A/N: You know Bush's favorite saying? "Weapons of mass destruction!" Yeah, that's my play for the day. By the way, I've reworded The Source vanquishing spell for my story, because obviously Prue never died the way she did in the show. So I've MOVED the name "Prudence" behind "Penelope," so we're talking about Melinda Warren's daughter Prudence, NOT our Charmed One Prue. (P.S. Ross, I'm hurt that you didn't review. j/k I know you're busy. Hope you liked it.)

Change Happens

Chapter 26: Warrens Of Mass Destruction

Phoebe approached her sisters with a grim face.

Piper, who'd been leaning her head quietly on the kitchen table, was instantly on her feet. "Pheebs, is something wrong?"

Phoebe moved to the center of the room. "We need the power of the entire Halliwell line to vanquish him."

Paige placed her hand over her bulging stomach. "But the kids," she breathed. "We can't put them in danger like that!"

Prue curled her fingers around the edge of the counter. "What if I phase them while they say the spell?"

"It's a Power of Four spell," Phoebe explained, "if the four of us physically connect, it'll make the spell the strongest."

"Thus our most hopeful chances of vanquishing him." Piper placed her hand to her head in despair. "How can this be happening? What did we do to deserve this?" Her eyes traveled to the ceiling, shimmering with anger. "What the hell did we do to deserve this?"

"Piper," Prue whispered. She wrapped her arms around her little sister's waist and pulled her close, allowing Piper to cry into her shoulder. "Now isn't the time. We have to worry about saving the world, before The Elders tell us what's going on."

"And if we don't?" Piper yanked herself away from the telekinetic and placed her hands on her hips. "What if we just not to? Hmm? What will happen then?"

"Then they'll make me go back to the afterlife out of spite."

Piper curled her fists in rage.

Phoebe placed a heavy hand on Piper's shoulder. "Lets just get through this, okay?" She looked to Prue. "We need a potion. The most powerful potion we've ever made."

Prue stalked over to the cabinet and pulled out a brewing pot, which she placed onto the stove. With a quick wave of her hand, she'd telekinetically summoned the Book of Shadows into her grasp. "I'm on it."

"Look, Piper, I think you and Paige should go get the kids. Together, you've got the most powerful powers."

"But the baby-"

"Will be fine," Paige cut in. She took her big sister's hand. "Pheebs is right. The kids will be the safest with us, until we can get The Source out of the way."

"I think Leo should stay Up There with Prissy, until we can get this mess sorted out."

"That's probably a good idea," the youngest agreed. She glanced over her shoulder at Phoebe. "Can you get that message to Leo?"

"Sure thing," the clairvoyant nodded. She watched her sisters orb out, and then she turned to Prue. After an awkward beat of silence, she asked, "So do you need any help with that?"

Without a word, Prue smiled and motioned for Phoebe to come over to her.

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Persia gave a strained cough as she rounded the corner of Baker High School's quarter-mile running track. She'd just made it halfway through her four laps. To say she wasn't enjoying in the least was a severe understatement. Physical Education was, perhaps, her least favorite class of the day.

Usually Persia had a habit of staring at the dirt on the track as she ran, but every now and then she would glance up to make sure she wasn't heading straight for anything. She'd learned to do that the hard way the previous year. As she looked up, she noticed that Alyssa was about a yard ahead of her. She looks pretty worn out, the witch realized. She sucked in a deep breath and took off, breeching the gap between her and Alyssa Peterman.

"Pretty sucky, huh?" Persia shouted, as she made her way up to Alyssa.

Alyssa, rather than running, appeared to be going at a slow job. "Y-yeah," she sputtered, trying to stay in time with Persia.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine," Alyssa gasped. "J-j-just tired." Her face was beat red, and visible sweat beads were sliding down her forehead.

"You look beat."

"Beat red?" She attempted at a chuckle, but ended up in a coughing fit.

"Do you wanna take a rest?" Persia inquired, as they rounded another corner.

"No. Stetson will just add on more laps."

"What lap on are you on?"

Alyssa quickly turned her head away.

"Alyssa?"

Alyssa muttered something incoherently.

Persia bit her lip before trying again. "I'm really sorry, but I still didn't catch-"

"First!" Alyssa swung her head around. Her face now seemed extremely pasty. "My first lap, okay?"

