Aurora and I are so happy that you have enjoyed this enough to stick with it through the whole thing! Because, yes, we've reached the last chapter of The Warren Curse! Again, please, keep in mind that since this was written before Season 8 even started, Henry and Coop were not options for us when we wrote this, so we hope you like who we chose for Paige and Phoebe.
When I wrote my script version, it ended up being a "Virtual Series Finale", so this is how I would've ended the episode, the season and the series, wrapping it all up with a giant bow, while still leaving the door open for a spin-off or a movie. Enjoy and be sure to let me know what you think!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wyatt rolled his eyes at Chris. "We didn't make it worse," he insisted. "We made things better! So quit worrying."
"I can't." admitted Chris as his cheeks grew pale. "What if we never get back at all? I'm sure wherever Aunt Paige went, she didn't realize she no longer existed!" and again he shivered.
"Hey, they already did wipe us out once," Wyatt pointed out with a grin. "Did you feel anything?"
"Well, no," Chris had to admit. "But still..."
"Neither did I. Just keep in mind who gave us those plans! I've gotta admit, for once you had a pretty good idea, summoning the ghost of Melinda Warren to ask why our family could never hold onto love after the Elders turned Dad into one of them! Again! Mom always told us how they pulled that when I was a kid; we never dreamed they'd do it again! And here we thought we'd get to always have him around after they turned him into a whitelighter after he died, but nope!"
Chris nodded. "And that happened the same day that Bianca's parents tell her they don't want her dating a Charmed One's son and Aunt Phoebs announces that she's getting a divorce for the sixth time! There had to be something wrong!"
Wyatt also nodded. "And like I said, you had a good idea."
Chris grinned. "Say it again--I don't hear that enough."
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, it was a good idea--it was a great idea! But now trust your idea, will ya? Melinda Warren would not steer us wrong! I'm sure she wanted that Curse broken as much as we did! And she's the one who told us that this was the right moment in time to come back and write those spells in The Book. We did the right thing, Chris, really we did. And, look, already it's better--Aunt Phoebs will never have to moon about Cole Turner and compare every guy she meets to him again!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Chris sighed, feeling as always that he had no choice but to agree with his big brother. "I just hope we didn't change anything."
"Oh, no, we changed things," Wyatt grinned. "We changed plenty." Chris's jaw dropped as Wyatt paused to keep him in suspense. "Just you wait and see!"
Just then they heard their father's voice calling up the stairs. "Paige! Telephone! It's Glen!"
Chris turned to Wyatt, his eyes large. "Glen? The reason Aunt Paige never got married? The guy she was always mooning over and making us sick when she kept going on and on about how wonderful he was and why it was such a shame he married that other girl?"
Wyatt nodded. "C'mon!" and grabbing his brother's hand, he orbed them to the stairway landing where they could watch without being seen.
Their mother and aunts were gathered around the phone, where Paige was excitedly talking. She hung up then turned to her sisters, smiling happily, talking a million miles a minute. "Glen never married Jessie! But up until today he was too afraid to tell me! He says he couldn't marry her because he knows that he loves me and that he's always loved me and now he knows he'll always love me, even if I'm a witch and he wants to see me right now!"
Phoebe smiled. "Well, go, but I'd suggest changing your clothes first!"
Paige looked down to see that she was still dressed in her 17th century costume. She smiled at Phoebe. "Thanks, Sis!" and passing her hand in front of herself, her costume glamoured into one of her most sexiest outfits, her hair down and in beautiful dark curls, a pretty flower tucked behind her ear, so she was looking her most beautiful. After posing for her sisters and making them laugh, she joyously orbed out.
Then Piper turned to where Leo stood, holding Little Chris with one arm, while holding Little Wyatt's hand with the other. "Does that mean it worked?" he asked, the question Big Chris was still wondering.
Piper smiled lovingly as she walked over to him. She picked up Little Wyatt and hugged him tight, then hugged Leo and Little Chris, including them all in a family hug.
