Wick sat at his desk at the station, the manilla folder containing the files of the two girls who were killed by heart attacks during fires lay before him. The case had gone unsolved and not another crime like it had happened since the detective had met that woman.

That beautiful woman with the caramel skin and fine facial features and a body shape that captivated Wick's mind and a voice that pleasantly haunted the man's dreams.

Wick glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and once he was positive no one was, his fingers typed "Raven Halliwell" into the search bar of all of San Francisco's records.

The cursor hovered the only alive Raven Halliwell that existed in the city, he promptly clicked it and skimmed over the woman's details. Born in 1988 to a Jake and Samantha, various school records, other unimportant facts.

But Wick's eyes stayed fixed on the woman's current home adresss. It wasn't the burning building that Raven had claimed to live in.

A tight lipped smile tugged at the dirty blonde haired man's lips, as he titled his head to the side in order to loosen up the muscles in his neck.

Raven was a mystery.

And he was going to figure her out.


Clarke threw her hands in the air, freezing the energyball that was spiraling in her direction. "Raven, now!"

Raven took her sister's cue and waved her hand, sending the energyball flying back into the demon that threw it. The demon exploded into thin air with a scream.

"That's the third demon this week." Clarke stated, her arms crossing over one another as she joined Raven at the bottom of the stairs.

Raven nodded, wiping away beads of sweat that formed on her forehead. "I guess as our powers grow more stronger, the bad guys get more attracted towards us?"

"Like moths to a flame." Clarke crossed over into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, exhausted with all the demon vanquishing. "Is Octavia still at Jasper's?"

Raven nodded again, taking a seat next to her younger sister. Clarke's face was a mixed expression of confusion and the scurrying thought that Octavia was up to no good. "Come on, just let her have this." Raven pushed her shoulder into Clarke's playfully, "Let her live a little."

"I just don't want her to get hurt, that's all." Clarke shifted her gaze towards the television.

"Look Clarke, I know you're still upset over what happened with Wells." Raven stood up from the couch. "But not every guy is a bad guy..." Raven made her way over to the entrance of the living room. "Love will find its way into your life eventually."

There was a familiar sparkling noise accompanied by Bellamy orbing into the room.

"Speaking of the angel." Raven mumbled under her breath "I'd love to stay and chat but I've got work. Love ya, Clarke." The eldest sister called out as she walked out the front door.

"Bellamy, what's up?" Clarke asked, her eyes meeting his. She took her feet off the floor and pulled them up to the couch, bringing her knees closer to her chest.

Bellamy breathed out, taking a seat next to Clarke. The witch had to look away in order to not be captivated by the closeness of his beauty. "A lot." was all the whitelighter could say. "Spike in demonic activity, rumors about the Source."

The S word made a cold gust of air penetrate Clarke's body. Her and her sisters did a bit of research in the Book of Shadows shortly after defeating the demon of fear; Thelonious, and they found out that The Source of All Evil was a powerful demon who ruled over the underworld. The frightening part was that a new one was coronated around the same time the sisters received their powers, the even more frightening part was that the witches had no idea who the Source was.

Of course, The Source was the sister's biggest enemy and target at the moment - it was the biggest force of evil versus the greatest force of good, someone was going to have to win this battle.

"Is there anything we should be doing?" Clarke spoke for her and her sisters with wide eyes and lifted eyebrows.

Bellamy shook his head, "Just be careful." he warned with sincerity, his fingers going up to his face in order to rub his temples.

"Well," Clarke thought for a second, crossing her arms over one another to try and generate more body warmth. "Do you think the Source is gonna attack soon?"

Bellamy let out a puff of air. "I don't know why they didn't when you guys had just gotten your powers."

Clarke tried to fit the puzzle pieces together, "They're planning something, aren't they?" Her brows furrowed as she bit her lower lip.

Bellamy stared straight ahead, he spoke through gritted teeth as he thought of the sisters and how they were definitely not ready to take on the new Source "I think we all already know the answer."


Bellamy bent his knees, his hands rubbing delicate circles into Samantha's enlarged belly. He looked up at the witch with his crinkled eyes and a wide smile stretching across his lips. "I haven't seen her in so long."

Samantha shook her head slightly as she waddled over to the crib her husband had built for the nursery, her hand placed on her lower back to support the massive baby she was carrying. "It's not going to be her." She emphasized quietly, afraid of hurting the whitelighter's feelings.

Bellamy let the negative words slip through his mind. "No, I've talked to her. She told me she was going to reincarnate her spirit in your baby." he whispered, his eyes still wide with amazement as he stared deep into Samantha's belly. "I've missed her so much, you have no idea."

"Bellamy, I know you've missed Claire. But this baby is going to be a lot different than she was." Samantha rubbed at her stomach, she was already 9 months along and this baby refused to come out.

