Unique deflection – Thanks! And you'll see about the neighbour! And I don't plan on doing an Elemental story, if I was it would probably be after I finish this series.
Princess Pinky – Ugh! I know! I had a neighbour who would come into my house without even knocking, talk about rude! And I think that Pamela is really mature for her age, I hope I write her like that! I thought I would use that spell since it stands for basically everything that the Power of Three is! And Paige is a lot more like Prue than she realises, don't you think?
Prince Halliwell – Yeah, I want Brennan to feel part of the family! And the twins won't show that many powers, I don't want to give away who their father is! And I felt that Phoebe was out of commission for most of the last fic, so they'll be born a bit earlier, when you're writing with magic, anything's possible…
Phoebe turner – You'll see about Paige, but she won't end up alone!
Meet The WalkersPamela walked into the dark attic and zipped up her black jacket just enough the two sides of the collar to spread out across her chest, showing the navy blue top that she wore underneath. Taking a piece of paper out of her black cargo pants, she looked around with a steely gaze, making sure no one was around, she knew that no one in the house would be up at five a.m. but it was better to be safe and sorry. Wordlessly pulling a piece of chalk from the other pocket, she threw it into the air and made a series of gestures with her fingers to make the chalk draw a triquetra onto the wall. Looking around once again, she unfolded the paper in her hand and started to say the spell.
"With all the power I hold in me,
Take me to those I wish to see,"
A familiar cold wind encircled her, and the wall where the Charmed symbol was drawn rippled silently. This was mainly why Pamela used this spell, it was quiet. She put the paper into her back pocket and walked into the invisible portal.
She reappeared in a cave, tribal drawings covered the walls and the only source of light was a fire that had a smoking pot suspended above it. Pamela looked around and rolled her eyes, "I know you're here. Show yourself." She growled.
There was another ripple on the opposite side of the fire, a man dark skinned man with many piercings on his face, it was the shaman!
"You're becoming a frequent visitor," He said.
"And you're becoming a frequent annoyance, give me the information I want," she spat and pulled out a vial out of her jacket pocket, "Or you're finished,"
The shaman stirred the pot calmly, "Do you really expect me to fall for water with food colouring? That is no vanquishing potion,"
Pamela scowled and smashed the vial onto the ground, "I can still hurt you severely, without a spell or a potion,"
"Good. Now if you're done with your hollow threat, I have a job I need done,"
She sighed, "This doesn't feel right anymore, and it'll only be a matter of time before my aunts catch on,"
"If it wasn't for me, you never would have had the premonition that led you to your family," The shaman answered lowly.
"What? You think giving me one premonition after three years of mercenary work is going to land you in my "Eternally Grateful" book? I don't think so. After this job, I'm done, I'll find Dean without you if you don't tell me, why I put up with your demands for so long I'll never know," The teen sneered at the old man.
"You wouldn't even know he was alive if I hadn't taken you under my wing, not to mention I taught you how to control your powers and found you a good family, is that assumption correct?"
"Of course it's true, I wouldn't have kept their last name and be trying to find him if they hadn't been good to me," Pamela sighed and put her hands on her hips, "So what am I doing? Vanquishing the competition, scaring some ungrateful mortal, or just a good old fashioned shake down?"
"Shake down. I did a favour for some Scavenger Demons and they have been less than thankful,"
"Scavenger Demons…" Pamela's eyes flashed with anger.
"I understand you have a personal history with them, I'm sure you mind taking them out,"
She rolled her eyes, "Fine, but I want the information or I'm done,"
"If all goes well, this job may well lead you to what you seek," he threw a sphere of light into her chest, "There's all the information you need,"
Pamela nodded and walked out the same way she came after saying, "Will this really guide me to him," her voice was cracked and in a whisper.
"Yes, you will find him," she nodded and walked through the portal and didn't hear him finish his sentence, "As long as your aunt doesn't intervene,"
"Ugh… Remind me why we're up at five in the morning," Emma leaned her head against the brick wall.
"Because I'm sick of Pamela sneaking out in the early morning, and besides, you're usually up this early since you're training for the marathon," Piper responded coldly.
"Piper, she's seventeen and got a hell of a lot of power in her, I'd be expecting to be protected by her if were attacked!" she laughed.
