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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 Seven : Pleased To Make Your Acquaintance

"I can't believe the demon isn't in here," Prue muttered to herself as she shook her head and smile sympathetically at Hazel who was still flipping through the book, despite the fact that they had not been able to find the demon. Henry Jr and Emily still were not back from the Hall of Prophecies, and Chris had already said that wherever the Hall was located, he could not get through to them with his telepathy. Then Wyatt was still AWOL, over at the manor where his mother was probably doing everything in her power to keep him there, and Caleb was in the Underworld. Prue wasn't exactly pleased with that little fact, but she knew she couldn't lock Caleb up now, not just because they were dating. He had been to the Underworld snooping countless times and it was too late for her to do anything about it now.

Prue just wanted him to be okay, if he were injured, she would kill him herself.

There was no way for her to get in contact with him, and Caleb wouldn't want her to sit down and stress while the Source was gathering his troops and demons were after Hazel. So, she was prepared to accept the fact that she could not help Caleb right now, even if she wanted to. She would have to wait until he got back, so in the meantime she had turned her focus to helping Hazel. The only problem was that the damn demon was in the book.

"Why isn't the demon in the book?" She asked herself as she looked over to Hazel who didn't acknowledge what she was saying; apparently, Prue's words were falling on deaf ears. Prue narrowed her eyes, sounds like someone else I know when they're reading, she mused as she looked to Chris and sighed. "Chris," she called as she looked over at Chris who was currently looking at the prophecy. "Why wouldn't a demon be in the book?"

"Because they're a nobody," Chris answered simply with a shrug of his shoulders. "And no one thought they were a big enough threat to be put in the book!"

Prue rolled her eyes at Chris' answer, well someone thought wrong. With that though she looked over at hazel who had looked up from the cloned Book of Shadows with a victorious look on her face, and Prue was pretty sure she could see the gears in Hazel's head turning; something Prue was sure wasn't a good thing. "Does this mean I can leave?" Hazel asked as she looked at Chris as he walked into the living room, his chin stuck out as he narrowed his eyes at her. "What?" The half-elf asked innocently, "I agreed that I would come over here so we could ID the demon, which we didn't because he isn't in the book, and you can't help me vanquish a demon we don't know!" She defended as Chris sat in a chair across from him, "so I win."

Chris shook his head, "no I think it would be best for you to stay here until we know what you're up against," he pointed out as he looked to Prue for help, but the half-cupid just hummed to herself and pretended to ignore the two. "They could still be after you; there is still a chance that it wasn't a random attack."

"Okay," Hazel said reluctantly, "just because it wasn't a random attack on me doesn't mean that it wasn't a case of bad luck on my part," she pointed out. "I could have just been at the wrong place at the wrong time," she pointed out as she stood up, "meaning there is no reason for me to stay." she looked from Chris to Prue and then her eyes rested on the prophecy, "besides, you all seem to have more important things to deal with anyway. And if the demons come back I can deal with them myself."

It was that moment Prue, Chris heard the familiar chiming sound of a white lighter appearing before a swirl of blue, and white lights appeared announcing the entrance of Emily and Henry Jr, who still had blood seeping through Henry's shirt as Emily struggled to hold him up. "Call Wyatt," she instructed as her arms gave out and she and Henry fell to their knees.

Prue's mind stopped working for a moment, but she was thankful when she heard Chris call out to his brother. "Wyatt!" Chris cried as he ran towards his cousin while Hazel ran over to her purse and then made a run for the fallen witch as well. "Wyatt we need you!" Chris called again, and that was enough to bring Prue out of her thoughts.

"Henry," she murmured, "no!" She whispered as she ran to her cousin's side, not even caring if sliding across the floor to reach Henry's side would injure her, Henry was their only thought, even Hazel who had never met the younger witch before. "What the hell happened?" She demanded as she watched Chris pull up Henry's shirt while Hazel rummaged through her purse, seemingly looking for something. "Henry, what happened?"