The whitelighter's eyes wandered to the calendar on the wall. The year was 1990. It had been exactly 30 years since he had met Claire and 29 since she died.

That one single year was the best year of Bellamy's immortal life, Claire was easily the best thing that had happened to him. He missed everything about her, her blonde hair, the way she laughed, her slightly imperfect yet perfect teeth, the freckle under her ever changing eyes, the way she smelled, the way her body felt pressed against his own, the way her cracked skin rubbed against his palm when they held hands, but most of all he missed the way her lips tasted.

He looked down at Samantha who had now taken a seat in the nursery. Samantha was carrying the next reincarnation of his former lover, and coincidentally he had already been assigned as whitelighter to Samantha's other daughter; Raven. His bosses were a bit hopeful that Samantha would carry all three sisters that Melinda Warren prophesied before being burned at the stake, in which case, Bellamy would become whitelighter too all three sisters.

"Do you have any name ideas yet?" Bellamy asked curiously, wondering what name he would be writing in his vows in the next 25 years or so.

Samantha grinned as her fingers traced delicately over her stomach. "Clarke." she stated simply as if she was talking directly to the unborn fetus inside of her. "Clarke Halliwell."


"What do you mean you've never heard this song before?" Octavia shouted through the loud roar of a Lana Del Rey song playing over the speakers, looking up at her self-proclaimed boyfriend
through her eyelashes "It's one of my favorites!"

"I'm not a big fan of music." Jasper listened to the song playing and was surprised by the vulgarity being sung by the women. He had never been exposed too much of anything down in the underworld, his father kept him sheltered. Jasper really missed his father.

It had been one month exactly since his mother, the Source of All Evil had sent him up to the world of the living to spy on the Charmed Ones. Needless to say, he wasn't digging up any useful information. But, instead had fallen for the youngest sister. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help finding himself smitten with the way she spoke and the way she moved and the way she giggled and the way her eyes looked when they lay in his backyard staring up at the stars of the night sky. Jasper suppressed his demonic side completely when he was with her, and instead tapped into his soulful darkligter side because he wanted to feel every single emotion that Octavia made him feel.

He wasn't sure what to classify their relationship, all he knew was that he was dead if either of his parents found out.

Octavia leaned in and planted a kiss on Jasper's lips, "You're so weird." she whispered seductively as her tongue traced over the scrawny boy's bottom lip. Octavia's muscles tensed when she felt Jasper placing his hand on the bottom of her back, pulling her a bit closer towards him.

Jasper licked his lips eagerly, his eyes wandering
from the shape of Octavia's body up to her eyes. He had never taken interest in any other girl, but Octavia was different. Jasper truly felt something he had never felt before whenever he was with her. There was something exciting about being with her and he wasn't sure if it was just her or the risks infused into the relationship.

The two had grown close In the four weeks that they had know each other. Jasper had told Octavia that his parents were dead and he bought the house across the street from her with the money they had left him. He was 21 and supposedly taking local college classes. Octavia realized he was a regular human the first time they touched, when she didn't get any visions or cold shivers.

Too bad, she was dead wrong.


Raven pushed open the door to City of Light - a quaint little coffee shop that she had been frequenting for the past month. The cafe was only down the street from the new garage Raven had started working at, so it was the perfect place to grab a pick me up before work.

There was the familiar sound of the bell ringing above the door as scents of different coffee flavors and pastries flooded Raven's nose. It was early in the morning, so there weren't many people in the first floor of the shop. But Raven could hear small conversations coming from the attached library/book shop above her head.

Raven made her way to the counter, her fingers tapping against the granite as she waited to be served. There was a shuffle from the kitchen in the back accompanied by the sight of Finn appearing from the curtain. "Raven, hey. The usual?" he asked with a smile, wiping his hands on the towel attached to his hip.

Raven and Finn had become a bit closer due to all the time that Raven had been spending in the cafe. Finn was her favorite barista, he would make her coffees after work and they would spend all night long talking about things that seemed unimportant the next day. Raven even learned a ton of magical things from the dark haired boy and he was even in the process of teaching her how to make potions.

Even though the two had grown close, Finn never opened up about why he was so down on himself that day the sisters had defeated the demon of fear. Raven of course, never pressured him into telling her, she wasn't that type of person. She accepted the fact that everyone had secrets, and Finn's secret concerning Bellamy was one he wanted to take to the grave.

"Yeah, don't have time for anything fancy." Raven breathed out. She loved work, but recently it had began to put a strain on her, especially with all the demonic activity happening in her life lately.

Finn nodded his head and went off to press buttons on coffee machines. There was a ring of a bell as the front door opened, bringing in a gust of summer air. Raven curiously turned too see who had walked in, her heart falling as her eyes landed on the man.

