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Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Date: November 3, 2032

Chapter Seven: Something More

Here I stand alone

with this weight upon my heart

and it will not go away

In my head I keep on looking back,

right back to the start

wondering what it was that made you change...

What If, Kate Winslet

The Monday morning sun burst through the Halliwell Manor. It was quiet in the house, no one awake to start the aches and pains of living. The house was as clean as it would get. The window in the living room covered by a board, the door to the bathroom gone. The mirrors nonexistent. Demons left their mark on the house, and on their hearts.

Sander Wyatt turned over onto his side, as he slammed his fist down upon the buzzing alarm clock. He glanced at the neon green numbers, 6:30. He didn't want to get up, but he had too. Someone had to prep the children for school. He pulled himself out from under the bedding and headed downstairs. The air was cool, the smell of fall was present, as he turned on the kitchen television.

"Today the high is 75, with lots of sunshine, and a low of 56." it was November, and the weather was like August.

He picked up the white cordless phone off the sideboard, and clicked it on. He quickly dialed the number of work, and the Secretary picked up.

"Hey Susan, it's Sander. How are you?" he said.

"I'm fine, and you?" she asked. How am I? He thought to himself, his mind remembered the past two days.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm not going to be in today."

"I'm sorry to hear that, any specific instructions I should give the subs?"

"Yeah. For my French II class, have them continue working on their projects, and my French I, III, and IV have them have a study hall. I should be back tomorrow if not Wednesday, if I'm not in tomorrow, I will stop by with a substantial lesson plan for the subs."

"No problem. Feel better Sander." Ring tone.

He placed the phone back on the charger, and started coffee. He was tired. Tired of being a demon-hunting witch, tired of being the second priority in Mike's life, tired of losing or almost losing family members. He was just tired.

At half past seven, he could hear the click of heels on the stairs. They got louder and louder until Pru entered the kitchen. She was dressed in a black pant suit with a pink blouse.

"Morning." Sander said as he sipped his coffee and read the newspaper.

"Morning. I see you aren't going to work." she said as she poured herself a cup of java.

"I see you are." he retorted.

"Sander, I need to get away from the house. There are too many memories of Cole and I there. Not to mention, I'm pregnant again."

"Understandably. I'm taking the day off to just relax and try to clean my room, go to the gym and other tasks that I've put off recently."

"Sander, when was the last time you went and had fun with friends?" Pru asked her littlest brother.

"I don't know. It has to have been a couple months."

"I think you should stop being super witch and Mr. Dependable and just go out and have fun."

"But who will pick the kids up?" he said trying to make excuses.

"I will. I'm off at two, so I can get them after I run across town to a divorce lawyer."

"So you're making it official?"

"Yes. I can't be married to a dead demon. I also need to change my name and the kids. They aren't keeping Turner, so help me God." she said as she sat down and took the Arts & Leisure section of the paper.

Sander nodded as he pulled out the Sports section for Greg, and the rest of the paper for him.

"Mommy. I can't find my spelling workbook." Warren said as he shimmered into the kitchen.

"It's in your backpack. And don't shimmer when you can use the stairs." she said, as he shimmered off.

"Maybe giving them their powers back was a bad idea." Sander smirked as he sipped his coffee.

"You know what, shut up." she said jokingly.

Sander ignored her, as Greg and Halli walked into the room smiling.

"Work for you too?" Sander asked Greg, who was wearing a black Armani suit.

"Yeah. I got court at noon, and a drop-by at three." he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee, and Halli got out cereal and milk.

"Drop-by?" Pru asked curiously.

"Yeah. When a social worker stops by unannounced to search the home of the placed child for any dangers to his or her safety."

Pru nodded, as she glanced at the clock.

"Shit, I'm running late. Sander will bring the kids, and I will be picking them up." she said as she kissed Greg and Sander on the cheek, grabbed her briefcase and keys then ran out to the driveway.

"Pru never had a sense of time has she?" Greg laughed as he placed milk in Halli's bowl, and put two more out for the other children.

Warren and Melinda finally came downstairs dressed for school, and backpacks in hand.

"Morning." Mely said as she sat down next to Halli and started to pour her cereal.

"Morning." Halli smiled as she pushed a spoonful into her mouth.

"Warren, what is this?" Sander asked as he unfolded a note stashed in his lunch box.

"Nothing." he claimed as he tried to reach for the note.

