Warnings: I do not own or claim to own any rights to the television show "Charmed" or the characters created within said show, this is purely fanfiction written from a devoted fan of the series.
15+ Mild to strong language, moderate to strong violence, witchcraft, sexual innuendos, and scenes of a sexual nature.
F/F, F/M, M/M, Gen, Other +

PJ Thorne was the first of Phoebe Halliwell's children to walk into the waiting room of lawyer Mr. Richard Hartley where she was instantly greeted by a friendly blonde haired male receptionist who greeted her, ask for her information and told the detective to take a seat within the seating area in the waiting room to which she complied.
PJ did not have to wait long while in the seating area before she noticed a male stranger walk into the room, well a stranger to her anyways. She listened carefully learning the male's name was Percy Ford as he too was greeted by the receptionist and examined his behavior as the well dressed man flirted with the blonde receptionist while giving him information before Percy made his way to the seating area, choosing to sit directly next to the detective.
"Hey, I am…" Percy said, beginning to introduce himself to the raven-haired detective.
"Percy Ford, I overheard you little flirtation with the receptionist." PJ replied abruptly. "I am guessing you're here for the hearing of the same will as I am. So, how do you know Phoebe Halliwell and do you know why the hell she would include me in her will?"
"Honestly, I have absolutely no idea who this woman is but knowing she somehow knew us both…two perfect strangers, has got me highly intrigued to whatever is about to take place." Percy informed her.
"Ford, are you part of the Ford family dynasty? The family that practically owns this city." PJ questioned the socialite. "Before you answer I am going to say yes for you after realizing the obviously expensive suit you are wearing."
"Hardly a dynasty anymore…maybe once but it is just my mother and I now." Percy admitted with a sense of sadness. "But yeah we do practically own this city or rather I have shares in any business within the city limits that are even remotely successful…courtesy of my dearly departed father."
"Which begs to question why would some trust fund brat be in the same will as myself…it is hardly like the two of us keep the same company!" PJ wondered.
"We may not keep the same company but clearly we have the same stranger who has some kind of interest in us…" Percy stated, making it clear they were connected in the not knowing of who Phoebe Halliwell was.
"I did some research on Mrs. Phoebe Halliwell, she was a successful advice columnist, novelist, has a degree in psychology…none of which remotely ties me to this woman…in fact nothing does…unless of course…" PJ speculated with Percy.
"She is your biological birth mother, purely going on the hunch you were adopted…like me." Percy suggested, wondering in that moment if he had just sat down next to his biological sister.
"I was about to get to that theory," PJ told the man she was beginning to speculate was her brother. "It cannot be a coincidence two adopted children attend a stranger's will without said stranger being related to them somehow."
"Make that a possibility of three adopted children," Percy said as he and PJ noticed Peyton walking into the waiting room, making her way over to the blonde-haired receptionist.
In that moment both PJ and Percy believed they had cracked the mystery behind the woman that was Phoebe Halliwell and who she may mean to them but little did either the detective or the socialite know that the revelation they might be related was just the beginning of revelations that awaited them.

"A house, this Phoebe Halliwell has left us three the house?" Peyton asked lawyer Richard Hartley in shock, as she sat in the middle seat with Percy to her right and PJ to her left, while all three of them looked in front of them where Richard sat behind the desk within his office.
"As well as a 30% split of estate with the remaining 10% going to Phoebe's chosen charities and a financial lump sum of 1 million each." Richard replied to Peyton.
"Wait she left us a million each?" PJ questioned, stunned by the amount of money.
"Do not get too excited a million sounds big to some I suppose but it does not go a long way." Percy told PJ, before turning his attention to the lawyer. "This estate the Halliwell Manor…just how many repairs does it need?"
"Well the Halliwell Manor is a beautiful Victorian home built by the Halliwell's themselves and has been kept within the Halliwell line for generations so like many buildings similar to it, it will need a lot of love, care and perhaps hefty repair costs." Richard responded to Percy.
"But I am not a Halliwell so why would she give me a family home?" Peyton wondered, as Percy and PJ's eyes met for a joint eye roll in unison with each other.
"Well you see that is the other thing we are to discuss…according to this will as well as other documentation I've read over…the three of you are Phoebe Halliwell's biological children." Richard revealed to a stunned Peyton.
"Clearly the woman did not want to go to her death without fixing her past mistakes like ditching three children but hey we have a house and a cool million each, so all is forgiven." PJ complained. "No, I could have done with that kind of money growing up hell I could have done with a mother who had that kind of money growing up but instead this bitch is too busy making her millions to step up as a mother."
"I am sure it was not quite like that." Richard replied, attempting to reassure the detective.
"Well I for one do not need her pity money nor do I have any interest owning a home inherited by a family who dumped my ass in foster care." PJ admitted furiously, as she stood up from her seat and turned to look at her newfound siblings Percy and Peyton. "Good to meet you both but please do not feel the need to stay in touch!"
"I cannot believe I own a home…that I am a millionaire…I have more siblings!" Peyton confessed, as PJ stormed out of Richard Hartley's office.
"Can we get the keys to this property and any other documentation we may need please?" Percy asked the lawyer. "I will try to get Miss Thorne in another time when she's a little less pissed, although to be honest I am kind of guessing that's her on a day to day basis."

