Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not mine. Charmed is owned by Spelling Production Group(uh...I think, but one of its producers is Aaron Spelling, so there) , Warner Brothers, and all associated parties. Magic and Mayhem is not mine. No copyright infringement intended. I am not making money out of this. Original part of the fiction is the property and is copyrighted to the author.
Category: shounen ai/yaoi implications, angst, action
Rating: R overall
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, various
Warnings: language, sap, violence, death
Finished: June 10, 2000
Author's Notes: This is a GW/Charmed fusion. I got majority of the storyline from Charmed, the characters from GW, a little Magic and Mayhem, and the Island of Fire bit from history. Wufei ain't Prue, Heero ain't Piper, and Trowa ain't Phoebe, although they're kinda alike in some ways, huh?

Title: The Bewitched Chronicles, Entry #2: Trouble is Brewing
Author: AJ Maxwell ( webmaster@weluvduo.zzn.com )

"WHAT?!" Milliard Peacecraft exploded, unleashing a bolt of lightning towards one of his best henchmen, Taurus.

The four henchmen, Aries, Leo, Cancer, and Taurus who was writhing in pain from the blow he received from his all-powerful master, had their heads bowed low in fear and shame, their lips brushing the carpeted floor.

Taurus, breathing deeply, replied, "We are really sorry, Master. We were able to trace an energy similar to that of the Peacecrafts, but before we could come to its source, the energy vanished. We--"

"I have no use for explanations," the platinum-haired warlock hissed, his gem-like aqua eyes burning a dark, fiery red.

Treize came to his lover somberly, his sandaled feet making muffled thumps on the floor of the office. The stench of burning wood and the crackling sounds of crashing lightning alarmed him. He pleaded, "Zechs, please calm down! You're going to burn down the whole villa! You're causing a lightning storm--you're burning the whole island!"

The fires in the warlock's eyes slowly, but surely, fizzled out, meeting concerned azure eyes of Treize. "It has been sixteen years, Treize, and still my son remains lost--my only heir. Can't you understand that?" he implored his mortal love. "Only he can prolong the clan, and only he has the power to destroy the Halliwells--"

At the mention of the family he had left behind, a pain shot through the blond mortal's heart, numbed by his blind love. So blind. Une...

Zechs noticed his love's expression, then he whispered softly, "You've always known that they are my enemies, Treize, and they took my son away. The Halliwells and the Peacecrafts exist in this world to fight each other in an eternal war, you know that very well."

Treize nodded, his blue eyes reflecting all his love and, yes, the pain and regret of leaving his sons. "I've always known, Zechs, and I knew that fact very well the day I swore never to say her name and betrayed all that I had." He moved his face closer to peer into his warlock's eyes, then placed a tender kiss on the bridge of Zechs' nose. "I understand your longing for your son, my Lightning Baron. I understand more than you can imagine."

Zechs pressed a brief kiss on his lips, then faced his henchmen, who still had their heads bowed down on the floor. He narrowed his eyes, then intoned in all his evil majesty, "The Clan Master that follows me is the great Stealer of Souls, and I am sure that my son will defeat those witches once and for all. I will give the four of you another chance--look for the Stealer of Souls."

The Four straightened, then bowed again to pay homage to their Master. "We are deeply grateful, Master. We will not fail this time."

The Peacecraft just nodded his head imperceptibly. Closing his eyes and spreading his arms wide to his sides, he breathed in deeply, then chanted an old spell.

"Frozen fingers of rain and hail,
Come upon thy Master's bidding,
For I am the Sun, I am the Air,
As I am the Rain, let my power prevail."

The lightning storm had ceased, followed shortly by a downpour of rain and hailstones.

Wufei Halliwell was gritting his teeth, his mind ranting on about how much damage the roof had taken, and how much injustice to have the newly mowed lawn, courtesy of himself, burn to the ground in a span of 14 minutes, maximum. Heero, who tried freezing the lightning bolts from hitting the chimney, was sitting in one corner, a frustrated scowl on his face. Hn. Mission failed, as the rubbles of the chimney came crashing down inside their house five minutes ago.

Oh well. At least I don't have anything to mow now.

Trowa, on the other hand, was sitting on one of the couches, hands massaging his temple. He was wincing slightly.

"Trowa? What's wrong?" Wufei asked.

"I just can't help it, I--" the green-eyed boy swallowed. "The people outside...they're panicking so much, their thoughts just seep into my mind."

