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Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts...
by me


"MOMMY! MOMMY!" Phoebe was writing her column on her brand new Dell Inpiron T9100 (...a damn good computer...so new, it doesn't even exist yet!), when her daughter not only ran into her bedroom, but tripped over the power cord, making the entire machine slip off her table and crash onto the carpeting.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! GUESS WHAT! GUESS WHAT, MOMMY! MOMMY, GUESS WHAT!" Melinda was having a freakin' field day with her favorite phrase of the minute. You would think that she had something to say..really..

But at the moment, Phoebe Halliwell was staring at her two and a half hours of work that hopefully saved when the computer shut off...although, she was thankful that her laptop had that lovely "break-free" policy...

"MOMMY! LOOK AT ME! MOMMY! GUESS WHAT! GUESS WHAT, MOMMY! I BET YOU A GAZILLION DOLLARS YOU WON'T GUESS! MOMMY! GUESS WH-"

"What, Melinda, dear." She had to quiet the girl down before the police came to investigate what her child was so excited to share.

"LOOK AT ME!" Melinda said, and closed her eyes as tight as she could. Then, she slowly (but surely) made her way off the ground. Pretty soon, she was floating halfway to the ceiling.

Then, she lost control and fell- luckily, into her mother's arms.

"Oh! Melinda! That's great, darling! I'm so proud of you!" As Phoebe chanted a few more approving words, her daughter did it again. And again. And again. And...well, you get the point. Melinda Halliwell found her first active power, and was going absoultely NUTS.

"What's going on?" Piper said, running into Phoebe's room at the sound of one more crash (Phoebe was letting her daughter levitate and fall on her bed now, seeing as she really had to get back to work...plus, no one had that much energy...Melinda was sure to fall asleep soon...).

"AUNT PIPER! LOOK AT ME!" Melinda levitated once more, fell, and promptly fell asleep.

"Phoebe, did your daughter just faint on your bed?" Piper asked, eyes widening. Phoebe turned around, took off her glasses and smiled.

"I thought she'd be sleeping soon...so, where are your boys?" Phoebe said, although not really listening, as she was engrossed in a letter by 'Dumped and Dangerous'...the names people came up with, honestly...

"Doing something fatal again, I'm sure..." Piper sighed and looked at her niece. "Wow...we're really horrible parents, aren't we?"

"Yes." Phoebe replied, and went back to work. When she saw the look her older sister gave her, though, she put down her glasses, SAVED her work, and shut off her computer. "What? You thought I would keep saying no after the 17th time you've asked me? And that's just today."

"I don't ask that much..." Piper said, frowning.

"Oh yes you do. 'Wyatt threw his brother into a wall, I'm a horrible mother.' 'Chris stole Wyatt's toy! I'm a horrible mother!' 'Oh, Phoebe! Today, Chris didn't eat all of his ice cream sundae! I'm a horrible mother!' You know, one of these days, someone somewhere will have a child, and their first phrase is going to be 'I'm a horrible mother'...they'll call it the Piper phrase..." Phoebe laughed at her little joke, but Piper just kinda stared at her...you know, in that way that says' you're a nutcase- and a horrible mother'.

"...you pick up steam after a bit, eh?" Piper said, wondering where her sister really came from. She wasn't buying that whole 'same parents' thing anymore...

"I'm an advice columnist...what can I say?" Phoebe said, getting up and following her sister out the door. They might as well let Melinda sleep if they were going to be kept up at all hours of the night, watching Melinda levitate and fall.

"How about, good morning Paige. How lovely to see you?" Paige said, watching her siblings walk through the kitchen door and stealing her cup of coffee. "And thanks for the coffee, Paige."

"You're welcome." Piper replied, being the maker of the coffee. "And it's afternoon."

"Oh yeah...you know..the afternoon...after you told my daughter you were going to get drunk? Yeah...good afternoon." Phoebe added.

"I already said I was under the influence of icky, alright?"

"Influence of what?" Phoebe asked.

"Turns out Peter drugged her. I'll explain later." Piper said, rolling her eyes at a very bewildered Phoebe.

"Wait, wha...ok..." Phoebe said, sitting down and drinking her coffee. "Ew...it's cold, and it's black."

"Well, I happen to like my coffee cold and ...black... well, I like it today..." Paige said, looking at the mud-like beverage.

"Well, Melinda's asleep, and the boys are being...quiet..." Piper said, looking up. "What's the matter with the boys?"

"I don't know, but I don't like it." Paige said, getting up and following her sisters to the boys' room. Which was empty.

"You know, when I tell them they're grounded...they just ignore me, don't they?" Piper sighed as they walked out the door and saw the attic door wide open. "And in the friggin' attic!"

The three girls were about a foot away from the staircase when it happened.


Wyatt walked back into the front door, after being blown out the stupid attic window!