Peyton willingly agreed to jump in the back of Percy's black city car along with Percy, as his chauffeur drove them to the Halliwell Manor, neither of them deciding to speak to the other for the entire travel, as both struggled to get their heads around the idea that they were both siblings after being strangers just hours ago.
After a very awkward and silent journey to the Halliwell Manor, the two long lost children of Phoebe Halliwell got out of the city car, stepping onto the pavement outside of the home they had just inherited and took in the beauty of the Victorian home located in 1329 Prescott Street.
"Well it most definitely has some character." Percy stated, as he and Peyton began walking up the stairs.
"I think it is beautiful, you can just tell the place holds so much history…our family's history." Peyton replied to her long-lost brother, as the two continued walking up the stairs until they reached the front porch.
"You can have my share of this place I already own enough property in this city and have no interest in learning the history of a family that did not want me, I would rather stick with the one I love." Percy told his newfound sister, as he pulled a key out of his suit jacket pocket and put it into the door, turning it before the two of them walked into their family home.
As Percy and Peyton walked into the foyer of the Halliwell they took in the sight in front of their eyes of this beautiful home which had felt not lived in for so many years, they saw the Livingroom, the dining area and upon further walking into the foyer the sunroom, all of which had furniture covered by white rags.
"I assumed our birth mother must have lived here before she died but it looks like this place has not been lived in for a really long time!" Peyton admitted to Percy, as they both took in the site of their long-lost family's home.
"Her will never stated ownership of any other property so she must have rented or something." Percy guessed, as he continued to look around. "I guess it cannot hurt to look around just one time before signing this place away…"
"I'll take the downstairs, you take upstairs? If we see anything particularly intriguing or something about our parents, we can give the other a shout?" Peyton suggested to the wealthy socialite.
"As an entrepreneur I am far more interested in examining the property than learning about my biological mother's family." Percy lied, not only to Peyton but to himself too, not wanting to admit his growing need to learn more about Phoebe Halliwell.

Peyton took great pleasure in examining the front room of the Halliwell Manor, examining photos on the fire place and counter tops of her biological family recognizing only her mother Phoebe because of a photo the lawyer of Phoebe's will shared with her, Percy and PJ but enjoying the mystery of who all the others could be.
As Peyton made her way back into the foyer and into the nearby living room she began to wonder how many family nights were spent around the sofa, wondering if Phoebe had siblings, cousins, nieces or nephews that she was close to, or even children that she did not give up for adoption.
Peyton walked through the dining room and into the kitchen eager to see her family home's kitchen, having being told by her adoptive mother that the kitchen was the heart of any home, which Peyton truly believed as she walked into the kitchen and found herself mesmerized by it's character and authentic homey feel.
The kitchen being the one room without any rags, looking like it had been used just days ago if not on that same day, the kitchen was the only room she had seen so far that actually looked lived in.
"I guess I can say curiosity got the better of me," PJ admitted to Peyton, as she walked through the kitchen back door, which led to the back garden of the Halliwell home. "I figured you would be straight here after the hearing of the will."
"Yeah I could not wait to finally get the chance to learn something about my bio family, Percy's here too but purely for inspection reasons he claims." Peyton replied to her long-lost sister. "You can tell me a lie about why you are here too if it makes you feel better."
"I am not interested in learning about the woman who dumped me in foster care and forced me to fend for myself since day one." PJ snapped at her, before taking a deep sigh. "Or at least I did not give a damn until today…"
"I understand…I never went looking for my birth parents but now the information is right in front of me I have this sudden urge to learn every little detail that I can." Peyton confessed. "Whether we want to admit or not nobody can help wanting to learn where they came from…"
"Or why they were given away." PJ admitted, as she looked around the kitchen. "This seems like a great home to grow up in, makes you wonder why we didn't…"
"You're a detective, solving mysteries is your thing and we literally have all the information right in front of us…" Peyton began to say. "How about we crack this case together?"

After a quick search of several of the bedrooms and the upstairs bathroom within the Halliwell Manor, forcing himself to not look at anything potentially personal that would tell him more about his mother in the process, Percy had returned to the upstairs hallway when he heard a loud creaking noise and began to walk to the bottom of the attic stairs where he quickly noticed the attic door was open.
"Normally this is the part in every horror movie where I'd scream do not go in there," Percy mumbled to himself, as he began walking up the stairs to the attic. "But then again the movie would be boring with common sense thrown into the mix."
Percy wasted no time walking into the attic of the Halliwell Manor to find sunlight from the attic windows directly shining onto an old large antique book placed carefully on a bookstand, demanding the socialite's attention as he found himself walking towards it.
"So, my birth mother was a stark raving mad witch," Percy guessed as he opened the grimoire to its first page, which revealed its name to him as the book of shadows, before turning the pace to find the spell Dominus Trinus, which had been slightly altered since the charmed days, as he decided to read it out loud. "Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night. The oldest of gods are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring your powers to we siblings three, we want the power, give us the power!"
And just like that the lives of PJ Thorne, Percy Ford and Peyton Price were changed forever...