Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to their respective creators: that would be Chris Carter for the X-Files cast, and Constance M. Burge for the Charmed one. I'm borrowing them all for a few moments but I'll give them back.

Paige Matthews was the first half-Whitelighter being to have been born. It wasn't something she had always embraced, but it had become part of her over the years. Nowadays, she dealt almost exclusively with witches as her charges. The Charmed Ones might still be a force of good, but they hadn't been assigned Innocents to protect for a while. Demons and all sorts of evil usually came looking for them. The prospect of protecting two Innocent ex-FBI agents was a change. She wasn't sure yet if it was a good one.

So when she got the call, she Orbed ready to defend two mortals. What she wasn't expecting was to step into a scene from an old Wild West movie. Mulder and Scully were huddled behind a tree. But far from cowering in fright, the two had guns in their hands and were alternatively firing at a fireball-throwing demon that stood opposite them. Mulder had gotten hit, judging by the singed sleeve of his top. She saw the demon get ready to attack again.

"Fireball!"

Even as Mulder and Scully jumped at hearing her call, Paige Orbed the fireball out of the demon's hand and into her own. She threw it at the demon who dodged easily enough.

"Come on."

To their credit, the two didn't hesitate for longer than a millisecond. As soon as they were within reach, Paige took their hands and Orbed back to the Manor.

"Ward us off!" Paige shouted as her feet touched the floor.

Piper and Phoebe lost no time and placed the last crystals needed by the windows, completing the circle. It was quite unusual for them to ward themselves in. They would often use the crystals on demons to harmlessly trap them in the Manor. Leo and Henri moved to get to the injured Mulder as he stumbled but Scully had already stepped to support him. And she now pointed her gun at them, a hard look in her eyes.

"We're here to help," Leo said at his most non-threatening, channeling years spent as a Whitelighter.

Scully's aim never wavered until Mulder leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. Paige watched as the other redhead licked her lips, her eyes still trained on Leo and Henri, before she dropped her arm and holstered her weapon.

"We tend to get jittery about sudden attacks by demons," Mulder said by way of explanation.

Scully elbowed him in the gut and he huffed rather dramatically before he put away his own weapon. He winced as he moved his arm and Scully immediately turned to him.

"You're getting slow in your old age."

"Very funny, love. Mind helping me out?"

"Actually, I might be able to help," Paige finally said.

The Charmed One slowly held her hands up. She'd been around more than one skittish witch armed with a vanquishing potion. She gently laid her hands on Mulder's arm and concentrated to Heal him.

"Well, that's got to come in real handy in your line of work," Mulder huffed.

Beside him, Scully gaped openly and Phoebe took it as her cue to approach.

"It's fine, Agent Scully. There won't even be a scar."

Both Mulder and Scully seemed startled at her words and exchanged a look before turning back to them. Where they'd worn smiling, if worried, faces when the sisters first met them the previous week, their attitude was now downright frosty. And no one needed Phoebe's Empathy to know she'd just made a mistake.

"All right, everyone back off. We all know it's far from easy to be confronted with magic even when you already believed. Paige, get back to the Elders. Tell them Mulder and Scully were attacked, and raise enough hell that they send someone to the Underworld. They're supposed to be off-limits to both our sides. Also, see if they know where Cassandra is right now. She ought to be told we have some guests and someone knows what's happening tomorrow."

Piper stopped as she saw the two ex-Agents exchange another look. A barely-heard sigh, a minute shake of a head, and Scully straightened.

"You should know what we heard," and her voice was still frosty, but Piper understood why Cassandra had named them Champions of Good. Not everyone would volunteer information to strangers they didn't trust.

Scully went to carry on, but Mulder stopped her with a hand on her forearm. Her eyes darted to his before she sighed and turned away from them while stepping closer to her partner.

"The man who attacked us," Mulder said, "spoke of a Jorax. He's apparently the one who ordered the hit on you three and he's after Cassandra's powers. I guess you know Cassandra. The name Jorax means anything?"

Piper frowned.

"Paige? Book. Down. Now."

The youngest Charmed One held her hands out.

"Book of Shadows!" She caught the Book as it Orbed to her and put it down on a nearby table.

Piper stepped to the Book and opened it at a random page.

"We need Jorax. Quickly."

The Book of Shadows flipped pages until it came to the right one.

"Jorax. A high level demon who once was one of the Source's commanders."

"And here we thought we were done with the Source," Paige muttered as she came to stand beside her sister.

"Jorax was unhappy with Belthazor joining. He requested the Source to release him from active service. Amazingly enough, the Source agreed on the condition Jorax would rejoin when the Source requested it."

"And it never did? Well, that's kind of dumb," Phoebe commented.

"It's also kind of lucky for us," Piper continued. "It says here Jorax is not just another high-level demon. He's been around for longer than the Source was, amassing powers over the course of close to five centuries. But he never made a bid for the leadership. He wanted power but without the responsibility. But that doesn't really help with our most immediate problem. Paige?"

"Checking with the Elders," the Whitelighter-Charmed One said before she Orbed out.

Piper turned to her two guests to find them looking at one another again.

"Okay, you two," Piper smile a little at the two ex-federal agents, "that's actually kind of creepy. And that's coming from a witch. Stop reading each other's minds. And by the way, why aren't you freaking out more?"

"We've seen a lot worse over the years," was Mulder's reply. "And sorry, we just weren't expecting you to know about us."

"Ah! Things like that usually work both ways. We were told you probably had a good idea who we were. And we were told who you are. Looks like we're on the same side, although we fight different wars. Now, Phoebe, get everyone together. We're going to the restaurant for dinner. And you two are coming along. We have a lot to talk about."

Piper shooed everyone towards the door even as she grabbed the phone to call a cab.