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1x06 : Witch Hazel

Summary : Hearing that the Source is building up his forces, the next generation rushes to make sense the prophecy, but why is the Source freaked out and acting irrationally? And what happens when a mysterious hazel eyed woman wanders into their life?

Chapter Six : The World Today

"What the hell do they want?" Emily asked Henry Jr telepathically as she watched the demons plough their way through the shelves, looking as if they were looking for something in particular. "What are they looking for?"

Henry Jr frowned as he watched the demons ransacking the shelves and making a mess, "I don't know," he replied. "But whatever it is, something tells me that we shouldn't let them get it."

Emily nodded in agreement.

Henry Jr's frown became more pronounced, "But what I don't understand is why they're working together," he commented as he took in the type of demons; there were at least three different kinds of demon. The real kicker, however, was the fact that they never worked together. "They never team up, why now?"

"The Elders said that the Source was rounding up his troops, maybe your feeling was right. Maybe they are banning together, but what is here that the Source would want?" Emily questioned. "We searched the place, there is nothing here."

"Unless they know something we don't."

Emily nodded, "okay, you take half and I take half?"

"You have no offensive powers."

"I can tap into yours!"

Henry Jr rolled his eyes at Emily's persistence. Yes, she could tap into his powers, but that did not mean he liked the idea of her fighting the demons. She could not tap into everyone's powers, only people - or demons - with weak minds. Something that Emily said they all had, which Henry thought of as an insult. "Fine." He said as he slowly positioned himself into a crouch and began walking around the table, Emily doing the same thing on the opposite time.

Seeing the demons holding a scroll, Henry Jr frowned and held out his hand and nodded to Emily who nodded back. "Scroll," he called quietly and instantly the scroll that the demon hand been holding could be seen leaving the demon's hand only to reappear in Henry's.

"What the?" The demon raged as they all whirled around and seen Henry Jr crouched down holding the scroll. "Give that back, boy!" He ordered, "and we promise we'll let you live in one piece with minimum damage."

"Sorry, I don't like that plan," Henry Jr said as he looked at the demons, "but you're welcome to come and try to get it."

"With pleasure," the demon sneered as he advanced on Henry, an energy ball in his hand as he stalked towards the younger man.

Seeing the energy ball fly at Henry, Emily took a deep breath and held out her hand, "Energy ball!" She called and then she watched the energy ball leave its present course towards Henry, only to reappear in front of her in a shower of orbs. Then pushing out her hand she sent it flying at another demon that went up into flames upon impact. "You're going to have to do a little more than that if you want it back," She taunted as she stood up.

"There are two!" One of the demons shouted, stating the obvious, causing one of the demons to send him a dirty look and ready a fireball by glaring at him. "Well there are!"

"We can see that," another demon hissed as he looked back at Henry and Emily. "But we can't leave without the prophecy," he pointed out. "The death the Source will provide if we fall is far worst than one that they could give us."

"Wanna bet?" Henry Jr asked.

"I'll be pleased to wipe that smug smile off your face," the demon said as he narrowed his eyes at Henry and sent an energy ball his way, one that Henry Jr easily sent into a wall.

Smiling in anticipation, Emily watched as two demons advanced on her. She was never one to vanquish demons she actually hated it. These demons were different though, they worked for the Source and anything Emily could do to thwart his plans, and she would do it. If the Source was hell-bent on killing them all and taking over the world, she was not going to make it easy for him.

Watching the demons, she narrowed her eyes in concentration, only to take a deep breath when she watched one demon shimmer out from in front of her, only to fire simultaneously with the other demon; killing her instantly when an energy ball collided with her chest and another collided with her back.

Coming out of her vision, Emily almost rolled his eyes when she seen the demon shimmer out while the remaining one readied an energy ball. "Come and get me," She said as she watched the demon hiss and go to throw the energy ball at her.

Seeing it flying her way, Emily waited to hear the whooshing sound of an energy ball flying at her from behind. Once she heard it, Emily fell to the floor as fast as she could, and gripped her hands into fists to cut off the demons' air while the other's energy ball came flying at them. They couldn't stop it or shimmer out though; she had them pinned in place.

Smirking when they went up in flames, Emily sighed. "Henry," She called as she looked over to where the younger witch was sending a dark lighter's arrow back at the dark lighter. She sighed, "Need help?"

