Summary: Buffy and Dawn returned to Earth at the end of Down the Rabbit Hole to find out that there were more descendants of Revan out there. Buffy goes to San Francisco to train Prue, Piper and Phoebe (and later Paige) in the Jedi arts.

Pairing: Buffy/Angel, Prue/Canon, Piper/Canon, Phoebe/ Canon, Paige/Canon, Aurora/Willow

A/U: Set After Wonderland 1: Down the Rabbit Hole. Charmed timeline set back about a decade from the late nineties and early 2000s to the 2010s.

Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars and Buffy, CBS owns Charmed.

Chapter 1: The Witch is Back Part 1

October 31, 1692 - Friday

Salem Jail, Salem, Massachusetts

Two men entered the town's jail, heading toward the infamous cells holding the witches during this time of trouble. One man was the turnkey who led the way in and opened the cell holding one of the young witches. The other was an acquaintance to the woman. He was allowed in by the turnkey and the door closed behind him.

The young woman, accused of being a witch, sat in the middle of the cell trying to remember the Jedi meditation techniques her mother had taught her. Melinda Warren opened her eyes as the door closed. Her blue eyes focused on the man, recognition and betrayal shining. "Matthew," she breathed, hoping against hope that he would save her from this fate.

"Hello, Melinda," Matthew greeted, slowly approaching the woman.

Melinda recognized the yellow of his eyes. Her mother had explained to her it was the sign of the Sith. It was obvious he wasn't going to help her so she pushed for answers. "Why? Why did you betray me?" she asked, her voice soft with despair and defeat.

Matthew smiled and looked her over as if the reason was obvious. "You got what you deserved."

"So, you've never loved me? All the passion, all the heat?" she said.

"I had to make you trust me. It was the only way to share your powers," Matthew answered mildly. He crossed his arms, rather enjoying the spectacle before him.

Melinda shook her head, running a hand through her long blonde hair at the revelations that Matthew wasn't only a Sith but a Warlock. "And so now you have them. So why would you turn me in? You know I'll burn." She reached up to the locket around her neck. The one that Matthew had given her.

"I had to keep my secret," Matthew replied simply with a quick shrug of his shoulders.

Melinda clenched her hand around the locket and broke the chain around her neck with a quick tug. "Well, you can keep your trinkets too," she snapped coldly, tossing the locket at him.

He deftly caught it and looked over it with amusement shining in his eyes at her temper. "I'll find another witch to give it to," Matthew decided, opening the locket and pulling out a small piece of paper that was kept within it.

"Maybe not." Melinda smiled as the piece of paper Matthew was holding caught fire.

Matthew tossed it quickly to the ground in surprise. "What magic is this?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing dangerously at Melinda.

"I'm taking back the powers you stole from me," Melinda explained harshly as a steady wind picked up and encompassed Matthew. "Outside of time, outside of gain, know only sorrow, know only pain."

She watched as Matthew vainly tried to fight through the windy barrier. She smiled when he was sucked into the locket with no escape unless someone of her ancestry opened it.

December 16, 2011 - Friday

Bucklands Auction House, San Francisco, California

Three hundred and nineteen years later Rex Buckland, the supposed owner of Buckland's Auction House, carefully carried a jewelry tray into Prue Halliwell's empty office and sat it down on her desk. His eyes rested on the locket, which he picked up and fought to open. After a moment of struggling Prue came into the office.

"Rex," Prue greeted in slight surprise as she approached her desk.

Rex hastily dropped the locket back where it had originally sat and turned toward Prue. "Ah, good morning, Prue. I've, uh, left a few things for you to catalogue. A marvelous shipment from an estate back east," he explained quickly, pointing towards the jewelry that was laid out on Prue's desk.

Prue nodded in understanding as she pulled her jacket off and threw it over her chair. "I'll get right on it," she promised.

"Thanks," Rex offered, before leaving the office.