The electrokinetic recoiled. She hadn't expected such an outburst, least of all from Alyssa Peterman. "I-I'm sorry. I just didn't hear you," she stuttered.

Alyssa heaved several breaths. "S-sorry," she whispered.

Suddenly Persia gasped. "Alyssa, watch ou-" She was too late, however. By the time she'd noticed the misplaced jump rope, obviously from the physical education class before them, it was too late. All she could do was stop as she saw Alyssa fall.

Alyssa toppled to the ground with a huge thud. Her face contorted in an unbelievable amount of pain, and she grabbed her sides in anguish. Her mouth dropped open and, involuntarily, she elicited one of the most ear piercing screams that Persia had ever heard.

"Oh my Goddess," Persia gasped, dropping to her knees. "Are you okay?"

Alyssa hadn't a chance to answer. Suddenly she began gasping, and her face started to turn redder than normal. Her small hands grabbed at her throat.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Persia reached around Alyssa and patted her back, thinking that maybe she had swallowed the wrong way or something. Unfortunately, as she soon realized, it was the wrong thing to do. She watched in horror as Alyssa began to not only choke and gag, but recoil at the pats. She looked up to see that several of the students had started coming towards them after hearing the scream. She did the only thing she could think of. "Help! Hurry! Call an ambulance!"

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"So what's all the fuss about?" Brandon leaned against the doorframe of the girls' restroom, staring quizzically at his best friend. He was waiting for her to smile, or make some sort of sarcastic quip about him being that close to the inside of the girls' bathroom. It never came. "Pearl?" His face changed as his posture stiffened. "What's the matter?"

For several minutes, Pearl just stared blankly at the brunette boy. Then, without meaning to, she fell forward directly into his grasp. She was livid.

"Pearl?" Brandon pulled her a little closer, and edged her to the wall. "Hey, what's wrong? You can tell me."

Pearl pursed her lips as she blinked back a surge of salt water from behind her eyes. "He's back."

"He? He who?" Brandon shook his head in utter confusion.

Pearl grabbed his wrist and shoved her face close to his. She could feel his breath on her skin. "The Source."

----

As Paige and Piper appeared in the hallway of their children's school, Paige's hands flew to her head.

"Paige?" Piper grabbed her baby sister's arm in concern. "Sweetie?"

"It's Max," Paige groaned. "He's calling me. He's in trouble!" Paige had only ever been assigned two charges, Max and Tyler, both of whom she took very seriously. Neither called her often, especially knowing that she had her own troubles now that she was pregnant with Prue and Andy's baby. So Paige knew that if either had dared to summon her, they had a damn good reason for it. And from the pain in her head, she knew that Max really needed her.

Piper patted her arm encouragingly. "Go help him, I'll evacuate the school."

"Thanks, Piper," the youngest Charmed One replied hurriedly. She orbed out as fast as she could, if only to stop the incessant ringing in her ears.

Piper turned on her heel, marching into the school office. A small part of her felt rather embarrassed to be there, because Paige had only just returned Pearl about ten minutes earlier, after having orbed her home to heal her. Now she was here to tell the school that they had to evacuate as soon as possible, because The Source was back and he was out for blood.

"Mrs. Wyatt!" The school secretary flashed a brilliant smile in Piper's direction. "How are you?"

Piper shifted uneasily. Apparently Paige must have just grabbed her right out of class, and not even told the secretary. Her face was grim. "Not good. Look, you need to evacuate the school."

The secretary's face instantly fell. She rose to her feet. "What's going on?" She asked, lowering her voice.

"There's a great danger," Piper explained carefully. "There's a good chance that an entire school full of young witches would be a perfect target."

"What's the demon?" The secretary inquired, picking up a phone from her desk.

Piper was silent for a minute, and then her voice cracked. "The Source."

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A high pitched siren blared in every room in at Star Crest Academy, Pearl's private school. The alarm was far louder than the fire alarm, and during the time it went off, bright blue and purple flashing lights went off everywhere. The alarm had been specially designed for such demonic emergencies, where demons that were far more powerful than the average demon were thought to be after the school. The lights had been instated, just in case someone were to mistake the siren as a fire alarm.

