Jenna watched as the camera crew got ready to film the eclipse that was about to begin. This eclipse was unexpected. No scientists predicted it to begin today. According to them, the next one was wasn't supposed to show up for another four years. She wondered if it was God that was doing it. To let everyone know that He was in charge and can change the universe to anything He wanted.
The would be eclipse was discovered by a high school student named Kevin Tran. He said the sun and the moon's position changed and an eclipse was going to begin in a few days. He used his social media account to tell the world about it. At the time everyone laughed and had a field day making fun of him for scheduling a fake news story. It was not until scientists confirmed it was true. The best place to see the eclipse would be in southern California and Arizona.
She was currently at the radio station KLAC getting ready for her interview for her move to Paris. She auditioned for a French TV show as a joke a few months ago as a dare from a fan of hers in a YouShare comment. Surprisingly she got the part. The role was small, but if it did well, she would be offered a chance to be a regular cast member on the popular French soap opera, Nouveau Départ. (New Beginnings)
Her character was an American college student that moves to a small French village and immediately has a passionate love affair with the lead's son, the heir to a vineyard for a multi million dollar wine company. The actor who played Lucus Caswell was a very popular actor in his country. She never met him, but hoped her French was alright. It must be, because she would have never been accepted into the role.
Her agents and managers were thrilled. A YouSharer career is one thing, but a role on a popular international soap opera was another story. If her role became popular, her star power would reach new heights. As much as that sounded exciting, it felt hallow. She felt an ache in her heart thinking about the people she had to leave behind. Her family, friends, Dean.
Tears pricked in her eyes just thinking about him. When she talked to Phoebe a few days ago, she claimed her relationship with Dean was over. But as much as her friends agreed that Dean was an asshole for ghosting her, her talk with Phoebe gave her hope. Especially when Dean tried calling her. At the time she was angry and blocked his and his brother's Sam's phone numbers, but wondered if she was making a mistake. She to her irritation felt a tug in her heart whenever she was thinking about him. She looked in the crowd outside hoping against hope he was out there just waiting. But there was too many people. But then the eclipse began. She was ready to go outside to check it out as well when a producer tapped her on her shoulder. She had a visitor.
Who? She was on a tight schedule. Who would that be? When she went to the back door where famous stars come and go without being bothered by the fans, she saw a young woman there. Who was she? Was she a employee of the radio station, or a fan. Her questions were soon answered.
The young woman when Jenna approached, look like she was trying not to cry. 'Definitely a fan.' She thought. This fan must be related to the radio station's DJ. Smiling at the fan she introduced herself.
"Hi I'm Jenna."
The fan just stands there not saying anything. She was too busy staring at her with tears. Jenna just stood there with her smile frozen. "What is your name?" She asked. This wouldn't be a first time she met a shy fan.
"Ann."
"Please to meet you Ann. Are you excited about the eclipse?"
"Kind of. But seeing you in person is something I waited my whole life."
"Really? I'm just a ordinary girl. Besides, I was only on YouShare a few years. Besides, you look the same age as me."
"Believe me I'm way younger than you. Oh my god. I can't believe I'm meeting you." Jenna couldn't help but feel flattered. This girl was sweet.
"Do you want to take a picture together before the eclipse starts?" Jenna asks
"Yes! Oh my god. Yes. I just want to say I love you."
"Awww. I love you too. Carl, can you take a picture of us?" She asks her agent who was in the room with her keeping an eye on things.
"Are you sure?" Carl couldn't help but feel suspicious. Jenna had some crazy stalkers before. Especially the time Jenna got hurt at that con in Hollywood a few years ago. How did she get romantically involved with that criminal he would never understand. He secretly hoped they broke up so Jenna could date her new costar in Paris. The tabloids would go nuts.
"Say cheese!" Jenna tells her adoring fan.
"CHEESE!" Click.
