A/N- Hey. I hope you enjoyed Chapter One. Yellowcat909 reviewed and asked
for some background info, which makes sense since this is 19 years after
season 6. So in this chapter, I will add some background info for you guys.
Enjoy!
Also, Fanfiction is screwing with my paragraphing. First, it made it all one paragraph. So instead of indenting the paragraphs, I put a space between each one, including the quotes. I know it looks weird, but it's better than having it bunched up. I'm sorry! Lol. Don't hold it against me! Just enjoy the fic! ^_^
"What? Piper, you can't do that!" Paige replied, horrified. "If you do that, then Wyatt's really won."
Piper shrugged, trying to hold off a fresh wave of tears. "What other choice do I have, Paige? I refuse to let him hurt Chris or Melinda."
"You have a lot of options. Don't give in this easily. We can beat Wyatt and protect Chris and Melinda," Phoebe countered.
Piper shrugged again. "He wants my powers. He can have them. I don't want them anymore." Tears filled her eyes. She tried, unsuccessfully, to blink them away.
Chris narrowed his eyes. "I can't believe you'd do that. You'd really give up you're powers to that di-"
"Dimwit?" Paige asked, quickly cutting Chris off.
"Not what I was going to say," Chris mumbled.
"I know, but what you were going to say was-"
This time, Phoebe cut in. "It's not important. Right now we need to deal with the matter at hand."
Piper narrowed her eyes. "What 'matter at hand,' Phoebe? My oldest son is evil. He's trying to kill Chris and Melinda, just to get to me. He wants my powers and he wants me dead. All the good we did the last 25 years was a waste. Prue died, and for what? For this? For what our future is now?"
The room was silent. Piper had made a point and no one could argue that it had a lot of truth in it. The future was not the one any of them had imagined.
Wyatt had always been very curious when he was little. He was always getting into trouble from the moment he could walk and talk. At first, Piper thought it was adorable. Leo would find time to come down once and awhile and see Wyatt, and he too thought his first son's mischievous antics were adorable. But as Wyatt grew older, it became less funny and more dangerous. When Chris was born, everything seemed all right at first. When Wyatt turned ten, however, everything seemed to change. He was drawing away from his parents and his Wiccan ways and seemed jealous of his younger brother.
By fifteen, he had isolated himself from the rest of the family. His sudden cold shoulder was partly due to the divorce of his parents. He seemed jealous of six year old Melinda, just like he had been jealous of Chris when he was young. But really, it went deeper than that. Soon, Wyatt began using his powers for things that completely defied the ways of Wiccan. He used spells for personal gain and for evil. Piper, panicked and desperate, had called for Leo. But neither one was able to figure out why Wyatt was behaving the way he was.
Then, at seventeen, Wyatt went too far. He attacked Chris one rainy afternoon when the two boys were home alone. When Piper returned from work and saw the damage, she was scared to death that Wyatt would harm Melinda as well. She kicked Wyatt out and told him to never return. After, she bound Melinda's powers and wiped her memory clean of all things Wiccan, including any demon attacks that had taken place. She forbade her daughter entrance into the attic, fearing she'd find the Book of Shadows.
Wyatt made several attempts to nab Melinda and Chris. But Piper and her sisters prevented this, tough as it was. They tried several times to vanquish Wyatt and were unsuccessful. He was powerful and, slowly but surely, becoming more powerful.
Today had been the closest any of Wyatt's men had come to capturing Melinda.
"Piper, I know you feel that way. And I know it's hard to see Wyatt like this, and see him doing all these bad things. But we can't change what's happened. We need to stay strong and fight," Phoebe said softly, breaking the silence.
Piper nodded a bit, though still not believing it. "Fine. Figure out a Plan A. But if it fails, Phoebe, I will go to Wyatt and hand over my powers in exchange for the safety of Chris & Melinda, and you & Paige." She turned and left the room before anyone could protest.