Prue looked at the jewelry in front of her. Her eyes focused on the locket. She reached out, picking it up, and it easily opened for her prying fingers. The locket in her hands glowed, a fierce wind picked up in her office, slamming her door shut. Prue jumped slightly, her eyes wide with surprise as Matthew appeared in front of her amidst the wind.

Matthew held his arms out and took a deep refreshing breath. "At last, freedom," he observed with relief. He looked around at his surroundings curiously. "And the world has changed…" Matthew turned to Prue whose eyes kept flickering from Matthew to the locket and back again. "What time is this?"

Prue laughed nervously at the question. "Excuse me?" she asked in confusion.

"Where am I?" Matthew replied, his eyes not leaving Prue.

"Who are you?" Prue countered, beginning to overcome the original shock.

"Matthew Tate," Matthew answered as if it was obvious. Prue still stared at him in confusion and he continued. "… and if you freed me from that locket you are a descendant of Melinda Warren," he added, quickly approaching Prue.

Prue watched him approach and reach out for her. She panicked and used her power to push him away from her. He flew across the room, hit the wall, and fell to the ground.

"Thank you," Matthew said, taking a moment to catch his breath before pushing himself back to his feet.

Prue bit her lip slightly and nervously backed up a step. "For what?" she demanded softly, her eyes narrowed.

Matthew smiled and took a few steps back toward her. "I tricked you into using your power on me. Now I have it," he explained. Matthew narrowed his eyes and the chair next to Prue, flew up against her, pushing her up against the wall.

Prue gasped as she was flung against the wall and struggled to get away from the chair and the man before her.

Matthew laughed at her vulnerability and 'blinked' out. Prue felt the release and pushed the chair away from her before bolting for the door. She stopped when Matthew blinked in behind her and called out to her. "Behind you, witch."

Prue spun back around to face him, trying to back up toward the door. "How did you do that?" she questioned as he once again approached her.

"I can share your powers but you can't share mine," he answered cryptically.

"What do you want?" Prue demanded.

Matthew leaned slightly toward her. "I want what Melinda took from me. I want all three powers back," he replied harshly. Matthew grabbed Prue by the arm, forcing it none-too-gently behind her back. His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against him. "Defend yourself, stop time," he whispered in her ear.

"I can't," Prue breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. She felt his grip tighten on her arm as he pulled it back farther causing a sharp pain to shoot through her. She flinched and he, apparently, decided he believed her.

"Ah, so you're not alone. There are others…" Matthew realized. He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching down the hall. He blinked over to Prue's desk and picked up her name plaque. "And the family name is now Halliwell…?"

"Prue, are you okay in there?" came Rex's voice from the other side of the door.

Matthew used Prue's power to break the glass of her window and jumped out.

Prue ran to the edge of the window to see what happened to Matthew. He had fallen the twelve stories and landed neatly on both feet, amongst some people sitting around and drinking coffee. Several people cast him surprised glances as he walked by, grabbing food off plates as he passed. Prue, carefully massaging her sore arm grabbed her jacket and her purse and ran out, needing to get home fast.

Halliwell Manor

"So, I suggested we add crab sauté to the, uh, lunch menu and it was great. Sold out. Do you like crab, Leo?" Piper wondered as she paced around the kitchen where Leo was under the sink trying to fix a busted pipe.

"You know what I'd love, Piper?" Leo replied from under the sink.

Piper smiled and leaned forward eagerly. "What's that?" she asked sweetly.

"Is the, uh, ratchet extension. Could you hand that to me?" Leo questioned. He held his hand out for the tool as Piper knelt down next to his tool box and looked over everything.

"Sure," Piper agreed, but began nervously biting her lip when she realized she had no idea what he was talking about. Phoebe came up behind Piper and knelt down beside her. She pulled out the ratchet extension and helpfully passed it to Piper. Piper was relieved, but decided to cover it up in case Leo was paying attention. "I know that," she whispered, before dropping the tool in Leo's hand. "Here you go," she told him cheerfully.

