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Chapter 7: Christening

Phoebe and Cole both jumped up at the sight of their child; the boy they thought was long since dead. Cole was smiling while Phoebe looked slightly nervous as she bit her lip. This was her son, her precious baby. She watched with baited breath as Cole went over to shake the tall mans hand. "Hi, I'm Cole. Cole Turner. I guess your father." Cole laughed nervously.

The Source smiled; his smile reminded Phoebe of Cole so much. She studied his face, noticing how he looked exactly like Cole, except he had a smaller nose that was not unlike her own. His eyes were the same blue color, and his hair, although much longer, going down to his shoulders, was the same ebony color of Cole's. His build was the same, though he was a little taller than Cole. All in all, he was his father's son through and through. She was shaken out of her thoughts by Cole's voice. "Phoebe, are you ok?"

"What? Oh, yes, yes of course. I'm sorry but you look exactly like your father. It's uncanny." The witch said looking at her son.

The Source grinned and nodded, noticing the resemblance as well. "Yes, but I have your nose." He replied, allowing his parents their first glimpse at his intelligence and astuteness. Taking his hands from behind his back, he handed his mother a bouquet of roses. "These are for you."

Phoebes face lit up. There's good in him after all, she thought with excitement. "Thank you." She said while smelling the scent.

Cole patted him on the back. "Come. Come sit down." He gestured to the couches.

The parents sat down on the love seat, while the son took a spot on one of the chairs. A peaceful silence loomed while the three looked at each other. The Source studied his parents, while the parents looked upon their son's face for the first time. "So," Phoebe broke the silence. "Do you have a name?"

The Source smiled, knowing this was going to be the first question. "The Source." He replied with a laugh.

Cole smiled, while Phoebe frowned in sadness. The thought of her own son not having a name repulsed her. "You don't have a name?" She asked, hoping he was joking.

A nod came from the Source. "No, my parents haven't named me yet." He replied, flashing them a grin that seemed out considering he was the Source of All Evil.

"Well, what would you like?" Cole inquired interestedly.

"Hm," The Source thought out loud, remembering what he had read in the history books. "Well, I would like to continue the tradition of the Halliwell witches." He replied, looking Phoebe straight in the eyes.

Phoebe chirped at this, loving the fact that he knew enough about the family to know about their traditions. "So you want a name beginning with P?"

"As well as my last name to be Halliwell. If it's ok with you, that is?" The Source nodded, staring at Cole.

Cole shrugged. "Why not? I'm technically dead anyway." He laughed. "Plus good respects it, demons fear it."

A smile lit up Phoebe's delicate features, as her brain moved a mile a minute thinking up a good name. Taking a page out of Piper's book, she came up with a perfect name in her opinion. "How about Payton Turner Halliwell? This way it incorporates everything; a P name to go with our heritage, Turner in honor of your father, and Halliwell just as you wanted. What do you say?"

Cole smiled at his only son. "That name suits you."

The Source smiled as well. "Payton Turner Halliwell. Yeah, I could live with that." But his good mood took a drastic turn as memories of his attack popped into his mind. He attacked his mother and father…his family. That was something that didn't go away easily. But he would work to regain their trust, even if it were the last thing he did.

"What's wrong, Payton?" Phoebe asked using his new name. She was still giddy at the thought of her son being alive. Sure, back when she was pregnant she wasn't too thrilled with the thought, but now…now she couldn't help but want her child.

"It's just that," Payton began, wondering how to approach the matter. "I tried to kill you, my own parents. And here you are, graciously accepting me, I'm ashamed." The demon frowned, sadness overcoming his features.

Phoebe moved over to her son, and wrapped her arms around him, placing him in a hug. "It's not your fault. You didn't know it was us, after all. You were used as weapon; no one taught you anything. If it's any ones fault, it's ours. We should have known about you." She cooed, rocking back and forth.

