She didn't even see it coming. As she reached her lair once more, to grab her dagger and potions, a shadowy figure came from the darkened corner. Hearing the noise, she spun around, but it was too late. Why did her power of premonition fail her?
He growled at her, and wrapped his thick, roughly clothes arms around her neck. As she choked and wheezed, his smile grew wider. A manic laugh escaped his throat, and the young Source continued to choke. As the last of the air reached her brain, she conjured up a fireball, and the fight was over. Screaming in rage, he flew back and exploded.
That was when she discovered the ugly-looking sword inside her back. It narrowly missed her spinal cord.
Future – Leprechaun Valley
"What happened, Mel?" demanded Cole, panic rising in his voice. Phoebe leapt from her seat, as she too noticed the steady stream of blood flowing from her daughter's back. All thoughts of her daughter being evil or demonic were shoved to the back of her mind. All that mattered was that her daughter was bleeding.
David gingerly lowered her onto the grass, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. She quickly opened it, fighting to stay awake.
"Alright, so maybe I'm not 100. But still…" she trailed off some more, and began to lose conscious.
"No, honey," her father held her head up, "you need to stay awake."
"Dad," she muttered, loss of blood making her more drowsy by the minute, "I'm sorry…"
"Leo," Phoebe whispered furiously, "can you heal her?"
"She's the Source of All Evil!" he said incredulously. "It's like Cole, Part Two!"
"He's right, sweetie," Piper added in sorrowful agreement.
"You just need to let her go," said Paige gently.
"She's not going to die!" David demanded. He fell to his knees beside her. "Mel?"
No answer. He shook her gently, and there was no response. A single tear came down his cheek.
"Melly! Melly Melly Melly!" Ella cried, and rushed over to her older sister. Her red, wet face nuzzled against her sister's. "Daddy, fix it!"
He looked at his little girl with tearstained eyes. A little girl should not be going through this—Melody shouldn't have gone through this.
"Get out of my way!"
The mourning crowd looked up to see Teresa. She marched over to Mel's unconscious form. She knelt down beside her, and turned her on her back, so that the large, bloodied wound was facing her.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe asked quietly. Teresa didn't even grace her with a look, let alone a response.
She pulled up Mel's shirt, and the bloodied skin shone in the mid-day sun. Teresa lifted her finger up, and she traced it across the wound.
Sizzling escaped into the air, followed by a small amount of smoke.
"What are you doing to her?" Phoebe demanded shrilly, "Stop it!"
"Shut up!" Teresa growled at her, "I'm trying to stop the bleeding. This is creating a scar so that the blood can't flow out of the cut. Melody's the Source; she can recover fast as long as the bleeding stops."
Teresa stood up, and swiped the grass of her knees. Mel rolled over of her own accord, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Ouch. That one hurt."
A collective breath was released, followed quickly by accusing glares, all aimed directly at Mel.
"Honey?" Cole asked his daughter, "How did you get stabbed?"
Past – The Manor…
"Okay, where the hell did they go?"
Jonas paced around the attic, looking in every spot imaginable, from the dollhouse to the chest to the cracks in the windows, for the missing people.
"We don't know that, Jonas," Bianca said, annoyed, "that's why we're looking for them."
Chris walked over to his fiancé, and embraced her.
"Calm down," he soothed, "all your stress isn't good for the baby."
"There isn't going to be a baby, or the baby's father, if we can't find them, Chris!" She breathed out, and started over. "Chris, if we can't keep Piper and Leo safe, there's no you."
Chris looked down at the floor. He counted in his head, trying to think of something to do to get her to stop worrying.
"Hey!" exclaimed Jonas, "what if, when doing that spell, Mel somehow messed up, and sent them all to our time?"
The two others froze up.
"Oh no."
"Not good."
Jonas, Chris and Bianca looked at each other. The cry of Wyatt, that had begun but a second ago, had set off a major alarm.
"Wyatt…" Chris said softly. Little Wyatt orbed up into the attic and looked at the three.
"If your brother gets his hands on Piper…" Bianca trailed off, her eyes wide with fear.
'We're all toast." Jonas finished. Despite the casual wording, everyone present nodded solemnly.
"Well, we might just need to do something about that." Chris picked up little Wyatt, and looked meanfully at his cousin and fiancé.
"Why do you have in mind?" asked Jonas.
Chris stared down at his "little" big brother. Those innocent, blue eyes, and that blonde, beautiful hair. In his time, that hair was almost brown, and slicked back into a ponytail.
"We go with his greatest weakness." He hoisted Wyatt into the air.
"Baby Wyatt?" Bianca ask, startled. Jonas eyes narrowed, with a calculating grin, so uncharacteristic of his normal, goofy grins. Chris smiled.
"Baby Wyatt."