My appologies to all my readers. I unitentionally married Paige to both Richard and Kyle. I fixed it: she's married to Richard. Again, very sorry, and thank you for pointing that out.

At the Manor…

The three young men and woman from the future crept up the stairs, remembering from their childhood the creaky steps.

"Mel," Jonas whispered to her, as he noted that she had taken the lead, "two steps up from you."

The girl leapt lightly over several steps, using carefully honed levitation.

"Show off," Chris muttered.

Mel smirked, and shimmered away, obviously up to the attic, where they all were heading.

Chris caught a glance of the starless sky out of the window. He thought of Bianca, who was resting back at the club, where they all still slept. Mel had refused to move into the manor without her cousins. And since the sisters still distrusted Chris, they refused.

Jonas, hitting him softly on the shoulder, stirred him from his thought. Jonas gestured to the spot and rolled his eyes.

Chris and Jonas carefully made their way up the stairs to the attic. Not wanting to alert the sisters, they had made sure to wait until an unseemly hour, when they were sure to be asleep.

They made it up to the attic with minimal risks, aside from Jonas almost knocking over a picture frame that hung up on the wall.

When they entered the attic, they began to relax. Mel was already flipping through the pages, looked for the summoning spell.

"So," Chris whispered, "which leprechauns are we summoning?"

In the Future…

The pleasantly lit meadow glistened with dewdrops. Those who were fortunate enough to see this place often marveled at the contrast between it and the outside world. It smelled sweetly of berries and honeysuckle, and bagpipes, pan flutes, and lyres could be heard softly from the distance, where the leprechauns practiced their merry tunes.

Rainbows scatted the skies, and the small Irish men shot from place to place. A company of eight people stood awkwardly in the field, seeming to be giants among the wee little folk.

All of them wore scruffy clothing that had been put through countless battles. Dark patches remained of blood spilled, both good and evil, which contrasted greatly with the light shades they all wore, with an exception of one person.

Cole Turner, sometimes better known as Belthazor, who was dressed in dark blues and blacks, knelt down to one of the leprechauns that were tending the wounds of the small girl next to him. The girl was no more than eight, and her dark brown hair was flecked with auburn. She clung tightly to a stuffed bear, and her tear-stained eyes looked up at Cole, her love and loyalty unwavering.

"Somebody needs to tell my eldest daughter that we're here," he demanded softly, meaning no disrespect to the little people. The leprechaun looked up at his, and smiled weakly.

"Aye, we tried to get the word out," he said sadly, "but we little people hear tell that those two went to the past, during the reign of the Charmed Ones."

"We should have never left those bodies there," a blonde woman standing nearby said angrily, "We should have died taking our revenge!"

The small child whimpered and clung to Cole, and he tried to console her.

"Ella, it'll be okay," he murmured, "Daddy's here, everything will be fine."

She nodded slightly, and released her hold on her father, wiping the tears away. He kissed her forehead, and then turned his attention back to the leprechaun.

"She thinks we're dead," Cole began, "Jonas too." "When they saw our bodies, she must have…they both must have…"

"Acted with vengeance like we should have?" the same woman interrupted bluntly. Cole turned and glared.

"Teresa! Will you be quiet?" he said through his teeth, "Those fake bodies saved our lives. We couldn't have save everybody. We weren't there!"

"What happened?" the leprechaun asked tentatively, hoping to draw these away from the subject.

The teenage boy spoke up from behind the woman.

"Uncle Cole is right," he said quietly. The leprechaun looked at him questionably.

"Who are you?"

"Michael Haliwell" he replied, then got back to his account.

"We were scouting out new spots for the Resistance Headquarters, and all the adult here are all part of the field team," he began, "Ella came with her father because she was scared to leave his side since her older sister, Mel, wasn't there. Dad, or Richard Montana," he corrected, and gestured to him among the crowd, "took me with him because he's been really protective since Mom died." He paused for a moment, and the little man could tell that he was remembering awful memories.

Another man took up the tale. Unlike Michael's pale appearance and red hair, this man was black, muscular, and tall.

"We found nothing with much promise, so we went back to Base. We found demons all over it, and all of our fellow fighters and resistors dead…even the children and helpless humans…" he trailed off, as his mind replayed the atrocious images burned into his eyes.

"And you are…" the leprechaun prompted, trying to get all the names straight.

The man looked down again at the little man.

"I'm David, Melody's fiancé, this is Teresa," he gestured to the woman who had been keen on revenge, "she's dating Jonas."

The blonde haired woman crossed her arms, still upset that she wasn't allowed to leave, and fight the demons that had killed their people.

David continued to introduce people.

"The black haired girl with a paler complexion is Shannon; she's a school friend of Michael's. That's Richard, Paige Matthew's husband, with the Polo shirt, and the twin boys are Byron and Sean. We rescued them from Wyatt's forces a few years back when their parents were killed."

The leprechaun was stunned to be in company with such well-known people. He bowed awkwardly the way little Irish men do, and reached out to shake David's hand.

"Pleased to meet you, good man," he said graciously, "Me name is Conner, and I pledge that we little people will do all in our power to help you."

"Thanks," Cole replied, "but right now I think that Ella could use some rest."

"Certainly, certainly," Conner said, and gestured to several other leprechauns, "Follow me and mine, and we'll get you all settled in."

The second generation Charmed Ones flipped through the book, as the grim reality of the situation was sinking in.

"The spell hasn't been written yet!" Jonas whispered furiously, "Mom hasn't needed it yet!"

"Was it Paige who wrote it?" Mel asked; she had never cared much for the history of her mother and aunts. She had been more concerned with demonic aspect – fight fire with fire was her principle.

"Yep," said Chris, who was the complete opposite. Every historical account he could get his hands on was dissected so many ways that it gave Mel a headache. Chris had wanted nothing to do with his father's side.

"Great," Mel said sullenly. She closed the book with a soft thump.

"Does anyone remember it?" she asked. Both men shook their heads. Mel sighed, and turned toward the trunk pushed up against the attic wall.

"What are you doing?" Jonas questioned quietly, when he saw her open it and begin to rifle through it.

"Looking for paper and pen," she said without turning around. Moments later, she got up and tossed the pad of paper toward Chris, followed by a pen. He caught both, and sat down at the table, thinking of a spell.

"Doesn't it need to be blessed by a leprechaun?" Jonas wondered. Mel shrugged her shoulders and looked at Chris. He looked up with annoyance.

"Well, it all we've got going for us," he said quietly, "the leprechauns are one of the Resistance's only ally's that are willing to act. They'll be able to tell us what happened to Base and who's responsible."

"Besides Wyatt?" Mel remarked bitterly. Jonas silently agreed.

"Wyatt was most defiantly behind the attack, but from what you say, they knew exactly what they were doing. There had to be an inside source – a traitor."

"How can you all be so calm about this!" Mel said angrily, and Jonas and Chris had to shush her before she woke the sisters up. "My father, little sister and fiancé died!"

"You're not the only one who lost someone," Jonas remarked quietly. Mel looked at him with anger.

"I lost me little brother! And father! And girlfriend!" Jonas said, with his fists clenched. And Chris lost his close friends!"

Jonas calmed down, and took a few deep breaths before he began again.

"But we need to stay calm. It's the only way we can beat this."

Mel nodded her head, and extinguished the fireball that had grown from anger and grief behind her back.