For the first time in his life, tears came down Payton's face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so stupid. I should have known." He muttered as he embraced his mother.

Cole spoke in a soothing voice, seeing how much pain his son was in. "Don't worry about it, son. No one was hurt. No harm, no foul."

Payton nodded, looked up to his mother and whispered, "I have a favor to ask."

"What is it?" Cole and Phoebe both inquired at the same time, both hoping to make a good impression on their only son. Whatever the favor was they would do it. They'd do it for him and the time the family missed due to the machinations of a demoness.

Payton looked from his mother to his father. "I want to be a kid again. I want to have the childhood that was stolen from me. I want you to raise me. But for that to happen, I need you to reverse the spell that's on me."

Phoebe was shocked; thrilled and excited as well, but shocked none-the-less. She had not expected him to want that. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes, it is." Was his simple response.

"Well," Phoebe said smiling at Cole; who, in turn, nodded with a smile. "I'll get working on the spell right away."

Payton put his hand up, not wanting his parents to go out of their way. "Take your time. I have some things I need to take care of before we do anything. I have someone I must protect."

Cole smirked at his son, a knowing look entering his eye. "The Oracle?"

Payton smiled with a blush at the thought of Selia. Who, in his opinion, was the most beautiful, talented, and amazing Oracle ever. "Selia. Yes, she is the love of my life. If anything were to happen to her, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

A comfortable silence over took the room as the occupants lost themselves in their own thoughts. Cole broke the silence with a question. "How is it that you have the markings of Belthazor if Belthazor was dead when you were conceived?"

"I'm surprised. I had heard that Belthazor's greatness was due to him being so smart, I would have thought you knew that answer yourself." Payton teased. "To answer your question; when Belthazor was 'vanquished' were you still alive after?" At Cole's nod he continued. "So tell me how could a person who's being is entwined with a demon who was vanquished still be alive? The answer is he can't. Belthazor was not vanquished but was alive and well. You simply didn't have the magic to turn back into the demon. Even though you didn't have the magic, his DNA, his essence, was still within you. I trust the potion was of the power stripping variety?"

Cole was amazed at the brilliance of his son. He, at his peak, was never as clever or knowledgeable as his son was. "How did you become so smart?"

"Well, when I was in the time loops, I was researching both of you. That's how I knew about the P names. I hope you don't mind?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in questioning.

Phoebe let out a laugh. "Why would we mind you trying to find out information about your family?" Payton shrugged, which earned another laugh from Phoebe. "Would you like to stay for dinner? All the family's going to be here." Phoebe asked her son.

Payton frowned. "Are you sure it's wise? I mean… I don't want to intrude."

"Intrude? This is your home, you're never intruding." Phoebe comforted, knowing that he was still conscientious about his time as the Source. Phoebe, however, meant everything she had said; she doesn't blame him at all. In fact, deep within, she blamed herself tremendously. If she had just fought harder, longer, then maybe, just maybe, Payton would have been born the normal way, rather than being ripped from her womb and left to die. Making the promise to herself that she would make it up to him, Phoebe turned her attention back to her son.

Payton grinned. "Well then, I got to go get a few items. Would you like to come, dad?"

Cole nodded and stood up, walking towards the door as Payton followed closely behind. "Where are we going?" He asked, as the door closed and their images went off into the distance.

Phoebe watched as her son, and his father disappeared in a swirl of flames. With a smile, she yelled to Piper. "Piper, Payton's staying for dinner."

"Who's Payton?" She heard her other sister retort from inside the kitchen.

A glow of happiness shone on Phoebe's face. "My son!" She called out in a singsong voice. Skipping into the kitchen, she engulfed her sister in a huge hug.

The father and son tandem landed in front of a florist in Paris. Heading into the shop, Payton grabbed two bouquets of flowers, walking up to the register he paid for the items. Leaving the store with his father in tow, he walked not far down the street into a wine shop. Looking at the wines, Payton was completely lost. "Ah, what's good?" He asked his father, hoping for some semblance of knowhow from the man.

