A/N: This is a play on the saying, "out of harm's way." WOW! I love the response to my Tyler twist!

RJF: Yay, I was waiting for your review:-D He will be a permanent character (at least for a while, I'm not sure about long long term yet). Uhm, I'm not sure how old he was in that episode in S4, but for my story, he's going to be roughly a year older than Persia. (I'm terrible with Math, so we'll just have to make do.)

GuevaraX5452: No, The Brewing Storm never took place. (Although I did really love that book, it just doesn't fit with the plot line.) Tyler is going to stuck around for a while, as for pairing him with Persia, we'll just have to see. ;) And no, no, no. You aren't bugging me in the least. When you're ready, by all means post the character in a review if you think that would be easier. :-)

The-Cheese-Fairy: There will be a Pam scene and I hope you enjoy it and I'm so glad that you like my Tyler idea. I loved him and I had been going over this idea for a while now, it just seemed so right. And I do thank you a lot for your detailed reviews, because I get the most encouragement from those. (And of course not. Great minds think alike, right? I'm sure however you add Tyler into your fic, will be great!)

ColePhoebe4eva: Aw, thank you! I'm thrilled that you like my twist!

damien455: Yep, the same blonde Tyler from season four, but now he's almost all grown up. And really? What a coincidence. lol

moonfirefairy: Thank you.

winter blaze: I'm glad you're enjoying this new idea.

Prince Halliwell: I know, wouldn't they just be adorable together? (Thanks for lettin' me know, I'll go read it in a few.)

Phyre: Yeah, he'll play a huge part in the fic from now on.

Piper xox Leo: lol Thanks, I'm tickled that you like him, he's huge from here on out.

chyp: Congrats, you're the first person to get who he was before he was revealed. ;)

Peanut2lb: Yep, Darryl's gonna have to keep our favorite Inspector from flying off the handle. ;) Aww, don't we just love Andy?

VisionGurl: She will, eventually. ;) And good luck on your fanfic, when it's up, let me know!

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 33: Out Of Charm's Way

Suddenly Persia's eyes fluttered and she began to sputter.

"Persia!" Phoebe cried, forgetting all about Tyler and running to her eldest's side. She pulled Persia up, patting her back. "Let it out, baby. Let it out. It's alright now!" She began to soothingly rub Persia's back.

Persia leaned into her mother's chest, coughing every few moments. She was having the beginning of a migraine and she could still barely see anything. "M-mom," she stuttered.

Tyler heaved himself from his seat. "You're her mother?" He gaped.

"Does that really matter right now?" Cole hissed, stepping in front of Tyler and taking Persia's hand in his. "Persia, we're here for you, you're going to be okay."

Phoebe turned her worried brown eyes to Tyler. "Go get a nurse."

Tyler nodded and fled the room.

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"Where Aunt Pheebs?" Prissy asked, playing with the pentacle necklace on Paige's neck.

"She's at the hospital," Paige replied as she headed up the stairs of The Villa to Pam's room.

"She have baby?" The tiny witch-whitelighter asked innocently.

"No sweetie, she's seeing cousin Persia."

"Pershy sick?" Prissy asked, tugging at the pentacle.

"Yes, someone made her sick," Paige replied as she pried Prissandra's hands from the necklace.

"A demond?" The little girl asked.

"Yes, a demon," Paige replied as she knocked on Pam's bedroom door. "Pam, it's Aunt Paige. Can I come in?" When there was no response, Paige jiggled the handle, only to find that the door was locked. Paige sighed and narrowed her eyes. The door handle dissolved into orbs and reformed in her hand, causing the door to swing open. She walked in to find Pam scowling at her. The Charmed One looked back at the door and allowed the handle to orb back into the door. "What's going on with you?" She asked, taking a seat next to Pam on the bed.

"Go away," Pam hissed.

"Pamela!" Paige snapped, grabbing her niece by the shoulder and spinning the girl towards her. "I want to know what your problem is."

"I said go away!" Pam screamed, her face turning bright red as tears began to tumble down her cheeks.

Prissy's lip began to tremble, before she burst into hysterics.

"Pearl!" Paige yelled.

Moments later the clomping of shoes down the hall and into the bedroom signaled Pearl's arrival.

"Can you take your cousin?"

Pearl nodded solemnly, scooping Prissy into her arms and talking softly to her as she walked out the door, shutting it behind herself.

The witchlighter pulled the half demoness into her arms and cradled her. "What's wrong, baby?"

