Summary: Everything that happened up until New Moon happened, but when Edward leaves, Bella gets attacked by Victoria. She calls for help, and Leo comes. He explains everything and says she's half witch/half white lighter. He tells her that the Charmed Ones are witches, like her, but they don't know yet. (Before Prue dies, they haven't met Leo yet.) She befriends the Halliwell's, she with them through everything – Prue dying, finding Paige, and Chris appearing. Chapter one starts when Chris appears in 'Oh My Goddess.'
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Chapter Four: Is it them?
Back in the attic of the manor, phoebe is sat in the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and she's shivering. Paige is stood in front of the Book of Shadows flipping through them. And me? Well, I was pacing. That wasn't normal. I mean, yeah, earthquakes are normal, but Phoebe's premonition wasn't. I was stressing, Paige needed to hurry up and find something or I was calling the Brandon Book of Shadows over here so I could look too.
And then Piper walks in, she's carrying a box, but stops short when she sees Phoebe. "Okay, I know it's cooled off a little since this morning but what are you doing?"
Phoebe glares and says "Defrosting."
Piper looks at her; eyebrows raised. Phoebe doesn't say anything else. So I do. "Paige took us somewhere after scrying for evil. 'Cept this place happened to be covered in snow, and the whole cave collapsed in on us."
Paige just ignores us and says "Is this them?" And Phoebe gets up and runs a little over to the book.
She sighs and says "no."
"Who are them?" Piper asks us.
"We're not sure yet. How was the party?" I asked her, after looking at who Paige thought it was.
Piper pulls a face, and replies sarcastically, "Oh, just super. Leo got called away and I got to use my tools."
"What?" Phoebe asks, and then get gets pulled back to the book.
"Is that them?" Paige says, pointing at a picture.
"Hmm... no, they looked a little bit more... ancient."
Piper throws her arms up in the air, "Will some please tell me what's going on?"
And, then Leo orbs in and tells us, "Ah, a Whitelighter has disappeared."
"A Whitelighter? Like from a Darklighter?" Phoebe asks, concerned.
"No, Darklighter poison is slow and painful, this was more instantaneous and the Elders have no idea what it could have been."
It was silent for a minute, until Paige's intake of breathe took us all away from our thoughts and on Paige. "It's all connected." She told us.
"What's connected?" Piper asked, and then I realised nobody had actually told her what had happened.
"Whatever it is the escaped from the ice cave."
"You were in an ice cave?" Leo asked, confused. Oh, yeah, nobody told him, either.
"Heat waves, earthquakes, my dreams, Bella's drawings, this is all bigger than any one Whitelighter." Paige said, as I looked in shock at her.
"How'd you know about my drawings?" I asked her, and she just shrugged.
"I'd better drop out of the charity benefit." Phoebe says.
And Leo says, "Yeah, maybe we should cancel counselling, honey," to Piper.
"Hold it, wait a minute, no." Piper said, stopping Phoebe from walking out of the door. "This is exactly what we're supposed to be learning in therapy. When to put our lives on hold and when not to."
Paige turned to look her in the eye. "But Piper, a Whitelighter was killed."
"We don't know that. He could've just clipped his wings and he's in hiding." She told us.
"Is that even possible?" I asked Leo.
"Yeah, I guess." He said.
"Look, people, we just need to manage our lives our little bit better. Dr. Berenson says that needless worry and panic serve absolute no purpose except to prevent the possibility of happiness."Piper told us.
"And I am all for the possibility of happiness." Phoebe said, grinning softly.
"Good, so we need to address the immediate problem at hand and circle the wagons only when we have to."
"Okay, Leo, maybe you should get the Elders to put a ban on Whitelighters orbing until we figure out exactly what's going on." Paige tells him.
"Wait, I'm coming, too." I say, jumping up front the seat I'd taken to stand next to Leo.
"Okay, I'll meet you in therapy," he told Piper.
"Okay, don't be late. Is it safe for you to orb up there right now?" She asks him.
"Yeah, no worrying remember?" He said, as he leaned forwards, kissed Piper softly and orbed us away.
When we got up there, I looked around. Everything was white and all the Elders were wearing golden robes and walking around talking in their own clickety-clack language. Leo looks around, too, and then takes my hand again, to guide me over to two other Elders. They look at me in distain and turn to Leo.
"What's going on? What's with all the activity? I just left here." He asks the two Elders.
"It is not of your concern." The first elder, a man, says. Obviously one who dislikes Leo.
