Author's Note:

First of all, thank you all so much for the support!! This is a look on the lives of the some of the Charmed One's children. Enjoy !


The exuberant sun pierced through the blinds into the bedroom of young Penny Halliwell. She cringed, placing her hand over her eyes. Her clock rang on cue. She groaned and punched the 'off' button. The clock flashed the date and time; September 16, 7:30 A.M. She crawled out of bed and got ready for the day. She chose her best suit and arranged her hair nicely. Today was the day she was getting evaluated. She sighed and looked up.

"The only thing I want today is no demon attacks. Just for everything to go smoothly. Please," she thought out loud, exasperated. She grabbed a good luck charm from her drawer. Her other charms jingled as her fingers grazed against them. She tossed it into her purse and headed to her car, driving to the building. She made her way to the office and stepped inside. Three women stood hunched over a computer, deep in conversation. Penny slipped into her small office and put her purse in a safe area. She grabbed her clipboard and walked over to them. A woman, in her thirties, with dirty blond hair turned towards Penny. She smiled, lifting her hands up.

"Penny! Thank goodness you are here," she exclaimed, placing a hand around her shoulder. Penny smiled.

"Hello Leela, how are you today?"

Her boss motioned for her to come to the computer, "Better now that you're here. Come help us, we cannot decide the wedding dress for this young girl, Sara." Penny smiled and nodded at the petite brunette. She looked at the computer, which showed two wedding dresses, both sleeveless. One had a veil that reached the floor and lace enveloped the full bottom of the dress. The other had a short, middle of the back veil, but a similar full bottom. The major difference was the torso. The first had a complex design while the second was simple. Penny thought for a moment.

"Sara, what time of the year are you holding your wedding?" she questioned.

The girl shook her head, "Actually, I'm not sure yet. I recently got engaged, but I'm a sucker for planning early on. I want to get the perfect wedding dress."

"Ever since she was a little girl," the other woman butted in. She looked like Sara, but slightly aged. Penny figured she was her mother. Penny turned back to the computer and back at Sara again.

"Looking at your figure and bone structure, I'd say this one," she pointed to the second, simple dress, "would be a better choice. The first is so complex, with its designs in the center and its extravagant veil. It would cast people's attention everywhere; they wouldn't know where to look. But with this second one, it's simple enough to recognize your beautiful features, complement your body, and it's still eye-catching enough, but not so eye-catching that they like the dress more than the bride."

Leela raised her eyebrow and nodded, smiling. "Didn't I tell you she's my best?"

Penny smiled to herself. The elderly woman looked at her daughter in agreement.

"I picked that one myself," she smiled. "I'm Elizabeth, darling and you have marvelous taste."

Penny smiled in return. "Thank you Ma'am, it's so nice to meet you."

"Come with me Elizabeth," Leela led her away and they walked over to another computer. Penny locked eyes with Sara.

"So are you excited?"

Sara nodded. "Very much. I don't even know my wedding date, let alone much about the wedding. We haven't discussed the details much, but my mom insisted on getting a planner this early on and I can't say I disagree."

"You made such a great choice. Leela's one of the greatest planners out there, why do you think I intern with her?" Penny smiled. Sara nodded.

Penny noticed her warm clothing.

"Are you cold?" she questioned.

Sara looked down at her warm vest and long sleeved shirt. "Oh." She laughed.

"I just moved here from Chicago. Didn't get a chance to take out my summer clothing. I got transferred from my job; I'm in the advertising business."

Penny's eyes lit up, "Oh wow! That sounds incredible. Advertising was my second choice." She paused for a moment. "I couldn't imagine having another other career than this, but if I couldn't make it as a wedding planner, advertising was a close second."

"It's amazing, I love it," Sara nodded enthusiastically.

"What is you fiancé involved in?" Penny asked, to keep conversation going as Leela was busy talking to Elizabeth.

"He's a police officer. Since I got transferred, he's getting involved in the San Francisco Police Department. His father used to work there so he has no doubts they'll accept him," Sara explained. Penny nodded.

"Oh, that's interesting. My cousin is an officer over there," she said.

Sara opened her mouth to say something, but Leela appeared before them.

Elizabeth was talking. "Thank you Leela, my daughter and I will call soon." She turned to Penny. "And honey…" She motioned to her for a name.

"Penelope."

"Thank you. Penelope, you are a treasure. I hope to see you here next time I come by," she smiled, sharing a look with Leela, and said her good-byes.

"Welcome to San Francisco," Penny said, waving good-bye. She turned to Leela.

"Very nicely handled," Leela said, smiling. "Follow me; I need a couple things done." Penny nodded and followed her into her office, smiling to herself.


Pandora shuffled from her fifth period Cupid class to find a student from her first period potion-making class to give him the add-on notes he missed. She walked by a crowd of students.

