I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. This story had been on hiatus when I totally blanked on how to continue it, so I'm going to jump ahead a couple of weeks to get things going. Enjoy!
My biggest problem came in the form of the eldest Halliwell sister. Things had always been pretty tense with us, but here in the past, Prue couldn't seem to keep her nose out of my business. I knew she didn't trust me, and part of me said that I shouldn't blame her since things definitely weren't at their best, but it was nearly impossible for me to handle my job while making sure that she didn't learn any unnecessary information about the future.
Piper and Phoebe simply seemed concerned with Phoebe's upcoming wedding. Paige continued to take on new charges. Billie continued to help me with my quest. Unfortunately, what I didn't realize was that I had bitten off far more than I could chew.
It all started on a Saturday morning. Leo and Piper had taken Wyatt and Chris out for some family time, so Prue finally let her guard down. Paige was busy with her charges, Phoebe and Prue were downstairs discussing details for Phoebe's wedding, and Billie and I were working on another lead. Another lead that just wasn't leading anywhere.
"Now what?" Billie asked, staring down at a lumpy potion that wasn't quite going right.
"I'm not sure," I mumbled, looking over the recipe again. "This seems different than I remember." That's when I realized that the potion in the book hadn't yet been corrected, so I really had no idea what I was doing. I sighed, practically giving up. "This is impossible," I groaned.
"Did you honestly think it would be easy to defeat the greatest overlord of all time?"
It took a moment for the voice to register in my mind, but the moment it did, I found myself leaping over the table and pushing Billie out of the way just as an energy ball came souring towards us. Once I was sure that his attack had failed, I stood to face him. "A little predictable, don't you think?"
Drew growled at me, hurling an nonstop hoard of energy balls my way. I waved my arm, allowing my telekinesis to flow through me, forcing the energy balls back toward the sender. They hit their target straight in the chest, forcing him back into the wall with enough force to dent it. Within seconds, Phoebe and Prue had made their way up to the attic. It only took Drew a moment to realize just how outnumbered he was, and he shimmered away.
"What was that?" Phoebe asked, taking a look at the dent in the wall.
"That was an upper level demon," I replied, not meeting the glare Prue had sent my way, "from my time."
We- and by we I meant Prue, Phoebe, and Billie since my opinion didn't matter- agreed not to tell Piper until she got home. She put Wyatt and Chris down for their naps, and we called Paige home. It didn't take long to explain what had happened, or for Piper to get pissed.
"Why didn't you guys tell me sooner?" Piper asked, and Paige held a look on her face that said the exact same thing.
"We didn't want to ruin your time with your family," Billie explained.
"Well, this is pretty important," Piper snapped. "Who's the demon?"
"His name is Drew," I replied. "He's one of Wyatt's hired guns. I just don't understand why Wyatt would go through the trouble of sending a demon to the past."
"Maybe he's afraid you're about to change his future," Paige said.
"I doubt it," I said, mulling it over. "Wyatt believes that everything that happens in my future is fate. If that's the case, he wouldn't think it was possible for us to change it."
"What if it's not?" Prue said, her eyes downcast. "You already tried, but it didn't work, right?"
"That just means we didn't find the right person," I persisted. A part of me repeatedly said Prue's words. What if it wasn't possible? No. It had to be possible. I couldn't accept that everything we had been through had been for nothing. "We need to figure out who gets to Wyatt and fast. Before he gets the chance to send anymore demons after us."
"But he wouldn't send anyone to kill us, right?" Phoebe asked. "I mean, that would change the future."
"I don't know, Phoebe," I replied. "I honestly don't know."
We were all worried, but we all did out best to hide it. Phoebe tried to convince herself that everything was fine as she worried about her wedding. Out of everyone, Piper seemed to be the most in denial, not that I could really blame her. She was probably just as worried as I was that Prue had been right when she said that Wyatt couldn't be saved. I was sure the thought made her just as distraught as it made me, and she hadn't even seen the future.
It was almost a week after Drew had attacked, and I finally managed to get all of the sisters and Billie together to worry about vanquishing demons. All of our powers were strong enough to vanquish most bad guys without any help, but that didn't mean a little extra back-up didn't go a long way. We had vanquished well over twenty demons when Phoebe had a premonition.
"What did you see, Phoebes?" Paige asked.
"There was a kid, a little boy, probably only a couple of years old," Phoebe said, doing her best to recall the vision. "He had black hair and blue eyes and there was a demon, and I think it was trying to drink his blood."
"Oh, gross!" Billie said, turning her head away.
"When and where?" Piper asked.
"I don't know. It looked like an apartment and it had to be around dusk," Phoebe explained.
"It's-" Paige stopped to glance at her watch, "almost seven. We need to figure out where that apartment is."
"Phoebe, were there other building's around it?" Prue asked.
"I-I don't know, I could only see inside," Phoebe explained.
"Were the walls blue?" Prue asked.
Phoebe nodded, and a wave of nausea overcame me as I came to the same conclusion Prue had.
"I know where it is," Prue said, orbing us away.
The apartment looked almost exactly as it had the last time I was there, only instead of cluttered and dusty, the place was in perfect condition. Bookshelves lined the walls and each was filled with books, mostly about history. The only thing that seemed slightly out of place was a lone coffee mug on top of a small coffee table.
"Where are we?" Paige asked.
"It's-" Prue's answer was cut short by the sound of screaming from the other room.
Prue was there in a second, waving her arm and causing a demon to go flying into the far wall. That's when I noticed a little boy, only about a month younger than Chris, with pitch black hair and bright blue eyes with nothing but terror in them. The demon, one I only recognized by face, took one look at us and knew that the battle had been lost. He shimmered away.
Prue walked over to the little boy and picked him up, holding him close. "Are you alright?" Prue asked.
He nodded, snuggling closer to her as he began to sob.
"I should have told you before," Prue said, turning to face her sisters. I could hear the words in my head before she said them aloud. "This is Preston. He's my son."