Cole shrugged, reading the label of a red wine. "I have no idea."

"Thanks for the help." Payton grumbled, grabbing a random bottle of wine and paying for it, a few seconds later the two flamed back to San Francisco. Arriving in front of the manor, Payton rang the bell. His stomach filled with butterflies when he heard footsteps walking to open the door. Looking at his father, all the ex-demon did was give him a comforting smile. With a grunt, the new member of the family waited for the door to open.

Phoebe answered the door distractedly. Looking at who it was, she frowned at the thought of her son ringing the bell to get into his own house. "Payton, Cole, what are you doing ringing the bell?"

Payton squirmed. "I didn't want to just walk in."

Phoebe shook her head. He's the former Source of All Evil, but yet his manners are second to none, she thought with a smile. Welcoming them in, she escorted the two guys into the dinning room. Looking over his mother's shoulder, Payton got his first view of the whole family at once: Piper, Leo, Paige, Wyatt, baby Wyatt, and a man Payton didn't know were already sitting at the table. Standing at the head of the table, Phoebe raised her hands at her son. "This," The witch exclaimed, excitedly. "Is Payton Turner Halliwell."

Payton stood in front of everyone with a nervous smile. He looked at the faces of each of the other occupants and noticed no anger, nor hatred. To say he was surprised would be an understatement. After all, just a little over a week ago he tried to kill most of them, and now they're inviting him into their home. Right then and there he made himself a promise; he would protect these people like his life depended on it.

Each member of the family took a good look at the new member. All of them couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance of Cole and Payton; if you saw the two from behind you'd think they were the same person. But yet even with the resemblance, you could see Phoebe in Payton. Although her nose was the most prominent feature, he also had her dimples.

"Um, hello." He said timidly. "These are for you." Walking over to Paige, and Piper, he handed them both a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for everything I did before. I hope, in time, you can forgive me?" Payton said while looking in his aunts' eyes, their nods of approval making him smile. He then walked over to Leo, and gave him the bottle of wine. The whitelighter accepted it with a smile and a handshake.

After the introductions the only one left was the baby in Victors arms. "This is Wyatt, well him just as a baby." Phoebe said while pointing to the older Wyatt, who, in response, just cocked an eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink.

"So you summoned Wyatt here to fight me?" Payton asked his mother, while he examined the little boy that was in his grandfather's arms.

Wyatt nodded, placing his bottle down on the table. "Yeah, but I wouldn't fight you. Can't go vanquishing my best friend now can I?" He laughed. "In fact, you warned me before I was pulled back to the past that I better not vanquish you, or there'd be hell to pay…literally." He said, remembering the discussion the two had had just minutes before he was pulled back in time; an action that he had known was coming for some time before.

Victor handed Wyatt to Piper and took a seat across from Payton. Studying his new grandson's features, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Whoa, when you invited me to a last minute dinner Phoebe, I never expected to be getting another grandson."

Phoebe put an arm around her father, kissing him on the cheek. "Don't worry dad, pretty soon he'll be Wyatt's size. That is, if you still want to do what we were talking about before?" She finished the last part looking up to her son with hopeful eyes.

Payton saw the look in his mother's eyes. Even though he only knew her for a couple of hours, he couldn't deny that look. It was pure, undiluted joy. "Yeah, don't worry mother, I'm not going to change my mind. And plus, if I'm Wyatt's best friend that means we've had to have grown up together." Looking over to his cousin, Payton noticed his nod, which confirmed it.

Phoebe smiled and moved her gaze over to Piper. "He called me mother." She chirped out.

Piper smiled as well, happy that Phoebe was so thrilled about her son. Who was, in fact, a very nice guy…even if he was the former Source of All Evil "Yes, I heard. Now can we eat?" She said as everyone dug in.