"Demons," Emily answered from where she was stationed on the other side of Henry. The psychic sighed and looked over to where Chris was slowly lifting up the shirt, only to cringe when she noticed that some of the fabric from his shirt remained where it was, it was basically burnt into his skin. "WYATT!" She called as she leaned over and gripped an end of the fabric, only to take a deep breath when Chris nodded at her. Like a Band-Aid, she thought, and with that, she yanked the fabric off Henry Jr who groaned softly in response, barely responsive to the pain that was running through his body.

Looking around, Hazel frowned when she realised that Wyatt wasn't coming and she sighed, "move," she said simply, seeing that Emily was looking up at her with untrusting eyes, Hazel rolled her eyes. She knew the woman had never met her before, but that didn't mean she was helping Henry. "Look, he needs help," Hazel argued, "and I can help him, but for me to do that, you need to move."

"Emily," Chris said softly, not getting an answer Chris sighed. "Emily," he said a little more urgently and the psychic removed her eyes from Hazel and looked at the younger Halliwell brother with a frown. "You can trust her," he promised, "she wont hurt Henry."

Reluctantly Emily and even Prue backed away from Henry Jr a little bit while Henry Jr muttered something incoherently as Hazel sighed and held out her hand and dumped some of the same powder she had used on Chris earlier into her palm. Ignoring the questioning looks everyone but Chris was giving her, Hazel sprinkled the powder on the cut so it covered the whole burn and muttered softly under her breath, and the other occupants of the room held their breaths while a green light glowed on Henry's stomach before the younger witch shot up with a frown on his face. "What…" he trailed off as his eyes took in his surroundings, and then jumped to each person before resting on Hazel. "Who are you?" He asked suspiciously.

"You're okay!" Prue cheered as she launched herself at Henry Jr and hugged him in relief, not that he was fine her panic had died down a little and she wouldn't let go of him. Out of her cousins she and Chris were definitely the closest, but she and Henry Jr were the same age, they had went through school together. If it wasn't for him, Prue doubted she would have made it through the first day of high school and the first day of junior high, and the prom. She didn't want to go there; senior year had been murder as well. Prue looked at Hazel, any bad vibes were gone with the wind by now, "thank you," she said simply, seeing Hazel shrug and brush her hands together, Prue frowned. "Is that how you healed Chris."

Hazel nodded and Henry Jr frowned in confusion, "what?" He asked, pulling back from everyone he slowly got to his feet and rolled his eyes when Prue once again flung her arms around him. "Chris needed to be healed?" He asked, his eyes darting to everyone, "but you healed him?" He questioned, still confused, and focusing his eyes on Hazel. "How did you heal him, you're not a white lighter."

Hazel rolled her eyes and she clicked her tongue as she shook her head, "people of today," she muttered as she walked over to her purse and tossed the velvet bag in there. "You all think the only way to heal someone is to go to the hospital or have a white lighter heal you," she snorted. "Whatever happened to herbs?" She asked sadly, as she looked at everyone who were all looking at her with looks of bewilderment on their faces while she ranted on. "What?" She demanded, "I'll have you know herbs work just fine."

Chris clasped his hands together, "okay now that we're had a lesson in healing from the local half-elf," he stated, he and Hazel ignoring the look on everyone's faces, "I say it's time we get down to everything. What happened at the Hall of Prophecies?"

"Wait she's an elf?" Emily asked a slightly snippy tone in her voice. Seeing Chris' warning look, she sighed and rolled her eyes. "It was fine, went there all the prophecies were organized alphabetically so we looked for ones on the Source and ones on the seven," she said rolling her eyes again. "But there was nothing to be found on the seven, but before we could read the one on the Source demon's shimmered in and-"

"They got the prophecy that revealed the identity of the Source," Henry Jr finished as he sighed and leaned against the arm of the sofa. "Apparently the Source doesn't want us to know who he is, so he sent his supporters to go get it for them, which resulted in me getting injured." Hearing the chimes, Henry Jr frowned when Wyatt appeared with a frantic look on his face. "Nice of you to show up," Henry Jr muttered sarcastically. "Take you long enough?"