"Here's your phone back. I have to get going. Carl, come with me outside. I want to see that eclipse. It's nice to meet you Ann."
"You too. Thank you." The DJ that let her in told her she had to leave. Jenna's interview was about to begin. Ann couldn't help but smile. She smiled at the picture of her and Jenna. She kissed the screen. "Thanks."
After the eclipse was over and after giving her interview on the DJ's station she was ready to leave. Carl wanted her to stay to sign autographs outside, but she declined. She just wanted to go home to rest before her flight the next night. Right before she was ready to get in her Civic to go home she saw Ann waiting for her. 'Oh no.' Usually fans like her cling to her believing they had a connection with one another. She smiled nervously at her.
"Hello again. May I help you?"
"I just came to give you a message. Please don't move to Paris. Please."
"That would be kinda hard. I already have a new job in Paris."
"No. I mean don't move there forever. You will regret it. Please. There is something here that means the world to you."
"Ann. That's really sweet. I'll keep your words to heart. Now I must go. It was really good to meet you."
"Wait! Before you go. I have something to give you. It was very important to me, I want you to have it." She gives her a plain white box.
Jenna opens it nervously hoping it wasn't a bomb. It was a copper tribal head with a black cord.
"It was in the family for a few years. It was given to me by my dad before he died. I want you to have it."
Jenna looks at it. It was ugly, but she wasn't going to say it out loud. "Thank you Ann. I appreciate it."
"My dad's friend says it will bring protection to the wearer."
Jenna was touched. "Are you sure? This was your father's."
"I know. But I want you to have it."
"Thank you. I love it."
"Put it on."
"Okay." Ann smiles at her.
"It looks fantastic."
Jenna couldn't help but smile. She asks Ann if she wanted a hug. She did. After they hug Ann wishes her good luck in Paris. Jenna tells her thank you. Then after they hug, Jenna told her she needed to go home.
"Good luck with that show of yours. I'll definitely be tuning in."
"Aww. It's only a small role."
"My mom always told me, there is no such thing as small roles. Just meaningful ones. Have a safe trip."
"Bye."
"Bye." Jenna watches Ann in her driver's side window as she drove away. She couldn't help but feel flattered that she gave her, her dad's necklace. It didn't look like much, but Jenna felt a powerful feeling coming out of it. She knew then this necklace was going to be meaningful in the future.
As soon as she got home she was greeted by a sight. Her ex Dean was there with a bouquet of dried flowers.
Paige finished her bowl and cereal and washed it in the sink. Prue and Piper were very anal about dirty dishes. Doesn't matter why, she knew ONE little bowl will hardly make a mess. Although she reluctantly agreed one dish can easily turn to a whole sink.
Phoebe left a few minutes ago, she wanted to volunteer at the soup kitchen today. Prue was still out, most likely taking pictures with that new camera of hers. Paige needed a hobby. Hmm. That's it, she can go to the bay. There has to something to do to pass the time. Just about as she was about to leave, she took a sketchpad as well as some pencils with her. She used to sketch for fun back in high school, but quit when her parents died.
She took the trolley to the waterfront area and took a bus the rest of the way. Since she had no classes scheduled since it was a Saturday, she decided to spend the day sketching. She had a hard time deciding where to go, till she she saw a sailboat. It was kinda far away, but where she seen it was a perfect spot. There was a small cliff there and the way the sun shined on the water was perfect for it.
Smiling a small grin, she sat down and started drawing. And hour later she managed to draw a rough sketch of the San Francisco ocean. There was various boats, people playing in the water, and fishermen fishing on the piers. She looked at her drawing with her lip bitten. To the amateur it looked okay, but to Paige, it seemed fake. She ripped out the paper and started over.
The next drawing she did was more better. It had the same elements as before, but the people were missing. In their place was angels. The angels she drew didn't look like traditional angels, like the ones that were often depicted like humans with wings, but more estotic like. Humanoid looking creatures with wings. She knew many would consider them ugly, if not scary, but in her mind, they were the closet depiction of the angel's true forms.
