A Wolf Among Witches

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Charmed in any way, shape or form; they belong to their respective owners.

Chapter 1.

"Prue is going to kill me." A young woman muttered to herself as she rushed up the soaked steps that led up to the red-and-cream-coloured Victorian manor that had stood proud for over a century and hurried to get out of the rain.

The woman in question had straight shoulder length dark-brown hair with bangs across her forehead, dark brown eyes, smooth pale skin, and stood around 5'2. She was wearing what could be described as conservative clothing that consisted of a plain black coat, a green blouse and matching green dress, and simple black shoes; and was holding to a bag of groceries in one hand, an umbrella in another, and across her shoulder was a black handbag that inches away from slipping off.

Reaching the top of the steps, she leaned against the side of manor and wrestled to free her door keys from her handbag without dropping everything. Thankfully with a bit of skill, and a hell of a lot of practise, she managed to dig her keys free and opened the front door and headed inside.

"Prue?" the brunette called out as she shook the umbrella free of water before placing it on the hook in the foyer along with her sopping wet coat.

"I'm in here, Piper." a feminine voice that sounded fed up answered as the woman, now known as Piper, grabbed her bag of groceries and did her best to sort her hair out as worked up the courage to face her older sister.

Even before she had heard Prue's voice, she knew she was going to be in trouble. She didn't know what the exact time was, but she knew she was late...and she knew that Prue's pet peeves, of which there were many, was tardiness.

Walking into the middle parlour, Piper walked in to see Prue balancing on top of a ladder fiddling with the ornate crystal chandelier. She felt like a child that had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar as Prue smoothed her black shoulder-length and sighed before narrowing her dark green eyes at her...if she was honest, it was almost like her Grams had returned from the dead to scold her.

"Sorry I'm late." Piper apologised and when Prue said nothing she continued. "Really."

"What else is new?" she asked without looking at her. "You were supposed to be here when the electrician came, Piper. I would have been here myself, but you know I can't leave the museum until six o'clock." she grimaced, trying to push a hanging wire out of sight.

"I know, I know," Piper replied. "But I was shopping in Chinatown, then it started raining...I guess i didn't realize how long I was gone." Piper said defending herself and explaining the reason why she was late. "Did you fix the chandelier?" she asked as she turned her back to Prue and placed her bags on the table.

"Not at the moment." Prue complained before she changed the subject. "How did your interview go? Are you a real chef now?"

"Not yet." Piper replied. "The fabulous Chef Moore demands an audition. "So I have to go back to the restaurant tomorrow and cook for him. Something unusual. Something worthy of me," she said mimicking his terrible accent. "Something worthy of Quake."

"Quake?" Prue repeated wrinkling her nose, like something smelt bad. "Is that what the place is called?"

"Yeah." Piper answered. "It's in North Beach. Very chic." she continued as she went to grab her bags off the table noticing that the water rolling down the sides had left a puddle on the table only to jump when she heard something smashing on the ground.

"Stupid chandelier!" Prue growled as one of the crystals that had been connected to said chandelier fell and smashed on the ground as Piper turned around.

"Don't worry about it." smiled Piper hoping to calm her sisters growing temper. "I'll get a dustpan and clean this mess up."

"Thanks." Prue said curtly and watched as Piper left the room and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Did Jeremy call?" she heard Piper ask as she returned with the dustpan and brush.

"No, but he left you a bunch of roses and a package for you." Prue replied and rolled her eyes when she saw the giddy look that appeared across Piper's face as she ran into another room where a bunch of red roses were sitting on a table along with a box. Following her, Prue arrived just in time to see her little sister smelling the flowers before opening the box that she had placed on the table.

"So what did he get you?"

"This!" Piper exclaimed as she pulled the item from the box to show her.

"Jeremy brought you a bottle of port wine?" Prue asked as she took the bottle from Piper and read the engravings on the white label.

"It's a special port." Piper explained. "The ultimate ingredient for my audition recipe. "This may just get me the job."

"Nice boyfriend." Prue said, doing her best not to sound envious of her sisters love life, as she handed the bottle back to her.

"Fiancé." Piper corrected before answering her question. "Perks of being engaged." she said smugly as she placed the port back in the wooden box missing Prue rolling her eyes playfully. As she placed it in the box, she noticed something from the corner of her eye sticking out from behind the vase. "I don't believe it." she gasped seeing exactly what it was. "Is that our old Spirit Board?"