"Be quiet! There she is! God, what is she wearing?" Piper grimaced from her hiding place and commented on her niece's black clothes. Pamela looked around, as if she knew why she was here, she could hear something coming from the back of the warehouse and began to cautiously follow the noise, not knowing that her aunt was on her tail. Pamela stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what was around the corner; a demon with dark blue skin and tribal marking was strangling a man. There was a gun on the floor and judging by the way the man was dressed, he looked like a mugger. Just like Pamela, the demon was dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants.
"Dean!" Pamela shouted, the demon turned round and dropped his victim, who picked up his gun and ran off, "Dean, please! Stop running from me!"
The demon growled at her, but then its eyes flashed is clear blue instead of the intimidating yellow they had been before. Suddenly, the demon began to morph into a young man, his blue skin becoming a pale peach colour, his clothes changed to those that a teenager would wear, baggy jeans and a plain white t shirt.
"Pam…? Is that… you?" the teen squinted his eyes.
Pamela's eyes began to well up, "Finally…" she began to walk towards him, but before she could finish the first step, Scavenger Demons shimmered in from all angles.
"No… No!" she screamed, blowing up two of them while blasting a ferocious amount of ice from her mouth, encasing most of the other demons in thick blocks of ice leaving only Dean to marvel at Pamela's powers.
"Wow… You're so strong!" The younger teen grinned.
Pamela smiled and walked towards him even more, but one more Scavenger Demon shimmered in and sliced Dean's shoulder with an athame. The young Halliwell growled in anger and blasted the demon into the oblivion with a simple hand gesture. Suddenly, Dean's skin flashed a navy blue colour and Pamela's eyes widened.
"No! Dean you can fight it!" she pleaded.
Piper suddenly came out of the shadows with Emma next to her, "Pam! Get out of the way!" she yelled and went to raise her hands.
"NO!" She screamed, throwing out her arm and sending a powerful telekinetic wave through the warehouse. Crates flew from their places, dumpsters were thrown in the air, and Piper and Emma were sent hard into a brick wall. Pamela turned back round to where Dean had been, but he had gone.
"Dammit…" she pulled an eyedropper out of her jacket and knelt down next to the few drops of blood and using the eyedropper to suck up the blood.
Pamela walked over to Piper and Emma, who were just getting up and groaning from the headaches they now had, the young Halliwell looked at her aunt with only rage in her eyes.
"You have no idea what you've done," she snarled, before storming out of the warehouse and leaving Piper and Emma to recover.
Paige sat under a tree in Golden Gate Park, small rays of sunlight breaking through the gaps of branches that provided shade from the morning sun. She picked at her pants with her fingernails while looking wistfully at a photograph in her hand. She smiled as she remembered when it had been taken. Aidan stood behind her with his arms around her waist, while Paige lent back on his chest and had her hands on his, it had been at Pamela's birthday when this had taken, there had only been a few people there, as Pamela hadn't wanted a big celebration, just a couple of friends and family.
"You look like you're carrying the whole world on your shoulders,"
The witchlighter looked up to see who had spoken; she smiled when she saw Phoebe with Connor in a pushchair.
"Hey," Paige replied meekly.
"Hey, is there room under that tree for three?" Phoebe asked with a smile as she lifted her son out of the pushchair.
"Sure," she patted the ground next to her, "Take a seat, hi baby!" she said in a baby voice as she took her nephew on her sister, Connor giggled at the voice.
Phoebe picked up the picture that her little sister had discarded when she picked up Connor. She smiled when she sensed the sentimental feelings that resonated from the photo, hen quickly noted this slight power advancement of sensing past emotions before striking up a conversation.
"So, what is bothering you besides "He who shall not be named"?" Phoebe asked, Paige gave her a look, "Hey! This is me being a sister, not a psionic," she made a gesture with her hand, "Witch's honour,"
Paige bit her lip and looked at the smiling infant in her arms, "The fact that I'll have one of these in around eight months time,"
Phoebe's eyes widened, "What…?"
The youngest Charmed One's eyes began to fill up, "Phoebe, what am I going to do?"
