Charmed: The Return
Disclaimer: See Chapter One. The title comes from the song, 'Somebody's Eyes are Watching' from the musical Footloose.
Characters By Parents:
Piper and Leo: Wyatt M. Halliwell (29, forcefield generation, orbing, orbing-telekinesis, healing touch, Excalibur); Christopher P. Halliwell (28, telekinesis, orbing, molecular combustion.)
Phoebe and Jason: Rose P. Dean (26, astral projection, cryokinesis); Rachel M. Dean (25, premonition, levitation, empathy)
Paige and Richard: Samuel A. Montana (24, orbing, temporal stasis); Alison P. Montana (22, thought projection, orbing, glamouring)
Chapter Two: Somebody's Eyes are Watching.
An alarm clock started to ring at 5:45 am on Tuesday morning. It's loud chime ringing through the room. A manicured hand reached out from under the yellow floral comforter and slammed down on the clock, silencing it's waking scream.
The covers were peeled back, and the room's occupant sat up groggily. Rose Dean ran her fingers through her blonde highlighted brown hair and yawned heartily, as she climbed out of bed. She rubbed her brown eyes as she got out of bed, and stretched once out.
She looked in the mirror, a mirror that she looked into many years before and saw a young naive girl and her mother, who was brushing her hair. It had been a week and a half since she, her sister and their four cousins moved back into the house where they grew up and lived until the one day everything died.
She forced to herself to forget the past and focus on the day ahead. She climbed over to desk and looked at the array of medical files, text books, medical journals, and diagrams. She finally found her black date book, she looked up the day, October 10. 7:00 Rounds, 8:00 Appendectomy with Dr. Knapp, 10:15-12:15 Daily Assignments, 12:15-1:15 Lunch with Gary, 1:15-3:45 Aortic Dissection with Dr. Harvey, 5:30-6:30 Rounds, 6:30-7:00 Charts.
"Today's jammed pack with medical goodness!" she muttered rather sardonically as she headed towards the shower, hoping she would be the only one up. She walked through the door of her room, her mother's former room, and entered the hallway to find Chris walking through the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Morning." she smiled kindly as they passed, and he nodded, obviously still tired.
"Morning." he said absent mindedly and continued on.
Thirty minutes later, Rose entered the kitchen wearing her blue hospital scrubs, and headed straight for the coffee pot.
"So, what's your day like?" she asked Chris and Ali, who were sitting at the table eating breakfast and chugging coffee.
"I have a class at eleven, then I have to head to the shop." Ali said as she was drawing in her sketchbook, the main source of her power. Ali was a college senior, majoring in art, and a tattoo shop apprentice.
"Nice. What class?" Rose asked as she sipped her coffee. Rose was always the one in the family who was overly energetic in the morning.
"Art History." she said as she spooned a bite of Frosted Flakes into her mouth.
"I took an art history course in college. I wasn't that big a fan, I couldn't get into it enough." Rose laughed.
"Of course not. You were pre-med, why would you be interested in art?" Ali said rather meanly.
"Ali, is it necessary for you to be so mean?" Chris scolded as he turned the page of the newspaper he was reading.
She rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, what about you Chris?"
"I have a faculty meeting, then I have to head to the office for some paperwork on a case." Chris was a professor of physical anthropology at the University of San Francisco, and also a contracted forensic anthropologist at the San Francisco Medical Examiner's Office.
"That's good. Well I'm off. I have rounds at seven. Have a good day." Rose smiled and placed her coffee cup in the sink and headed off to fetch her things.
"You know, you could be nicer to her." Chris told Ali, once Rose had cleared out.
"And she could be less energetic."
"We can't make this work out if you are going to be so negative."
"Chris, stop trying to be the saint in the family. So shut up, and don't you have bones to go look at?" she said as she orbed out of the room.
Chris rolled his eyes and went on reading his newspaper.
The drive to work that morning was miserable. Rain was coming down harder than days past and it made seeing in the rain absolutely miserable. In addition to the weather conditions, the downtown traffic was ridiculous. Wyatt Halliwell slammed both hands on the his steering wheel as he got caught behind yet another red light. Aggravated, he looked at his watch. 7:15. He had a half hour to make it to his office before the morning staff meeting at eight. The light changed and he started to go forward, but a white Altima spun out of control and came flying at him. He tried to maneuver his car out of the way but to no avail: it slammed into his passenger side door.
Wyatt slammed on the brakes, and shifted the car into park and got out the car into the pouring rain. He opened a black umbrella, and walked over to see the damage. He did not need this.