"I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit box." Prue answered with a smile seeing the childlike look that formed on Piper's face as she carefully picked it up off the table and ran her fingers across the letters on the face, then turned it round to read the engraving that was on the back.

"To my three beautiful girls." Piper began reading the message on the bottle. "May this give you the light to find the shadows. The power of three will set you free. Love Mom." she finished with a gentle smile as she read the last message that their mother had left them before her death. "We never did figure out what this meant, did we?" she voiced turning to Prue.

"Well, I think we should send the board to Phoebe," Prue laughed. "That girl is so in the dark; a little light might help. Maybe she can use it to find out where Dad ran off too." she snorted very unladylike. "You never know..."

"You're always so hard on, Phoebe."

"Piper, she has no vision," Prue began to list off Phoebe flaws. "No sense of the future."

"I really think that Phoebe is starting to come around." Piper stated, jumping to the defence of her baby sister...especially when she wasn't there to defend herself.

"Yeah, right!" Prue threw up her hands, obviously disagreeing with Piper. "And that's why she went to New York to look for Dad. I mean, what's the point? He just up and left one day without so much as a word. If it wasn't for Grams, we'd been on the streets after Mom died and he abandoned us. And she thinks that he just gonna embrace her the moment he sees her?" she asked incredulously shaking her head.

"We both know finding Dad wasn't the reason she left."

"I don't care why she left." Prue said bitterly before storming away oblivious to the look that Piper sent her.

"Prue, wait!" Piper shouted after her sister as she followed her into the middle parlour.

"What?!" Prue snapped as she spun around to glare at Piper, her bad mood worsening at the mere mention of Phoebe.

"Um, I have to tell you something, and, well...I don't think..." Piper hesitated, biting her bottom lip. All she had to do was tell Prue that Phoebe was coming back to live with them...after all it was not like it was just her house. Grams had left it to all of them in her will meaning that Phoebe had every right to be there...and yet for the life of her she felt like a deer caught in the headlights now that she had to tell Prue that.

"What is it?" Prue asked for a second time.

"You know how we've been talking what to do with that spare room?" when Prue nodded, she continued. "Well, I think you're right. Maybe we do need a roommate." she said as Prue looked briefly at the chandelier that could be seen from the other room.

"Maybe we could rent the room at a reduced rate in exchange for some help around the house." Prue proposed. "I'll put an ad in the Chronicle." she said, then headed into the living room.

"Phoebe good with a wrench." Piper quickly replied, following her.

"Phoebe lives in New York...and good riddance too." Prue remarked, glancing back at Piper.

"Uh..." Piper took a deep breath and worked up the nerve to finally tell her. "Not anymore." she blurted out.

"What?" Prue seethed, glaring at Piper.

""I've wanted the three of us back together for a long time," Piper told her. "And...well...Phoebe left New York. She's moving back in with us."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Well, I could hardly say no." Piper said. "It's her house, too. Grams left it to all three of us."

"Months ago!" Prue cried out. "And we haven't seen or spoken to her since!"

"Maybe you haven't." Piper retorted as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, I haven't." Prue replied. "Or have you forgotten why I'm still mad at her?"

"No, I haven't forgotten." Piper said, hoping to pacify Prue temper. "But she had nowhere else to go. She lost her job, she's in debt..."

"And this is news?! How long have you known about this anyway?" Prue demanded.

"A couple days...a week...okay two weeks." she confessed and did everything not to shrink away from the look she received from her older sister.

"Thanks for sharing." Prue glared at Piper, then took a deep breath to relax. "When does she get here?"

"Soon hopefully." Piper beamed, overjoyed to hear that Prue at the very least was going to be civil with Phoebe and allow her to stay there. "I spoke to her on the phone just before she got on the bus and said that she should get here around seven...depending on how long it takes to get a taxi of course."

Deep within the city and taking shelter inside on of the bus shelters, Phoebe rubbed her arms erratically as she desperately tried to warm up as she stood outside in the blistering cold and pouring rain. Tugging her thin grey blazer tighter around her as a cold chill ran through her; in hindsight she probably should have worn something more weather appropriate...then again, she had been when she left New York.

She really had forgotten how cold San Francisco could be at night; just one of the things she had not missed about the city.

Rubbing her hands together, the young twenty-two-year woman breathed into her hands as she waited patiently for a taxi to arrive, something she had been holding out for since she had reached San Francisco around twenty minutes ago. Usually, the place was crammed full of them, but she guessed they had all been taken up by people wanting to get out of the rain.