Pearl cupped her hands over her ears as Brandon dragged her down the hall. Only moments after she'd made her stunning revelation, the sirens had begun to yowl as if in agony. "Brandon," she cried, "you're hurting me!"

Brandon stopped abruptly, almost making Pearl run into him. He turned, slowly, with a sorrowful look in his eyes. "I'm sorry." He gently released his grip around her wrist and extended a friendly hand. "But I want to make sure your cousins are okay."

Pearl placed her hand into his. "Why didn't you just teleport in the first place?"

Brandon's face flushed pink. "I guess you had me so riled up that I didn't think about it." He laced his fingers with his best friend's, and they vanished via his magical power.

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"Mom!" Phiona bounded for the door, nearly running her mother down as she skid to a stop. She placed one hand over her ear in a futile attempt to hear Piper better.

"We've got to get everyone out of here," Piper yelled over the sirens. Blue and purple lights were flashing over her face, making her appear as though she had violet skin. Her face drew into a worried frown as she watched frightened children scramble around in the room in a panic. The alarm has probably never gone off before, she suddenly realized.

Piper Halliwell's hands arched out and the entire room came to a frozen stop, including the flashing lights and siren. There was one in every room of the school, however, so she could still here them clearly from the hallway and other rooms.

"Why did you do that? I thought we had to get them home?"

At that moment, Pearl and Brandon appeared out of mid air. They both looked around, shocked at the frozen quiet of the room. As they turned around, they saw the Charmed One, still with her hands outstretched.

"Pearl!" Phiona squealed, running into her big cousin's arms. "Shouldn't you be-"

"Brandon and I came to see if you were alright," the eldest Blessed One cut in.

"I'm, uh, fine. Mom and I were just talking about how to get everyone out of here."

Brandon glanced to Piper. "Mrs. Wyatt?"

Piper waved her hand. "I think I have an idea." She closed her eyes, remembering a spell from several years ago. "The child of every witch," Piper waved her hand across the room, "and to every child their place. Return what is here, to their rightful place."

Opening her eyes, she watched as swirls of gold glitter rippled around the room and funneled each of the frozen children, carrying them back to their rightful homes. When the golden dust had vanished, she brushed her hands together in satisfaction. Flicking her wrist, she unfroze the teacher and explained what she'd accomplished.

Piper strode over to the desk and grabbed a notepad and pen. Quickly, she jotted down her makeshift spell, a re-worded version of the spell her grandmother had made to send herself, Prue, and Phoebe home when they'd traveled to the seventies. "Just spread this around to the other teachers, and it'll send the kids home." Without waiting for a response, she briskly returned to her daughter and niece. "We've got to get home," she explained. "Phoebe and Prue are working on a potion-"

Phiona's jaw dropped nearly to the floor. "P-Prue?" She stuttered in disbelief. "A-Aunt Prue?"

Brandon, too, appeared stunned. He looked to Pearl, only to realize the look on her face was not shock. "You knew?"

"She helped mom send The Source away, temporarily." Pearl's head dropped to her chest. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything."

Brandon placed his hand to her shoulder. "I'm not mad at you," he whispered. "I'm shocked."

Pearl smiled weakly. "Me too. Look, you have to go home too, okay? This is too dangerous."

"Pearl I-"

"You have to." The Blessed One crossed her arms defiantly. "This is a Halliwell job, and requires Halliwell magic. I don't want you getting hurt trying to do something that you shouldn't be involved with."

"But Pearl-"

"No buts, Bran." Pearlinda cocked her head to the side. "I will send you home if I have to." Her voice softened. "Don't make me use my magic on you."

Brandon looked hesitant, and then finally heaved a sigh. "Call me as soon as you've sent his ass back to oblivion."

Pearl grinned, pulling her friend into a farewell hug. "I will, I promise." She hung there a moment, before she felt his body dematerialize, and she stumbled forward. "Okay. So how do we get home?" As the words left her mouth, the room unfroze and the sirens blared back to life.

Piper cupped her hands around her mouth and looked to the ceiling. "Paige!"

----

"Demons!" Paige poked her head up from behind the overturned sofa that she and Max were hiding behind. She watched as the pair of demons were picked up in a swathe of orbs, carried in a blue trail across the room, and slammed against the opposite wall as they reformed. "Max, now!"

