any questions or concerns please follow the above instructions.

Sincerely,

Lady Anne Une

Head of Preventers

As soon as she finished reading, she hit the print button and reached for her purse. She then turned off her computer, grabbed the printout, and headed for the exit. She had to get this to Piper and Leo, but first she had a couple pit stops to make.

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Wyatt Halliwell sighed as he made his way down the hall of the San Francisco branch of the Preventers. He had just returned from a mission in New York, tracking down a minor arms dealer, who actually had connections with a demon, not that he'd put that in his report. Sometimes he really hated being one of the strongest witches of the age, but what could he do.

He finally made it to his office and sat down at the desk to type up his report. He was about halfway done when a knock sounded on the open door. He looked up at the disturbance, and didn't immediately recognize the young woman. The uniform she was wearing was standard issue, but that didn't tell him anything. His guard went up a bit, he could've sworn he knew every agent stationed in San Francisco.

"Can I help you?" he asked curiously.

"Yes," she state plainly. "I need you to come with me, Agent Light. Lady Une would like a word with you."

"O-O-Of course," the blond hastily pushed to his feet. It wasn't everyday that the head of the entire organization made an appearance at their branch office, much less asked to speak with any of the agents. Though maybe it wasn't such a good thing that he'd been summoned. Of course, it's not like he'd done anything wrong, though he did have the reputation for taking the 'freaky cases.'

So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't realize the young woman had led him away from his office ad up two floors, to the executive floor. He finally snapped back to reality as she knocked on the office marked 'Director.'

"Enter," a firm female voice called.

The agent opened the door, "Agent Light, Lady Une, as requested."

As soon as Wyatt cleared the door, she exited and snapped the portal closed behind him. His blue eyes darted to it for a moment before taking in the room he had just entered. It was the standard office of an executive; large desk, chairs, the basics. What truly caught his attention were the three people in the room. Seated behind the desk could only be Lady Une, her long brown hair down and round spectacles covering her brown eyes. Beside her stood another woman with her light brown hair pulled into twin twists falling over her shoulders. The most curious, however, was the shaggy haired brunet seated in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He couldn't be older than his late teens at the most and was wearing civilian clothes, including jeans and a jean jacket. His Prussian blue eyes were assessing the half-whitelighter almost clinically.

"Agent Light," the head of the Preventers' voice cut into his thoughts, "so good of you to join us. Please have a seat." She motioned to the seat next to the boy.

With a nod, the tall blond took the indicated seat, doing his best not to fidget nervously.

"Now, Mr. Halliwell," she dropped his title, momentarily startling him, "how long have you worked for the Preventers?"

"About six months, now," he frowned slightly at the question.

"So you started here just after the Uprising," it wasn't a question, and Wyatt treated it as such. "That is ultimately beside the point," she shook her head as the other agent cleared her throat. "We actually called you in here today for an important matter dealing with the FRA."

"The FRA?" he asked confused, he knew where every member of his family were at any given moment, due to his powers.

"Yes," Lady Une nodded. "Now, we would normally be having this discussion with you parents, but we were informed that they are out of the country. So we called you in instead. Your parents will be informed as soon as they contact us. In the meantime, however, we are releasing custody of your brother over to you."

"Lady Une," he held up his hand, "I think there's been some mistake, my brother is in L.A., he goes to school there."

"Yes, your brother, Christopher," she pulled a paper off her desk, "I am, however, talking about your other brother, a match we found for your family in the FRA database, Heero Yuy."

She motioned to the teen seated next to him.

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Piper Halliwell smiled up at her husband of twenty four years, Leo Wyatt. True, they had their ups and downs over the course of their relationship, but what couple didn't. The fact of the matter was that they made it this far, and had two beautiful boys to show for it, who were now grown men who would probably resent her for even thinking that way. Anyway, none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that she was here, on a deserted side of Valhalla, courtesy of her friends, the Valkeries, with her husband celebrating their anniversary with a second honeymoon.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss as they tumbled back onto the bed. They were just getting into it, when a large column of swirling lights began forming at the edge of the bed.

"Sorry to interrupt," the redhead who had appeared peaked through her fingers at the pair.

"PAIGE!" Piper screeched, pushing Leo off of her and pulling the covers tightly to her chin. "What the hell?"

"I said I was sorry," the youngest sister looked away. "It's not like I came here on purpose. Okay, I did come with a purpose, but you know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't an emergency."

"Look, Piper," her older sister was trying hard to keep herself from laughing, "why don't you and Leo get dressed. This is kind of important and we don't have a lot of time."