"Shut up!" Henry Jr shouted good naturally, as he ducked as an energy ball flew his way. Jerking his hand to the right, he sent a demon in the path of another's fireball, and sighed as he watched the remaining demons. He was really getting sick of demons.

He had never really understood why his mother and aunts had complained so much about fighting demons, not with all the good they did. Now, however, Henry Jr had a pretty good idea he knew how they were feeling. They fought demons whenever they attacked or wherever they were causing trouble for the world, and they rarely got any thanks. Sure, the Elders would praise them from time to time when they wanted them to do some of their dirty work.

As if being part white lighter made him, Wyatt and Chris company me.

Henry snorted; they were not their beck and call boy.

Seeing the one remaining demon, Henry Jr took a deep breath and flicked his hand, effectively breaking the demon's neck, only to have him burst into flames after the loud crack finished resounding through the large room. "That was easy enough," he muttered.

"LOOK OUT!" Emily yelled.

Henry Jr frowned as he heard Emily's shout. Whirling around, he was unprepared for the demon that shimmered in behind him, and a part of him wondered how Emily knew the demon would be there. That was until he figured out that she had probably seen it in a vision, some times having a psychic was helpful.

He did not have time to fight the demon off before he had an energy ball collide with his stomach and send him flying into a bookshelf, causing several demons to fall onto his head. Seeing the demon advance on him, Henry could only see blurry shapes as Emily tried to vanquish the demon, only to be sent into the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room.

Crouching down beside Henry, the demon smirked as he took the scroll from Henry's hand. "Thanks for this," he said as an arrogant smirk appeared on his face. "On behalf of the Source, I send you his thanks." He said as he shimmered out.

Running to Henry's side, Emily helped him to his feet. "Come on," she said as she saw the skin that was scorched black, "we need to get you to Wyatt." She said as she wrapped her arm around his waist while she threw his arm over her shoulder.

"They got the prophecy," Henry Jr stated.

Emily tensed for a moment before shrugged it off. "It's okay," she assured as she looked at Henry in the eyes. "Doesn't matter as long as we get you out of here, so come on, orb us over to Wyatt's."

Henry did not hear her, however. Something had caught his eyes; at his feet was a small piece of a scroll. "What's that?" He asked as he bent down to get it, hissing in agony when a ripple of pain we through his body as he picked it up from the ground and read it. "I think this is what the Source didn't want us to get." He commented.

Frowning, Emily looked at the words written on the scroll and felt her eyes widen. "For that is the identity of the Source," she read. "It gave up his identity," she whispered when she saw Henry Jr nod. "Well that's fine, I love a good mystery." She said when she frowned at Henry who seemed to be beating himself up. "Now orb us home."

Holding the small piece of the scroll in his hands, Henry Jr nodded and orbed the two of them home in a shower of blue and white orbs as they dissolved.

Hazel rolled her eyes as Chris continued to usher her up the hallway, "honestly Chris," she said for the millionth time. "Once we ID the demon I can take care of myself, I don't need you or anyone else to hold my hand." She huffed as she crossed her arms across her chest as Chris removed a key and unlocked the door.

"Well that depends on who the demon is, if it's a powerful demon you may need help," he pointed out as he opened up the door and held it open for her as she walked in and huffed as she leaned against the wall. "Come in," he said gesturing to the living room, "I don't bite." He said as he walked in. "Hey, anyone here?" He asked as he raised his voice as he called out to his brother, but knowing his family, anyone could be here. One of the downfalls of having a close family. "Wy?"

"Yeah?" Wyatt called as he walked in from the kitchen, a worried expression on his face as he looked at his brother, Prue close on his heels. "What is it?" He asked, catching Hazel in the corner of his eyes he frowned, "who's this?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at Hazel slightly.

Chris rolled his eyes, as he put a hand on Hazel's shoulder and brought her forward as Wyatt continued to narrow his eyes at her. "This is Hazel, she's in my history class and she was attacked by a demon, so I told her we could come here and ID the demon before we-"

"Before I go after him," Hazel interrupted, removing her eyes from Wyatt and looking at Chris. "I told you I don't need your help, but you wouldn't listen to me. Now I appreciate that you're helping me ID the demon, but after that we go our separate ways."

Chris sighed as he turned to look at her, and both of the stood wearing identical looks of indignation as they both crossed their arms across their chests. "And I told you that the demon may be to powerful and you might help."

"And I said I can take care of myself."

