Powers
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Date: December 24, 2032
Author's Note: I was very upset with a review I received. Now I know that people are entitled to their opinions of my story(ies), but this one struck a nerve. I have no problem with flames or any sort of constructive criticism, in fact I accept it and I think it allows me to become a better writer. I don't want you, the readers, to think that Cole's death was because of how he was depicted in the show, Cole's death was necessary for me to accomplish the goals I have for the story, does this mean that he will forever be dead? Come on, it is Charmed after all, and magic does exist, so you never know where the story will lead you. And I hope Sam, that you understand that and that your decision to no longer read my fiction is not based upon on Cole's death. Thank You and Enjoy. And a third story is planned once I complete Powers. Thank you. - Damien 455
Chapter Eight: Un-Merry Christmas
"A little to the left." Pru Wyatt said as directed her youngest brother, Sander.
Sander sighed and sent another blast of mental power, and the Christmas tree moved three inches to the left.
"Perfect. Go tell the kids they can start to decorate." Pru smiled as she held her bulging stomach.
Sander nodded and walked out of the room to do as she directed.
Since he saw the future, everything was better in a way. He started to become more comfortable with everything. Now it was Christmas, and his family was excited. Pru was even more pregnant. Melinda and Warren had moved on past their father's demise, and Halliwell and Greg were happier than ever.
"I'm putting on the star!" Melinda said as she ran into the room, the golden star orbing into her hand.
"No fair! You used magic!" Halliwell said as she ran into the room, Warren shimmering in behind them.
"Behave." Pru said as she took a seat.
"I'll get the door." Sander said as he approached the door.
"It didn't ring." Pru said, staring at her brother as if he were high.
"I will in about ten seconds." He smiled as sure enough the door bell rang.
Sander swung open the door, and saw a couple standing in the door. The man was about five foot seven, black hair and brown eyes, and the woman resembled him, although several inches shorter.
"I'm here to see Halliwell Wyatt." the man said strongly and confidently.
"I'm her uncle, Sander Wyatt, and you are?"
"Ramon Thayer, her uncle." he said as he and his lady friend pushed past Sander and into their foyer.
"Excuse me, you don't barge into my house and claim to be my niece's uncle." Sander said outraged as he shut the door.
"Emma was my sister, and Halli is therefore a Thayer Gypsy. It is in my sister's will that Halli be given to me when she passes." he said in a malice that shocked Sander.
"Emma's dead?" Sander asked flabbergasted as he entered the living room.
"Warren, why don't you bring your sister and cousin upstairs." Pru said as she overheard the conversation. Warren complied and shimmered off with Melinda and Halliwell.
"Emma was killed in an automobile accident yesterday." the woman spoke.
"And you are?" Pru asked rudely.
"Lois Thayer, Emma's sister-in-law." she said, as she removed a paisley scarf from around her head.
"Greg was given full custody of Halli." Sander said.
"However, My lawyer says that I can still claim her as my own."
"You can't and you won't. She is a witch by heritage." Pru said angrily.
"As she is gypsy." Ramon retorted.
"Greg won't allow it. He's a social worker, he knows how this stuff works." Sander said as he looked at Halli's relatives.
"Hold your tongue." Lois said.
"Why do you have to do this around Christmas?" Sander asked ignoring Lois' pointed commentary.
"Because Halli must be taught the Gypsy magics by the new year or else she will lose her Gypsy powers." Ramon explained.
"She has no gypsy magic, only her Wiccan powers." Pru said.
"And that would the power to...?" Lois said.
"Freeze time, like her father and grandmother before her." Pru spoke.
"We aren't leaving without her." Ramon said clearly as he took a seat on Pru's couch.
"Then I will remove you." Sander spoke as he telekinetically opened the door and sent Lois tumbling through the opened passage, and the door shut with much force.
"Your turn." he said as he turned on the Gypsy man in their living room.
"No, it's yours." Ramon said as he started to chant in Romanian. Sander felt dizzy, and he was expelled across the room where he slammed into the Solarium door, shattering it.
"Hey, we can't afford to keep fixing those windows." Pru said as she stood up angry.
"He made the first the move." Ramon said, like an eight year old, blaming Sander.
"Greg will be home shortly, we will talk when he gets here. Until then NO POWERS, it is Christmas Eve after all damnit." Pru raged.
Ramon and Sander agreed, as Sander pulled himself up off the mess of wood and glass.
Greg came home about twenty minutes after Ramon and Sander's agreement to a cease-fire. Greg came home and was ushered into the living room, where Lois and Ramon explained themselves. Greg was outraged, not since his mother's death had he felt such rage. He could have, he would have killed them there, but he knew what killing innocents meant for witches. Not prison, but a sentence worse than that, even worse than death...becoming a warlock.
"I am not giving you custody of my daughter." Greg said with such finite confidence.
"The courts will decide." Lois said, her voice heavy with a foreign accent.
"I can guarantee you that she will stay here with us. We are the only family she has ever known." Sander said.
