Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Charmed characters. The storyline is that of my own.

Note: I have decided to edit and revise the original manuscript, so until I do that (which is only the first four chapters) I won't have anything new… yet.

Chris blindly flailed his arm around in an attempt to shut off the alarm clock without waking up. Failing in that, he was forced to subject his eyes to beams of light pouring through the minute gaps of the blinds and find the source of the infernal noise. With the newly acquired aid of his vision, his hand managed to graze the familiar plastic protrusion on the alarm clock. Succeeding in this regard, he then proceeded to mash the button continuously until finally the clock ceased its incessant bleating. 12:00 blinked furiously in his sleep ridden, unfocused vision.

Unfortunately, the alarm was not the sole contributor to the disturbance: There was also urgent pounding at his door. Piper was demanding his attention.

"Chris! Get out of bed and open the door immediately or you will spend the next few weeks without one!" Piper continued pummeling the pliable wooden door. Her voice nearly ripped through the door with its barely-suppressed anger.

Chris attempted to announce his wakened state but nothing more than a few groans issued from his lips. He cleared his throat and tried again, "I'm up, give me a sec!"

He staggered out of bed and stumbled on a small pile of clothes on the floor. Before he could regain his balance, he stubbed his toe on an object he didn't see and slammed into the wall, just barely managing to retain his balance.

"What was that? Chris, you better unlock the door this instant or-" Shards of splintered wood and dust filled the air.

"Mom! Did you have to do that? That's the third time in the past five weeks!" Chris looked towards his mother but saw only an empty doorway. Now his door was scattered around the room with the rest of the mess. He tried to shout at Piper. His throat was dry; he could not get out a single word. Suddenly, Chris felt as if he were being torn apart. Before he could begin to wonder what was wrong, he heard Wyatt's voice.

"Chris, wake up. You were having another nightmare." Wyatt shook Chris' shoulder once more. Chris' eyes shot open. "It was the dream again. Mom…"

Chris nodded with a mumbled 'yeah.'

"I know it's hard to get over, but it's been three years. I think it's time for you to move on."

Chris shoved his brother, hoping it would be enough to get him off the bed. He was in no mood to hear his brother tell him he was being dumb. "I don't want to talk about it. Just go away."

Wyatt sighed, "Alright, just know you have to go back to school today. It's your senior year man, this is it. Be ready in 15 minutes, I'll drive you guys." On that final note, Wyatt left the room, carefully stepping around a mess that had been just as bad as the one in the dream. Minus the shattered remains of a door.

Chris plodded down the old creaky staircase; the manor had slowly fallin into a state of serious disrepair after Leo had last left.

"We shouldn't have to go. I don't want to go back, ever."

Turning, Chris plastered the best smile he could muster, "Prue, it's your freshman year. Be excited."

"Excited? You're a senior. You have the right to be excited. Me? I get to start four years of eternal torment."

Chris ignored the obvious irony and exaggeration in her complaining, "Don't be so pessimistic you little punk." Ruffling Prue's hair, Chris grinned.

"You don't share a room with your brother or your cousins. I don't like sharing a room with an eight year old. I'm fourteen!"

A shimmer of white lights danced through the ceiling. Sidestepping, Chris held out his arms to catch his little cousin. "Patience, you're not supposed to use your powers if you don't have to. You know-"

"All ready to go everyone?" Wyatt grinned at the group.

Prue wrinkled her nose, "Why're you so cheerful? You know you have to get a job. We can't rely on Grandpa Victor the rest of our lives. He's 71…"

"Yeah, whatever Prue. I've got my whitelighter duties. I don't have enough time for a job. Besides, I train all day to protect you guys from demons, etc. You should be thanking me."

Patience wriggled out of Chris' arms and gave Wyatt a hug. "Thank you, Wy-Wy! Don't listen to Prue. She's being a meanie head."

Chris nudged Prue's shoulder. Without another word, he walked through the foyer and out the front doors. Reaching the SUV, he tried the door: locked. Prue, holding Patience's hand, left the manor, eyes downcast. Wyatt, the last one out, was the only one with any semblance of joy in his demeanor.

For the sake of knowledge, here's a list of the current germane characters and some other generic information. If you don't understand why I did something I did, or if you feel I've done some sort of injustice, please tell me.

School starts August 23, 2021.

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell –April 6, 2003 (18). Orbing, healing, telekinetic orbing, sensing, conjuring, molecular combustion, force field generation, deflection, thought projection, and telekinesis.

Chris Perry Halliwell – October 19, 2004 (17). Molecular combustion, telekinetic, whitelighter powers sans glamour and healing.

Prudence Melinda Halliwell – December 2, 2007 (14). Telepathic, empathic, atmokinetic, precognition, postcognition.

Patience "Patty" Halliwell – August 14, 2013 (8). Thermokinetic (cryokinetic and pyrokinetic), orbing.

Liana Elliot – July 23, 2004 (17). Gravitokinetic, photokinetic, umbrakinatic.

Victor Bennet – February 18, 1950 (71). Mortal.

Drew Heber – August 24, 2004 (17). Mortal.

Selena Whik – January 31, 2004 (17). Mortal.

Risa Whik – January 31, 2004 (17). Mortal.