Ok, so this has been a long time coming, I know. Finally, we're at the end. Sigh. This was the first one I completed on my own. Yay! Anyways, I know it took me a while, but I've had a lot on my plate and I just haven't been in the mood to write in quite some time. I just barely got the fourth chapter of my supernatural fic done as is. So, I hope this is a good enough ending, though I know it's a little cheesy and not very good, because I honestly can't go on. I can't think of anything else to do with it. So, without further ado...Enjoy!

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed!!!!! I hope you all enjoyed this story, and I hope that the ending isn't too bad for you!!!! Any mistakes are my own!

"I could have guessed that you were wishing for a way out,

you can't seem to fall apart without an earthquake,

take my hand and I will show you how to break me,

open up your eyes and see the glare,

she is shining down with roses in her hair."

Chris stood beside her the whole time, keeping a watchful eye on her as he held hands with Bianca. The funeral was calm, just the three of them, with Melinda and their uncles. The funeral pyre was dancing with flames, lighting up the area around them in the darkness.

"Stop looking at me as if I'm gonna break at any second, Chris," Shea's dead voice cut into his thoughts. He snorted, despite the tears building in his eyes, and turned back to the fire. Bianca's hand squeezed his, comforting him.

"Fine," he replied, giving in. She sighed and turned away from the pyre, disappearing into the night before he could stop her. He didn't blame her for not wanting to be there. Wyatt was like a rock, hard to shatter, but easy to break against. His loss brought all of them back to the reality that no one was invincible. If he could move to go after her, he would have. He would have done anything, if it meant he didn't have to stand by the flames consuming what was left of his family.

"She'll come around, you'll see," Bianca whispered. He turned to look at her and nodded.

"Maybe I should..." Bianca cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Give her space. Maybe you should give her some space. She's gotta grieve in her own way, Chris. If it becomes self-destructive, then you step in, but until then she needs her space."

"You're right," he said with a sigh, turning back to watch the flames as they began to die out, "Nothing's ever gonna be the same again, is it? No matter how hard we try."

"No, but that doesn't mean we stop trying to make them the same," she responded, slipping her arms around him and hugging him tight.

"At least I have you. She's all alone," he whispered into her hair. Bianca pulled back and smiled up at him.

"Maybe she's not as alone as you think," was her cryptic reply.

It had been a month and she was absolutely certain of her new predicament. Bianca had been warning her that something was going to happen to her soon, but she had brushed the older woman off, accepting that the phoenix knew something she didn't and moving on. Carefully, she placed the test down on the sink, pushing hair out of her eyes and glaring at her reflection. Her face betrayed her real feelings. Chris knocked on the door and she jumped out of her thoughts.

"Can I come in? I need to grab something out of the cabinet," he stated, already pushing the door open as she grabbed the test and hid it behind her back. It wouldn't do for him to find out like that, anyhow. She preferred telling him herself. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. He spotted the discarded box in the trash and looked up at her with curious, hopeful eyes. Maybe this would mean she'd go back to some kind of normal, instead of laying around on the living room couch all day. Maybe she'd live again.

"Yes, Chris," she sighed, "I took a pregnancy test. It came out positive."

"So, Bianca was right. Remind me not to ever doubt her again," he replied. Shea laughed and deposited the test in the trash can. Pulling Chris into a hug, she let a tear slip down her cheeks.

"What am I gonna do, Chris? A baby!?! And Wyatt's baby, at that!"

"You're going to do what you've always done. Be strong and fight like hell."

She crouched on the edge of a hill, chocolate brown eyes scanning the battlefield below her. They were already gaining the advantage and sending the demons back to the underworld. Resting a hand on the small of her back, she pushed herself to a standing position, emerald green eyes automatically snapping attentively to watch her. Her other hand found it's way to her stomach in a matter of seconds.

"How's my nephew doing?" Chris asked from beside her. Bianca had told them a week before that the baby was going to be a boy, and neither Shea nor Chris doubted her. Especially not after her monthly check-up. Bianca had been proven right, again. She smiled at the memory and looked up at Chris.

"Great. He's gonna be an amazing soccer player, this kid," she told him. He laughed.

"Decided on a name, yet? Now that you know he's a he?"

"Yeah, I think I have. Even though it's a little weird. I thought, since Bianca was the one who kept me from accidentally killing him by starving myself or something, I'd semi name him after her. In upholding the Halliwell family tradition, I chose the name Phoenix. And his middle name will be Christopher after his amazing uncle," she answered. Chris chuckled in reply.

"The Halliwell family tradition, huh? My mom broke that so flawlessly that I think she deserved an award for it."

"Hey, I can understand. It's hard finding male name's that start with P and don't sound really stupid or something. Anyways, what's the harm in starting up the family tradition again?"

"Alright. You've proven your point. Just take care of him, that's all I ask," Chris responded.

"Don't worry. I will."

The memories were still crystal clear, the taste still bittersweet. They had drove the demons back into the underworld and retaken their lives. Normal was out of the question, as it had always been, but things were slowly getting back to what they could consider normal for a Halliwell. Demons attacked like they had never gone to war with, and reigned supreme over, the humans. People still kept away from magical discussions, hoping they could forget what they had seen.

The next generation would know, though. The next generation of Halliwell's would know about the Charmed One's and how they fell to the first son of their line. They would know about the war their parents fought in to ensure they would be able to live peacefully. They would know who their parents were to the world and why they did what they did for it. In the end, the next generation would be left with what little knowledge their parents could burden them with.

As Odysseus said in the movie Troy, "If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die."

The End

"Crash into the ocean,

I know your devotion,

crash into the ocean,

and wait for the night."

Ocean by Casey Stratton