Behind the sofa, Max placed his hands to the sides of his head and closed his eyes.

Paige watched in amazement as the demons' began to clutch their chests in agony, and crumble to the floor. It looks like their having heart attacks. Several minutes passed, before she ducked back down as a cloud of dust and sparks from their final explosions came billowing at her. "That was amazing. What exactly did you do to them?"

"I psychokinetically restricted the blood flow to their vital organs, particularly their hearts, and it killed them." Max grabbed the edge of the sofa and staggered up. He was clutching his side, which had a massive bleeding gash in it.

"Do you need me to take you to Leo?"

Max struggled to sit down on the sofa. "If that-"

Suddenly Paige placed her hands to her head and moaned. Since she'd been pregnant, the calls from her family and charges had seemed louder than usual.

"Paige?"

"My sister's calling."

Max waved his arm. "Go to her. I can take care of myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Fine. Positive." He squinted his eyes and within minutes, gauze and a bottle of peroxide were floating down the stairs, and on over to the sofa. "And my mom left me some spells to help speed up healing, in her Book of Shadows."

Paige flashed an apologetic look towards her charge. "I'm sorry I can't heal you."

"It's okay. You orbed in just in time to get me out of their dark crystal trap. And you've got that teleorbing thing that other whitelighters don't have." He coughed as he opened the bottle of peroxide, and poured some onto his wound. He grimaced.

"Are you sure I can't help?"

"Go! The Charmed Ones are more important."

"Okay. Call me if you need me." She orbed.

Max watched her orbs disappear, and he leaned back painfully into the sofa. He dabbed the gauze onto the bloody gash and cringed. If Paige could heal, things would be so much easier, he sighed.

----

"About time," Piper grumbled. She placed her hands to her hips. "Was Max okay?"

"A couple low level demons caught him by surprise and gave him a nasty gash on the side, and then they trapped him in a dark crystal ring. He was calling me to come help him out of it. I got there just in time."

Piper tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank goodness."

"Yeah," the younger Charmed One murmured. She grabbed her sister by the wrist. "You guys comin'?"

Pearl nodded confidently. She and Phiona, being the closest of the Halliwell cousins, already had their hands linked. She quickly grabbed her mom's free hand and nodded. "Lets go kick some demonic ass."

As Paige orbed them out, her voice bellowed, "Don't say that word!"

----

Persia paced back and forth in front of the girls' locker room, waiting for the bell to ring. She only had one more period to go, and she was hoping to get through it as fast as possible. She wanted to go visit Alyssa in the hospital, which was where she'd been whisked away to.

Persia, as well as the rest of the class, had been told that Alyssa had suffered an asthma attack during laps. While that may have been partially true, Persia had a gut feeling that there was more to the story that the paramedics either didn't know, or weren't telling. She also knew that since becoming a witch, she should always trust her instincts. At the moment, Persia Halliwell's instincts were telling that she had to find out all she could about Alyssa Peterman, whether the girl wanted her to or not.

Persia began to incessantly tap the toe of her black, Bronx ankle boot against the waxy hallway floor. As soon as the bell rang, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and dashed off down the hallway, narrowly missing a door that swung open in front of her and left a slew of gabby teenagers behind her.

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"Aunt Prue," Phiona screamed. The little witch ran into her late aunt's arms, hugging her with everything she had. "I missed you so much," she gushed. She didn't mean to, but she was crying as she buried her face into Prue's raven hair.

Prue smiled, running her hand through Phiona's near blonde hair. "I missed you too, Phi. I missed you all so much."

"How long are you staying?"

Prue set her niece back on the ground, and kneeled to her eye level. "I don't know, sweetie. I honestly don't know."

Phiona wiped at her wet cheeks with the sleeve of her Hello Kitty sweat jacket. "Pandora and Uncle Andy and gonna be so happy to see you! Wait, have they seen you yet? Oh, oh! If they haven't, can I tell them?"

Prue looked above Phiona's head, eyeing her sisters. As much as she wanted to see Andy and Pandora, something in the back of her mind told her that it was a bad idea. If I can't stay, I don't want to know how Andy will react. Looking down on them from her place in the afterlife, she'd already seen how miserable Andy had been. She knew first hand how bad it was, because she'd been in his shoes once. She didn't know if she could do that to him again.

