Title: The Cold Light Of Day Author: Aly aka Dillon Email: aly@rosemcgowanonline.com and can be contacted on MSN by witchycole@hotmail.com Notes: A Charmed fiction that does refer to current episodes in terms of general plots and characters but explained for those who don't watch the current season. *A very important note*: reviews are my inspiration! Please review. Chapters: I have no plan on how many chapters there will be, I'm hoping for at least a dozen. However, I have an unfinished fiction – Going Somewhere New, so not only may life distract me from updating, I do have another unfinished fiction that may distract me. Sorry guys. Just pester me if I am lacking initiative. Will get to it eventually.

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"Get out of my way" the girl snapped. She had jet-black hair and olive skin. She wore a black and long robe. "Ava.. You can't," Chris told her. They were in the infamous Halliwell Manor's attic and if any of the sisters came in..

Chris was still trying to get the Charmed Ones trust. Not falsely, of course, but he could hardly tell them he was Piper's son. He was here to save his brother, the first child of a Charmed One. He had to do it fast; he was running out of time. The last thing he needed was for them to know his affiliate with a powerful demon.

His cousin.

Phoebe's daughter.

"Why now? As soon as me as he baby is born, I'm outta here. Come later. I don't need this now" he pleaded.

"You know the book is on the same side as them. It's also as powerful as they are. When they start drifting apart, their power becoming weaker, this book becomes weaker. I'm going to need a hell of a power to resurrect a former Source. You know all of this."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it. And if they come home? Leo doesn't trust me, and is always trying to catch me out. If he's watching.."

"Then you can't save Wyatt and instead of saving him you'll have to kill him" she piped up brightly and rolled her eyes. "The kid deserves it anyway."

Chris rolled his eyes.

"Ah, here it is!"

Chris ignored her. "Not only are you resurrecting a former Source, you're resurrecting an ex-husband." Chris shook his head. "He doesn't even know you. What are you going to do then?"

"Restore his memories," she said plainly. She laughed on the utter confusion on his face.

"I'm going to restore the memories of my father, the father I know, in his past. The Cole that I'm resurrecting. So he will have memories of the future."

"A future he doesn't remember and will never get to experience," Chris told her, eyebrows raised.

They both heard footsteps as someone walked up the attic stairs. "Your on your own now" Chris whispered and orbed out. Piper walked in with baby Wyatt on her hip.

"Who the hell are you?" Piper snapped. As she saw Ava at the book, she motioned to freeze her. Nothing happened. This was because not only was Ava family, being Phoebe's daughter, but also she was a good witch.

Ava ripped the page of the book out and shimmered out.

Piper walked to the book and tried to identify the page that had been taken. Only a corner at the bottom was left behind, and she saw part of a black raven weaved into a dark vine. This was the page border for all the spells only to be used in dire need as they had serious repercussions and had minor or major dark elements in the rituals.

She bit her lip. Whoever this girl was, it was major. She thought of calling out to her husband, Leo. She thought against it as he wasn't their Whitelighter anymore and was an Elder. Plus the fact they were separated.

She decided against it and called to her current Whitelighter.

"Chris!"

Chris didn't come even though he heard her call. He knew there would be questions and with Phoebe's recent empath power, he wasn't sure if he could hide the facts he knew. The answers they wanted.

Phoebe could feel anything in the room. Chris tried his hardest to hide his emotions from the empath power reading him, though occasionally he slipped. Slipping now would be disastrous. Chris needed them to trust him. They couldn't have any doubt.

Especially as his time was running out.