"They are," Pam sniffled as she pointed to a picture on her nightstand.

Paige glanced up, seeing that it was a picture of her parents. "What happened?"

"Persia," Pam replied with detest.

"Oh baby," Paige whispered as she held her niece tighter.

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"She'll be fine, but we can't release her for a few more days," the nurse said as she injected a shot into Persia's arm.

Phoebe scooted onto the bed, pulling her daughter close to her. "Thank you."

The nurse left the room, just as Tyler walked in.

"Tyler?"

Tyler looked up to see Phoebe's awaiting gaze. "Yes, Ms. Halliwell?"

"I wanted to thank you," Phoebe said as she beckoned for him to come nearer. "For preventing what could've been one of my daughter's most traumatizing experiences."

"Anyone would've done the same thing," Tyler replied modestly.

"No." Phoebe shook her head. "No, not anyone. Trust me, I've seen my share of evils and let me tell you, it takes a really good person to do what you did. Thank you. You may of even saved her life."

Tyler smiled. "Of course."

"I want you to come over to dinner when she's better, just to say thanks."

"Ms. Halliwell-"

"Please?" Phoebe pleaded.

Tyler finally broke. "Okay." He paused. "Is it okay if I come see her tomorrow?"

Phoebe smiled. "Of course! In fact, I think it would hugely beneficial."

Before he could reply, a soft humming noise sounded from his pant pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flip phone, flipping it open and placing it to his ear. "Mom?" He held one finger up to Phoebe. "No, I'm fine. I'm stildown at the hospital. Remember the girl I brought in? Well, that turned out to be Phoebe Halliwell's daughter." He slid into an empty chair. "Yes, the same sister of the Social Worker who placed me with you guys." He began to absentmindedly play with the end of his tie. "Yeah, I'll be home soon. I love you too, bye." he closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "I really have to go. But I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you then," Phoebe waved as The Firestarter left the hospital room.

----2 Hours Later----

"Tyler Michaels?" Piper asked, flabbergasted. "I can't believe it!"

"It's like fate, isn't it?"

"More like magic," Piper said as she stared at her sleeping niece. "More like magic."

----The Next Morning----

Tyler Michaels walked through Persia's hospital door, instantly greeted with a bright smile from the girl he'd saved. "Hey."

"Hey," Persia greeted. "I heard you were the one who.."

"Yeah," Tyler held out a hand. "Tyler Michaels."

"Persia Halliwell," Persia said as her cheeks flushed. "Thank you."

"No problem," Tyler grinned. "I'm just glad that you're alright."

"Thanks to you."

"Actually, thanks to this," Tyler said as he pointed to the purse which was still on the nightstand. "If you hadn't of left it behind, I wouldn't of ran after you."

"Most people wouldn't of cared anyway," Persia countered. "Which makes you pretty special." The electric witch plucked her purse from the table. "Thanks."

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Phoebe leaned into Cole's arms, as she watched her daughter talk to Tyler from the other side of the window to her room, neither teenager aware that the duo were there.

"I think it's safe to say that she'll be fine, don't you?" Cole asked.

Phoebe nodded. "Yes, since the tests came back negative." She laced her hand with Cole's. "But what about the emotional side of things?"

"I talked with her this morning, Phoebe. She doesn't remember anything after Dane giving her the drink."

"And about him? Dane, I mean. I wanna-"

"Andy's taking care of him," Cole promised as he ran his hand down Phoebe's silky hair.

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"You aren't going anywhere, you little punk!" Andy hissed, his blue eyes blazing with fury as he stared down the teenage boy who had tried to drug and rape his niece.

"She's a monster! A freak!" Dane cried, his eyes wide as he sat in a crumbled ball in the corner of the jail cell. "Lightning shot from her hands!"

Darryl grabbed Andy's shirt collar. "Man, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down, Morris? You know what he did to my niece!"

"You'll only get yourself charged with verbal assault, Trudeau. The kid will be punished," Darryl said as he pulled Andy into his office. "His blood tests came back positive for drugs as well as alcohol." He lowered his voice. "They'll assume he was hallucinating."

"What about the limo door?"

"Faulty wiring in the limo, that combined with the amount of illegal narcotics and alcohol in his system caused him to think that Persia had been the one to emit the blast." Darryl sighed. "Just keep your cool, man. We'll get this kid."

Andy nodded. He peered out the glass on the door, eyeing the kid in the cell. Dane Burnham would pay and he would never lay another hand on another girl as long as Andrew Trudeau was around.

TO BE CONTINUED...