Leo smiled to himself. "Thanks," he responded gratefully.

Phoebe pointedly nudged Piper in a silent order to make a move already, but Piper stubbornly refused and vainly tried to make Phoebe leave. Eventually, both sisters got up and Piper began to push Phoebe out of the kitchen. "Be right back, Leo," she called as she pushed Phoebe out and followed.

"No problem," Leo answered, continuing his work on the sink.

"Stop it," Piper whispered as soon as she and Phoebe had made it into the dining room.

Phoebe turned to look at Piper with a half-smile. "My sentiments exactly. Stop hinting around and ask him out already. Give him some of your crab," she suggested, trying to push Piper into making the move since she should already know how he would respond. Not to mention she had made the first move before and it had turned out fairly well.

"Don't be disgusting," Piper snapped with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't be so shy," Phoebe countered with a look that clearly said she thought Piper's shyness was infuriating to work with.

Piper shook her head nervously. "What if he says no?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

Phoebe laughed at the thought. "Yeah, like that'll happen."

"No, I'm serious."

"So am I," Phoebe reiterated, crossing her arms at her elder sister's stubbornness.

"I'm very serious. I've never… you know…" Piper trailed off pointedly, a little embarrassed to admit it.

Phoebe couldn't help but laugh a little. "You're kidding, right?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. She hadn't realized how shy Piper apparently was.

Piper shook her head, blushing slightly. "No."

"You've never asked a guy out before?" Phoebe repeated, appearing stunned at the revelation. She rolled her eyes and looked away for a moment. "I don't understand. Am I the only person in this family who's inherited the take-a-chance gene?"

"Probably because if I remember my biology correctly, it's attached to the can't-mind-my-own-business gene," Piper replied sarcastically.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes playfully. "Ooh. Go!" she ordered, spinning Piper around and pushing her back into the kitchen where Leo was just coming out from under the sink.

"Well, part of the pipe is stuck. I'm almost finished here," Leo explained, putting a few of his tools back in his toolbox.

Piper nodded slightly. "Terrific. Can I get you some tea?" she offered, pointing toward the refrigerator.

"Yeah, that'd be great," Leo said with a smile.

Piper turned away to the refrigerator as Phoebe came back into the kitchen, deciding to provide an opening for her shy elder sister. "You know what would be great?" Phoebe questioned, leaning against the counter casually.

Piper took the tea out and placed it next to Phoebe on the counter. "Nothing," she breathed, sending a glare at her little sister. She reached up for a glass when Phoebe jumped up on the counter and accidently knocked the tea off. Piper jumped and threw her hands out, freezing the drink before it spilled all over Leo, who had gone back under the sink.

Phoebe was frozen in shock as Piper looked quickly around for something to catch the tea in. "Leo?" Piper called, hoping he was frozen and wouldn't notice anything.

"Frozen," Phoebe pointed out helpfully. "Quick, have your way with him," she suggested with a short laugh at the thought.

"Do you never stop?" Piper asked, grabbing a bucket and holding it under the tea.

Phoebe laughed and brought her hands up as if she was holding a camera. "Looks like a Kodak moment to me," she teased, causing Piper to blush even more.

"Phoebe, you're such a help," Piper commented, the sarcasm evident in her voice.

"Smile!" Phoebe joked, clicking an imaginary button. Piper glared impatiently at Phoebe as the room unfroze and the tea fell into the bucket. Leo didn't notice anything until Prue came walking into the kitchen.

"You guys we are in serious trouble," Prue announced immediately, not realizing Leo was in the room.

Phoebe and Piper exchanged a glance and furiously pointed to Leo under the sink as a warning to Prue.

Prue halted and forced a smile. "Uh, hi Leo," she greeted politely.

"Hey, Prue," came Leo's response.