"Warren Wyatt Turner, why does this note say a Parent-Teacher conference is requested?" Sander asked sternly, his eyes glaring at Warren behind his glasses.

"I don't know." he said.

"Why didn't you give this to Mommy?"

"Because I thought I was going to get in trouble." he said.

"Well, I'm disappointed that you didn't give it to Mom. Now eat, we're leaving in fifteen minutes."

Greg sipped his coffee, and grabbed his briefcase. He said his goodbyes and was gone for work.

"Okay, everyone out to the car." Sander dictated as he poured a cup of coffee into a travel mug, and grabbed his sunglasses.

"Uncle Sander, my pink shirt is all wrong with these brown pants." Halli said as she bustled around to collect her school stuff.

"Halli, you can pull it off. Now let's get going." he said irritated as he took a swig of the dark liquid.

Once everyone was in the car, they were off.

"Now, some rules." Sander said as he carefully pulled out of the driveway, and pulled into the right lane.

"Here we go." Melinda said to herself as she sat mushed between her brother and cousin.

Sander glanced at her from his rearview mirror, "If anyone asks what you did for Halloween, you say –?"

"We saved Uncle G from the Source of All Evil and Daddy, but we had to kill Daddy and the Source using our magical powers." Melinda said.

"If you say that, you would be as good as burnt." Sander said as he made a sharp left.

"They stopped burning witches." she said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah and they can start again." Sander said, he hated arguing with his niece. Melinda just ignored him.

"You tell everyone that you went trick-or-treating like normal kids." he said as he pulled into the school parking lot and shifted the car to park.

"Okay, Halli, head to your class. Warren and Mely you're with me." They walked down the halls of the school quietly until they reached the appropriate classroom.

"Hello, Mr. Sander. How are you today?" Miss Honey asked Sander politely.

"I'm good, and you?" he asked, forcing a smile onto his face.

"I'm delightful. I reckon you are here about the note." she smiled.

"Yes, why did you write that note?"

"Warren is a smart student, he gets high marks, but he seems to be socially inept."

"Inept. That's a nice word to use to describe an eight year old." Sander said snottily.

"Well, he doesn't play with any of the other boys. He plays with his sister, who is always around girls."

"Warren grew up, and is continuing to grow up in a house with two young girls."

"Yes that may be, but I think that Warren should befriend some boys, before he gets to higher education, we wouldn't want him to be a pariah or be picked on."

"I was friends with mostly girls growing up, and I turned out just fine." he said in defense of his nephew.

"Well, rumors around the PTO are that you live an alternate lifestyle."

"Alternate lifestyle? Excuse me, but when did my personal life become Friday night gossip at your little PTO meetings." Sander said in rage.

"I only know what I've heard." she said trying to down play what she had just said.

"If I find out that any of you and your faculty or your self serving parents at these little get together talk about me, or my family again, you'll regret it."

"Now, now Mr. Wyatt, there is no need to get defensive or threatening." she smiled.

'I'm sorry, but I'm feeling attacked. Now if you will excuse me I have some errands I need to run." he smiled, as he turned around and walked away, pissed.

Sander spent the entire day, lounging about the house. He took a long hot shower, and got dressed in track pants, and a tee shirt. He finally got around to shaving, and grading papers he had neglected to do.

He curled up on the couch, his grade book, a stack of papers and his red pen in hand. He telekinetically flipped the television on with a squint of his eyes. He was watching MTV, as he made x's and c's on his papers. When he first started teaching he loved grading papers, now he couldn't stand it.

There was a familiar jingling. Orbing. Sander smiled and turned around and was shocked to see who it was.

"Hi son." Leo said to his youngest boy.

"Daddy?" he said child-like.

"Yes. I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Three years, Dad. Where have you been?" he asked as he stood up.

"I was busy as an Elder. Are your brother and sister home?" he asked.

"No. Just me." Sander said.

"Good. I need to talk to you alone."

"Alone? You show up after three years, and you only want to see me? How do I explain to Pru and Greg?"

"You can't. I'm here because the Elders are worried about you."

"Elders worried?" he said sarcastically.

"They feel as if you are drifting from your magical destiny. They feel as if you want to give up."

"Dad, I don't want to give up magic. I just wish that I could have a day without losing a family member, a day where my boyfriend isn't off with the Elders, or a day where there isn't a damn demon with a bounty on our heads."

"Son, I'm here to show you something. The other Elders don't know I'm here. I'm breaking the rules doing this, but you are my son, and I love you."