Half way through the meal, Paige always obsessing over magic, asked Payton a question. "What was the spell you used to protect yourself against the power of three?"

"It's a spell I created after reading the passage of the Twice Blessed. It goes 'the power of the Twice blessed will..."

"Save me from eternal rest." Wyatt interrupted mid sentence.

Payton looked at his cousin astonished. "How do you know it?"

Wyatt smirked. "It saves us a great deal in the future."

Piper was confused. "Wait, wait, how come you call yourself the twice blessed, when Wyatt was born on the Sabbath?"

"The Wicca Sabbath that is true." Payton agreed. "But whoever told you about the prophecy must not have known it's exact words. It's the prophecy of the twice blessed, not blessed twice. It speaks of two great powers, both born on a Sabbath. Wyatt was born on the Wicca Sabbath, while I was born on the Warlock Sabbath. Jupiter and Mars were aligned when I was, well left in the cage." He said with a sheepish smile. "It's the Sabbath for the warlocks because it was the day that the demonic council died. The day warlocks would grab hold to control the underworld."

Everyone nodded in understanding, but Cole wanted to learn more about his son. "So what powers do you have?"

"Well, my witch powers are Telekinesis, Astral Projection, Levitation, and Premonitions. My demonic powers are flaming in and out, Flame throwing, Reconstitution, Summoning, Shape shifting, Transmutation, Thermal balls, and Energy Projection; that blue light thing I do." He finished with a smile.

"What about the fire balls, and that eye thing? And what's summoning?" Paige asked as she took another bite of her food.

Payton shook his head. "Those aren't exactly my powers. Those powers are left from when the Source possessed me. He left me the fireballs, conjuring, eye beams, ability to possess people, as well as other mind powers. And summoning is a demonic version of what you do. It's how I got out of the crystal cage."

"When the Source possessed you?" Phoebe frightfully asked. She had no idea the leader of the demons possessed him too. If the math worked out then Payton was innocent of more then just the attacks that happened over the last month.

Payton nodded grimly. "When I was still in your womb. He took control of me, and you. The only time I was actually in control was when you fought that demon secretary, and when that tall demon came after you. The other times it was him." Payton looked over to Paige. "I didn't hate you, the Source did. He would have ruled the world if it wasn't for you. You were the one who reconstituted the Charmed ones; it was you who vanquished him. Oh, and it definitely wasn't me who changed your melon into meat—but I don't like melon for future knowledge." He laughed. "But it was me who threw away the iced tea. Sorry about that by the way." Payton grinned, while the family listened intently. "The Source's essence is what the Seer actually used to make herself the Source. She dumped me into the tomb to feed off my magic for the rest of her existence. I was always your son; it was the Source that you felt the pit of darkness from. I'm sorry if I hurt you with any of my powers." Payton finished solemnly.

"You remember that stuff from the womb?" Piper asked in a mix of confusion and amazement.

"No," Payton replied, shaking his head. "I didn't even remember who I was when I was first awakened. After finding out the truth, I had a vision of all that happened while the Source possessed me. Then I did some research to fill in the blanks."

The rest of the night passed by with everyone learning about Payton. His attacks, although still in the back of their minds, were forgotten about. A new slate was in front of Payton. Whatever was written on it was his choice. This time, he wasn't being twisted into being something. "So you'll come back when you're ready?" Phoebe asked as she scanned her son, searching for any hint of indecision. She wanted to make sure the boy truly wanted to be brought back to his age and it wasn't just to make her happy.

Payton smiled. "Of course, I will. It should only be a day or two."

Wyatt pushed himself off the wall that he was leaning against and stepped towards his cousin. "Well, I'll get working on that spell."

"Thank you, thank you everyone. This means a lot to me." Payton whispered with teary eyes. After saying his goodbye, Payton flamed out of the house. In his mind he was rehearsing what he planned to say to Selia. Speaking to Selia was more nerve racking than meeting his family was, in his mind at least.