"Hey, uh, sisters upstairs now," Prue ordered with a slight nod to Leo and a point toward the next floor. Phoebe jumped down from the counter, quickly following. Piper placed the bucket of tea on the counter before dashing after them.

Piper immediately began to pace back and forth around the attic as Prue filled her and Phoebe in about Matthew. Phoebe had sat down on the couch, listening.

"What did you say his name was?" Piper asked, continuing her pacing while casting nervous glances toward her sisters.

Prue was pacing in front of her sisters while playing with the locket in her hand. "Matthew Tate and somehow he knows we're related to Melinda Warren," she replied, raising her eyebrows as she looked down at the locket.

Phoebe was silent for a while in thought. "Book of Shadows Melinda? Our ancestor?" she questioned in surprise.

"The one who burned at the stake and started this whole mess," Piper commented while Prue gave a slight nod.

"Uh, he came out of the locket. And he has strong powers. Stronger than mine, I mean, he did the weirdest thing. One minute he was in front of me, the next he was behind me, and then twelve stories down he landed right on his feet," Prue added as a warning.

"If it walks like a warlock and talks like a warlock," Phoebe muttered with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah, well, he's powerful and he means business. And he wants all three of our powers," Prue warned.

"Can I see the locket?" Phoebe asked, holding her hand out to Prue.

Prue nodded and dropped the locket in her baby sister's hand. "We have to figure out who he is before he finds the two of you."

Phoebe flipped the locket open and was pulled into a premonition.

Melinda Warren smiling as Matthew was sucked into the locket.

She hesitated a moment before speaking while both pairs of her sisters' eyes turned to look at her expectantly. "You said Matthew came out of the locket? I think I just saw Melinda put him in," Phoebe explained.

"But you only see the future," Piper pointed out, her eyes narrowed uncertainly.

Phoebe shrugged in response. "Not anymore," she decided, glancing down at the locket suspiciously.

"We always knew that our powers would grow," Prue reminded them.

Phoebe frowned in disappointment and pushed the locket back into Paige's hand. "Yes, but somehow I thought I was going to get to fly," she lamented, dropping her head in her hands.

Jedi Master Buffy Naberrie's Apartment

Buffy, Willow, little Padme, and Angel were in the midst of eating lunch as they listened to the news.

"This morning witnesses claim they saw a man fall twelve stories. Twist? He apparently got up and walked away unharmed," the reporter was saying on the news.

"Sith?" Willow wondered as she glanced at her friend and former Master.

"I don't know," said Buffy as she thought about it for a moment "If it is, he didn't come here on a ship. Which means Glorificus trained someone before Revan imprisoned her."

"How would a Sith, either born here or from offworld, know to target your cousin?" asked Angel, assuming that this was one of the cousins Revan had told them about. "I assume that is one of your cousins. They haven't even been trained, yet."

Buffy looked at Angel wondering the same thing. "I don't know," she said.

Halliwell Manor

In the attic the three sisters formed the points of a triquetra around the Wiccan alter where they performed spells. Prue sat next to Phoebe, who sat next to Piper, who sat next to Prue, completing the triquetra.

"Am I the only one having second thoughts about this?" Piper wondered, nervously playing with the end of her jacket.

"Yes," Phoebe answered.

Prue glanced from one sister to the next, around the circle. "We don't really have any other options," she pointed out, not sounding too happy with the plan herself, but realizing they had limited choices.

"But aren't we like raising the dead? What if she comes back all…" Piper trailed off with a shudder as her imagination ran away with the idea.

"I read the Book of Shadows very carefully. She will come back as a real live person, flesh and blood. And she will have her powers too, our powers," Phoebe reassured them, reaching out and picking up the knife that sat before her.

Piper's eyes landed on the knife. "What's that for?" she demanded, glancing at Prue with a worried look.