"Doing what Dad? We're talking." Sander stated confused.

"That, and I'm going to take you on a Vision Journey. It is where you and I will travel in time to the future, to show you your future, and let you acquire what you need to see. It will show you your future as it is right now, but as you know futures change with our decisions, and hopefully you can change yours."

"Dad, you want to take me to the future?"

"Yes. I want you to see what your future is like. I want more for you, and I believe this is the only way." Leo said dismally.

"You know what my future is like don't you?" Sander asked worriedly.

"Yes, and it scares me." Leo said as he reached to touch his son's arm. Leo made contact with his son's tanned arm, and Sander could feel himself being pulled away from his living room.

November 7, 2037

Sander and Leo appeared in a swirl of colors in their living room. Sander could immediately tell he was in the future. There was a baby picture unrecognizable, it had to be the new baby.

"Can anyone see us?" Sander asked his dad.

"No, and they can't hear us either."

Sander saw Pru walk in the room. Her hair was no longer red, it was brown again. She was holding a young boy's hand. "Now Leo, play here, and no magic." she warned the young boy, as she orbed out of the room.

The little boy, Leo, had brown hair and blue eyes. He was about five years old, and was playing with Sander and Greg's vintage Power Rangers.

Sander and Leo swirled again, and appeared in the upstairs hallway.

"I can't believe I am going to be absent in the future." Leo said foreshadowing that he won't be around for his grandchildren.

"Well, maybe you're supposed to learn things to." Sander suggested as he saw his nieces and nephew playing in the hallway. With powers.

"Ball." a thirteen year old Melinda said, as a neon orange bouncy ball orbed from the floor and headed towards Halliwell full speed. Halli placed her hands up and the ball froze, but Warren shimmered out and in only to tap the ball making it hit Halli in the chest.

"Halli is out." Warren smiled.

"That's not fair." she pouted.

"Grow up." Melinda said laughingly.

"I can't believe how old the kids are." Sander gushed.

"Halliwell. Put your shoes on, we are going to the mall to buy Emilia a birthday present." Sander heard his older brother Greg call out.

"Sander, we are five years in the future." Leo reminded him, as Greg turned into the hallway. Greg was still the same. Chiseled features, brown hair and eyes, and a flawlessly white smile.

"Dad watch out!" Halli said as the orange ball orbed towards him. Without making his hand gesture, time froze.

"Melinda, watch where you orb that thing!" Greg warned as he nodded and time unfroze, the ball dropping do to loss of momentum.

"Holy crap. Greg can freeze with using his hands!" Sander exclaimed as he looked at his dad.

"Well, what did you think? Your powers are still going to grow."

"Just what I need." Sander said sarcastically as he swirled again and appeared in Pru's room.

"What are we doing here?" Sander asked confused.

"You'll see." In blinked a warlock, he had brown hair and black eyes. Very attractive. Pru orbed in the room, and saw the warlock. She smiled as she walked over to him and kissed him passionately.

"My sister the demon magnet." Sander said as he saw his sister kiss a warlock.

"How was work?" he asked her as he kissed her neck.

"Good. I got a new Charge today. You?" she moaned.

"Usual. Had to kill an innocent today, I was forced by the Source."

"The Source is back? And Pru has charges!" Sander exclaimed.

"I understand," she moaned as she started to undress the warlock.

"Pru is a whitelighter in the future. Full whitelighter." Leo stated, as they swirled again, this time into Sander's room.

"Hey my room is still the same." Sander said as he saw that nothing was different.

"Sander, we have one more place to go." Leo said solemnly, as they swirled to the cemetary where his family is buried.

In the Halliwell row was Patty, Penny, Prue, Phoebe, Piper, and one caught his eye.

Lysander A. Wyatt

"Sander"

2005-2036

A True Friend and Brother

"I'm dead?" Sander said in shock

"Yes. Last year, their time, you killed yourself, and made it look like a demon battle. No one knew that you killed yourself."

"I would never kill myself." Sander protested.

"But you did. You felt as if you had no choice. So you ended it all. You escaped the hardships of magic by taking your own life. And for that, you weren't awarded in the way you were supposed to be."

"What do you mean?"

"When you first became a witch, your destiny told us Elders that you were destined to be not only a Charmed One, but a whitelighter after your death, but suicide won't allow you to become your destiny." Leo said, as they swirled out, back to their time. 2032.

It's kinda lengthy, but I felt that this was the appropriate length. I will update soon.