"How can you guarantee such things? Did you have a witchly vision?" Ramon taunted.
"No, I have faith." Sander said strongly. He knew he couldn't tell everyone he went to the future last month. He knew that Halli was going to stay at 1329 Prescott Street, he saw it.
"Oh, and those witchly visions, that's my power." Pru pointed out to clarify everything.
"My lawyer will contact you." Ramon said as he held Lois' hand and left the house.
"They aren't kidding are they?" Pru said, in some hope that this was all just a practical joke.
"Unfortunately not." Greg said, as he sat down on the couch and held his head in his hands.
"Let's not tell Halli, until we definitely have too. Now I'll go get the kids and we'll decorate the tree." Sander said, as he walked out of the room.
"Why is Sander so confident Halli will stay with us? It's like he already knows that she will." Greg said confused to his sister.
"Yeah, but like he said, he has faith, and so should we."
By eight o'clock that night, the tree was decorated and presents were under the tree. Halliwell and Melinda were hanging the stockings, as Warren was preparing the Santa plate with his Aunt Pru's Christmas cookies, and his Uncle Greg's soy milk.
"Why are you using my milk?" Greg asked his only nephew.
"Because we don't know if Santa is lactose intolerant like you." he smiled, as he poured the milk in the glass and shimmered in front of the fridge to put the milk away.
"Funny." Greg said as he took the milk, and Warren took the plate and they both walked into the living room.
"Okay, now kids, time to get off to sleep." Pru ordered nicely. Pru had a way of being direct and overbearing but at the same time do it all nicely.
"But Mommy, it's only eight o'clock!" Melinda protested as she sat down by the fire.
"Yeah, and you go to bed at eight on school nights, so good night."
"Pru, a little anxious for the kids to get to bed?" Greg laughed.
"That was when I had a husband." she retorted playfully.
"Ew." Sander said as adjusted another ornament on the tree.
"Okay, Kids off to bed, and Mr. OCD stop touching the damn ornaments." Pru said, and the kids retreated to upstairs.
Twenty minutes later the kids were all snuggled in their beds.
"Melinda is such a pain in the rear end." Pru said about her daughter.
"Yeah, but you love her." Sander smiled.
"Yeah, like you love maple syrup." she joked.
"How motherly of you." Sander smiled at her and stuck out his tongue.
"Sander, is Mike going to be here for Christmas dinner tomorrow?" Pru asked as she reviewed the menu for tomorrow.
"I don't know. I haven't seen him in about two days. Something about a charge. Which I'm not surprised. I always come second to Elders and charges."
"Sander, you know that isn't true. Think about the times when you had to put innocents in front of him." Greg said.
"Yeah, but that's not everyday, and I don't disappear for days on end!" Sander complained.
"Sander, calm down. I'm sure he'll be here." Pru reassured her younger brother.
"How come our family is always love scorned?" he asked as he looked into the orange flames of the fire.
"It's our curse." Greg said as he sipped a cup of tea he had made.
"Uh-oh." Sander said as he perked up.
"What?" Pru said earnestly and rather alarmed.
"We're about to have company." Sander said as he sensed a demon coming.
They weren't even out of there seats before a band of demons flamed in.
"Charmed Witches. Your end has finally come." the middle demon smiled evilly.
"Get out of here!" Greg said as he motioned his hands forward, and nothing happened. They didn't freeze, so he tried his molecular combustion. It sent the demon flying backwards into the wall.
The only female demon laughed as she sent an energy wave at Sander, who was hit by the high power energy and was propelled backwards into the wall.
"God damnit, it's Christmas Eve!" Pru said as she orbed behind a demon and kicked him behind his knees.
"Demons have no sense of time." Sander said as he got off the floor and sent a telekinetic blast at the female demon, who flew backwards into the mirror hanging on the wall.
Energy balls whipped through the room. The blue balls hit objects and incinerated them. One demon set the tree on fire, and Sander in anger moved him into the fireplace where he burned to death.
"Demons who enter home, now here the evil roams, send them back to fire of hell, Christmas magic weave this spell!" Pru said as she conjured a silver cloud which killed the demons instantly.
"They ruined our Christmas!" Pru yelled angrily as she saw the tree in ruins.
"I'll get the book and see if there is a spell we can do." Greg said as he got up and went towards the attic, as Sander and Pru tried to fix everything else.
"I'm tired of these damn demons attacking us. Don't they know that the Charmed Ones live here?" Sander said dismally as he telekinetically picked up the glass from the mirror.
"Maybe we should retire," Pru said under her breath, "before one of us die." Luckily, Sander didn't hear her.
Ten minutes later, Greg returned with the book, and his finger in the binding marking a page. "Let the object of objection, become but a dream, as I cause the scene to be unseen!" he said, as white orbs filled the room and everything was back to normal.
"One day. Evil will take holidays off." he said as he placed the book down, and sat on the couch between Sander and Pru.
"Yeah, when we die." Pru whispered to herself, no one hearing her.
There was chapter eight! I hope you all enjoyed, sorry it took forever! Review please!