She knew it probably would have been quicker to simply walk home, however she did not fancy home in this weather, not alone in the pitch-black. Not because she was scared mind you, far from it, rather it was fact that there had been a string on murders across the city for the last year. It had been kept under wraps before she left for New York, but from what Piper had told the killings had become more frequent over the last six months and the cops were still no closer in finding the killer(s).

However, from what she had been told the murders were not random, rather it was like some disgruntled soul had finally reached their breaking point snapped and decided to dish out some vigilante justice. Child abusers, wife-beaters, Paedophiles, drug-dealers, traffickers, and rapists seemed to be their chosen target as they hunted and slaughtered them all inhumanly as possible and left their bodies for the police to find...almost like they were proud of what they'd done...as a warning maybe?

Still, it didn't seem to do much to deter criminals from committing crimes if the three women murdered over the last six months was any indication. It was possible that the vigilante had moved on to killing defenceless women, or perhaps they were unrelated and there was a new killer murdering those women.

For that reason, it irked her a little that Piper never offered to pick her up from the bus station, after all both Piper and Prue could and did drive...albeit she had a suspicion that Prue had no idea she was coming home. She couldn't imagine Prue saying quiet otherwise...then again, the two were not on speaking terms after Rodger, her ex-fiancé, had accused her of making a move on her when it had been him that had tried to kiss her.

Ignoring the fact that he was a slimly, Weasley, pathetic excuse of a man with mommy issues, all traits she did not find attractive in a man, she would never do that to either Prue or Piper. She was many things, most of which Prue had called her when she tried to explain her side of the story, but trying to steal and wreck her own sister's relationship? Never!

Yet Prue couldn't...no, she refused to see that. The two had always butted heads growing up, mostly because Prue always had to be right and even when she knew she was in the wrong her stupid pride wouldn't allow her to admit it; something she was certain that she had picked up from Grams. She couldn't remember a time when her late grandmother admitted she was wrong...guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree in that regard.

Still, even if Prue was going to behave like a child and refuse to speak with her at least she had Piper to keep her company, the only one that never had a bad word to say about her...or anyone for that matter; it was why Piper was without a doubt her favourite sister.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the road light up. Looking in the direction of the light, she saw a pair of bright headlights coming around the corner, the light cutting through the darkness. Tugging at her backpack's straps, Phoebe walked to the edge of the pavement and waved her arm erratically as she flagged the taxi down, desperately wanting to get out of the cold rain and into somewhere warm...she really hoped that they had their heating on.

The headlights blinded her as the drover seemed to have them on full beam, making her squint. She suddenly recoiled back as the taxi drove straight passed her and straight through a massive puddle in the middle of the road. Dirty, putrid water washed over her like a waterfall soaking her making her breath hitch as she now stood there cold and soaked from head-to-toe.

"Are you kidding me?!" Phoebe screamed furiously as she turned to glare daggers at the retreating taxi that almost seemed to be mocking her as the red light grew brighter as they headed down the street and round the next corner. Grinding her teeth, and wiping the dirty water from her face, she wanted nothing more than to chase down the taxi and give the driver a piece of her mind.

"This isn't fair!" She cried out, and quite frankly felt like crying. "I'm a good person!" she shouted up to the heavens only to jump when a flash of lightning pierced the sky, like it was rebuking her claim. "Great! I'm soaked and dirty," she grumbled as she looked down at her now wet and filthy clothes. "Nobody gonna let me in now are they?" she asked rhetorically as her lips trembled, both in anger and from the cold.

"Fine! Who wants to get in a crappy taxi anyway? Saved me money anyway!" she thought bitterly as she decided to walk home rather than waiting for another taxi knowing that they would probably refuse to let her in anyway...even if she battered her eyelashes and flirted a little; it was time like this that she really wished that she learnt to drive.

Shifting the backpack so that the straps wouldn't rub on her shoulders, Phoebe took a deep breath to work up the courage to walk home. She'd be lying if she said she was a little nervous, scared some would say, walking alone at night. But she reassured herself that it wasn't late, and the streetlights were still on guiding her way through the city. That thought putting her mind at ease, she wandered down the pavement and made a beeline for Prescott Street.