"Aunt Prue?"

"I don't know, sweetie. But I think it'd be best if I told them myself, okay?"

Phiona nodded faintly. "I guess."

"I'm not trying to be mean," Prue quickly explained. "I just want to have some alone time with them, okay?"

"I understand," Phiona announced. She looked a little less distraught. "Okay. I can keep my mouth shut." She pinched her finger and thumb together, and made a zipping motion over her lips.

Prue patted her niece's back encouragingly. "That's my girl."

"So what're we doing?" Pearl inquired, looking from her mother to her aunts.

Phoebe pulled a potion bottle from the table and proudly held it up. "Prue and I just finished making The Source's vanquishing potion. The best damn potion we've ever made, if I do say so myself."

"The most powerful?"

Prue nodded. "And we have extras, just in case." Prue flicked her eyes in the direction of a rack of red potions. "We made one for everyone, so stock up."

"How're we gonna get him here?" Phiona reached up on her tip toes and snagged a potion vial from the counter, pocketing it.

Again, Phoebe pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. "I've got that covered too. It'll take the Power of Four to summon him, and the entire Warren line to vanquish him."

"Doesn't that mean everyone has to be here?" Pearl leaned against the corner of the island. "Where's Persia, Pam, and Pandora?"

"Cole is picking up Pam and Persia," Phoebe announced. She leaned over the sink and flicked on the faucet. "Andy picked Pandora up already. She's in Kindergarten, remember? They only have half days."

----

Persia's eyes flicked between her Creative Writing teacher and the wall clock above the door. She frowned. Two hours. Suddenly the door opened, catching her attention. The witch walked a boy walk in with a yellow paper in his hands. One of the Office Aides, she thought. It was at that point that she realized her teacher was motioning to her.

Persia's brows shot up in confusion. 'Me?' She mouthed, looking funnily at the teacher. When her teacher glared, she got up and scurried to the desk.

"Your father's waiting in the office for you."

"My father?"

The teacher slid the yellow note at her. "A Mr. Cole Turner?"

"Oh! Right, my father," Persia acknowledged. She pocketed the note. "What does he want?"

"He's picking you up."

"Will I be back?"

The teacher shook his head boredly. "Take your things, he's signed you out for the rest of the day."

Persia's heart seemed to jump. Her mother and step-father tried to avoid pulling her out of school as much as possible, knowing that they couldn't just tell Baker High that it was a demonic attack, like they could at Star Crest Academy. She flashed a weak smile as she slipped her backpack over her arms, and jetted out the door.

Persia's stomach was pulling back flips as she reached the office. "Hey," she greeted Cole.

Cole patted her shoulder. "Thank goodness you're okay."

Persia swallowed hard. Thanks, she thought sarcastically. That really helps my nerves!

"Thank you," Cole exclaimed to the office secretaries, as he slipped out the door with his step-daughter.

"What's going on?" The electrokinetic whispered through gritted teeth.

Cole ushered her out the front doors of the school, and pulled her behind the wall. "We don't have time for questions," he said as he shimmered her away.

----

The Source leaned comfortably in his throne, gazing about his looming throne room. The only light came from the fireball he was bouncing within his bony palm, and that was the way he liked it. Glancing over at his bedchamber, he could hear the faint shuffling of Scorpia's feet as she bustled around.

Suddenly he felt a tug. Alarmed, he looked around. Nobody was around him, he was sure of that. Relaxing, he felt it again. This time it was stronger, and accompanied by a magical wind. The fireball instantly extinguished and he curled his fist. "No!"

That was when he saw the tornado of bright spheres that had begun to form under him. He waves his arm and the entire cavern shook with telekinetic fury. It only seemed to enhance the power of the spheres, which were rapidly crawling up the base of his black cloak and encircling his body. He screamed in fury. "Damn witches!" Then he heard their voices. Each one individually at first, but as seconds passed, they began to meld into one powerful voice.

"Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies! Source of Evil we call you near, come to us and settle here!"

The Source attempted to flame. They roared around the lower half of his body, but only for a millisecond, before they were diffused by the magic of the Power of Four.

"Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies! Source of Evil we call you near, come to us and settle here! Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies! Source of Evil we call you near, come to us and settle here!"

He screamed, just as Scorpia appeared in the doorway. He could hear their strong voices filling the whole of his throne room now. "Attack them!" He bellowed. The sheer brutality of his voice literally caused a chunk of rock to come shattering to the floor of the chamber.

"Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies! Source of Evil we call you near, come to us and settle here!"

That did it. The whirling white lights engulfed his entire person and sucked him up, disappearing into the ceiling of the chamber. The Source was gone, summoned for the big battle against the current generation of Warren witches.

Scorpia placed her hand to the scorpion necklace dangling at her chest. She smiled as it began to glow a deep red. "This is working out all too well."

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"Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies! Source of Evil we call you near, come to us and settle here!" Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige stood in the attic. A white chalk outline had been drawn under them in the shape of their family crest, the Triquetra.

Prue, being the leader, stood at the tip of the topmost arch. Piper and Phoebe had taken their places on the triangle tips of the arches behind Prudence. Finally, Paige stood in the center of her three sisters, over the triangle that joined all three arches together. She stood as the glue that held their power as one.

The hairs on the back of Paige's neck stood at attention, and goose flesh flooded her pale skin. Looking to Prue, she whispered, "He's here." As if to punctuate her words, she cringed at the shattering of glass from downstairs.

Phoebe looked petrified. "I thought he was supposed to be summoned here, in the attic?"

"Doesn't matter," Piper spoke up. "He'll find us, and when he does-" Her body sailed through the air towards a dusty wooden chiffonier.

"Pearl's couch!" Paige screeched, throwing out her hand to direct the sofa to orb out and catch her big sister, making her land safely within the dusty cushions of the old sofa.

Lifting her arms, Piper expelled her most destructive power and watched as The Source's black particles fled in all different directions. She placed a hand to her neck and rubbed it.

Prue ran to her sister's side, pulling her to a standing position. "Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm fine. But we've gotta get the girls before he…" Piper's voice trailed off as she held out her hands again. Their arch enemy was already beginning to swarm back together.

"We're already here," Pearl announced. She strode into the attic. Behind her, like a marching band, followed the youngest Blessed Ones: Phiona, Pamela, and Pandora.

Bringing in the rear, Persia marched into the attic with her currently youngest cousin on her hip. "Just tell us when to go."

"Behind you!"

Prissy, already turned around in Persia's arms, saw the particles rapidly coming together behind her. Apparently them coming together in the center of the room had been a façade, because they were no longer there. The little girl balled her fists and shoved them over her big cousin's shoulders. A blinding flash filled the room.

When Prue could see again, she arced out her arm and sent the attic door flying off its hinges. The door, being well aimed, lodged into The Source's body and sent him reeling over the wooden floor.

Persia shifted her cousin from one hip to another, and thrust out her hand palm first, emitting a yard long bolt of electricity that slammed directly into her arch enemy.

"Aaagh!" The cloaked demon was on his feet in no time, sending a well placed string of fireballs towards Paige and Phoebe.

The psychic jumped into the air, hovering above the lot of them. One, however, caught the edge of her foot and sent her reeling into a wooden dresser. Needless to say, it burst under the force and she toppled back first into the ground.

Paige, on the other hand, let out a yelp as her hands flew to her face and she dissolved into a flurry of whitelighter orbs. The fireballs aimed at her glided harmlessly through her orbs, just as Shax's energy ball had the night The Source had learned of her existence.

Phiona tossed out her hands in a Piper-like fashion, and a cloud of orbs exploded under The Source's feet. Like marbles on a hardwood floor, they made the Demon King lose his balance and topple to the ground with a thud like a jackhammer on cement.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna put you down, okay?" Persia knelt to the ground and set her baby cousin down, to which he quickly stepped in front of the child to protect her with her own body. Her eyes gleamed as their golden flecks seemed to take on a life of their own.

----Flashback----

"I… I… l-ove… y-," Alternate Andy didn't finish his sentence, death taking him quickly and letting his head roll from Alternate Pamela's blood soaked hands. She continued to sob into his rapidly cooling chest before noticing Persia standing in the doorway with an uncharacteristic look of sheer rage on her face.