"The woman is insane!" Wyatt said instantly, shaking his head at his mother's reluctance to let him leave. "I swear to God!" He muttered, "She wouldn't leave me alone, she was harping on about how we should all be careful and how if anything is to much we can go to her!" Wyatt shook his head and looked at his little brother, "oh yeah, and she said we're permitted to move back home whenever we want." Wyatt paused, "but she wouldn't let me leave, so what did you need?"

Chris rolled his eyes and smirked at the look of annoyance that Henry Jr had on his face. "Oh nothing much," he deadpanned, "just the fact that our only male cousin almost died and you weren't here to heal him," Seeing Wyatt go white and look at Henry Jr who was sending him a withering look, but he was fine. "Hazel," Chris answered simply, seeing the unspoken question on his brother's face. "It seems as though we've been lucky she was around today," Chris crossed his arms, "even though it was her fault I got injured earlier."

Hazel whirled around and stood to her full height while she sent him a look of death. "Oh, it's my fault now is it?" She demanded as she stalked over to Chris, "I'm sorry, I mustn't have been paying attention!" She snarled dangerously, not noticing how Wyatt tensed and watched the half-elf carefully as she inched closer to his brother; his baby brother. "I could have sworn it was you that butted in during my fight; and that is what caused you to get into trouble!" She hissed, "Your damn hero complex is what got you into trouble, not me!"

Chris snorted, "Well who was stupid enough to walk into an alley to begin with!" Chris retorted as he crossed his arms across his chest and glared at Hazel, causing Prue to sigh. They weren't going to make her hook up operation easy, which was the only thing that was for sure. "Honestly, didn't you learn anything growing up?" Chris demanded, "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to go into an alley? You don't go into an alley!"

Hazel glared back at Chris definitely and narrowed her eyes even further. "I had it under control," she replied coolly in an even voice. "I didn't need your help; I'm not your Mary Jane Watson!" She yelled, "I don't need Spiderman to swing in and save me."

"Yeah," Chris said slowly as he rolled his eyes. "Too bad you almost got killed by a couple of demons," Chris snapped. On some level, he knew that fighting with Hazel over this was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He barely knew her, but he didn't like how she brushed this off as it were nothing. "You might think you don't need saving, but everyone needs saving every once and a while. And Hazel, you were a class A damsel in distress!"

Hazel rolled her eyes and stalked closer to Chris while the others in the room shook their heads at the two, all except Wyatt who was watching the newcomer with careful eyes. "Okay fine, I admit it," she muttered sarcastically. "Yes, I'm a woman!" She yelled something that caused Prue to smirk. "I have two ovaries, I'm damsel and of course I was in distress! Then demons were, as you pointed out, trying to kill me, but that did not give you permission to butt in! It's your own fault you got hurt; you just cannot keep to yourself. As I said, you have a hero complex! You're San Francisco's Peter Parker!"

Henry Jr frowned, "have they been like this all day?" He asked as he looked at Prue who was nodding, the biggest of all smiles on her face. Apparently, she didn't mind their bickering; actually, it appeared as though she was enjoying it, something that caused Henry Jr to narrow his eyes. That was never a good thing.

"And you-"

Emily winced suddenly as she felt a throbbing pain in her head, it was a feeling she was used to, but never this bad. The images were moving so fast she couldn't make sense of them, that was when the pain became too much and Emily clutched her head before her body sagged heavily against the edge of the table from the sheer pain as she tried to remain standing up. Trying to get her ragged breathing under control, Emily took deep breaths and felt her eyes widen when she saw what was coming. "DARK LIGHTERS!" Emily shouted as she held her fingertips to her temples, holding her head as images flew threw her mind's eye.

Her declaration was enough to stop the bickering.