Prue smirked as she looked at the two as a wide-eyed expression crossed her face and she winked at Wyatt, who in turn frowned at her. Sighing, Prue shook her head, looked back at the two, and rolled her eyes at Wyatt's clueless expression. Upon seeing the bickering two, Prue sighed again, they were apparently just as clueless. Why was everything up to her? Sometimes it didn't pay to be the only Cupid that hung out with these people. All the romantic labour was left up to her, and sadly, it was stressing. Especially with how stubborn her family was. She frowned, so many love lives, so little time.

"Anyway," Prue interrupted, "Chris," she said slowly, waiting for her cousin to look at her before she continued. "You know that deadline that was today?" Seeing Chris frown, she rolled her eyes. "The Elders," she snapped, almost laughing when Chris' eyes widened comically. Wow, Chris forgot something for once. I'm scared. She thought, smirking when Chris narrowed his eyes, "stay out of my head, you know what they say about eavesdroppers," she warned. "But that's not the point," she shrugged as she walked over and picked up an old scroll that was coiled up. "Wyatt and I couldn't make any sense of it, but maybe you can add a new angle," she proposed.

Wyatt nodded, "yeah, well I got to go," he said simply as he walked over and picked up his tan jacket. "Call me if you find anything," he said simply.

Chris frowned as he turned to look at Wyatt, "wait, you're going?" Seeing Wyatt nod, Chris' frown became more pronounced as he looked at his older brother. As far as he knew he didn't have any classes, and he didn't have a shift since he had one last night, so… "Where are you going?"

Wyatt sighed as he turned to look at his brother, sending Prue a look as she coughed to cover up her laughter. "Well, since you had that wonderful conversation with mom saying that we wouldn't go over to the house to research demons, she feels as though we're 'cutting here off,'" Wyatt said simply, making quotations with his fingers. "And apparently she doesn't see us anymore."

Chris frowned, "but I work at the restaurant and you work at the club as her bartender sometimes." He pointed out, frowning when Wyatt's shoulders slumped and he nodded.

"Which I told her, but she wouldn't listen to me," Wyatt smiled sheepishly. "And since she doesn't know we cloned the book-"

"We?" Chris and Prue questioned in unison.

Wyatt rolled his eyes, "and since she doesn't know I cloned the book," he corrected, huffing when Chris and Prue nodded. "She says that we're never home, so I got talked into going over for lunch," he frowned. "Which I still don't know how…" he mused.

Chris snorted, "Wy, it's mom. You should know better than to question her ways of manipulation."

Wyatt nodded, "Which means I got talked into going over, but I told her you were busy that way you could continue trying to decipher the prophecy."

Chris frowned, "Leaving all the brain work to me," he said simply, shaking his head. "Typical."

"Hey!" Wyatt defended, "be happy I got you out of this!" He snapped. "I'll be back the first chance I can," he said simply, looking towards Hazel he waved. "I hate to brush you off, but nice to meet you." He said simply, shrugging off the bad vibes he was getting. Then his eyes widened when he seen the bloodstain on Chris' shirt, "Chris," he said in an overprotective tone, "you're bleeding," all thoughts of leaving gone. "Why didn't you say so?" He demanded as he headed over to his brother.

"It's nothing, Wy," Chris said, waving his hand in a dismissive way, "Hazel healed it." He said simply as he looked down at his shirt. "Sadly it didn't save the shirt."

Prue frowned as she looked over to Hazel, "you're a white lighter?"

Surprised by how the focus had suddenly been turned to her, Hazel blinked rapidly before shaking her head. "Um, no," she said simply when her mind processed what was being asked. "I'm not a white lighter."

"Then how did you-" She paused and looked at Chris, "Christopher," Prue warned as she crossed her arms. "How did she heal you if she isn't a white lighter?"

Chris grinned, "Long story."

"And frankly it's a story I don't have time for," Wyatt said simply, looking at Chris, he frowned. "You know how our family is; change that shirt before someone else sees you." He warned, and Chris nodded. If his mother or someone else were to see the state of his shirt, they would never let him out of his side. "Bye!" Wyatt said, waving before he dissolved into blue and white orbs leaving the three half breeds in the apartment, one looking much like a fish out of water.

Hazel frowned and blinked, he had orbed. Only white lighters orbed, witches didn't orb. Then her mind clued into whom she was with and she looked at Chris, her eyes slightly wide. "He's part white lighter," seeing Chris nod as he frowned at her. "Um, Chris," she said tremulously as she looked at him. "Your family … they're not the … they're…"

"The Charmed Ones?" Prue supplied, smiling when Hazel looked at her as if she was crazy. "Yeah, that would be our moms, and Wyatt," she said gesturing to where Wyatt had just stood. "Yeah, he's the Twice Blessed."