She didn't know how to respond, "Um… I take it… you know who the father is?" Paige didn't answer, "Oh my God… Paige, please tell me you didn't,"
She shook her head, "Please don't look at me like that! I was evil at the time and I…" She sighed, "It's either Aidan's or a dead darklighter's,"
Phoebe sighed and cradled her little sister's head, "Shh… It's okay, we'll figure all this out, okay? You're not alone,"
Both of their phones began to ring at the same time, Phoebe reached to the tray at the bottom of the pushchair and pulled out her cell while Paige manoeuvred her nephew so she could reach into her pocket.
"Hello? Hey Piper, what? Slow down honey, I'll be there as fast as I can, I'll call Brennan," Phoebe said into her cell before shutting it closed.
"Hey Emma. No, I'm fine! Pamela did what…? I'll be right there," he shut her cell, "You get a distress call too?"
"Yeah," she began to dial, "You better orb us to the Manor,"
Paige sighed as she put Connor in the pushchair, "Alright, and please don't tell anyone about what we were talking about, I'm even sure I'm ready for it yet,"
Phoebe looked up; "Okay…" her little sister smiled and took hold of her shoulder and the pushchair, orbing them all out while Phoebe dialled Brennan's number.
"Pamela Walker! Get your ASS down here!" Piper yelled from the bottom of the stairs while nursing the bump on her head with her hand. Leo walked into the foyer from the kitchen and gave his wife a strange look.
"What happened?" he put his hand over the bump and healed it as Emma came through the door with a limp in her step,
"Oh nothing, Pamela just attacked us, that's all!" she replied sarcastically. Paige and Phoebe orbed in with Connor.
"Okay, what's going on? You were babbling on the phone," Phoebe walked over to her sister.
"Your niece sent us flying into a brick wall with her powers!" Piper exclaimed.
"Well…" Pamela stomped down the stairs, "If you hadn't meddled then you wouldn't have gotten hurt!" she spat.
"Pam! You protected a demon from us! Now we have to find him and vanquish-,"
"No! You'll stay away from him! This all would have been over if you hadn't went trigger happy this morning!" she stormed into the sunroom.
"Why should we stay away? Pam, if you hadn't showed up he would have killed the guy he had in his grasp!" Emma tried to reason with her.
"He's only violent when he feels threatened or provoked," she replied calmly as she looked out of the window.
"He's still a demon!" Piper shouted.
Pamela spun round, "He's not a demon!… He's my little brother," she breezed past them and walked back up the stairs. The Charmed Ones followed her along with Emma as she walked towards the attic.
"Pam, what are you talking about?" Emma folded her arms and lent on the table.
Pamela put her hands on the cover of the Book of Shadows, "His name is Dean Walker, well, that's not his real name, but when me and him were adopted by the Walkers, we took their name as well," She looked up, "Dean was the only kid I knew that had powers, he was about four years younger than me so I felt like a sort of big sister figure to him. Anyway, he used to be bullied in the orphanage for being different, I was too until I sent one of the kids flying with my powers, they didn't come after me after that," she smiled, "We were inseparable, if any of the kids gave him trouble, I would protect him. We refused to be separated people came looking to adopt a kid. And when the Walkers adopted us, we lived happily for five years, until…"
"Until?" Paige urged her; Piper slapped her on the arm.
"Until one night, someone came into the house and freed Dean's demonic half. He went berserk and… and killed my foster parents, after calling the police I went out to look for him and my search lasted a year. I was about to give up when a shaman came to me," Phoebe raised her head the mention of a shaman, "He said he would help me find my brother if I did some work for him. He found me a place to stay, it was a home specialised for older runaways and every week I would meet him to work for him, stuff like vanquishing demons and thing like that. When I turned sixteen I moved out of the home and managed to get a small place to live… and the rest you guys already know,"
Piper pursed her lips, "Pam… I am so-,"
"It's alright, you didn't know…" She pulled out the blood filled eyedropper; "I just hope he's turned back, because we won't be able to use to scry for him if he's in his demonic form,"
"Hey," Brennan walked into the attic, "Leo's taken Connor to Magic School, is everything okay?" he asked his wife.
"Uh…" she looked at her niece, "I'll catch you up," she led out onto the attic stair landing.
"Okay people, let's go. We have a child to save," Piper clapped her hands and put her arm around her niece's shoulders, "Why did you never come to us?"