"Dude, were you watching the road, or that pretty cell phone you were on!" Wyatt yelled at the driver, who was a middle aged man.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention." he fumbled.
"Are you drunk?" Wyatt roared.
"No." hiccup
Wyatt rolled his eyes as he saw the patrolman coming now.
Rachel Dean jolted awake and out of breath. She hated when this would happen, and lately it happened often. At least three times a week. She couldn't stand it. In her twenty-five years, this never happened. Not until she moved back in with her cousins.
She pulled the covers off of her, and stepped out of bed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown hair was pulled up into a high, messy, ponytail, and her eyes were bloodshot. She focused on the mirror and her image until her breathing slowed down and was back to normal. The green numbers on the alarm clock read 6:13. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and felt for her family. She could feel Chris and Ali in the kitchen. Rose was on her way downstairs. Sam was fast asleep, and Wyatt just got out of the shower. She opened her eyes and nodded to herself, and proceeded to get dressed.
Her biggest fear was being late, so she always showered at night to save time. She had a staff meeting at 9:00, that gave her enough time to get the office for 8:30, barring traffic.
Rachel is the owner and director of marketing for the Bay Mirror, the newspaper, her father owned and mother was employed at. Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed in a black pant suit, heals, and her hair was straightened nicely and makeup done. She grabbed her briefcase and purse and headed downstairs.
She heard the door slam: Rose was gone for the day.
"Morning." she said to her cousin, Chris who was still reading the paper.
"Morning." he smiled nicely. He and Rachel were best of friends growing up, despite the four year gap in age.
"Anything interesting going on in the world?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"You would know. It is your paper." he laughed, and folded up the paper.
She chuckled and her eyes turned serious. "In the past five years, have your powers advanced at all?"
"No, why?" he asked interested.
"I think I get premonitions in my sleep now. The past couple of nights, I've had strange dreams, almost psychic, and they've come true."
"Like what?"
"Night before yesterday, I dreamt that I would trip down the stairs at work, and yesterday, I did. And this morning, I saw Wyatt get hit by a drunk driver."
"What! Was he okay?"
"Yeah, no injuries, but I still dreamt it, and it's confusing sometimes. I mean I'm scared to go to bed at night in fears that I will see something horrible, like before."
"You mean Wyatt getting hit?" Chris pressed on earnestly.
"No, about my mom." she said sadly.
"Oh." Chris said knowing that Rachel saw her own mother's death before it happened and wasn't able to stop it.
"Well warn Wyatt, and do you want a ride to work?" Chris asked, avoiding the subject of his family's deaths.
"Yeah, let me go warn him. How long until we leave?"
"Ten minutes. And you really need to buy a car."
"Shut up." she said and went to find Wyatt.
Somewhere, in the dark depths of the Underworld, a group of six people gathered in bursts of flame, surrounding a large circular orb. Three women and three men dressed in long, flowing green robes formed themselves into a circle. The tallest man stepped forward and placed his right hand on the orb, and it glowed black and the Halliwell kitchen formed.
"Shut up." Rachel said and went to find Wyatt.
"They're getting stronger. The longer they are together." the man spoke to his fellow demons.
"Isn't that what we wanted?" a woman spoke in a heavy accent, not of this world.
"Yes, however, they must be together to forge the bond that they once had. Then, we can tear them apart and take their powers." another man spoke.
"Will it work?" the final spoke, while looking at one of the women.
"Yes. In the fortnight, when the eldest and the youngest are in a rift, that is when we'll strike." the woman spoke eloquently.
"You better be right. Or I'll kill you."
"In three thousand years, have you known any of my predictions to be wrong?"
"No, but there is always chance for error, especially when it comes to visions." the tallest man spoke, removing his hand from the orb.
"Don't threaten me, Argus." she said venomously.
"Medusa, you are one defiant demoness." the bickered with her.
"You're still mad about your son dying, aren't you?" she pressed on.
An energy ball formed in his hand. "Argus, Medusa. Stop acting like children. Now let's watch."
The orb glowed back once more, and focused on the Halliwell children.
"Have a good day at work!" Chris smiled to his cousin, as he pulled away from the curb and headed towards the university.
The entire drive he felt strange. As if someone were watching.
There's chapter two! Review please! More about the demons will be revealed in time. Names are names. I don't want you thinking that the names Argus or Medusa have anything to do with the Greek Myths. More about that will be explained. REVIEW! Thanks.