Kyle Wick.

Raven whipped her head back towards the counter, her hands flying to cover the sides of her bowed face. The woman's voice was a strained whisper as she leaned in closer in a vain attempt to hide from the detective, "Hide me."

Finn scanned the man up and down as he sat Raven's coffee down on the counter. The man was wearing a dress shirt with pants and some weird dress boots. His long dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun and his stubble and mustache struck an odd nerve with Finn. The man was slightly attractive, but definitely not Finn's type.

"You know this guy?" Finn asked, his eyes meeting Raven's as he wiped down the counter.

"I may have lied to him that day we defeated Thelonious in order to get some information." Raven was praying Kyle Wick would walk out and there would be no confrontation. But, she could already feel the near warmth off of the detective's body.

"Raven?" Kyle Wick called out, his head tilting to the side to get a better look at the women who was covering her face. "Raven Halliwell?" he asked again, hoping it was actually her.

Raven cussed under her breath. Could she not catch a break? She turned around to face the man, standing up straight as her hands fell to her side, pretending she hadn't noticed the man walk in in the first place. "Kyle?" she asked with an exaggerated smile, as if she didn't know who he was. "Hey..." her voice was high pitched with a false tone of happiness.

"Just call me Wick." the man corrected, a non-artificial smile playing at his lips. Wick had thought about Raven a lot since the day they had first met, and although they had literally only had a one minute conversation, he was still taken aback by her beauty.

"Wick." Raven corrected herself, the color flushing from her face. Raven took her coffee in her hands, she needed something to hold or else her fingers would get all fidgety in her nervousness. "What's up?" she stammered, bringing the mug up to her lips to take a sip.

"Just here for some coffee." Wick stated with a grin before stepping up to the counter beside Raven, filling in his order with Finn before turning back to the woman. "What's up with you? How's the reconstruction of that apartment complex going?"

Raven used the coffee mug to shield her lying smile from view, "Good." she took another sip, burning her tongue on the hot liquid. "So great!"

Wick shook his head with a laugh, "You don't really live in the building, do you?" He already knew the answer.

Raven set her coffee down, "No." she scratched at her neck, expecting to be taken into custody for lying to an officer. "But, it's a long story. I can explain..." Raven's voice trailed off, trying to think of another lie to her cover her tracks without exposing the fact that her and her sisters were witches.

Wick cut her off with a laugh, "You can tell me all about it over dinner." he said, his voice smooth and soft. "Let's say 8, tonight?" Finn handed him his to-go coffee.

Raven was quite taken aback by the man's confidence, there was no way she could say no. "Sure." she said, a seductive smile tugging at her lips.

"It's a date. I'll pick you up at your real house." Wick shot the woman another smile and a slight wink before walking out of the coffee shop.

"What just happened?" Finn's face was expressionless, Wick's smoothness had torn through his heart and Finn was left feeling as if he just watched a cheesy young adult romance unfold right before his very eyes.

Raven let out an exasperated breath, taking another long sip of her coffee. "I have no idea."


Octavia had lost all sense of time when she was with Jasper. She had spent all of last night with him and almost half of today. It was nice to be with someone and just forget about all her troubles, especially those that were a bit supernatural. Of course that didn't mean Octavia hated being a witch, but sometimes she just needed a well-deserved break in the form of Jasper.

She walked out of her boyfriend's house with her hair all over the place and her sweatpants and tank top a little looser than when she originally put them on last night. The woman hurriedly jogged across the street, with nothing but her phone in hand.

Octavia was just about to walk up the steps leading to her home's front door, when she spotted, at the top of the steps, a figure of a man with his clenched fist raised in the air as if he was prepared to knock.

"Hello?" she called out clutching her phone a little tighter in her hands, cautiously walking up the steps. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were squinted in an attempt to get a better look at the man, but she couldn't identify him by the back of his head.

The man turned on his heels, a wide grin spreading across his face when his blue eyes landed on the grown woman standing before him. "Octavia!" he exclaimed with a voice that seemed too familiar to the woman, his arms were wide in the air as he pulled the woman in for a hug.

Octavia didn't struggle in his grasp because she felt no immediate danger. "Do I know you?" she asked, as she stood awkwardly still while the man held her.

She could hear the man laugh into her ear, the scent of his cologne triggered something strange deep within her. "Do you not remember me? I left when you were what, 5? But damn, did your mother and grandmother not even show you pictures?"

Octavia pulled away from the hug, taking a step back to get a better look at the man. His dirty blonde hair and the color of his eyes strangely reminded her of Clarke. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were narrowed as she titled her head to the side and furiously pressed her lips together, trying hard to remember where this man was from.

A lightbulb went off in the girl's head. "Dad?"