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Chapter One

So what does one do after their life was turned upside-down by the unexpected news that their father was murdered and that he wasn't really their father at all?

Spend the night at social services because for some unknown reason you want to be around people. Which really bothers me. Because normally I hate people.

I didn't get much sleep but I did manage to get some more information about my birth mother from Karen, I mean Kathy. She lived in San Francisco and she used to be a social worker. I even got an address but it was from 2002 so it could be a bust.

Ugh, I was way too excited about this. I needed to put my mind to other things. Like how the hell was I supposed to become a famous actress if I wasn't going to Hollywood Arts anymore? Ok that wasn't true, I had till the end of the month but considering it was the middle of December and break started at the end of the week. I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was almost seven in the morning. Fan-friggin-tastic.

Grabbing my bag I headed to the bathroom so I could apply my makeup so I only kinda looked like shit.

"Jade where are you going?" Karen, I mean Kathy stopped me on my way to the door.

"School."

"Do you really think that is a good idea?" I narrowed by eyes before glaring.

"I'm going."

"Fine but I will be at your house later today to pick you up and bring you to the foster home." I absently nodded in her direction before leaving the building and going out to my car, a newer black Jeep Wrangler. I purposely took the longest way possible to school. Not wanting to show up early so I could be bombarded with questions about why I was forced by the police to leave school early. I pulled into the parking lot five minutes before the bell was supposed to ring so I sat in my car and waited until I could hear the faint ringing.

"You can do this. You're an actress," I whispered before storming into Sikowitz's class in a very 'Jade-like' manner.

"Ah Ms. West how nice of you to grace us with your presence," Sikowitz said in between slips from a coconut, "Should I assume that you will be leaving class early once again?" Don't assume anything dumbass.

"Bite me," I snarled before taking a seat in the back of the class, throwing my 'bitch bubble' up to its highest setting. No one bothered me for the rest of class. Cat tried to come up to be during passing period but I snapped at her and I'm pretty sure I made her cry. Vega was smart enough to keep her distance but her sympathetic glances were bothering me to no end. I forgot that her dad was a cop. He had probably heard about my dad and told her. Shit. My new mission: stay away from janitor's closet.

I made it to lunch without hitting anyone, so that was good. There was so much on my mind that anything that came out of any teenager's mouth was completely retarted and pointless.

"I heard about your dad, I'm sorry," Robbie finally said in the silence that was our table. I sent a glare towards Vega before nodding in response to Robbie.

"If you need help coping I can-," Tori started.

"You'll what Vega?" I snapped, "Tell me that you understand because living with two perfect parents is so hard?" That shut her up fast, along with the rest of the table. I didn't meet any of their eyes as I got up from the table and left the school.

So I was being a bitch and skipping school, sue me. The guy I thought was my father for the last seventeen years just died. I stormed passed the parking lot, not wanting to drive. I didn't really pay attention to where I was walking but before I knew it I was down a small alley that turned out to be a dead end. Not caring about the fact that the alley was disgusting I dropped my bag to the ground and sat with my back against the wall, knees pulled to my chest in attempt to hide my face from the world.

"Looks like I found a witch. How fun," Someone growled and my head snapped up, expecting to find some drunken guy. And that's what I get for making an assumption. It looked like a man but two small horns stuck out from the top of his head and his skin was an awful orange color. He lifted his hand and a bright blue ball of what looked like electricity formed.

"What the hell?" I shrieked and scrambled to my feet. He smirked before flinging the ball in my direction. I screamed, icy fear shot through my entire body rooting me to the spot, and my eyes clamped shut, I was gonna die. A tingly sensation passed through my entire body and I felt my feet leave the ground; I guess that's what it feels like to be electrocuted. I second later I felt my feet touch the ground again and I cautiously opened up one eye to see the thing still standing there and just as confused as I was. We stood there for a moment before he lifted his hand again and threw another one. I wasn't afraid this time. I mean last time it happened I disappeared or something so- holy mother effing shit that hurt! I screamed in pain and clutched my upper arm. That's what I get for making fucking assumptions.

The thing smirked again and started laughing, "You stupid witch. You can't get away from me this time." I tore my eyes away from the thing and drove for my bag just as he threw another one of those ball things. He laughed again and started walking towards me. I clutched the pair of sissors in my hand so hard that my knuckles turned white, they felt like lead in my hand when I raised them and embedded them in the things gut. He (or it) roared in pain and I took off running. I ran out of the alley way and down the street, not stopping until I felt like my lungs were going to collapse.

Taking a seat on a nearby bus stop I didn't think twice about calling Beck to come and pick me up. Fifteen minutes later he pulled up in his beat up old pick-up truck.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked as soon as I slide into the cab.

"Nothing, can you take me to this address?" I asked and shoved a piece of paper in his hands.

"Jade, this is in San Francisco," He stated.

"I know. Please." I gave him a pleading look and he sighed, moving a hand through his hair. I needed to see if my birth mother was here. Maybe she knew what the hell was going on.

"Okay." He didn't ask any questions as he got onto the freeway and that was something I loved about him. He knew that I would tell him if I wanted to. Which I didn't. At least not right now. We drove in complete silence for at least an hour before I finally spoke.

"My father was murdered." I didn't meet Beck's eyes.

"I know," He spoke softly, "I'm sorry." That's it. Not I know how you feel or it must be awful. Just I'm sorry. He didn't ask stupid questions like are you okay because we both knew that I wasn't. I saw him glance down at my arm, which was no longer bleeding but just throbbing in pain and that's when I broke. I told him everything that had happened. The fact that I was adopted and my birth mother might be at this address in San Francisco. I even told him about the thing attacking me but conveniently left out the part about the magic blue ball things.

I didn't even realize I was crying until Beck took one hand of the steering wheel and gently began to rub the tears from my face. Subconsciously I unbuckled my seat belt and moved so I put my head in his lap; he stroked my hair and murmured things that didn't quite register to my brain before I fell asleep.

What seemed like only seconds later I felt someone shaking me awake. Slowly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I sat up and looked around. Beck and I were sitting in his truck which was parked in front of an unfamiliar dark pink Victorian style house. Ugh, if would have been cool except for the pink. Wait why were, oh yeah. My birth mother was supposed to be living here.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Beck asked and I shook my head.

"Thanks but I think I need to do this alone." I grabbed my bag with my good arm before letting myself out and slowly walking up the steps. When I got to the door I turned back to Beck and waved my hand, watching him drive away. God I hoped that she lived here. I did not want to have to call Beck again. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. After a minute of standing there a boy, about twelve or thirteen, with messy brown hair and bright green eyes opened the door. He stared at me suspiciously for what seemed like hours before he saw my arm and his eyes went wide.

"Mo-," He started to yell but was interrupted by a women in what looked like her late thirties. He long dark brown hair was held together in a ponytail and her chocolate brown eyes were kind.

"Christopher Perry Halliwell what have I told you about opening the door without my permission?" she scolded and my hopes or finding my birth mother pretty much died there because their last name was Halliwell.

"But Mom-."

"I don't want to hear it," She said and he walked off, "I'm sorry. Can I help you with something?" I almost considered just leaving but that boy obviously recognized my arm so maybe they knew something about the thing that attacked me.

"I'm looking for Paige Matthews."

Lalala the end! Well for that chapter at least.

An explanation for the unknown characters (unless you've seen Charmed) will be in the next chapters authors note.

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