Melinda twisted and turned in her bed, gripping the sheets. She was covered in a cold, damp sweat. Her pajamas clung to her small form; her hair was matted to her head. Her breathing was heavy and came in short gulps. Every inch of her body seemed to be pulsing with pain. Her mind seemed in a fog. She tried to focus but it seemed impossible.
Abruptly, her eyes snapped open and she bolted into an upright position. Her room seemed dark and shadowed. No moonlight flooded through the window, now open with its shade pulled back so a soft breeze could caress her.
Melinda licked her dry lips, wondering what had caused her such a harassed sleep, wondering what had finally awoken her, and wondering what time it was now. She glanced at the clock on her night table and was startled to see that it was already past ten.
Something moved in the shadows of her room. Melinda drew the covers up to her chin, the little hairs on her neck prickling. She sensed something was wrong and realized that someone was in her room with her.
"Who's there?" Melinda whimpered. She saw the shadows move again. It pulled something out from a leather bag at its side. The object captured some light and the light reflected off. Melinda cringed. "MOMMY!" She shrieked. The shadow tensed, then came at her.
Suddenly, Melinda's door was thrown open and the light was flicked on. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige stood in the doorway. With the light, the identity of the intruder was revealed.
He glanced at frightened little Melinda, then at the 'Almighty' Charmed Ones. He grinned at them, then threw the sharp dagger in his hands straight at them.
"Piper, do something!" Paige cried, eyes wide.
Piper's heart seemed to jump into her throat. She had two choices; she could freeze the dagger and stop it from hurting her and her sisters, therefore revealing magic to Melinda. Or she could push her sister's aside and take the dagger herself.
The dagger was inches away. Piper's heart pounded in her chest as she made her decision . . .
. . . And she froze it, inches from her face.
Melinda's eyes widened in shock and horror. What had happened? What was going on? She looked at the man who had thrown the dagger, finally getting a good look at him. She was more shocked at the person's identity than at the fact that her mother had done something to stop the dagger in mid air. Because the person who had thrown the dagger, who had been lurking in her room – most likely to kill her – was someone she didn't think capable of harming her or her parents. But, clearly, she was wrong.
Also, Fanfiction is screwing with my paragraphing. First, it made it all one paragraph. So instead of indenting the paragraphs, I put a space between each one, including the quotes. I know it looks weird, but it's better than having it bunched up. I'm sorry! Lol. Don't hold it against me! Just enjoy the fic! ^_^
"What? Piper, you can't do that!" Paige replied, horrified. "If you do that, then Wyatt's really won."
Piper shrugged, trying to hold off a fresh wave of tears. "What other choice do I have, Paige? I refuse to let him hurt Chris or Melinda."
"You have a lot of options. Don't give in this easily. We can beat Wyatt and protect Chris and Melinda," Phoebe countered.
Piper shrugged again. "He wants my powers. He can have them. I don't want them anymore." Tears filled her eyes. She tried, unsuccessfully, to blink them away.
Chris narrowed his eyes. "I can't believe you'd do that. You'd really give up you're powers to that di-"
"Dimwit?" Paige asked, quickly cutting Chris off.
"Not what I was going to say," Chris mumbled.
"I know, but what you were going to say was-"
This time, Phoebe cut in. "It's not important. Right now we need to deal with the matter at hand."
Piper narrowed her eyes. "What 'matter at hand,' Phoebe? My oldest son is evil. He's trying to kill Chris and Melinda, just to get to me. He wants my powers and he wants me dead. All the good we did the last 25 years was a waste. Prue died, and for what? For this? For what our future is now?"
The room was silent. Piper had made a point and no one could argue that it had a lot of truth in it. The future was not the one any of them had imagined.
Wyatt had always been very curious when he was little. He was always getting into trouble from the moment he could walk and talk. At first, Piper thought it was adorable. Leo would find time to come down once and awhile and see Wyatt, and he too thought his first son's mischievous antics were adorable. But as Wyatt grew older, it became less funny and more dangerous. When Chris was born, everything seemed all right at first. When Wyatt turned ten, however, everything seemed to change. He was drawing away from his parents and his Wiccan ways and seemed jealous of his younger brother.