"Dark lighters?" Prue asked confused, "as in plural?" She as asked as she frowned, it wasn't like Dark Lighters to attack together. Sure, if they were after a common bounty there would be several to attack at once, but that was because they were striving for the bounty, they never worked together. She looked to everyone else, "what does a faction of dark lighters look like anyway?"

"Like that!" Wyatt said urgently as he waved his hands and sent Henry Jr to the floor as dark lighters appeared in a cluster of black and blue orbs behind Henry and the first aimed his crossbow at him. "Leave him alone," Wyatt hissed as he held out his hand, readied an energy ball, and whirled it at the dark lighter, but the dark lighter orbed out before the energy ball could vanquish him. "Damn it," Wyatt muttered.

Frowning, Chris looked at the second dark lighter, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and took a deep breath. He didn't open them until he felt his magic slowly flow through his veins, it was then he opened his eyes only to reveal pure white eyes as he extended his hands outward. Then, the familiar crackling of electricity could be heard as he sent bolts of electricity at the second dark lighter; incinerating him on the spot.

That was when five dark lighters materialized.

"I guess it was plural," Henry Jr commented as he jumped to his feet and got into a defensive stance, flinging a dark lighter into the path of another arrow that was flying Emily's way. "Arrow!" He called as he watched a stray arrow fly through the room. Seeing another one, he sighed. "Arrow!"

Seeing Henry Jr call for an arrow before directing it away, Prue sighed, jerked her hand the right, and sent a dark lighter into the path of the arrow, but he didn't combust. Instead, the dark lighter only glared at her as he snapped off the tip of the arrow and yanked it through his shoulder, causing Prue to wince. She couldn't help it, it looked painful. "Since when do dark lighters work together?"

Emily shrugged and tapped into Henry's powers and used his telekinesis to send a dark lighter away from her by narrowing her eyes. "I don't know," she yelled, all she knew was that she had seen them coming. For that, she would be thankful, but that thought left when more dark orbs appeared in the room. "Something tells me someone is trying to send a message that he isn't going away."

Hazel rolled her eyes as she balanced on one foot and glared at a dark lighter while she kicked him square in the chest, sending him backwards. "Okay, so can I assume that the entire Underworld hates you?" She asked sarcastically as she jumped dived to the floor when an arrow strayed her way.

"Pretty much," Prue called back as she waved her hand and threw a demon towards Chris who sent a bolt of electricity at the dark lighter. "Okay, I seriously think anyone with white-lighter blood should get out of here now," Prue ordered as she threw an Athame at a dark lighter, embedding it in the dark lighter's throat. "That wasn't a suggestion! That was me telling you to leave."

"NO!"

"NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!"

"MAKE ME!"

Prue rolled her eyes at the responses from the three men that were currently fighting alongside them, but she let out an annoyed huff. "Seriously, you three need to let go of this "protect the women thing,"" she pointed out. "It's the twenty first century and you're all being ridiculous. We can take care of them, but you three could get killed."

"So could you," Chris retorted as he narrowed his eyes and sent another bolt of energy at a demon. "I hate to break it to you, but the arrow can kill you. The poison isn't needed, not if the arrow penetrates the right area!" He shouted as he waved his hands and sent another dark lighter flying backwards. "So, why don't you leave?"

"Do we have to separate you?" Hazel asked sarcastically as she kicked a dark lighter in the chest, only to twirl on her foot and send another kick to the side of his face, sending him to the floor. "I'm not sorry about this," she said as she glared hatefully at him with cold eyes, eyes so cold the dark lighter's last thought was that she could give the Source a run for his money. That was when Hazel sent the stiletto heel of her boots threw his neck, and he was vanquished instantly.

Wyatt sighed and waved his hand, sending a demon flying into a bookshelf at the other end of the room, causing the dark lighter to fly into a shelf full of potion vials, vials that were filled with potion. "Why the hell do they keep coming?" He asked as the dark lighter was killed with a deafening screech of pain when the potions made contact with his skin.

