Divine Source
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men or Charmed in any way, shape, or form. I own only the plot.
Chapter 18
"Are you sure you can do this?" Taylor sat with her legs crossed in front of her and candles lit around the Woogy/Magneto and herself. She opened one eye at Pyro's question. He stood in the mouth of the cave next to Mystique, still holding the hand of the kid. It was a little girl around the age of seven, her parents were sure to be looking for her. Taylor frowned at Pyro.
"Look man, if I screw up, then the kid you're holding oh-so-lovingly in your arms in going to get hurt, right?" Pyro grinned.
"Whatever you say, cutie pie." Taylor's lip curled in disgust.
"The things I do for people I don't even know." She closed her eyes again and after a few more moments of meditating, Taylor released a long breath and looked up. "Give me your hand," she said to the Woogy. He smirked before doing as told. Taylor held back the urge to blow him up and orbed.
"How long will it take you to find her?" Logan asked Chris as he followed the younger man to the kitchen. Chris shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as they reached the kitchen.
"I don't know. Maybe a couple of minutes, but I can't sense her if she's already down in the underworld." He turned to Logan. "We'll have to go down there ourselves if she doesn't get back before the potion is finished." Logan nodded. "Can you show me where the spices are?" Logan raised an eyebrow at the question but went to the nearest cupboard and opened it. Chris moved towards the cupboard and began pulling out spices.
"Alright. What do I do?" Chris grabbed a few more spices and brought them to down to the kitchen counters before turning to Logan again.
"Where are the pots?" Logan, again, raised an eyebrow before moving towards the sink, reaching under it and pulling out two large pots.
"Look kid, this is not the time for cooking. I'm not even hungry so get crackin' on that spell." Chris shook his head.
"This is for the potion. The Woogy is a vapor and we're going to have to make a potion that's also a vapor." Logan cussed.
"How in the hell are we suppose to fight a vapor?" he shouted. Chris shushed him.
"Calm down," he told Logan unhurriedly as he turned on the stove and placed each pot on a burner. "We'll get him. Don't worry about that, but I need you to hand me my bag out of the living room." Logan glared.
"I hate you, you know," he ground out through his teeth. Chris waved the words away with his hand.
"Yeah, I know. It's alright though," he looked at Logan and raised an eyebrow. "I hate you too." Logan smirked and Chris turned back to the stove. "Good, now that we've got that settled, go get my bag."
Cyclops returned to the professor's office with the rest of the X-men in tow. When he saw that the room was empty, he frowned and turned to the others to see their expressions mirroring his.
"Where is Chris?" Storm voiced everyone's concern. "And where is Logan?"
"They're downstairs," Professor Xavier explained as he wheeled himself into his office. He moved next to his desk and readjusted himself so that he was facing his team. "I believe they're brewing a potion to destroy a demon." At that last statement, the X-men turned and moved as quickly as they could to the kitchen.
"Jesus, kid!" Logan exclaimed. He had just brought Chris his bag a few moments before and had been shocked when the young man had begun pulling out all sorts of bottles and jars that held the most disgusting things Logan had ever seen. "This is disgusting. Who does this?" Chris threw Logan a look.
"Taylor does it all the time." Logan made a face and Chris rolled his eyes. "Look man, get over it and hand me the toads' skin."
Taylor allowed the familiar tingle of orbing to take over her and was disappointed when the tingle disappeared as she and the Woogy materialized in the underworld. She quickly dropped his hand and made a face as he smirked at her. She sighed as she looked around.
It wasn't that glamorous. No wonder demons were always coming to the surface. This place was just depressing. It looked like the inside of a cave. The air was stuffy and stale and there was dim lighting throughout each hall that Taylor could see.
"Alright," Taylor sighed throwing her hands up Vanna White style. She began speaking as though she were the prize announcer on a show. "We're here. Your lovely new home in the middle of 'sunny' nowhere." She walked over to the walls. "Please take notice of the 'walls'. The rough texture is just perfect for me to bash your head in on." She smiled unfeelingly.
"You are quite amusing," the Woogy responded as he took in their surroundings himself. After a few minutes, he turned back to Taylor. "That is why you'll make a most beautiful queen."