Divine Source
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men or Charmed in any way, shape, or form. I own only the plot.
Chapter 19
Taylor stared at the Woggy in stunned silence for a few seconds before bursting out in hysterical fits of laughter. After a minute, when she noticed that he wasn't laughing with her, she stopped and stared again.
"Oh," she said in awe. "You're serious."
Chris sighed as he added sesame seeds to the potion. He could feel the other X-men heading towards him and Logan. He didn't bother with telling the other man as he assumed he could smell them. His instincts proved correct when Logan caught his eye and began to open his mouth.
"I already know," Chris said without feeling. "We'll have to inform them, regardless of what Taylor says, I believe they can help us. We'll just have to change the plan a bit." No sooner had Chris said this than the remaining X-men joined him and Logan in the kitchen.
"What's going on?" Cyclops asked seriously. Chris smiled as he heard, rather than saw, Logan sigh heavily.
"It's a long story one-eye." Cyclops crossed his arms and Logan caved. "Fine, I'll tell you while the kid finishes the potion."
The Woogy smiled at Taylor as he responded to her statement. "Yes. Quite serious, actually. You will make a most fitting queen. You're powerful, lovely, and you'll make my life entertaining." Taylor stared disbelievingly at the Woogy.
"You want to marry me because you think I'll be entertaining?" she seethed. "Well that settles it, I'm definitely not marrying you now."
"This is no laughing matter my dear. Should you fail to marry me, then that sweet child will go missing permanently." Taylor smirked.
"I could orb back and have her out of there in a second," she responded. The Woogy laughed tauntingly.
"You'll never find her. I'm managed to place her where no one will find her without my consent. It's one of a number of new powers I've attained since combining my spirit with this body." Taylor frowned. This was exactly what she'd been afraid of. Combining witchcraft with the powers of mutants would never work. She knew the two worlds would clash sooner or later but she'd hoped that she wouldn't be the cause.
"Are we writing our own vows or are we going traditional?" she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. She hated to do it, but she couldn't let that little girl die. Her whole role in this world was to fight for the greater good.
'How am I going to tell the guys not to show?' she asked herself mentally. 'They could get that little girl killed. I'll have to marry him and make sure she's safe before doing anything.' The Woogy smiled down at Taylor.
"Come with me my dear," he said holding out his arm. Taylor took it without hesitation. "We have the rest of our lives to plan."
"Okay so this Woogy thing, the one that attacked Bobby and Rogue, is back?" Cyclops asked rubbing his temples the best he could through his visor.
"Exactly," Logan told him with a curt nod. As he said the next part, he gestured to Chris and himself. "Chris and I are going to go help her, but we figured you guys could help us." Cyclops gave a wry smile.
"Gee, thanks for the consideration." Logan growled and stepped forward as his claws unsheathed themselves..
"Look, one-eye, if it weren't for the fact that Taylor needs our help I would slash you in two." Cyclops stepped forward allowing his actions to test Logan's warning. Chris sighed as he raised his hands and used his powers to hold both men from getting any closer to each other.
"Stop it!" Chris boomed at the two. Once he was sure that they were too startled by his outburst to move, he relinquished control. "Taylor is out there with a demon who's goal is to become the next Source!" Chris, having expected a bigger reaction from the others, was disappointed when they didn't even bat an eyelash.
"The next what?" Storm asked stepping forward smoothly. Rogue, Nightcrawler, and Iceman stood behind her all suited up. They too stepped forward at Storm's question, anxious for the answer.
"Source of all evil," Chris droned heavily with a sigh. He turned back to the potion. It would be done any minute now. "He's the boss of all demons and warlocks alike. He's very powerful and his mission in life is to destroy all good magic. Specifically, destroy the Halliwell line before moving on to the rest of the world."
"So that means…"
"Yes, right now, none of them know I'm alive so Taylor's the only target. But once word gets out, all hell will break lose."
"I will leave you here in these chambers," the Woogy told Taylor as he stopped her at two large doors. "I have been planning this for months so I've already managed to attain some ground here." Taylor walked towards the double doors before stopping and turning to face the Woogy.
"What makes you think that, the second you leave, I won't orb out of here?" The Woogy smiled menacingly through Magneto's face.
"I trust that you'll stay here or you'll never find the child." Taylor glared.
"Alright fine. Just so we're clear, when we marry the child, her family, and everyone in that town will come to no harm in anyway, shape, or form right?" The Woogy waved his hands in impatience.
"Yes, of course. They're of no concern to me. Once we are wed, I will have Pyro return the child to her village unharmed and then he and Mystique will join me down here." He smiled. "Surprisingly, I enjoy their company. They support my goals. As soon as I am able, I will allow them more power so that they may guard you." He stepped dangerously close to Taylor, invading her personal space. He reached forward with one hand, gently touching her face so that she was forced to look into his eyes.
"Let go of my face," Taylor said lowly.
"You are quite lovely," the Woogy said as though he hadn't heard Taylor at all. "The children you shall bear me will hold our powers. They will be the most powerful evil on the planet. In time, you shall come to love me." Taylor's face screwed up as, without warning, the Woogy's mouth came crashing down on hers in a clumsy and brutal kiss.
Taylor found that she couldn't respond. Not even to push the Woogy away and spit in disgust. Instead, all she was able to do was think.
'Ew.'