It was around twenty minutes later that Phoebe found herself walking down one of the many streets that were filled with people trying to get into a nightclub. Any other night, she would have jumped at the opportunity to go clubbing, and get lucky if she found someone she thought was cute, but alas all she wanted to do was get home; she really wished Grams was still alive...she'd kill for one of her famous hot chocolates.

Ignoring the appeal of the music that was reverberating from the club, Phoebe pushed through the crowd and continued heading deeper into the city and towards Prescott Street.

The rain seemed to come down harder making it hard for her to really make anything out unless she focused. She jumped when a rumble of thunder reverberated across the cloud-covered skies followed by flashes of lighting that lit up the city making her heart race.

Tugging at her blazer, which the rest of her clothing was soaked, she did her best to warm herself up and started rubbing her arms; she was beginning to wonder if she had the right call deciding to walk home. Making her way across the main road, Phoebe cut across the street, walking behind a car that passed her and down the narrow street that had houses and deserted buildings on both sides.

It was while she was making her way down the street that she heard boots trudging through the puddles. Taking a quick look over her shoulder, Phoebe quickly looked forward again when she saw around three men wearing hoodies with the hoods covering their faces, making it impossible to see what they looked like.

It was possible that like her they were just trying to get out of the rain...but living in New York for the last six months and the reported killings that happened across the city, and only seemed to be getting worse, left her slightly paranoid.

Looking forward, Phoebe swallowed a lump in the throat and started walking quicker wanting to distance herself from the hooded figures. Crossing the street, she feigned ignorance and pretended that she was simply looking before she crossed the road and looked in their direction. Her heart sunk when she also saw them crossing the road and walking quicker.

It was like her heart was swallowed by the abyss when she realized that they were probably following her...yet she couldn't say for certain; but she wasn't going to stand there and find out.

Doing her best to look inconspicuous, Phoebe walked as quickly as she could without drawing attention herself or alert them that she knew that she was being followed. Looking left and right for a way out, she noted that the apartments were either boarded up or had the curtains drawn, whether that was because it was late or simply pretend that they never saw anything if asked was anyone's guess...regardless, she knew she was on her own.

"Damn it, really wish I brought one of those Cell-Phones now." Phoebe thought to herself as her heart pounded like a drum.

As she was making her way down the street, she finally found a way out in the form of an alleyway between two buildings. Making a beeline for it, she walked round the corner and started walking down it. She didn't care that it was shrouded in darkness and only one light was functioning, and even that was flickering, all she cared about was getting away from the men following her.

It wasn't until she got halfway down the back alley that she saw that it led to a dead-end...that dead-end being a solid brick wall. Panicking knowing that she had just cornered herself, she turned back around only to swallow nervously when she heard laughter coming from the entrance.

"Looks like somebody got themselves a little lost, boys." A voice remarked as Phoebe stood a step back in fear, her back pressing against the wet brick wall.

"So it would seem." a second voice agreed going along with his friend. "Thankfully for her though, we are upstanding citizens, so we have no problem helping her." they added as they stepped underneath the flickering light making the young woman's heart race.

"It's a good thing that she ran into us then, wouldn't ya say?" the third man said as he licked his lips as he leered at Phoebe while the others laughed. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"I think she wanted us to follow her down here." the first man smirked.

"I-I guess I made a wrong turn somewhere." Phoebe laughed fearfully not knowing exactly what they wanted...but had a pretty damn good idea. "I'm supposed to be meeting my friend around here somewhere." she lied and prayed that they would buy it and back off. "I'm sure he's worrying where I've..."

"Don't worry," the third man grinned lecherously. "We'll be sure to take real good care of you until your friend arrives." he promised before reached behind his back and pulled out a Glock scaring her.

"If its money you want, I haven't got a lot but..."

"It's not money we want from you." the second man snickered as they copied their friend and pulled out a Glock of their own, an action that the third man mirrored, and held it pointed it threateningly at the terrified Phoebe. "Rather something a little more...personal." he leered as the three men began to descend on her making her blood run cold.

"Stay away from me!" Phoebe screamed at them, tears beginning to form in her eyes when she realized they planned to rape her. Before she could say anything else she was tackled to the wall before she was thrown to the ground violently. Her hair was then grabbed and pulled back lifting her head up only to come face to face with the barrel of a gun.

"If I was you, I'd keep your mouth shut, bitch." One of the men spat as he pressed the barrel into her forehead. "One more word out of you and I'll put a bullet in your skull and fuck your corpse...understand?" he growled and when he got a fearful nod from Phoebe he grinned. "Good...I knew you were a smart girl." he grinned from ear to ear before looking at his friends.