"Excuse me, have you seen Brett…?" she stopped short as she got to the center of the circle. The student she was looking for was glaring angrily at another one of Dora's students. He pushed him up against the one of the many bookshelves, knocking down books.

"Hey!" Dora yelled. She ran up to Brett and pushed him off the other student.

"Cross me again Warren, and next time, I won't let you live," he fumed out, storming through the crowd of people. Dora stared bewildered at Warren.

"Everybody!" she yelled. "Back to your classes, now." They quickly shuffled out of there, knowing her stand in power. She glared back at Warren.

"March," she said strictly. He ran off, picking up his backpack.

"Man, I sound more like my Aunt Paige every day," she sighed, referring to her Aunt who learned to be strict with her students after she became a teacher. She ran after Brett, who stormed into one of the many small, deserted libraries of Magic School. She followed him in there, watching his moves. He rested his head against the books, slamming his hand against the shelf. He felt her presence and groaned, trying to leave.

She stepped in front of him, her black overcoat swiftly swaying with her.

"This is not the first time you let your temper get the best of you," she reminded. He closed his eyes.

"I have had enough of you telling me what I'm feeling. I don't freakin' care if you can sense my emotions. You have no idea what I'm going through. So stop pretending to know me, because you don't," he said darkly.

She shook her head.

"You know what Brett? I am so sick and tired of you feeling sorry for yourself. It's time for you to grow up and move on. You aren't the only one who has problems," she spit out, throwing the stack of notes at his feet. "Here are your notes. Ditch class again, you're not welcome in my class." She barged out.

He clenched his jaw and hit the shelf again, knocking down several books. He picked up the notes and ran after her.

"D," he shouted after her. He jumped in front of her.

"There are classes going on, and that's Professor Pandora to you," she said coldly.

He laughed and put his hand up to his head. "Okay, Professor Pandora." He looked at her solemn face and guiltily looked down. "I'm sorry. He said something, I couldn't control myself, I'm sorry."

She sighed, knowing she had to give him another chance. She grabbed his arm and led him to the lounge of the school.

"I know it's been hard for you... It's not easy to lose a parent. And your situation doesn't make it any easier, but I thought I could get through to you. The minute I turn my head around, you go and do exactly what you promised you wouldn't."

"I know," he said. "It's hard to just forget something like this."

"I'm not asking you to forget it. I'm asking you not to let it get to you as much as it is. Focus on your studies, focus on your future," she lectured.

He sat down, clutching his head with his hands.

"I don't understand why he would do this to me?" he said with a vulnerable voice. She softened her eyes and sat next to him.

"It's not his fault. He didn't choose to be evil," she reminded.

"Yeah, but he could have saved himself. But he didn't and he left me here, all alone," he said, quietly.

"It took him and it's not fair. Demons are unfair. They don't think about our feelings, it's never been like that. They just barge into our lives and mess everything up, but our job is to stop them. We were born into it," she explained.

He shook his head. "It sucks." He rubbed his head, running his hand through his hair; a short buzz cut.

She picked up the notes from the table and handed it to him.

"Focus on school. Magic is not always a bad thing," she said. He looked at her and took the stack.

"You're too cool to be a teacher," he said. She laughed.

"Hey, I am only twenty. I'm entitled to be cool sometimes," she stopped smiling. "Oh man. I sound so old. I really need a break." She brought her hand up to her head. He laughed.


"Excuse me?" Tricia spit out as her boss brushed past her.

"You heard me," he said. She barged after him, walking into his office.

"Lieutenant Loft, you cannot be serious. I do not need a partner," she complained. Earlier that morning her boss had surprised her with news of a new partner.

"Enough," he said firmly. "No more going out on cases on spur of the moment without anyone backing you up. I am not taking that chance anymore. Do you realize the risk you take? Not just your life, you risk the lives of innocents." He sat down, filing some papers.

"But Lieutenant, I do it because I can handle it by myself. I can't have someone on my back all the time," she said, banging her hands on his desk.

He raised his eyebrow at her, motioning to her hands.

"Sorry," she said, taking her hands off his desk. He got up and opened a file cabinet. She followed him. He shuffled through folders.

"He's very professional. His own father was a Captain here. Back at Chicago, he was top of the notch. And like it or not, he's your partner. So get used to it, and be nice," he said, turning to her. He pulled out a folder. He opened it and took out a packet of papers paper clipped together. He handed her the stack.

She grabbed them with one hand reluctantly.

"Read up on your new partner, Officer Halliwell," he left the office. She followed him out and groaned, throwing her hand in the air, angrily. She looked down at the stack and flipped to the first page. Her eyes widened at the name.

"No way," she said. She angrily marched to her desk and threw the stack on her desk, allowing papers to fly off the desk. The paper clip flew off and the second page became visible. She grabbed her bag and barged out of the station. The name lay on her desk. August Caleb Monroe.