Note: Because there are so many 'P' names in Charmed I usually mix up Penny and Patty and which one is which. So for me and anyone else who needs it, Penny is Grams, and Patty is The Charmed Ones Mom.
Chapter 1
After work, Liz went home to her apartment. Normally she'd stop by her cousin's place, Halliwell Manor, but today she just didn't feel up to keeping her mask of normalcy in place in front of Phoebe and her other cousins.
She went about her regular coming home after work routine. Closing the front door behind her she kicked off her heels next to the left of the entrance, crossing to the other side of the room in her stocking feet she turned on her iHome and listened to the sound of 80's rock coming from the speakers.
Liz made her way into the kitchen and poured a half a glass of red wine. She didn't have many vices, besides sleeping with Cole, but she loved having a single glass of wine after a busy work day.
As she walked back out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa she couldn't stop the guilt that weighed heavily on her soul. Sleeping with Phoebe's fiancée was one of the worst things she had ever done in her twenty three years on this earth. Sure she's had moments she wasn't proud of in the past, but nothing like this.
She honestly didn't know how it all started; she didn't know how she would get out of it when the time came. If she had stayed in Roswell none of this would have been an issue. She would have eventually met her cousins of course but she wouldn't have taken the secretary job Cole offered her and she certainly wouldn't be with Cole now.
Maybe if her parents had told her earlier about magic and witches and demons she wouldn't have run to San Francisco in search of cousins who didn't even know she existed. Mom, it turned out, was the great-granddaughter of Philippa Warren and Redmond Baxter. They were Penny Halliwell's grandparents.
Philippa and Redmond had two children, one girl, Priscilla, and one boy, Mason, but because it was believed that the magical line passed down through the females, Mason Baxter, their son had no idea that his children or any other future generations would get any magical abilities. Something that he was grateful for.
Mason Baxter had two sons; Derik and Eric, with his wife Mary, neither of them had powers and grew up completely normal and mostly unaware of magic. Mom's Uncle Derik married but didn't have any children. While Grandpa Eric, Mom's Dad, married Jennifer Roland and they had Nancy, who was the first generation from Mason's lineage to exhibit powers.
Mom had the ability of premonitions. However because the magical information from their line was passed down through Mason's sister, Mom had zero idea about what was going on and kept her magic a secret from everyone, including her family.
She would help innocents when she could but she hadn't followed every premonition she had until her sophomore year of college when the Elders finally sent a whitelighter to help her and teach her about the craft and her family line.
Mom fought demons and helped innocents for four years until she met Dad. As far as she knew, Mom completely stopped fighting demons after that. Liz didn't know why she stopped, Mom, even after telling Liz about magic and all the other supernatural things, hadn't told her the reason for quitting the demon fighting biz.
For years Liz never knew about witches, demons, whitelighters, or anything magical besides the crap she saw on TV. Then the aliens came into her life, odd huh, how aliens could open the door that her mother had kept firmly closed for sixteen years.
Maria would call it fate that her destiny must be so amazing that fate stepped in and put her in front of that bullet so Max could heal her and remove the spell her mother cast. Despite Liz's knowledge of magic, she just thought it was coincidence.
The way Max's healing ability worked was when he connected with the injured party he healed what was wrong or broken or foreign. With the spell suppressing a perfectly natural and genetic side of her Max felt something was wrong and removed the block and it brought forth everything.
She hadn't felt much different for a few days after that, anything odd that she felt she brushed off and attributed it Max's healing. However it didn't take long for Liz to realize that things she was noticing couldn't be connected to Max or the aliens at all.
Objects that she was looking for would suddenly be next to her; at first she could shrug it off and think her eyes just passed over it. However it started happening more than mere coincidence could explain away. Then one day she saw absolute proof that she was different.
Running late for school she'd been searching her bedroom for her house keys. She heard Maria getting impatient from the living room, calling at her to hurry up when out of the corner of her eye she saw the pair of jeans she wore yesterday floating in the air. It jerked in the air a couple times and out popped her keys, the keys then proceeded to float toward her and dangle in the air in front of her face until she grabbed them. It didn't take her long to seek out and question Max about what he and the other aliens could do but none of the powers he mentioned were anything like what she did in her room.
Tired of sitting still Liz finished up her wine and stood up from the couch. She'd been immobile for too long, her hands were itching to make a new potion to put in her Book of Shadows. Liz went to her bedroom and pulled out the book. It has always been a thick book but the majority of the pages had been blank when she got it from her mother.
Setting the book on the bed she opted to make herself more comfortable and get out of her work clothes before starting. She made quick work of her blouse and tossed it in her laundry basket. Walking over to her dresser drawer she didn't notice the blue glowing orbs coming in behind her.
"No time to explain, the sisters need you." A familiar voice spoke as he touched her shoulder and orbed her to the Halliwell Manor, still dressed in her skirt and her corset undergarment.
TBC
Note: Next chapter will be posted a couple days after Halloween.