"Get her up." he barked at his friends who eagerly did as they were told and dragged Phoebe to her feet. "Actually...leave her on her knees." he suddenly changed his mind. "Now then, bitch. Me and my friends here and have shit few days and need a release...and you just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"Please..."Phoebe begged the three only to feel one of the guns press into the side of her head.

"Seems like you've got problem keeping that mouth shut, bitch."

"Then maybe we should do something with that pretty little mouth of hers?" One of the men suggested lecherously. "I'm sure the little whore is longing to be throat-fucked." he grinned making the other two laugh.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that." he laughed in agreement. "Why else would she be wearing a shirt so tight that her tits are practically falling out?" he added as he unbuckled his belt, making Phoebe's eyes widen in horror as she trembled in fear, and began to lower his jeans. As he let them drop the last light popped leaving the four of them standing alone in the darkness.

"Shit!" One of the men cussed as the light popped up but still held Phoebe's arms. "Can't see a fucking thing now!"

"Will you keep your noise down?" the first man hissed at his friend. "Or are you trying to bring the pigs down here? Besides, I know what a hole feels like." he told him with a grin. "Now hold her up will you." he ordered as he pull down his boxers.

As he was in the middle of lowering them something shot though the back of his leg and out through the front making him scream out in agony before the object was yanked back, embedding into his leg. "FUCK!" He screamed out before whatever grabbed him was yanked back pulling him to the ground and he was dragged away into the darkness.

"HELP ME!" Phoebe and the two that held her against her will heard him scream hysterically as well as the sound of his nails scratching the concrete ground as he was dragged away into the night.

Like the two men that were attempting to rape her, Phoebe couldn't make out what was happening as she listened to their bloodcurdling scream...all she hoped was that they suffered and that they were shown no mercy. It was not the first time someone had tried to rape her, being a young impressionable girl made her an easy target in New York...but this time there was no one around to save her...or so she originally thought.

Suddenly another burst of lightning flashed across San Francisco lighting up the entire city, and for a moment light bled into the alleyway to reveal exactly what had pulled the rapist away. A pit formed in her stomach and for a moment she forgot how to breath, something that the other two seemed to copy as she fell from their grasp as they all stared at the thing that dragged the first rapist away.

It was hard to make them out from the brief flash, but what they could see was that they were massive even from a distance. They towered over everyone and had to be at least seven foot tall and built larger than any of the three men that had attempted to rape her. They were wearing a large tattered brown cloak that concealed the top half of their body; however, the strangest part was that their legs and feet seemed to be covered in thick grey armour that almost resembled robot legs...or the armour you'd expect to find in a cheesy sci-fi movie.

In the brief moment that the alley was lit up they watched as a wire that was connected to the rapist's leg was returned to the cloaked figures arm before darkness returned to the alley leaving them standing alone in the dark.

"KILL THEM!" The first man ordered with a scream as he tried to crawl away from his assailant.

Gunfire rang out followed by flashes of lights that terrified Phoebe who cowered in fear as all she could do was watch as her saviour was gun downed by a barrage of bullets...yet much to her, and the others, disbelief the bullets did nothing as a thin golden light shimmered around the shrouded lighting up the alley like the fourth of July.

Phoebe watched as the first rapist tried to crawl away and almost threw up when they brought up their massive, armoured foot and brought it down and stomped on their head turning it into a red, bloody paste leaving them unrecognizable...she was shaken at seeing a man's head caved in but felt no pity for him after he had tried to rape her.

"YOU FUCK!" One of the rapists screamed bloody murder at the cloaked figure. "YOU''RE GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DOWN YOU FUCK!" they screamed as they unloaded more round at them hoping to finish them off.

Phoebe could only watch in shock and intrigue as her cloaked protector shot forward moving at speeds that even Olympic athletes would be envious of as they crossed the gap between the entrance and where she was sitting within the span of a few seconds. She watched as they raised their arm and a wire, the same one that had dragged the first man away, shot out and grabbed one of the rapists and pulled them through the air and towards them.

As they reached them, Phoebe could only stare as they punched their arm straight through their chest and began using them as a meat shield to soak up the bullets that the last remaining rapists fired at them...yet even when a few stray bullets hit them that same yellow light covered them almost like it was protecting them.