"Yeah," Phoebe grinned. "Though you two seem to have the worst luck. Though, you're still looking good, Leo."

"Get out!" Piper snapped at her sisters.

The trio of sisters continued giggling as they left the room. Piper sighed as she threw off the blankets and began looking for clothes. With a groan of frustration, her husband followed her lead.

"You know," he said, pulling on a pair of jeans, "I love your sisters, but they have the worst timing."

"Theirs isn't as bad as others," brown eyes darted to the ceiling. "Anyway, they've gotten better since the kids took over. Besides, I know they wouldn't interrupt this trip if it wasn't truly important."

"I know," he went over and put his arms around her and kissed her head. "Well, let's go see what they want."

The pair left the room and found the other three sitting around the little table in the other room. Paige had a paper clutched in her hands while the other two just stared at her as if she held all the answers to the universe.

"So," Piper finally broke the silence, "what was so important that you ruined my anniversary, which I was promised, by you three, would not be ruined?"

"This," the redhead handed the paper to her. "A little while ago, I was contacted by the Preventers. The agent said they were looking for the two of you for a case in the FRA. They contacted me, because they couldn't get a hold of you and I'm your sister. When I explained you were out of the country, they forwarded me this email and told me to get it to you as soon as possible. They also may have said I could've contacted Wyatt or Chris, but I figured the two of you might want to know that the Preventers found a war orphan who is your son."

"For the record," Phoebe raised her hand slightly, "I think it's an elaborate hoax. Someone trying to play off the Halliwell name. I mean, we do have a bit of a celebrity status, not just with the club and my column, but past events can be taken into account as well."

"With that in mind," Prue interjected, "it could be a demon or a warlock. Some big bad trying to get at the Charmed Ones, or even the next generation."

"It could be," Leo nodded thoughtfully.

"What you are not taking into account," Paige sighed, "is the Preventers DNA database. They run blood samples against other samples. That process is pretty much infallible."

"Oh, cause demons can't falsify records," the oldest sister scoffed. "Need I remind you of Cole?"

"Look, all I'm saying," the redhead glared at Prue, "is that it's highly unlikely that someone slipped something that big past a global—no, universal—organization like the Preventers."

"Enough," Piper waved her hands in front of her. "There are ways to figure this out. We could call the elders or an oracle, or sooth sayer, we have resources, we're the fucking Charmed Ones for crying out loud. We can get to the bottom of this, but first, we should probably get home and consult the book."

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As Wyatt pulled into the driveway of 1329 Prescott Street, the first thing he noticed was a moving van in front of 1331. He shook his head and cut the engine. What did it matter, really? So many people had moved in and out of that house during his childhood, what was one more? Anyway, he had more important things to deal with right now, namely his newfound brother who was currently getting out of the passenger side. With a sigh, he got out of the car and made his way to the trunk to help with the teen's things.

Once they gathered the three large duffle bags, they made their way up the stairs to the house. He unlocked the front door and let the shaggy haired brunet precede him inside.

"Well, Heero," he closed the door behind him and set the bag he was carrying down, "welcome to Halliwell Manor. Mom and Dad aren't home yet, they took a trip for their anniversary. But they should be home in a couple days."

"Then why are there people talking in there?" the teen pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

"It's probably just our Aunts," the blond frowned, this kid was uncanny, he had to strain his ears to notice anything, and that was just barely, "we have three, and they each have a couple kids apiece, our cousins, and they all like to pop in unannounced."

Heero shrugged and followed his brother around the corner toward the kitchen, but his hand automatically fell to his waistband, where a small handgun rested against the small of his back, one he'd managed to slip by Lady Une. Wyatt slowly opened the kitchen door to reveal five adults scattered throughout. A man and a woman stood side by side between the island and the sink, facing the door; another two women stood adjacent to them, a brunette and a redhead; and across from them, seated in one of the chairs from the table was another brunette.

"Mom? Dad?" the blond asked confused. "When did you get back?"

"A little while ago," his mother answered. "Your Aunts picked us up. Who's this?"

"Mom, Dad, this is Heero Yuy," he maneuvered the teen so he was now standing in front of him with his hands on his shoulders, earning a glare from the stoic youth. "Heero, this is our mom, Piper Halliwell, and our dad, Leo Wyatt. According to Lady Une and the FRA, Heero here is my kid brother and your youngest son."

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Ammie: Well, there we go, next up is day five, and we are on a roll. Anyway, please let me know what you think.