A/N: Pay attention closely guys, a lot of important things happen in these last few chapters. This is a play on, "Adventures From The Book Of Virtues," which was a T.V. show.

RJF: Aw, that really makes me feel good. I always worry that I might take one of your characters out of character when I borrow them or something. And you were the only person so far who actually said they caught on to the fact that she used a haiku! I put that in there on purpose, to add a little more of S4 into the mix. Yeah, I know, poor Tyler. But hey, Cole's the only person who's ever really been a father to her, so it makes sense that he'd have to check out any and all guys that she might hangwith(especially after Dane) and of course Tyler being a year older isn't exactly helping. lol And of course not! In fact, I would LOVE if you used the locket's "new feature," in your finale! I'm always excited to see the ideas you come up with when you involve Persia and/or the locket! You write them so perfectly. As for Tyler and his powers, everyone keeps asking, but you all will just have to wait and see. (But I think it would be brilliant for the show to bring him back and have him accept his powers.) As for the Kase thing, ha, I didn't even know that. I guess you really do learn something new every day? As for the Pearl/Phiona/Joanna/Chase saga, that will definitely be toyed with a lot in the sequel, as I have plans for Chase. ;)

The-Cheese-Fairy: I know! But I always look forward to your reviews and I know that it's probably FFN's fault, but I just miss them when FFN screws up:( I'm so glad this one came through though! (lmao At the Alyssa's big teeth comment, btw.) I'm glad I was able to make you laugh at the Daisy Duke idea. The movie wasn't great, but when I wrote that line, the scene popped into my head and I just felt the urge to make a sisterly moment right in the middle of demonic ass kicking. I'm tickled that you loved the Glenn and Andy too! I can't say it enough - I wish they could've been able to interact on the show! They would've gotten along perfectly, I mean come on, they have so much in common! As far as Chase goes, I'm thinking he'll become major later on and I just can't wait to expand on the storyline I have for him. (And now you have me laughing again at the Care Bear thing. Oh, now I'll probably have that stuck in my head!)

Ed: Aw, thank you. I might also team them up in Charmed, Season 1 (which hasn't been updated yet due to Piper xox Leo being very busy and it's hard for us to get in touch). And there will be a lot more Chase, especially in the next few chapters.

LeoPiperAndyPrue: This is the first time I've really been on in a few days, so thanks for letting me know, although I might have to wait until tomorrow or Tuesday to review.

peanut2lb: lol Peanut, I have a lot of big surprises in the next few chapters, so who know's what's gonna happen? (I'm thinking you might end up a happy camper.) BTW, I loved your latest chapters, I've just been too busy to be online and review. I'll try to do that by Tuesday. ;)

Prince Halliwell: Joanna's a little...witch, isn't she? You'll just have to see about Ty. ;)

chyp: I know! Goddess, simply seeing the commercials made me cringe!

Phyre: Hmm, they prolly would, wouldn't they? Yeah, the ripple effect from the Phiona and Chase friendship will have a lot to do with the sequel.

damien455: Thanks!

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 36: Adventures From The Book Of Shadows

"Here is it," Persia Halliwell pointed to the page in the Book of Shadows. "'Cryptex,'" she read from the page as she ran her index finger down the page. "They're bounty hunters."

"Ugly ones at that," Phoebe noted as she stared at the demon that Persia and Prue had fought in the cemetery, who was now trapped in a glowing circle of crystals in the Halliwells' attic.

"Wait, there are more of these things?" Prue questioned.

"Apparently."

"How do we vanquish them?"

"A potion. But we're out of dragon's scale," Persia answered.

"Chinatown?" Phoebe asked.

"Actually, Persia and I could go," Tyler offered.

"Tyler, that's sweet. But this is witchy business. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you saved my daughter, but you really need to go home." Phoebe smiled matter-of-factly. "I mean, this whole demon gig is the reason you asked us to bind your powers in the first place, isn't it?"

Tyler's head drooped to his chest. "Yes."

"Thanks again, Ty. I'll see you later," Persia said. "Uncle Leo and dad are downstairs. I believe dad still has your stuff in his car."

"Thanks," The Firestarter replied as she scooted out of the attic.

"I feel kinda bad for the kid," Prue added when the boy was out of earshot.

"Why?" Phoebe asked, curiously.

"He really does want to help."

"You should've seen him when Paige found him, Prue. He was so scared. I never want to see him like that again. He's a good kid."

"I'm sure he is, but he just seems so-so.."

"So what?"

Prue shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing." She glanced down at her watch. "So who was going to Chinatown?"

"Me," the clairvoyant raised her arm. "I'll be back soon." With that, she fled the attic.

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"Where is Phiona?" Mrs. Green asked, realizing that Phiona had been gone over twenty minutes and she was still waiting on the witch's signature brownies.