Wordlessly,Persia raised both hands. There was a crackling noise, Persia's golden brown hair began to blow about in her face before she produced more voltage than she ever had, the jet of yellow lightning almost overwhelming its creator as a trickle of blood seeping from her nose. The cataclysmic attack struck Kahn loudly, as if it was a thunder clap. He screamed violently as the attack scorched and burned away his flesh, before vaporizing him completely and reducing him to a pile of dust on the floor.

----Flashback----

Persia rubbed both her hands together. She could feel static electricity building within them. Her heart was pumping so hard she thought it was about to explode from her chest. She had only ever tried this maneuver once, and it had been for her best friend in vengeance for Pamela Walker's, father's death.

Raising her hands, her hair began to blow outward from the high voltage electricity that was radiating from her body. Hot yellow sparks were clicking all over the fabric of her clothing. Suddenly the sound of a million pots and pans banging together filled the air: thunder. Then it came.

A streak of lightning, nearly twice Persia's current size, zigzagged from the ceiling of the attic. It was blindingly neon yellow, and radiated with a white hot glow of electric charges. Persia's eyes flickered dangerously. Suddenly a gush of scarlet blood fled her nose, coming in waves down her mouth and soaking into her clothing. As soon as her lightning bolt had hit her target, directly head on no les, she was literally blown off her feet by the blast which was clearly of atomic weapon proportion, and crashed helplessly against the wall where shelves collapsed atop her limp body.

A red flare appeared in front of Phoebe, and Astral Prue dove over her little sister as a shockwave exploded through the air, sending each Halliwell in opposite directions. When she opened her eyes, she saw that everything was covered in a thick layer of brown dust. She faded away, leaving the dust to hang in the air for a second, before falling to the ground next to Phoebe.

Prue pulled her head back from her chest, to find that her physical body had landed under a pile of boxes. Activating her power to phase, she moved freely out from under the boxes. She could see no sign of The Source, so she immediately made her way over to her heroic niece. "Persia?"

"I've got her," Pearl assured. She was kneeling at her cousin's side with her hands over Persia's blood covered face. It only took a few moments, but soon the blood from her cousin's face disappeared and she heard the telltale gasp.

Prue offered a hand, helping the electrokinetic to her feet. "That's some power, kid. Where did you learn to do that?"

Persia looked down at her golden locket and placed her hand over it. "Lets just say that there's someone who brings out the best in me." Her eyes flashed. "We don't have a lot of time. Where are the crystals?"

Prue spun around, noticing that Paige had never orbed in. "Paige!" When her sister didn't answer, she cupped her hands over her mouth and screamed again. "Paige!"

Silence filtered through the room. Then a small blue glow erupted in its center, and Paige appeared. Her face was sweaty, and she looked tired as hell.

"Paige!" Piper screeched. "What the hell happened?"

Paige grabbed at her swollen stomach, looking down at her wet feet. "My water broke!"

A swirl of particles exploded inches from Paige's face, forming into The Source himself. He thrust out a bony hand and grabbed Paige's neck, pulling her off the ground and yanking her to his hooded face. "And just in time for the finale!"

TO BE CONTINUED….

A/N: So gals and guys, I'm writing my own version of the Charmed season finale which will be called, Fourever Charmed. And seeing as how you guys have already seen a "preview" (although it wasn't much of anything) of Kern's version, I feel compelled to show you a version for mine. (P.S. The bold lettering is the text/writing equivalent of the announcer's voice over.)


The Charmed Ones have been through hell and back over their eight years since becoming witches. From losing lovers...

"No!" Andy screamed, running through the front doors of the Halliwell Manor. His gun was drawn, and he began to shoot wildly at Rodriguez.

The bullets didn't faze the demon. He spun around towards Inspector Trudeau, ejected his arm, and threw a ripple of electricity at him.

Aghast, Phoebe screamed. "Andy!"

Distracted, Rodriguez watched in satisfaction as the mortal police inspector hurdled into the next room and crashed directly into a glass cabinet, which immediately collapsed from the sheer force of the impact.

Piper rose her hands, freezing the demon. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, is Prue okay?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah, she's out cold." Piper moved quickly into the next room, with Phoebe in toe. As she reached her sister's lover, she knelt down and checked his pulse. She looked to her little sister and regretfully announced, "Oh my god! He's dead!"