"Maybe it's your personality," Henry Jr suggested. "Arrow!" He called, that was when one dark lighter remain, and see the vehemence in all of their faces, he wisely orbed out in a shower of black and blue orbs.

Everyone took deep breaths at the development, the Underworld was working together. That was never a good thing, but who was it bad for? Did it mean the Source was actually worried about his place, meaning it was a good for them and bad for him? On the other hand, did it mean the Source knew something they didn't, and was once again planning something?

No one knew what to say, and it was Henry Jr to break the silence.

Henry Jr rolled his eyes as he looked around his cousins' apartment, "thank God," he said simply when he noticed that the state that the apartment was in. there were different scorch marks on the walls, destroyed furniture, not to mention the ashes that covered the floors. "What?" He asked simply when he saw the looks the two brothers were sending him, "it could have been worse!"

Wyatt frowned and crossed his arms across his chest, "I'm failing to see how."

Henry Jr smirked - a smirk that could only appear on the face of a son of Paige Matthews as he shrugged and smiled innocently at his male cousins. "It could have been my apartment that the dark lighters decided to destroy!" He pointed out as if it was the obvious answer, "and that would have sucked! My couch wouldn't have survived," he said, smiling fondly at the memory of his black leather couch, he knew it was an eye sore, Prue had pointed that out several times, but it was comfortable! "That would have been a tragedy."

Prue smirked at Henry's idea of optimism, "oh relax you two," she scolded when she saw the looks that both Chris and Wyatt were sending Henry. "It is easily fixed, or have you forgotten your heritage?" She asked as she whirled around and looked at the apartment. "Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause this scene to be unseen!"

The apartment then slowly fixed its self and Prue smiled smugly at her family, only to tense when she saw the air begin to ripple, but she knew who it was before he formed. She didn't know how, but Prue simplified it to the fact that she had feelings for him. Seeing Hazel raise her hand, Prue let out a strangled yell, "no!" She shouted as she grabbed Hazel's hands and placed then at her sides. "He's on our side," she said simply as Caleb formed with an anxious look on his face, but the moment he formed, Prue was hit with his emotions and it made her stagger with the force of it.

"So, uh . . ." Caleb began as he looked to Hazel who looked as if she was about to attack him, "oh, now you're all ready to kill the demon?" He asked, "The half demon," he corrected. "Remember, my dad wasn't a demon, what happened to the nature vs. nurture thing, you really want to turn on me after twenty-four years?" He asked incuriously, "I'm hurt!" Despite his words though, Caleb's eyes were sparkling.

Prue narrowed her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. "Where have you been?" She demanded, ignoring how Caleb sent frantic looks to Wyatt, Chris and Henry, all of which shook their heads and walked towards the kitchen with smirks on their faces, Hazel following close behind. "What the hell-" Prue stopped and her eyes widened when she saw the cuts on his face. "-happened to you? What were you, dragged through hell?" She interrogated as she walked over and began checking to see how serious his cuts were.

Caleb opened his mouth, but Emily shook her head. "You're better off telling the truth," she said simply as she smirked at Caleb. "Believe me, I've seen it, if you lie," the psychic let out a low whistle, "and it isn't pretty."

Caleb sighed and avoided Prue's look, something that caused Prue's frown to become more pronounced. He wasn't looking at her, which was not a good thing at all. "I um, followed some demons to see what was going on down there," he said, his eyes traveling downward. "And um, apparently the Source is fighting dirty," seeing Prue's raised eyebrow, Caleb gestured to Emily. "We got a psychic, he now has a Seer."

"And what else?" Prue asked through glittered teeth.

"What makes you think there is anything else?"

"Caleb," Emily warned.

Caleb sighed, "well when I got there the Source was talking to the Seer and he was apparently pissed at one of his demons because he thinks he knows who the seventh is, he isn't sure if it is her, but he wants her dead anyway."

