Rating: Right now…G
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Charmed, it all belongs to Aaron Spelling and the peeps at the WB, I just am a fan totally in love with the show, and only am playing with the idea, and the original charmed ones for just a sec, the rest of the kids here are mine, ^_^.
Author's Notes: Ok, this is extremely AU (obviously) because this takes place in the future, the charmed ones are dead as you guys now know, and it's time for a new group to take over; their children. There are boys here, and one girl. Um...I am having trouble deciding on whether or not I should continue this, so its' up to you guys, if you guys like it I will, if not…then there's this nifty Remove button….
Dedication: MANDS! CHARMED FANS EVERYWHERE!!!! ((don't hate me about Paige, Piper, and Phoebe.)
A New Beginning: The Next Day The Next Day: San Francisco, 8 a.m.Pike yawned as he slowly walked through the door of the kitchen in Halliwell Manor, his home for the past seventeen years. "Mom?" he called as he sat at the dinner table. He blinked, trying to push away the sleepiness that still grappled him. He cleared his throat, as he heard nothing but utter silence. His brow furrowed, "Mom?"
Pike stood up, wide-awake now. He looked around; everything was still in its place. Usually by this time his mother had torn the place up cooking some all out breakfast buffet.
He left the kitchen and ran upstairs, and into his mother's room.
The solid oak door opened with a noisy unnerving creak as he went in, her bed lay still made. The entire thing was irksome, his mother never left without a moment's notice.
He rushed back into his room, and then the doorbell rang.
Next Day: New York, 12 p.m.Patrick Halliwell jogged up the steps to his loft that he and his mother rented; it was huge, lavish and beautiful. It had a wonderful view, and it was completely and utterly comfortable. Patrick messed with the locks as he slid the key in, the many clicks and clanks filled the area, and he pushed the door open as he moved in. He threw the keys onto the counter, grinning as he moved toward his room flopping on his bed.
He turned to see the picture of himself and his mother Phoebe on the floor and his brow furrowed, sliding over the bed to pick up the frame, shards of glass on the floor. "How did that happen?" He slowly picked up the pieces of glass, carefully depositing them in the trashcan. He cleared his throat; mild worry filled him. Omens were a very bad thing; signs, sometimes he was glad he didn't believe in them.
He shook his head, signs? He definitely needed to stop watching those Fantasy movies about witches and goblins.
He rubbed the back of his neck, slowly. He wished his mother would call, it'd been four days since she went back to San Francisco to visit his Aunt Piper and Paige.
He lay back down slowly, something nagging at him. He couldn't get comfortable. He knew that something big was about to happen, and then the phone rang containing a message he wasn't expecting.
Next Day: San Francisco, 3 p.m.
Prue steadily descended the stairway of her home, she brushed her hair lightly as she stopped by a mirror at the end of the stairwell, and placed the brush by a picture of her mother. She smoothed out her hair, running her hair through it one more time before grabbing a chunk on each side and made a ponytail. She took a deep breath and sighed, it was three in the afternoon and her mother had yet to come home.
Prue took one last look in the mirror, and moved into the kitchen; at least she could have some lunch. She slid the pitchers from side to side searching for leftovers from the night before, cold pizza—her favorite. She growled to herself, "Damn it I know I left some in here." She sighed in defeat, "Fine, fickle pizza, hide from me now, but I shall soon find you…"
She shut the door to the fridge, and looked around her empty home. She sat in a chair at the dining table and looking around the house, the hard wooden floors and walls, the room was filled with flowers for the decorum. She couldn't stand the silence, and truth be told she was starting to become nervous. Her mother never was gone for too long.
Prue stood up, deciding that she would go over to visit Pike and her aunt Piper, at least they would be home…she hoped. She started to move upstairs to her bedroom when she heard the knock at the door. She gradually stopped dead in her tracks as she watched the figure reflected through the glass door quietly. "Pike," she asked herself, the spiky hair evident, and the baggy pants, typical punk-rocker look.
She marched to the door, quickly opening the door, "Hey stranger, I was just about to go visit you guys, come on in. Let me go get my purse…"
"Prue wait." He walked in, closing the door behind him as he said, "There's something we need to talk about."
Prue smiled, "About? If this is about your gel again, I said I was sorry. How was I supposed to know that it was your last bottle, and you hadn't been ready for school? I never thought that you'd end up having to go to school with a lack of gel."
"That's not what I'm here for…that was you?" His brow furrowed and he shook his head lightly, "God, that's totally besides the point."
Prue lightly chuckled, "Well glad you got over that quickly…but what's with the dire, you're being all cryptic." She paused for a moment before she said, "And frankly, its terrifying me. What's up?"
"Its about mom…our moms."
"Out? My mom went out last night."
"Prue…"
"She should be back any minute now." Her hands started to rub together as she always did; a nervous reflex. She stood up, "Any minute now." Prue's face was jumpy, her voice high-pitched and her words rushed out of her mouth in fear.
"Prue…"
"No." She moved away, making the distance between them an ocean, as she held herself tight.
"Prue sit down."
"No, cause I know you're going to tell me something straight out of a bad made for TV movie."
"Prue." She shook her head, "No, if, if I stay here you never say it, and its not real. I can still hope mom is coming back and she'll be ok, she's not…"
"Prue," he said quietly grabbing her by the shoulders, her body shivering in fear, "I'm so sorry." His eyes welled up with tears, "Paige, Phoebe, and…my mom. Their, their bodies were found abandoned on the side of the road, they were…they…are, they're…"
Prue cried out in agony, "No…please God no," her eyes welled up and rivers flowed, threatening to never cease as she collapsed in her cousins' arms, and they both fell to the ground as he rocked her back and forth, "I'm so sorry."