"Roland, please. Actually, we're not sure, Leo. But we do know something's not quite right." The other Elder, who I recognise as Cecil, tells us.
"Why? Has another Whitelighter..." I cut in, only to be broken off.
"No. It's something else." Cecil says.
"Something we're not at liberty to discuss outside the council of Elders." Roland says as he tries to walk off.
But Leo captures his attention. "Anything to do with heat waves? Earthquakes?"
"What do you know?" Cecil asks.
"Not much. Just that Paige has been having these strange dreams lately. Dreams that seem pretty prophetic." He tells them.
"Oh, and don't forget my drawings." I add in.
Only they ignore me and carry on talking to Leo. "You think she foresaw these earthquakes?"
"Yes," Leo answers simply.
"That's not her power." Roland says, rather rudely.
"No, but it is mine." I try saying again. But still I get ignored.
"It's not a power, it's more of an instinct." Leo says to them. Even though in my head they'd prefer it way better if it was to be a new power, and not just an instinct.
Roland huffs. "An instinct? That's what you're basing this on?"
"Well, it hasn't let her down so far, has it? Look, excuse me, but I've just learned to rely on her instincts. All of their instincts." He finishes softly.
"Plus, Paige has been scrying and Phoebe had a promotion of the place Paige scryed for. And when we got there it was the same place all my drawings were showing." I told them, and finally they looked at me.
"You may be onto something there, Bella. I think you and the others should keep looking, especially if the weather gets worse. And, of course Leo, you should trust all of their instincts, all four of them." Cecil told us, smiling slightly at me. I smile back and Cecil continues. "But, now, Leo what did you two come up here to tell us?"
"Just that the girls think, we all think, maybe we should ground all Whitelighters until we know for sure that it's safe." He told them and both the Elder's look at each other.
"We agree. We'll initiate the orders as soon as you've returned to them. In the mean time, keep them and you, Bella, working on this. It's important." Cecil tells us.
Leo nods, but frown also. "You're worried, aren't you?"
Cecil smiles, "You know me better than that. At the end of the day, even we can't change what's meant to be. Just remember, no matter what happens, you must always follow your instincts, too."
Late at night, in a park, a stone statue is there. A witch is unconscious on the ground with a wound on her forehead. Meta is standing nearby, and a woman Whitelighter orbs in.
"Krista!" The Whitelighter exclaims, running towards the witch.
"It's about time you came to heal your charge." Meta says, stalking towards the Whitelighter.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The woman asks her.
Meta says simply. "A Whitelighter." And he eyes glow, as the Whitelighter catches her eyes and the Whitelighter turns to stone.
Back in the snowy place, Demetrius and Cronus are there waiting impatiently for Meta to come back. And, suddenly, she appears with only two Whitelighters.
She bows slightly at the sight of Cronus. "It's good to see you again, My Lord."
Cronus turns his nose up at her. "You never were a good liar, Meta." His eyes focus on the Whitelighters. "Where's the third one?" He asks her.
"Unfortunately, Whitelighters are not as east to find in this time. Much has changed. Magic is no longer practised so openly." She tells him, keeping her eyes to the floor, slightly afraid of what he might do.
"Much may have changed, but you certainly haven't. You know, it's always amazed me how someone as beautiful as you could so easily turn a mortal to stone." He lifts a hand and gently touches her cheek. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?" Then his voice turns hard. "She stays behind." He orders.
"No, she can't." Demetrius disagrees. "We are stronger as three than two. We will need every ounce of that strength that we are to take revenge on our captures."
Cronus turns quickly, to look Demetrius in the eye. "But if we wait, we risk them finding out we've been awake, and then even with orbs, we will not be able to break in."
Demetrius stares back at Cronus, and takes a step forward, while declaring, "Then that is a risk we will have to take."
"Says who? You, Demetrius? Are you challenging me?" Cronus says, stepping toward Demetrius.
He stutters, and steps back, whist shaking his head.
Meta steps forward, trying to erase the tense atmosphere. "No. No, of course, he's not, Cronus. I've got power enough for the both of you. You can take them and use them to find a third Whitelighter for me."
"And if we can't?" Cronus asks her, Demetrius forgotten for now.
Meta smirks and walks forwards. "Then I suppose I'll just have to let you boys handle it."
And then Demetrius and Cronus walk over to statues and raise their hands. Blue lightening sparks out of their hands, connecting with the Whitelighters, sucking the power out of them. It only last a few minutes before, they lower their arms and the Whitelighters fall into the ground, disappearing into dust.