"We'll have to learn how to control our powers. You, Trowa, have to learn how to shut unwanted thoughts out of your mind," eldest brother stated logically. "And we must accomplish this as soon as possible, or we just might end up in a waste shuttle flying towards the sun."

"Heero, stop cursing and repeating 'fuck, damn the whole blasted planet' over and over again," Trowa complained. His head hurt, and his older brother just had to pollute his brain with such language.

"Shut up."

Trowa sighed. Wufei stood up with white spotless garments, ponytail, and his "Justice Must Be Served" look on his face. "I'm going to check the damages, and try to repair some things before this weather gets any worse than it already is. Heero, help me out. Trowa, shut the thoughts out."

Dorothy Catalonia raised an eyebrow as one part of her ceiling fell and crashed several feet from where she was curled up, sipping some hot chocolate.

"That Milliard. He still can't control his storm rages, hm?" she said to herself dryly. Taking a dainty sip from her cup, she closed her eyes, trying to determine what was hitting her roof. "Hailstones, and rain. Same routine, that evil one. Burn the whole island first, and then make up for it by drowning it in ice and water."

Bored, she shifted her blue eyes to the window to her right, where a 70 years old acacia tree was burning heartily down to its roots, which was hit by a streak of lightning minutes earlier.

"My son, please, control yourself!" the father pleaded, sweat trickling down his eyebrows.

The teenager gasped, trying to breathe in deeply, trying to control the rage within him--the overwhelming force that had always been there inside him, but one that he had never really known, until now. The dark force was eating him alive, inch by inch...

"I'm trying, father," he choked out, grasping the strands of his hair in his tightly clenched fists. "But it's so strong...stronger than the last one."

"You'll make it, son, we'll all make it. Just pray, and will it to go away--"

Suddenly, the boy's eyes gleamed red as he stared at the man in front of him. He grinned maliciously. "Pray?"

The man noticed the sudden change. Was this the thing that he had been fearing? Has it finally won over the soul of the boy he had taken within his house? He hesitated, but answered, "Yes, my son."

"And it will save my soul?" the boy asked, taking on a confused expression.

The man nodded his head, wishing with all his being that it would pass.

Maniacal laughter poured out of the boy's mouth, startling the man. "Then I guess you should take your own advice...right about now," he hissed, his eyes gleaming like eerie rubies, "perhaps your prayers can save your soul."

A scream shattered the solitude of the house, followed by fire, and numerous deaths.

The three Halliwell brothers gave up. It was just frigging freezing outside, and they were all blue in the face. The three stomped inside their manor, when hearty warmth greeted them.

Some thoughtful soul prepared a steaming pot of chicken soup, hot water bottles, blankets and basins of hot water anointed with eucalyptus to soak their numb feet in.

Yes, it was heaven on earth that was imitating hell for hours now.

"It's good that you've finally decided to come in. Nasty weather out there," somebody chided gently from the fireplace.

Wufei's night eyes widened in shock. Someone who was not supposed to be in their home was in fact, inside their house and making himself comfortable.

Heero, on the other hand, just reacted at the thought of danger.

The intruder froze, sweet mouth slightly apart.

"Okay," Wufei stated, taking the lead, "we get rid of him."

"Ninmu ryoukai." Cobalt blue eyes glinted with determination. Heero stepped nearer, but Trowa held him back with a firm tug on his arm.

"No. He doesn't mean any harm," he reasoned. "I've read his mind..." and seen his heart. He is a good person.

"Kisama! Trowa, he's an intruder! I'll get rid of him myself--"

To their sudden dismay, the stranger 'defrost'. Heavenly blue eyes blinked, then he smiled. "You froze me," he spoke, not without amusement. "I expected that."

Heero was going to freeze him again, when the stranger disappeared, then reappeared beside Trowa.

"Trowa Halliwell?"

He nodded, lost in the blue depths.

"Quatre. Quatre Winner," the intruder introduced himself, offering his hand in friendship.

The green-eyed boy accepted the gesture, then Quatre continued. "Can you please reassure your brothers that I mean no harm?"

"He means no harm, Wufei, Heero."

I have come here for my mission.

"Quatre says he came here for his mission."

"And what mission might that be?" the eldest, less suspicious, inquired.

To help the Charmed Ones.

"He's come to help us," Trowa stated. "I believe he's the one mother talked about last night."

"Hai. That is correct," the blond angel agreed. "I'm your White Lighter."

tbc