"You'll never hear me complain about wanting a normal life again," she swore. "I'm happy and proud that I'm a witch, and more than a witch--a Charmed One. The only normal life I'll ever want is the life I have with you and our boys!"
Leo hugged her back just as tightly as he took her mouth in a deep kiss. Then he promised, "And I'll never let the Elders separate us again, because the life I have with you and our boys is the only life I've ever wanted, the only life I'll ever want!"
Piper's face totally glowed with love, but then that changed to determination, as she hugged Wyatt and Chris again, still thinking about those poor babies in the alternate dimension, knowing she could never look at her precious sons again without remembering that guillotine. "And we're going to start using our powers to find and save innocents again. And we're going to find those ex-bosses of yours and talk them into giving back your wings. We could help innocents the most when you had those wings," and Leo's face lit up in a huge smile.
"No!" whispered Big Chris in fear. "They can't do that! If they talk the Elders into making Dad a whitelighter again, they'll end up making him an Elder again! We'd be right back where we started! Only a lot earlier! We'd never get to know Dad!"
Big Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Don't you have any faith in Melinda Warren? Keep watching!"
Even as Wyatt spoke, Sandra the Elder orbed in. "No need to do that, Piper," she told her. "We watched your and Phoebe's journey to the other dimension and are very pleased to have The Charmed Ones back on track." She waved her hand at Leo and a bright glow shone from his body, as for just a second they could see his wings fluttering behind him. "Welcome back, Leo!" while Big Chris closed his eyes in fear.
Then Sandra turned to smile at Piper. "And you'll never have to worry about him becoming an Elder--we now know that being whitelighter to The Charmed Ones and their families is Leo's highest destiny--his only destiny!" and even as Piper and Leo tried to thank her, she orbed out.
"Thank you," Leo whispered to Piper. "Thank you for giving me back my wings, my life! I love you so much!" and taking her mouth again, still hugging their boys, he led them into the living room before closing the door.
Wyatt grabbed Chris' hand and then orbed them back to the attic. He high-fived his brother. "See? I told you it would work!"
Chris' face lit as it hit him. "Does that mean Dad will get to always be around for us now?"
Wyatt nodded, smiling. "And since he's a whitelighter, that means he can't die--he's already dead!"
Chris' face broke into its biggest, most beautiful, most radiant smile, making his whole face light up, absolutely loving the sounds of that. "Then what are we waiting for?" he grinned.
Wyatt grinned back. "My sentiments exactly. Our girls are waiting for us!"
Chris gave his brother the evil eye. "Which one?" he wanted to know, thinking of what he'd always called his brother's "harem".
Wyatt grinned. "Maybe breaking the Curse will help me decide," and Chris just rolled his eyes at his brother.
Wyatt raised his hand towards the triquetra that was still on the walls, forcing open a portal, then dashed toward the portal. Before he stepped through, he realized that Chris wasn't behind him. So he turned to his brother, who was still standing, staring at The Book of Shadows. "You're not still scared, are you?" he asked.
"No, of course not," Chris lied, as he continued to stare at The Book. "I just wonder if they will ever know it was us."
"Nah, they think it was Bianca, remember? Besides babies can't write," and Wyatt grinned as he looked to the light of the portal, stepping through.
Chris walked behind him, closing his eyes as he stepped through. His heart beat faster as his fears that his brother just might be wrong this time intensified.
But as usual Wyatt wasn't wrong this time. Both boys disappeared through the portal, heading towards a future full of family and full of love.
Meanwhile Phoebe was still standing next to the phone. She looked at it, thinking about Paige and Glen, then turned to look at the living-room door, thinking about Piper and Leo. "I'm happy for them," she muttered to herself. "I really am. But what about me?"
Suddenly she heard that shimmering sound she'd heard so often that day. "Cole?" she asked hopefully, then stared in shock. "Drake? I thought you were dead!"
Drake shrugged. "I thought so, too, but here I am. And since I think I'm going to live, I can finally say it without fear. I love you, Phoebe Halliwell!"