"Being cautious?" The psychic suggested as the others slowly made their way into the room. "I mean, if there was a chance that there was this person was out there and she held the key to ending everything I was fighting to achieve, I would want them dead too," Emily said as she shrugged.

"She scares me sometimes," Chris whispered to Henry Jr, who nodded in agreement, only to sober up when both Emily and Wyatt sent them looks of death. "What?" Chris asked innocently.

Caleb sighed, "What Emily said is part of the reason," he explained slowly. "But apparently whether or not this witch is the seventh or not, she is destined to fight against the Source, so he wants her out of the way. The Seer wasn't able to tell what the extent of the … damage would be if she fought against him, so he wants her taken care of."

"Did you get a name?" Wyatt asked.

Caleb shook his head, "apparently one of you have already met her," seeing their looks, Caleb sighed and looked over at Hazel and met her eyes, only to smile sympathetically when her eyes widened. "One of you met her today actually," he corrected. "And something tells me it's you."

"That's crazy!" Hazel denied as she shook her head and the air left her lungs. "There is no way I would go up against the Source," she said as she backed away from the others, unaware of the fact Chris was reading her thoughts … again. I moved here to get rid of all of this nonsense. "I - I can't be!" She protested, "I am not the type to have the whole hero complex," she pointed childishly at Chris. "That's his domain, not me!"

"You're part elf," Chris said gently. "You fit the description, to my knowledge it has never been allowed for an elf to be with a witch," he pointed out, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the room. "And even if you're not the seventh, the Source still wants you dead." Chris pointed out, seeing Hazel's look, he smirked slightly in an attempt to ease the tension that was running high. "And you said you could handle the demon that was after you," Chris snorted. "Something tells me that the Source is all little out of your league."

Hazel smiled gratefully at Chris at his attempt to make her feel better, but she couldn't help make a dig at Chris as she raised her eyebrow at him. "And what makes you so sure you know what my league is?" She asked cockily as she smirked at him, "I mean, for all you know, I could be out of your league."

Emily rolled her eyes and her eyes flicked to the door as a tapping sound resounded through the apartment, "someone get that," she said as she bent down and picked an abandoned vial on the floor and smirked at Prue when she saw Chris watch Hazel as the half-elf headed towards the door.

Sighing Hazel opened the door and frowned when she saw a man that looked to be in his mid-twenties with dark hair and his head tilted down, but something about him made Hazel take a small step backwards. "What?" She asked impatiently when the man didn't lift up his head, nor did he say anything. "If you're here to try and sell me a Bible, don't even bother," Hazel said in a bored tone as she looked at how the man was well dressed and appeared to be clear cut. "I worship the devil," she said as she began closing the door, smirking when she heard several chuckles come from the living room.

The man brought his hand up held the door to prevent it from closing, "well in that case," his silky voice said as he lifted up his head to look into Hazel's dark eyes with his own blue. "We'll get alone very well, Hazel."

Hazel backed away from the door while she felt Chris and Caleb's presence head towards her, "Okay," she said slowly, extending her hands in front of her, preparing to fend him off if necessary. "Creepy Bible salesman, how do you know my name?"

The man smirked, "That's simple, and I'm the one that wants you dead." He smirked, "and I am please to finally make your acquaintance."

Prue gasped as she turned towards the door and waved her hand to attempt to send the man back, but it wouldn't work. She mentally cursed; with or without his cloak they should have recognised his voice. It was the Source, and he was in their wake, even worst; he wanted hazel, the potential seventh.

"HAZEL GET DOWN!" That was the last thing anyone in the room remembered hearing, and then that was when the Source struck…

Author's Note : Sorry about the delay, damn exams, and better yet I have mid-terms next week. Isn't it a little barbaric, I mean, having exams one week in every subject, only to have three hour mid-terms the next week? Seriously, it's cruelty. Oh well, I have my exams to study for, but I will try to have the next chapter up soon. You know the drill, please review.