"Well, the spell works by blood calling blood, so it shouldn't hurt… much," Phoebe replied, poking her finger with the knife. She gasped as it cut through her skin. "Oh! I lied, I lied!"

Phoebe glanced over Piper recognizing her reluctance. "Okay, come on, Piper, it'll be just like the summer by the lake. Remember when we made the blood oath to be friends forever, not just sisters?" she reminded her pointedly.

Prue carefully took the knife from Phoebe as Piper shook her head at the thought. "I remember my finger got infected," Piper countered, biting her lip.

Prue stuck her finger with the knife quickly. "Ow. Yeah, but the oath worked," she pointed out, handing the knife toward Piper.

"And I couldn't go into the water for three weeks. Don't hand me that knife…" Piper pleaded, pulling away from the alter slightly.

"What is your problem?" Phoebe asked her middle sister.

"I can't stand the sight of blood," Piper replied, hugging herself in an attempt to keep calm.

Prue narrowed her eyes slightly. "Evil beings have blown up in our attic…"

"Disintegrated before your very eyes…" Phoebe continued.

"Athames have even been thrown in our faces and you are afraid of poking your finger?" Prue finished with a roll of her eyes.

Piper took a deep breath and held her finger out to Prue. "Okay, just cut my finger." She relented, looking away and closing her eyes.

Prue frowned slightly and passed the knife to Phoebe. "You do it," she ordered.

Phoebe nodded and quickly poked Piper's finger before she could change her mind. "Ow!" Piper yelled, jumping and pulling her hand away.

"Okay, here," Prue responded, bringing out the opened locket so that everyone could reach it. All four sisters squeezed their fingers, allowing a few drops of blood to fall into the locket. Phoebe took it from Prue, closed it, and dropped it in the Wiccan bowl.

"Melinda Warren, blood of our blood…" Phoebe began the chant.

The sisters joined hands and chanted together. "…Our great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother…"

"…We summon thee," Phoebe finished with a wide smile.

White orbs filled the room and disappeared to reveal Melinda Warren. Piper's mouth dropped in surprise, while Phoebe smiled.

Melinda took a deep breath of air and her blue eyes flickered over the three women in front of her. "Oh, blessed be."

Jedi Master Buffy Naberrie's Apartment

Buffy sat in the middle of a circle of candles, her eyes closed in deep mediation. She pulled on the training that Yoda had given her years ago on how to commune with the Force Ghost, Revan.

"Hello, my daughter."

Buffy opened her eyes and looked toward her ancestor. "Hello, my ancestor," she said. "The cousins you told me about I have identified. But one appears to possibly be targeted by a Sith. Since your reveal of my cousins' existence I know that no ships have entered the system as we received no word from the Mon Calamari cruiser in orbit. Which begs the question. Did Glorificus have an apprentice here on Earth. Someone she might have trained?"

"I do not know," Revan replied. "It is conceivable as there was a time when I had no indication of where she was. Yet did she not tell you she had no apprentice?"

"Since she had been in stasis for eight hundred years," Buffy said. "It could be construed that she meant she had no apprentice, now. Not that she had not taken one during your time here on Earth."

"It is possible," Revan said. "If there are Sith here, then they have no affiliation with the Sith of the galaxy. As they are likely Earth born. It is conceivable that Glorificus taught someone the ways of the Sith just as I taught the Knights of Bynatium the Jedi Arts. But as you know now there are Force sensitives on this world. It is not a huge stretch of the imagination that someone could become Sith. And it would be easy to believe that the powers of both Jedi and Sith are magical in nature. Especially when the Force gifts those so inclined in the ability to use magic, just as it has done with your distant cousins and your friend, Willow, and your niece, Aurora."

Buffy got up of the bed and moved to a desk where she picked up the genealogy that Giles had drawn up for her. "Then I should meet with them now, instead of later. For if this man is a Sith, then my cousins are in great danger." She then turned and walked out of the room as Revan waved a ghostly hand and the candles went out.