Phoebe hugged him, happily. "I love you, too, Drake!" Suddenly she realized what she had just said and her face fell, as she sent out a silent apology to Cole for forgetting so soon, knowing that although she did love Drake, it was nothing compared to her love for Cole--she'd never love anyone as much as she loved Cole Turner.
Drake reached out to take her chin and lifted it up so she was looking at him. Very softly, very gently, very lovingly, and most of all, very understandingly, he told her, "Almost as much as you love Cole. You'll always love Cole best."
Phoebe stared at him in shock, for the first time in her life totally speechless.
Drake smiled, reaching down to give her a quick kiss. "And you see, that's fine with me, sweetheart, because without him, we wouldn't be together. I think he wanted us to be together, if you and he couldn't be. In fact, I think if our first child is a boy, we'll name him Cole!"
A brilliant smile lit Phoebe's face. "Yes. And if she's a girl, she'll be Nicole!"
Drake hugged her tight as he began waltzing her around the room, dancing to music only they could hear. Phoebe threw back her head and laughed, joyful, free, just like Cole Turner now was.
As Phoebe and Drake continued spinning around the room, they were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the sounds of materialization. Nor did they see two ghosts appear on the stairs, watching, smiling in approval.
Then there was more materialization and the ghosts of Penelope and Patricia Halliwell smiled as the ghost of Prudence Halliwell appeared between them. She smiled back at her mother and grandmother; and then they all turned to smile at Phoebe and Drake, watching them as the pair whirled around the room, their faces alight with love.
Meanwhile, Paige was walking arm-in-arm with Glen in beautiful Golden Gate Park. Neither could stop chatting; they had so much to tell each other. Finally Glen shut Paige up by kissing her passionately in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge. Paige, feeling the love of her very best friend surround her, returned the kiss just as strongly. Up on the Bridge, the ghosts of Penny, Patty and Prue were looking down, smiling as they watched.
Meanwhile Piper and Leo were still sitting on the couch in the living room, watching their sons, who were sitting on the floor, playing with some toys. Leo, watching, had his arm around his wife, his hand playing with her hair, a happy, content smile on his face. Not too far behind them, three ghosts watched and smiled.
Suddenly Wyatt used his powers to orb Chris' teddy bear out of Chris' arms and into his own. Chris began to cry.
"Wyatt, no!" scolded Piper. "You do not use powers to help yourself out! You use them to help others!" and when Wyatt looked to his father, Leo first smiled approvingly at his wife before nodding at his son.
Little Wyatt thought about it for a few seconds then orbed the teddy bear back into Chris' arms. Chris hugged his teddy bear and thanked his brother.
Suddenly little Chris looked up and smiled broadly, the identical beautiful smile that had lit the face of his older self when he realized that now his father would always be there for them and their mother. Waving his little arm, little Chris showed off his powers for the very first time when he TKed his teddy bear towards the ghosts. Of course, it went right through them, but all three ghosts smiled back at him.
The ghost of Prue knelt down and motioned to her nephew. Chris stood up and began toddling towards the ghosts. Piper, thinking that he was going after his teddy bear, motioned to Wyatt to go get his brother. While Wyatt went after Chris, Piper and Leo sneaked in a few deep, passionate kisses, totally missing their sons waving at three ghosts, who waved back.
Up in the attic, The Book of Shadows was still opened to the page on The Warren Curse. Suddenly there was that sound of materialization again and this time a finger of a ghostly hand began writing in The Book, leaving behind shining, gold letters in an old-fashioned script.
"Thank you, my daughters," it read.
The finger paused for a moment before it continued. "...and my sons!"
Finally the finger left behind a fancy signature: "Blessed be! Melinda Warren."
Not too long after that, the sun began to set over San Francisco, making the Halliwell Manor seem to turn gold. The front door was open, and in its doorway stood the ghosts of three generations of Halliwells. The ghost of Prue, standing in the middle, turned her head to smile questioningly, first at the ghost of her grandmother and then at the ghost of her mother. They nodded, large smiles on their faces. Grinning, the ghost of Prue Halliwell waved her hand.
The front door closed.
The end
of
"THE WARREN CURSE"
written by
Aurora Nightstar
and JustEs