Finally, what felt like nothing short of an eternity for Phoebe, the Glock stopped firing and started making a clicking sound instead. She watched as the cloaked figure pulled his arm out of their meat shield and dropped the now dead thug to the floor and walked calmly other to where she and the final rapist were; it was like all this blood and destruction, which had occurred within the span of around fifteen seconds, was just an ordinary day for them.

As they dropped the rapist to the floor, she watched as the last remaining thug ejected the magazine and started digging his hands through his pockets desperately looking for a fresh mag...before he could he kicked in the chest and send back through the air and slammed into the wall next to her so hard that it killed them on impact.

She began to hyperventilate as the cloaked figure looked at her before walking calmly over to her making her panic that he was going to kill her to ensure that there were no witnesses.

"P-Please don't kill me." Phoebe begged trembling as they stood right in front of her. It was only when they were standing right directly in front of her that she realized just how large they were. They were without a doubt the largest person she had even seen in her life. "I promise that I won't say anything..."

Was this really going to be things ended for her? Murdered in some back alley alongside with the men that attempted to rape her? Dying with things unresolved between her and Prue? Would she even care that she died? probably not considering how things ended between them. Why didn't she just stay in New York? Sure, she had debts and no money to pay them off but at least she would've still been alive.

"Are you hurt?" The cloaked figure asked gently. Their voice was cold, robotic even that sounded devoid of emotion...yet she could hear the genuine concern that hidden beneath all that. Looking up she saw them offering a large hand, which was covered in a strange black material, for her to grab.

Somewhat apprehensive about accepting their hand, she relented realizing that if he wanted to kill her, he would have done it already and placed her hand into his, which she noticed was twice the size of her own, and tenderly placed his fingers over hers and gently pulled her up. It was only when she was standing up that she realized how small she was in comparison, her head reached his stomach.

"No... only a grazed hand I think." She admitted as she looked up and was certain that she could see a golden visor staring back at her before the golden light that covered them faded leaving her standing in the dark. Thankfully she was still holding his hand. "Thank-whoa," as she tried to step away from him, she almost fell only to be caught securely in their arms.

"Ma'am, you have suffered an emotional shock." He stated as he kept her at arm's length. "The authorities will be here momentary." he explained to her before a powerful set of light were turned on lighting up the entire alleyway for Phoebe.

Glancing around to see where the light was coming from, Phoebe saw that the light came from underneath their hood was pointing towards the entrance. As she went to ask him a question sirens in the distance could be heard blaring out and growing louder as drew near. "H-How?" she asked in astonishment, her voice trembling.

"You'll be safe now, Ma'am." The cloaked figure said as they pointed to the entrance to the alleyway. Getting the hint, she moved over to the wall and used it to keep her balance and slowly made her way out of the alley. When she neared the opening of the alley the lights suddenly went out making her turn around only to see nothing but the darkness of the alley.

Phoebe almost jumped when the tattered brown cloak they had been wearing dropped from the sky and fell on her. Looking up to see how they had dropped the cloak on her when only moments ago they had been standing in the alley, she frowned when all she saw was the empty sky. Placing the cloak on, she sighed happily at how warm it was as she wrapped it around her. Glancing down she saw that on her it looked more like a massive wedding gown rather than the raincoat that it had looked like on her saviour.

Alas, before she could think any more on the man that had saved her from being raped, a patrol car came racing down the corner and towards her. She raised a trembling hand to get their attention.

She had no idea who it was hidden beneath the cloak...or had been hidden seeing as how she now had it wrapped around her other than the fact that she was certain that it was the vigilante that had been murdering numerous scum on the city for the last year...but she was determined to find out; maybe coming home wouldn't boring as she originally thought?

And cut! Well like I promised months ago here is my take on a Halo x Charmed crossover. This first chapter is probably terrible but next chapter I will have it come from Six perspective as he meets either Piper or Prue, which will be under better circumstances than how he met Phoebe, so hopefully it'll look a little better.

I wanted to just jump into the Charmed side of things rather than starting on Reach and having him transported back in time...since I'm getting sick of having to write the same prologue on every Six-centric story that I write...and seeing as how Six used the Grappleshot in this chapter you can tell that comes from a time years after the Fall of Reach, which will be explained at a later time.

And yes like usual Auntie Dot will be with Six since I feel it's only fitting that he has an A.I like the Chief...and something to always connect him with Noble Team.

Not much else to say other than I hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you all thought.