"Because it's my fight, and after I destroy his demonic self, I'm going to find the monster that freed it in the first place,"
Brennan had listened intently to Phoebe as she explained what had happened to Pamela. Memories of what had happened to Lexa's brother flooded back to him, and even though Lexa had told him that he wasn't to blame, he still felt responsible for what had happened to Leo.
"Okay, you guys work on the research stuff and I'll go with Pamela to find her brother," he went to walk into the attic, but Phoebe stopped him.
"I don't think so, you're going to stay here. My powers will be more useful if Dean loses it, instead of you blasting tesla coils all over the place,"
"No, I wanna help,"
"Honey, I know you do, but this isn't about your guilt over Leo, this is about a boy who needs our help, please just do what you can to help here…" she leaned her forehead on his chest.
He sighed, "Alright, but be careful, okay?"
She smiled at him, "I always am,"
They walked back into the attic just as the crystal dropped onto the map, Pamela's hand was shaking, "I… found him," she breathed.
"Okay, take that map and crystal with you, I'll drive. Piper, where are your keys?" Phoebe looked at her big sister.
"Uh… They're on the table in the foyer,"
Phoebe nodded and walked quickly out of the attic with her niece following briskly behind her
The crystal dropped on the map again, Pamela looked at her aunt who had just brought the car to a halt, "Okay, he's still here," she put the scrying tools in the glove compartment and out of the car, slamming the door.
"I can sense him," Phoebe frowned, " He's around, but he's not alone…"
"Scavenger Demons…" Pamela clenched her fist and growled through her teeth, "Dammit! Where is he?"
"Follow me," she began to down the dusty road before stopping, "Oh my God… This is the wild west town,"
"What?"
"Oh, it was before your time. I was connected to some psychic red Indian, it's a long story,"
They resumed walking again, Pamela following Phoebe and urging her to go faster now and again. After searching for Dean for around fifteen minutes, the middle Charmed One dared to ask her niece for more information about her past.
"So… Can I ask why Scavenger Demons are after your… stepbrother?"
Pamela snorted, "He's a demon with a soul, which are rare enough on its own, but when you add the fact that he's a teenager to the mix…" she sighed, "Things get a lot more complicated. Arrogant demons think they can mould them into their heir; others just want to use him to infiltrate the human world… I'll be damned if I let anyone use him that,"
Phoebe sighed, "Pamela, you're seventeen! You should be treating adults like crap and talking about boys with your friends, you shouldn't have the burden of preserving a life on your shoulders,"
Pamela turned to her, "None of you know anything about what I've been through in my life, just because I've shared a fragment with you doesn't mean you know me. I've done things that no one should do in their life, let alone their childhood!"
She stormed off in the direction that Phoebe has been walking, leaving her aunt to wonder just how dark a past she had.
"Piper…" Emma called to the Halliwell without looking up from the Book of Shadows. Piper looked up from the potion pot on the table and walked over to her friend; she had been making the potion that would vanquish Dean's demonic half.
"What is it?"
"Um… Okay, I did some research on shamans since Pamela mentioned them, and… look at their powers, I think we've found out who released Dean's demon within,"
Piper looked down the page and frowned, "To release a hidden nature…? Oh God…" she buried her head in her hands.
"We have another problem, do we tell Pam, or do we not?"
The molecular shook her head immediately, "No, this search has consumed most of her life, revenge would destroy her at this point,"
Paige orbed in with Brennan, both of them were carrying books but the witchlighter suddenly doubled over and dropped the books,
"Excuse me…" she put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the room.
"What's wrong with her?" Brennan asked with a frown.
"I wish I knew," has Piper's response.
Pamela and Phoebe walked into the saloon, this was where the trail ended, Dean was here somewhere. Pamela leaned over the bar to see if he was hiding there, she knew that he would be nursing the wound that the Scavenger Demon had given that morning.
"Are you sure he's here?" Pamela asked for a third time.
"Yes, but he's not alone, and neither are we," she looked around the building robotically.