By fifteen, he had isolated himself from the rest of the family. His sudden cold shoulder was partly due to the divorce of his parents. He seemed jealous of six year old Melinda, just like he had been jealous of Chris when he was young. But really, it went deeper than that. Soon, Wyatt began using his powers for things that completely defied the ways of Wiccan. He used spells for personal gain and for evil. Piper, panicked and desperate, had called for Leo. But neither one was able to figure out why Wyatt was behaving the way he was.
Then, at seventeen, Wyatt went too far. He attacked Chris one rainy afternoon when the two boys were home alone. When Piper returned from work and saw the damage, she was scared to death that Wyatt would harm Melinda as well. She kicked Wyatt out and told him to never return. After, she bound Melinda's powers and wiped her memory clean of all things Wiccan, including any demon attacks that had taken place. She forbade her daughter entrance into the attic, fearing she'd find the Book of Shadows.
Wyatt made several attempts to nab Melinda and Chris. But Piper and her sisters prevented this, tough as it was. They tried several times to vanquish Wyatt and were unsuccessful. He was powerful and, slowly but surely, becoming more powerful.
Today had been the closest any of Wyatt's men had come to capturing Melinda.
"Piper, I know you feel that way. And I know it's hard to see Wyatt like this, and see him doing all these bad things. But we can't change what's happened. We need to stay strong and fight," Phoebe said softly, breaking the silence.
Piper nodded a bit, though still not believing it. "Fine. Figure out a Plan A. But if it fails, Phoebe, I will go to Wyatt and hand over my powers in exchange for the safety of Chris & Melinda, and you & Paige." She turned and left the room before anyone could protest.
Melinda twisted and turned in her bed, gripping the sheets. She was covered in a cold, damp sweat. Her pajamas clung to her small form; her hair was matted to her head. Her breathing was heavy and came in short gulps. Every inch of her body seemed to be pulsing with pain. Her mind seemed in a fog. She tried to focus but it seemed impossible.
Abruptly, her eyes snapped open and she bolted into an upright position. Her room seemed dark and shadowed. No moonlight flooded through the window, now open with its shade pulled back so a soft breeze could caress her.
Melinda licked her dry lips, wondering what had caused her such a harassed sleep, wondering what had finally awoken her, and wondering what time it was now. She glanced at the clock on her night table and was startled to see that it was already past ten.
Something moved in the shadows of her room. Melinda drew the covers up to her chin, the little hairs on her neck prickling. She sensed something was wrong and realized that someone was in her room with her.
"Who's there?" Melinda whimpered. She saw the shadows move again. It pulled something out from a leather bag at its side. The object captured some light and the light reflected off. Melinda cringed. "MOMMY!" She shrieked. The shadow tensed, then came at her.
Suddenly, Melinda's door was thrown open and the light was flicked on. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige stood in the doorway. With the light, the identity of the intruder was revealed.
He glanced at frightened little Melinda, then at the 'Almighty' Charmed Ones. He grinned at them, then threw the sharp dagger in his hands straight at them.
"Piper, do something!" Paige cried, eyes wide.
Piper's heart seemed to jump into her throat. She had two choices; she could freeze the dagger and stop it from hurting her and her sisters, therefore revealing magic to Melinda. Or she could push her sister's aside and take the dagger herself.
The dagger was inches away. Piper's heart pounded in her chest as she made her decision . . .
. . . And she froze it, inches from her face.
Melinda's eyes widened in shock and horror. What had happened? What was going on? She looked at the man who had thrown the dagger, finally getting a good look at him. She was more shocked at the person's identity than at the fact that her mother had done something to stop the dagger in mid air. Because the person who had thrown the dagger, who had been lurking in her room – most likely to kill her – was someone she didn't think capable of harming her or her parents. But, clearly, she was wrong.