Disclaimer: The Morgans are mine, that's it. All else is not.
Chapter 1 – Eldest of the Triumvirate (Olivia): I usually liked my days off, but when I had to testify in court, it wasn't a day off. Still, it was fun watching the defense attorney try to shake me, when he had absolutely no forensics knowledge. The A.D.A.s tell me I'm their favorite M.E., because I never forget anything. Sometimes I wonder if that's really a good thing.
Hmm. Maybe I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Olivia Morgan, and I'm 28 years old. I'm a medical examiner for the NYPD... and a demon-hunting witch. The two aren't actually totally separate; when the cops give me a body that's obviously dead by demonic attack – or warlock, or pretty much any evil thing you can think of – I can go take care of it. Though it's not always just me. My younger siblings, Aidan and Dominique, usually help me out. We're strong apart, but better together, with the Power of Three. Yeah, I know, it sounds kinda arrogant. Try the Morgan Triumvirate on for size. I swear, I didn't pick the names.
Anyway, enough about my back story. Back to my so-called day off. I went back to my car and just rested my head on the steering wheel. I'd never been fond of testifying. My memory is excellent, so talking can bring it all back into my mind clear as day. This case, the vic had been a little girl. So, I wasn't feeling my best. But I try not to waste much time on self-pity, so I was soon driving back home. I got to my Manhattan apartment pretty fast, and I let myself in, went to the kitchen, and made some tea. I sat down at the table with my mug, staring down into the brown liquid, letting my eyes unfocus. I should have known better.
You see, I have this little thing called the Sight. It's not a witch thing, but a gypsy one. My mother was a gypsy. The Sight comes in varying strengths, and I got blessed – my grandmother's word; I'd say cursed – with the top level. Comes of my lack of non-magical blood. Even Aidan and Nikki are half mortal. They have a different mom. The Sight is pretty useful most of the time; lets me see over great distances, in the dark, read people's auras for pretty much anything, stuff like that, but the big thing is that you see... visions is the best word. Looking into a crystal ball, a mirror, or even the surface of a liquid is enough to see things. (Before I could control this aspect of it, I would only drink from bottles with sport caps and I steadfastly refused to eat soup, cereal, or any food with liquid in it.)
But I'd had this under control since I was 14. There was no excuse for dropping my guard like I did, unless you take the tack that it was meant to happen. I'm not really one for that, as an overall rule. But anyway... I saw what I saw, for whatever reason. And what I saw was myself and my siblings, standing in a circle with three women. I didn't know who they were at first, and then it hit me as I heard part of the spell we were saying. It mentioned a double Power of Three. Which meant only one thing; the women were the Charmed Ones, the Halliwell family's equivalent of the Triumvirate. Shit.
I blinked several times, forcing the image away. So, it had come to this after all. We were only supposed to unite with the Halliwells if Monica Calloway's prophecy about the uniting came true – that is, if the world was in peril. Apparently, it was. I hated mortal peril; it was so inconvenient. Some might wonder why I was so annoyed. Here's the thing. Halliwells and Morgans just don't like each other. It's an old thing that goes back to when our lines split away from each other. Technically, we're the two branches of the Warren line, but we usually like to forget that we were once one. It's all got to do with the sisters Morgaine and Melinda, but it's a long story.
So, the first thing I did was try to shimmer over to my sister's SoHo loft – all of us Morgans shimmer; part of being descendants of a half-demon. But I got thrown back. Which meant that Nikki had put up the blocks... which she only did when she wasn't alone. "Damn, Nik, it's not even 12:00 yet," I muttered, annoyed. Then again, ever since Nikki's mortal boyfriend, David, had learned what we were, and had said he needed to 'think about this', Nikki'd been sleeping with every man she could pick up. It seemed dumb, to me at any rate, but to each their own.
Since I couldn't get to Nikki, I shimmered over to my brother's brownstone and sat down on his couch, waiting for him. I was going to scare him shitless just being here like this, but I wasn't in the mood to care.