"Good, because I'm finishing this once and for all…" she ran up the stairs, taking two at a time and burst through the first door. Dean was slumped in a corner with a dry piece of paper pressed against his shoulder, he was either unconscious or asleep, but Pamela rushed over to him nonetheless, "Hey, buddy, wake up…" she shook him gently, Dean's eyes opened with great effort, but then they widened,
"Pam look out!" he shouted, Pamela turned around just in time to see a Scavenger Demon shoot a string of slime at her and have coil around her neck. Phoebe rushed in and fired a psionic blast at the attacker, distracting it and giving Pamela the chance to send it flying through the flimsy wooden wall with her telekinesis. The demon got up immediately; Phoebe fired another blast of mental energy and demon suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"You wanna do the honours?" she asked her niece.
"You're damn right I do," she breathed out a cloud of freezing ice, making the demon an ice sculpture, she then spun and kicked the frozen being, who turned into a pile of bloody ice.
"Pam…" Dean had got up from the corner and was now crying, Pamela's eyes welled up and she ran at the boy, enveloping him in a hug.
"Thank God you're okay! I've finally found you! Your safe now, it's alright now,"
Phoebe stood at the doorway smiling; she had just witnessed the joy of two siblings being reunited.
Pamela stood in the kitchen with Dean while holding a glass of green liquid; she stared at the potion and took a deep breath as she turned to her stepbrother.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Pamela asked him, "If I strip your powers, you can't get them back,"
"So? That means I can finally have a normal life without having other demons chasing me! Pam, I've been on the run as long as you've been chasing me, do you really want to go through that again?"
She smirked, "What is it about us Walkers that gives us wisdom beyond our age?"
He smiled at her, "That's easy, life throws us in at the deep end and our minds are forced to mature faster than our bodies,"
Pamela rolled her eyes, "You always have to have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Always," the thirteen year old boy said with a glint in his eyes, "Now give me the damn potion, woman!" Pamela complied and gave him the glass, he drank it thirstily and finished all of it, "Did it work?"
"I dunno, try to create an energy ball,"
Dean held out his hand and wiggled his fingers slightly, he grinned when nothing happened.
"Looks like I'm cured!"
"Yeah, too bad there's no cure for that thing!" she tapped his head and sighed before hugging him again.
"If you ever get into trouble, or you just need to talk to me, you know where to find me," she whispered.
"I know…" he murmured back.
Paige came into the kitchen carrying a suitcase, she had pulled her contacts at Social Services and managed to find Dean I good home that was in the city so Pamela could visit him and vice versa.
"You ready to go?" she asked.
He nodded as he pulled back from Pamela, who ruffled his hair, "Don't start fights like you did when we were little, okay?"
He laughed as he walked out of the kitchen behind Paige, "Don't worry, I won't, I don't have any powers to defend myself with!"
She heard the front door close and she wiped the lone tear that fell down her cheek. Phoebe came into the room and put her hands in her back pockets.
"You okay?"
Pamela looked up, "Ask me later…" she smiled weakly, "Look, Aunt Phoebe, about what I said when we were looking for Dean-,"
Phoebe put her hand up, "It's okay, you don't need to apologise, just try to share with us a bit more, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed before hugging her aunt.
The shaman sat at his fire, yet again stirring at his cauldron. He suddenly smiled and took and wooden stick he was using out of the bowl and looked into the shadows, where the entrance to his cave lay.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
Phoebe emerged from the darkness; her hair covering her right eye ominously as she stared at the old man whose face was illuminated by the fire.
"Don't you know?"
"Your mental defences are strong, even for a witch of your calibur they are usual,"
"That's exactly why I'm here, my powers are advancing every day, I don't how much longer I'll be able to hold on if they keep going at this rate,"
"And you've come to me for assistance? Don't you bare some resentment for my attempt to kill you?"
"That's a thing of the past. Are you going to help control my abilities or not?"
He stared at the cauldron for a few seconds, "Performing a job like this will require a cost, you do realise?"
Phoebe cocked her head slightly, "Or course,"
Uh oh! What's Phoebe getting herself into? And what will Paige do about her uncertainty?
NEXT TIME: Tensions run high in the Mulwray household as Brennan and Phoebe both summon their grandparents behind each others backs for Connor's Wiccaning. Phoebe fights with her baby sister about a life changing decision of Paige's and Pamela decides to tell someone about her knowledge of her aunt's pregnancy.
Chapter 4 "Wiccanings & Bickerings" will be up soon!