Hazel nodded slowly as she noticed how Chris walked passed her and went over to a cupboard and took out a thick book. "Okay," she said slowly as she pursed her lips together and then her eyes widened as she looked at Chris as her mind flashed back to when they met. "Oh," she said, nodding her head. "You're that family of Halliwells."

Chris snorted and gestured for her to sit down, "yeah," he said simply as he laid the book on the coffee table, "I have to go have a look at the .." he paused and shrugged, "actually what it is isn't important, you just flip through the book with Prue, okay?"

Smirking as Chris walked past her, Prue stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. "She's cute," she commented, her cupid side shining through, but seeing Chris' glare she frowned. "What? Just stating the obvious, but, but you know," she stammered, a smirk appearing on her face. "You two would look cute together."

"Stay out of it," Chris hissed as he shrugged her hand off, headed over to the parchment, and frowned as he read it.

Shrugging, Prue walked over to Hazel and smiled as she sat down beside the witch, "so, how about we find the demon?" She asked, seeing Hazel nod, Prue gestured to the book and watched as Hazel began flipping through the pages. Prue however was not interested in the demons; in her mind, she was processing a way to get Hazel and Chris to see the light. Just because Emily and Wyatt were clueless, did not mean that these two wouldn't catch on. Moreover, looking between the two, Prue smiled and nodded. There was definitely chemistry.

Operation: hook up was in place.

It was time to sort out Wyatt and Emily, as well as Chris. Like she had said, so many love lives, so little time.

Caleb coughed as he leaned up against the cavern wall and slowly got to his feet. "That hurt," he commented as the Source walked towards him; his eyes commented. "Where did you learn your manners too?" He questioned, "because let me tell you, when you're having a party this is not how you treat your guest."

"Well this was a private party and frankly you weren't' invited," the Source retorted as he held out his hand and readied an energy ball. "I have to admit, however, I thought you were above sneaking around and spying." He snorted, "You almost seem to be a real demon."

Caleb rolled his eyes, "Well what can I say? I like crashing bad parties," he said as he kept his eyes trained on the Source's energy ball. "So I came, I saw, I heard, and now if you don't mind I'm going to leave," he said simply as he went to shimmer out.

The Source had been planning to let Caleb go, his only problem really laid with the Warren line, but the fact that Caleb was most likely the demon mentioned in the prophecy; the Source was forced to rethink his decision. Waving his hand out, he interrupted Caleb and prevented him from shimmering out as he was slammed into the cavern wall again. "You're not going anywhere," he snarled. If the woman that had been rescued was indeed the seventh then he had no choice but to find another avenue of attack; and a solution had shimmered right into his nest. It was as if the Gods were on his side.

If he couldn't get to the seventh, then he would have to end the threat another way.

He would get rid of the half-demon abomination.

"Man, we really need to discuss you're hospitality," Caleb commented.

The Source smirked, "what can I say? I'm not fond of unwelcome visitors popping in whenever they please," he said as his voice dropped an octave lower, "Especially when they're one of the people that an apart of the key of destroying me; sorry if I'm not making you feel at home." His smirk became more pronounced. "After all, you are home. You're a demon; it's only a matter of time before you coming running to the Underworld."

Caleb ground his teeth together and his eyes narrowed, "I'll never be like you," he vowed. If he ever thought that was a possibility he would find someone to vanquish him, his friends weren't the only witches he knew. "I'd die first."

"So be it."

Caleb gritted his teeth together angrily as the Source readied another energy ball to hurl at him. "Hit me with you best shot," Caleb snapped angrily as he watched the Source's eyes to narrow. Apparently, he was annoying the Source to no end; that made Caleb grin as the energy continued to grow and burn more brightly. "Ah, is the Source going to cry?" He mocked, "Going to cry to your mommy?"

It was in that moment the Source hurled an energy ball at Caleb, but the half-manticore was lucky and managed to shimmer out just in time, only to reappear on the other end of the room as the Source let out an angry growl. "Missed me," Caleb taunted from where he was standing on the other end of the room. Normally he did not like to spend too much time in the Underworld; it wasn't a place he liked. Now on the other hand he didn't care about where he was. He was having far to much fun taunting the Source.

