Beta: I can not even begin to thank my lovely, wonderful beta Nathy Faithy without whom I promise there would not be new chapters. My dear friend thank you so much for not only being a wonderful, helpful beta reader, but most of all for letting me bounce ideas off you and brainstorming with me. Your advice and insights mean so much! By the way my friend sometimes you're so bloody brilliant its frightening and the influence you've had on this story is beyond compare thank you for inspiring, pushing and prompting me!

A/N : Sorry it's so long between updates. I'm not abandoning this story at all. I just have 3 kids that have been into everything and exhausting the living daylights out of me, especially when you add in nursing one, pumping and donating breastmilk, homes schooling and everything else that goes into being a mom, house hunting and more. Please forgive the erratic updates and thank you all so very much for reading and reviewing!

A/N 2: I am going off cannon with the Charmed series a little here, so please go with me on this journey. Chris has been born and he's around 6 months or so and Wyatt is around 4 yrs old. Leo is still an Elder and never went crazy, instead while Future Chris was with the sisters he told them of a way to tell a fallen Whitelighter from a Whitelighter/Elder on the right path. That information helped the sisters and Leo recognize that there was an entire contingent of fallen among the Elders and Whitelighters which lead to their recycling and the saving of Wyatt and Chris. Also just a heads up something very pivotal happened on the day Chris was born and it had nothing to do with the Charmed world, cause the whole perfectly messed up world thing never happened. If I need to add more later I will. Please feel free to ask. I am also messing with the ages of Buffy and Faith, as Faith always seemed like she was trying to act far beyond her years.

A/N 3: I've been reading a bunch of Charmed fanfiction to recapture the sisters voices as it's been a while since I focused on them so special thanks to all the wonderful writers of stories. There are too many to name, but those of you whom I've sent reviews especially thank you for the inspiration! Special thanks to Silverkitten919 for the inspiration behind the boys and the idea of the Twice Blessed prophecy.

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In England the Council's main building and the castle that had long been considered the Council's fortress began to tremble and shake. The walls had started to crack and powerful artifacts were reacting violently to any Council member that tried to touch them. Quentin Travers was beyond angry working his way toward being completely pissed thanks to the ever present decanter of scotch on his desk and it's rapidly diminishing contents.

A brisk knock sounded before his office door was forced open and a fiery redhead stormed into his office and slammed a letter of resignation down on his desk. "We are done! The Council has fallen and the prophecy will be true within a day's time at most." Marian Hellfire coolly informed the head of the now fallen Council. "Consider this notice for both my services as a Seer as well as priestess of the last coven willing to associate with the likes of you. You and what remains of the Council are on your own!" Marian finished by flipping Quentin the bird and storming out of his office.

B & A

Marian Hellfire was American by birth and had only joined the Council at the urging of her father's best friends Roger Wyndam-Price and Percival Giles, after her father was killed in a car accident. What no one in the Council knew was that she was actually a Trojan horse. She'd been planted by a coven of Ancient women to watch the men who watched from the shadows, while the female warrior saved the world more often than not at the expense of her own life. Marian was also a witch with a whitelighter guide, all though even the Elders or PTB didn't know of her connections to the elder women. Recently her whitelighter had tipped her off that the Council was falling and that it was thankfully time to return to the states. Convincing the last few Seers and the final covens to leave the Council hadn't been hard, the truth was most of them were completely sick of the Council and its treatment of the slayers.

The Council had to be stripped of its power and influence. When the Council fell they needed to be seen for what they truly were; power hungry, sad, pathetic, useless men. The only members that mattered were Rupert Giles and Wesley Wyndam-Price the sons of the men that believed they were responsible for convincing her to join the Council. Thankfully both men were already safely tucked away in America and would be helping tear apart the Council if her vision was accurate. Pulling a PDA out of her pocket Marian tapped a few keys and released all of the Council's "private" records to any and all government agencies they'd had dealings with. A slightly evil smile curved took up residence on her face as she exited the Council for the last time and pulled out the key ring for her favorite toy. Rupert had left his Matchless Silver Streak with her and she loved it almost as much as he did. It's time to go home she thought patting the bike affectionately. It had cost a fortune, but she'd found a company willing to transport the bike back to Rupert in the states. By this time tomorrow both she and the bike would be on their way to Rupert.

B & A

It was late in the evening by the time Marian found herself, finally settled into a seat on the large metal bird that would spirit her across the ocean, back to her home. It didn't matter that planes had been around for decades and that everyone claimed they were perfectly safe Marian HATED flying. Given the choice between facing an angry vampire and flying she'd choose vampire every single time, unfortunately it was either plane or boat for the trip from England to America and neither were particularly good choices for the witch. At least the plane was over and done within a matter of hours, instead of days or weeks. Thank the goddess for alcohol without it and nerve tonic I'd never have climbed in the flying metal coffin. With that thought Marian chugged the small vial of nerve tonic she'd brewed last night and paid the flight attendant for six bottles of vodka to go with her cranberry and orange juice.

"Trouble flying?" the young attendant asked with a knowing smile.

"The worst." Marian replied.

"What bothers you the most? Perhaps I can help?" The young woman inquired.

She had such an easy going attitude and a calm aura that Marian opened up to her. "The last time I flew was shortly after my parents were killed. To be honest I don't remember getting on the plane, but by the time we landed I was bleeding so badly I was rushed to the hospital."

"My word, what happened?"

"Actually, that's what bugs me the most … I don't know. My dad's best friends refused to tell me and somehow they convinced the doctors to tell me anything. Bastards had money and power and paid off the right people, since I was only 17 and according to my parents' will they were my guardians no one ever told me a damn thing." Marian said hotly. She wasn't upset at the young woman for asking, she was pissed at the situation. Thanks to the Council and Quentin, even when she reached adulthood all she was able to find out was that all her records were sealed. That was one of the reasons that she'd been very open and receptive to the Ancient women and willingly became the Trojan horse within the Council.

"I'm so sorry! Please if there's anything I can do to help make this flight comfortable let me know. We aren't very full tonight so after I make my rounds I can come back and keep you company if you'd like." The young attendant offered.

"That'd be nice." Marian agreed.