...to losinga sister...

A tornado of wind spiraled through the front doors of the Halliwell Manor, knocking Prue and Piper Halliwell to the ground. After a clap of thunder, the gray demon Shax emerged from the raging funnel.

"Dear god!"

"No!" Prue clambered to her feet, and shoved Dr. Giffiths out of the way of Shax's wrath. Unfortunately for the eldest of the Charmed sisters, she didn't have enough time to defend herself before Shax hurled a massive energy ball into her chest. She literally burst through the wall, landing in a pile of debris on the other side. A pool of dark red blood began to halo her head.

...to finding another.

"Okay, lets get one thing straight. I am only doing this to save her. I'm not remotely interested in reconstituting...The Charmed Ones." As she and her younger sister, Phoebe, round the corner of the steps down to the bottom floor of the Halliwell Manor, they see a young woman waiting for them. She can see that the door was left open.

"I...the door was open. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here," the young woman sputtered. She turned to leave, but Phoebe quickly stopped her.

"No, no, no, no, no! We were just coming for you!"

The young woman turned around slowly. "You were?"

"Yep. Come on in. Welcome. I'm Phoebe, and this is..." Phoebe hooked arms with the dark haired woman, pulling her over to the edge of the stairs, directly under the chandelier.

"Piper. I know. I've been at your club. Pretty great."

"Thank you. And you are?"

"Paige. My name is Paige."

"Hmm, another 'P'. Imagine that."

"It's nice to meet you." Piper held out her hand, taking Paige's. As their hands locked, a bright blue-white light bloomed down from the chandelier, engulfing the three women.

Quickly, Paige moved away. "Okay, what was that?"

"I think that means you're supposed to be here," Leo announced.

But with Paige and Phoebe dead, Piper Halliwell has no other choice than to journey back through time to save her present.

Horrified, Piper screamed and shielded her eyes.

Patty gasped, pulling the sheets up around herself and scooted backwards, leaning against the headboard on the bed. "Demons!" She raises both her hands, looking ready to catch a ball, and emitted her freezing power. To her shock and surprise, only Leo froze.

Victor stared in shock. He moved closer to his wife. "Why didn't she freeze?"

"Because," Piper said as she pulled her hands away from her eyes, "I'm your daughter."

But one wrong step in the past can have disastrous impacts on the future...

Phoebewatched asthe little boyran back over to his sand castle, and then turned sharply to her ex. "What's going on?"

Cole placed his hand to his head. "You were never supposed to find out," Cole sighed.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"That little boy over there," Cole said as he pointed to child. "He's our son."

Will the Power of Three prevail?

Billie closed her eyes. She stood up, turning towards The Charmed Ones. Her eyes were larger, and brighter than ever before. Her arms hung at her sides, clenched fists filled with ashes of her dead sister. Opening her fingers, they ashes fell from her fingers and scattered through the air, landing at her feet. "You're going to pay for that!" The whole of Magic School began to shake.

Shelves, bookcases, tables, and overturned as they were flung around the room. Every window in sight, and even those that weren't, exploded as they cracked under the telekinetic pressure. The ceiling began to cave in, and plaster exploded everywhere. A huge crack in the floor ran from the edge of Billie's feet, all the way across the room, splitting the floor between Paige's, who was standing in the middle of her sisters.

"The Power of Three," Piper whispered.

Phoebe jerked, grabbing Piper's hand and finishing off a circle. "The Power of Three." She looked to Paige, nodding.

"The Power of Three will set us free! The Power of Three will set us free! The Power of Three will set us free!" A blue sheen seemed to glow around the sisters three.

Or will they need a little help from the past?

Phoebe froze. Her entire body began to shake a little. She knew the voice instantly. It had been one she hadn't heard in five long years. She turned around slowly, her eyes welling with tears as she did so. "Prue?"

Prudence Halliwell sat crossed legged on her younger sister's bed. Instead of the classic white gown, she was wearing a bubblegum pink, satin halter dress. Her classic raven hair hung in waves over her shoulders.

Will they finally get their chance to be, "Fourever Charmed," or will they die trying? Find out this Sunday, on the series finale of Charmed!