Prue could kill him later.

The Source whirled around and glared hatefully at the pathetic half-manticore and while they glared at each other, they both readied an energy ball at the same time and hurled it at each other. Sadly, both energy balls collided with their intended victim and they were both flung back into opposite walls where they struggled to get to their feet; bloodied.

Looking back and forth, the Seer shook her head from where she had hid and clicked her tongue. "This is above my pay grade," she commented simply and then snapping her fingers together, she disappeared in a puff of smoke. She wasn't sticking around while those two were intent on injuring each other; not killing but merely fighting each other until one gave up. She had much better things she could be doing with her time.

Not even noticing that the Seer had left, the Source got to his feet, jerked his hand violently to the right, and sent Caleb flying into the Seer's glass cabinet of spells - smashing it upon impact. The Seer was going to be pissed; but he didn't care. "This is what you all need to learn," the Source sneered. "You need to learn to quit while you're ahead."

Caleb laughed as he got to his feet and taunted the Source. "Funny," he said simply, "I was about to say the same thing about you," he stated and seeing the smug look on the Source's face he readied an energy ball at lightening speed and hurled it at the Source.

Seeing the energy ball hit the Source in the stomach while propelling him backward, Caleb smirked, "see ya," he cheered as he shimmer out, feeling much better about himself. The Source had just got his evil ass kicked, how did he like that for a pathetic, weak, half-manticore?

The lone demon shimmered into the Underworld and let out a breath of relief as he looked around and noticed no one was around. Glancing down at the scroll, well the beginning of the scroll, the two witches had managed to get a piece but not the important part. That was all the Source wanted. He hadn't failed the Source and he was alive, at the moment he was the happiest demon alive. That would be if he could feel happiness; if he could feel anything.

"It took you long enough. Tardiness is not something I hold high in standings."

The demon whirled around and felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw the Source standing behind him. "My Liege," he said upon seeing him, "I'm sorry. I returned as soon as I could," he assured. "The son of Paige and the psychic were there," he said hurriedly as a way of explanation. "They were more difficult to deal with than we had thought they would be."

"We?" The Source repeated dangerously as he walked closer to the demon. Moments before this demon had shimmered in he had gotten his ass kicked by Caleb, his mood was not good to begin with. Now this demon was insinutating that he had made a miscalculation. This demon was not smart at all and it appeared as though he had no survial instincts. "Are you suggesting that I underestimated them?"

"What? No, no, no! Not at all, My Liege," the demon said quickly as he dropped to one knee. "Not at all, I didn't mean we as in you, sire. I meant me and my fellow demons, we underestimated them."

"Ah yes," The Source said, "I see that you are the only one to return," he commented. "Did you get it?" He questioned as he narrowed his eyes, "because I very much doubt you would be stupid enough to return if you had failed. It would have been less painful to allow them to vanquish you."

The demon gulped as he bowed his head, "I received it, my Lord," he said simply as he held up the scroll. "Lost some of my best men getting it, but I retrieved it for you."

The Source nodded and took the scroll and unrolled it and allowed his eyes to drift over the fancey writing, only to frown when he reached the bottom. "What is this?" He hissed as he looked at the torn corner. "A part of it is missing."

"But nothing important was on it, all the information that gives any indication of who you are is on the piece in your hands, I assure you."

"Well forgive me for not being confident in you," The Source sneered as his eyes flashed Onyx. "This scroll is the only record that reveals my identity, and frankly I am not ready for the Warren line, or the seven to uncover who I am!"

"My Lord I-"

The demon did not get to finish his sentence before he burst into flames after an energy ball collided with his chest; causing him to combust into flames leaving his ashes on the floor of the Underworld.

"Fools and idiots," The Source muttered as he rolled his eyes. "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," he quoted as a smirk formed on his face. "Well it appears as though I have to make an appearance topside." He liked that idea, he wanted to see what the world looked like before he remoulded it into what he wanted it to be. He wanted to see what the world was today, then he could make his plans for tomorrow because he would win. He was far to determined not to, little did he know their were several people who were just as determined to see he failed.

With that, the Source flamed out.

Author's Note : Sorry about the wait, but I had a Bio test and now I have a science test, not to mention I have mid terms in about a week. I know, I know I said I would type it all up in my free time so I could still update so we all wouldn't be deprived, but I'm sorry. Sometimes there are unforeseen things that come up. Forgive me. You know the drill, please review.