"I told him not to touch it. But he never listens! Chris...I'm going to blow you up when I get back up there." And he orbed back to the attic- or at least...he tried to.

The closest to it he could reach was the stairway, next to his aunts and mother.

"Wyatt! What's going on up there!" Piper scolded, immediately trying to get past the obvious forcefield sheilding the...attic...

"I don't know! I told Chris not to go near the stupid rock. But he didn't listen and the next thing I knew-"

"Wait, rock!" Piper gave her son a double-take, and tried with all her might to get past the shield.

"Piper! Stop! What's so important about a rock?" Paige asked, pulling on her sister, but when Chris appeared at the top of the staircase holding on to something shiny and, apparently, very heavy, Paige turned even whiter.

"Not rock..." Phoebe said, startled. "...Stone..."

"What's so important about a stupid stone? And why does Chris have a sword?" Wyatt asked, expecting answers from the adults. But they just stared, wondering how this could possibly be.

"You mean...Piper was a keeper for the keeper of the sword until ...wow...I still don't get it." Phoebe sat down in Piper's seat, as she attempted, once again, to take the sword from Chris and put it back in the stone. Unfortunately, the sword kept finding it's way back to Chris' hand, no matter what he did. It was like a very strong magnet...a really annoying, huge and dangerous magnet...but still a magnet.

"Well, the way the Elders explained it to me is that Piper and Wyatt are bonded closer to Chris than anyone else." Leo said, still a little hurt that he wasn't considered in this Grand Plan...the father wasn't good for anything...really... "So, when the sword needed to be looked after, and Chris wasn't born yet...the two of them could control it."

"...What?" Paige asked. "OK, I understand the whole 'pre-Chris-protection thing...but why did that ruler guy go after Wyatt if he wasn't the true heir?"

"No one really knows what those phrophecies say for real. None of them were made in English. For instance, the one about Wyatt could have been translated to say either "a child twice blessed will be born on a day when magic rests" or "a cub will overthrow his uncle to become king." ..."

"So...what does Excalibur have anything to do with Wyatt and the basic plot from the Lion King?" Paige asked.

"Well, long ago, a prophecy was made. It could be read either as "the twice-blessed will rule with the Sword", or it could mean, "The twice blessed will protect the Sword." Leo said, looking quite smug at his plethera of information.

"Protect the sword? Does that mean that my son is the Lady of the Lake?" Piper asked.

"Well...yes and no. Wyatt has enough power so that he can control the sword...he's just not the one meant to use it. It's always going to be loyal to Chris...do you know what I mean?" Leo was wondering if he made any sense to his wife...or to anyone else, for that matter.

"Alright. So Wyatt has to protect his little brother. Tell Chris to stop poking him with the great and mighty Excalibur then...because I'm sick of gettin' jabbed with the thing..." Piper said, getting poked once more and backing off.

"I think, this time, only Chris can give it back..." Leo said, bending down. "Chris, do you wanna give Daddy the sword?"

"Daddy is trying to trick me into giving you back..." Chris said this, not to Wyatt, but to the sword.

"OK, Chris. It's not smart to talk to your toys." Paige said.

"Honey, they're not real." Phoebe said, but Chris just giggled.

"I know that, Phoebe. But you always said it wasn't polite not to talk to someone when they talk to you, right?" Chris said, looking at his Aunt for a brief second. "And the sword keeps talking to me. So, I gotta talk to it."

"No. In this case, I'd say it was alright to be impolite." Phoebe replied, trying to take the sword. But that whole forcefield thing popped up.

"Oh yeah...I forgot...I'm notthe 'protector'..." Phoebe said, getting blown over to the couch.

"Hm...Wyatt...come here." Piper said, calling her oldest over. Once she gave him the plan, he called out for the sword.

"Excalibur!" Wyatt called and the sword came to him. But when Chris called for it, it zoomed back to his hands.

"No, Chris. Excalibur!" Wyatt retried, and the same results occured.

"Try once more." Piper pushed her son. Wyatt closed his eyes and called once more.

"EXCALIBUR!" It came to him and he felt himself actually holding the sword. Then, unexpectedly, he felt a surge of anger at his little brother, who was making a face of such fury, Wyatt knew it wouldn't be good.

"NO!" Chris yelled, pushing his brother into the old grandfather clock.

"WYATT!" Piper said, watching herboy zoom through the air, orb quickly, and land safely next to his mother.

"What did you do that for!" Wyatt asked, staring at Chris, who had dropped the sword and was stanging there pale and scared-looking.

"Yes Chris, please explain why you did that to your brother!" Piper backed her oldest child up. She couldn't understand what was going on with her sons.

Chris was wondering the same thing.


Yeah...like I said, hope this was alright. I wanted Melinda to have something...and considering who her father is...there wasn't much to go by...

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Leo the freakin' Lion...