AN: Just if you're keeping score, at this point here's how the powers stand: PJ- Astral Premonitions (Projecting astral self into the future) and Beaming, Mel- Psychokinesis (Telekinesis through visualization, not sight) and Orbing, Tam- Molecular Immobilization (Freezing) and Orbing. Any confusion? Ask in the comment or you can message me.

July 13, 2025

Melinda

I walked; excuse me, limped out of the door of the Manor to find PJ on the phone and Tamora walking up the walkway.

"What's going on?" she asked.

I gently stepped off of the front porch and said, "Mom has an idea, but she refuses to tell me until we're all together. Now we are," I said as I walked to PJ, "Who was on the phone?"

"Mom," she said, "she's on her way," PJ said as she put her phone in her purse. Tam had caught up by now and we were walking (and I was still limping by the way) into the house.

"Why are you limping, Mel?" Tamora asked. She placed her purse down on the coffee table and I sat down.

"She had a car accident," PJ said before I could.

"You had a flash?" Tam asked.

"Yeah, well no. I had a premonition," she said, "but what happened to your leg? I didn't see you get hurt."

"The door fell on my toe when I popped it off. With my… new power. Telekinesis, I think."

"Like a full-blown premonition? And Telekinesis? I feel left out!" Tam said.

"Believe me you're not out of the loop," I told her, '"Mom told me you froze something completely today."

"Yeah but you both got completely different powers! Mines just grew," she said, pouting.

"Well, mines is kinda the same too! Plus, yours doesn't give you a headache," PJ said while rubbing her temples.

"Does it matter what we have?" I asked, slightly irritated by their childishness.

"Of course you would say that, Prue Jr. You have the cool powers. I got stuck with visions that, again, give me headaches," PJ complained.

"Premonitions are one of the most coveted gifts in the magical world, Prudence Johnna," a voice said.

I turned to see my Aunt Phoebe walking in on her new cane.

"Yeah, I know mom, but… wait, Telekinesis, freezing, premonition. Those are-,"

"Charmed powers," I heard another voice. I turned again to see my mom.

"Okay, y'all had to plan that," I said.

"Hey, we're old, we take our thrills where we can get it," my mom said as she helped her sister sit down.

My cousin laughed but I wasn't in a laughing mood. I limped over to my mom, "What do you mean Charmed powers?"

"Well, since Phoebe and I are no longer Charmed," her eyes rested on Tam for a split second and she gave a half-hearted grin, "We figure that the Power of Three has to go to someone-,"

"Why not to our daughters," Phoebe completed.

"Yeah, but, Kat," Tam said.

"And Parker and Beth," PJ asked.

I sat down, my toe had begun to hurt even more, and it throbbed. I made a mental note to call Wyatt when this was over.

"Well, again we think, that since you are all the oldest daughters of a Charmed One, that you have the best… genes," Phoebe said.

"I thought the Charmed Ones had to be sisters," Tamora said. She looked excited.

"No, the Power of Three is strongest in familial bonds, but three people don't even have to be related to have that connection. But hey you're cousins, and you generally like each other, so it's all cool," my mom explained.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't like the idea. I didn't want to put my cousins in danger. My brothers already went on weeklong Underworld excursions that they called 'exterminations' and me and mom always worried. If I became a Charmed One, then I would be out demon fighting. Who would protect my mom?

"No but-," my mom was interrupted.

"We are," I heard yet another voice, a male this time. Now I was on alert. I stood, too quickly.

"Ow, dammit!" I said as I stared at the man who had talked. He was wearing a white robe with a gold robe underneath. He was dark-skinned and his voice was slow. I closed my eyes, getting ready to push him backwards.

"Silly girl, hasn't your mommy told you not to use your powers on an Elder?" the apparent Elder said.

"Elder?" I asked. I knew what they were, but I hadn't seen one. They turned their backs on my mom and her sisters about a year after I was born. They didn't issue them a new Whitelighter and until Wyatt learned how to heal on command, they had to be really careful when it came to fighting demons.

"Yes, I'm sure you've heard of us," he said, "Your brother, Chris, is half-Elder."

"What do you want, Jonnah?" my mother asked. She was standing, and it took me then to realize how much we looked alike. We were standing in the same offensive, ready-to-strike kind of way.

"We want to… bring the Charmed Ones back to our side of things. After all we are the ones who gave them their powers," Jonnah said. He was an ass and I didn't like him.

"Your side of things," Phoebe said, "You mean you want to control my daughter and my nieces? They are not yours to control."

"They aren't yours anymore either. They are the magical community's. They're, what did you say Phoebe, 'protectors of the innocent, they're known as the Charmed Ones' I think the phrase was," he said as he chuckled to himself.

"Why should we listen to you?" I asked. I stepped forward. I put too much pressure on my toe and I winced. It was definitely broken.

"For that reason right there," he said, pointing at my toe, "whom are you going to get to heal your battle wounds?"

He raised a good point then I remembered, "I do have a half-Whitelighter brother and that half-Elder one you mentioned too," I said.

"We both know Christopher cannot heal, and even if he could we both know that he and Wyatt both are in the Underworld making sure the Halliwell family is safe, while leaving you all exposed; it's a conundrum really. But my proposition is, we will assign you a Whitelighter, and you will fight demons, and we will all be happy. Deal?" he asked, and he extended his hand.

I looked back at my mother. She looked wary, but she nodded. She didn't want anything to happen to us even more than me.

"Deal," I said. I stared at his hand. I had no intention on shaking it.

"Now tah-tah," Tamora said.

PJ stood, "You can leave now," she added.

"Fine, I will be sending your Whitelighter soon," he said. He nodded acknowledgement to my mother and Aunt and Orbed out.

"Your first act as Charmed Ones: Standing up to an Elder," My mom said.

"I'm proud," Phoebe said.

We all walked to the foyer, PJ supporting her mother.

"I have to go to the restaurant. The main chef is sick with the flu. How you get the flu in the summer I don't know but I have to go in. Coming Mel?" My mom said.

"Nah, I need to be going to the emergency room. My toe's definitely broken. But… I left my car on Van Ness Avenue. Give me a ride Peej?" I asked as I held my hand up for a high five.

"High fives are definitely fifth grade," she said.

Fine, we'll make a Charmed One sandwich… with three slices of bread," Tamora said as she moved in for a hug.

"Watch my toe!" I warned.

The moment the hug made our skin touch, the chandelier above us sparkled. It sent down jets of blue light and I felt different, powerful, and strong. Like I had just woken up from a long sleep, well rested.

"When do we start kicking ass?" Tam asked.

"I can't kick anything until I get my toe fixed!" I said.