"Probably shluffing off, Mrs. G." Joanna's prim and proper voice chirped, as she held up a tray of twelve freshly baked chocolate cupcakes.

"Very nice," Mrs. Green noted as she bypassed Joanna. "Phiona?" She called, walking out of the school's kitchen and not seeing the young Wyatt in the cafeteria either. "Hmmm..." She walked over to the open double doors of the school and walked passed a group of kids making a banner for the Bake Sale, still not seeing Phiona. Then she rounded the school, before finally making it to the playground, the only place she hadn't checked. "Phiona?" She called, seeing a young boy with one of the Warren witches. Her face hardened as she hurried over to the duo. "What do you think you're doing, Miss Wyatt? You are supposed to be helping out in the kitchen! Not playing on the swings!"

"I-"

"It's my fault!" Chase jumped to his feet, holding out an awaiting hand. "She saw me looking a little down and asked me what was wrongand I pulled her into this long, drawn out conversation about my troubles." He drooped his head. "I'm so sorry, please don't get her in trouble. She was just being kind. She even said she had to get back, but I just kept talking..."

Mrs. Green turned a set of skeptical eyes to Phiona. "Is this true?"

Phiona nodded dramatically. "I'm really, really sorry Mrs. Green." She stood up, brushing herself off. "It won't happen again!"

"You're right, it won't," Mrs. Green echoed as she turned to Chase. "And you, you're-"

"Joanna's cousin," Chase filled in. "My aunt did say I was coming today, right?"

"Right." Mrs. Green pursed her lips. "I really have to get back to the Bake Sale.."

"Why don't you come help me, Chase?" Phiona suggested, looking pleadingly at Mrs. Green.

"I suppose," the teacher relented.

"Thanks!" The witchlighter squealed, grabbing Chase's his hand and pulling him away before he could protest.

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"Mom, I'm home!" Tyler yelled, dropping his red backpack on the floor next to the front door as he came in and then jetted up the stairs.

"Dinner will be ready in a few hours," Tyler's adoptive mother called up the stairs as she came out from the kitchen. Unfortunately she was too late, The Firestarter had already barred himself into his room. She frowned. Ever since he'd been hanging out with Phoebe Halliwell's daughter, her adoptive son had become more reclusive and it seemed as though something was missing from his life, although she couldn't place a finger on it. Hearing the tea kettle go off, the woman wandered back into the kitchen, dismissing the thought.

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Up in his room, Tyler Michaels pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a worn piece of paper with the address of the Halliwell Manor on it, although he knew it by heart. He unfolded the paper and traced his fingers along the worn and frayed edges. He'd been there less than thirty minutes ago, but he longed to go back. To be with his new friend and to make sure that she and her family were okay. His eyes traveled down the paper and spotted the phone number that Paige had given him so long ago. Slumping back into the headboard of his bed, the young Firestarter's thoughts were conflicted and his life had just become that much more complicated.

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"Hey Chase, can you pass an egg?" Phiona asked, glancing over at her newly acquired friend.

"One egg, coming right up." With that, the sandy-brunette deposited an egg right into Phiona's palm.

"Thank you," the whitelighter-witch grinned as she cracked the egg with ease and tossed the outer shell into the large black trash can. Then she grabbed a brown, wooden spoon and began to stir her brownie mixture.

"Excuse me, I was using that," a voice hissed from behind Phiona.

The Blessed One's grip on the spoon tightened. "No, you weren't," she said softly.

Joanna's eyes blazed as she wrapped her hand tightly around Phiona's wrist, causing it to turn white. "I said, the spoon is mine."

"Does it have your name on it?" It was Chase, laying a protective hand on Phiona's shoulder.

"Oh, so you've befriended a Halliwell, Chasey?" Joanna asked, a tight lipped expression forming on her crimson face.

"Got a problem with that?" Chase asked, prying his cousin's hand from Phiona's and placing a hand on her chest, shoving her backwards.

"Don't make me hurt you, Chasey," Joanna warned as a red force field flickered between her and Chase.

"No, Josie," the mortal hissed with contempt. "Don't make me hurt you." He took a step forward. "You're powers don't scare me," he whispered icily.

"Chase, come on, just help me with the brownies." Phiona pleaded, tugging at the boy's arm.

"Yes, help her Chasey," Joanna's belittling voice whispered into her cousin's ear. She watched him turn around and she moved her elbow, shoving the bowl of the brownie batter off the table and pummeling towards the ground.

Phiona's hands whipped out in a Piper like fashion, orbs forming under the bowl instead of shooting out her hands like normal, and catching the bowl in mid air before forcing it to rise up into her hands. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at the bowl.

"Nice catch," Chase whispered.

"Chase," the witch-whitelighter gaped, "I think my power just advanced."

TO BE CONTINUED...