After she finished drawing she stared at the picture for a long time. She had no clue why she drew the things she did, but she had the overwhelming feeling she had to draw. There was four angels. The largest one was the Archangel Raphael. He had his form, but was carrying what looked like a healing kit. A small basket with balls of light inside. The other ones she didn't know, but was proud of the work that she did.
Raphael was flying overhead, healing the injured angel that was wounded from the great fall. Heaven fell, and many angels were expelled from their home. The one that was injured was laying on Earth's soil. He was one of the few that was greatly injured and Raphael was coming to heal him and to treat his wounds. Paige couldn't help it. The drawing saddened her and she teared up. The other two were standing around lost and confused. They were staring ahead. Both had their backs turned away from Paige and were holding hands. She noticed that she drew them with their wings missing.
"That is a beautiful drawing."
Paige looked up. There was a cute guy standing beside her. He was blonde and was wearing a blazer and blue jeans.
"What you created. It is the closest representation of angels I ever seen."
"What made you think I drew angels?"
"I know a Whitelighter when I see it." Seeing Paige stiffen up, he tried to backtrack. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm not a demon. I swear. It's just the light you have inside of you, it burns white."
"Angel?" Paige asks.
"Name's Balthazar."
"Paige."
"Ah yes. Your father was a whitelighter. Sam? Wasn't it?" Paige nods.
"Yeah. He was in hiding for a couple of years after he knocked your mother up. He was afraid Heaven would go after him. Personally, I couldn't care less, but those stick in the mud Elders believe their whitelighters should be celibate forever. No wonder they were almost wiped out. Sheesh. Loosen up! If Michael can come down to Earth, then everyone else should too.''
"Whoa. Michael is here? Why?"
"His nephew is MIA. If he isn't found soon, there will be anarchy. Already the angels upstairs are fighting. Won't be long before Heaven collapses."
"Doesn't Michael keep his angels in line?"
"Not since His Father, our Creator decided to erase everything. The angels are rebelling. Half already left Heaven. The only ones that stayed are loyal to Michael and God. But one thing everyone has in common is that Jack may be the one to save Creation."
"A nephilim? How?".
"He is God's grandson. Being a arch-nephilim, the child of a archangel born with a soul, means he is equal or stronger than God. The whispers say God is afraid. So far we have no clue if God knows Jack exists, but we sense another powerful Being in existence."
"Who?"
"I don't know. But the last time Creation was destroyed was during the First War."
"What First War?"
"The one with the Darkness."
Jenna just stared at Dean. Neither said anything. They just sat there rooted to their places until a car noise startled them. It was Jenna that spoke first.
"Why are you here? What ever you are planning, I want nothing to do with it."
"Jenna..."
"No! I'm sick of your excuses. There is always something to do with hunting. If not hunting, its about your brother. Look I know you have a job to do, but so do I. I can't wait forever for you. Please take those flowers, which look dead to me and go. I can't take this anymore."
Dean looks at Jenna who now looked like she was trying not to cry. Dean walks up to her and held her while she tried not to sniffle.
Dean just stood there holding her. She was right. His apologies will mean jack shit to her. No matter what he said or did, his job and Sam came first. The voice in his head was telling him she deserved better, but his heart was telling him another story. He also noticed Jenna never pushed him away. She could have pushed him away and slammed the door to her heart forever, but she didn't.
Jenna just stood in Dean's arms while he held her. She was trying not to cry and failing miserably. She was due to leave tomorrow and was ready to give Dean a goodbye letter as soon as she got home. But when she saw Dean sitting on her porch, she didn't know what to think. Her stubborn heart was telling her to kiss Dean, but her mind was yelling at her to go inside and leave Dean forever. Then she noticed his heart beating. It was slow and steady, but she felt herself holding him closer to listen.
Dean felt the warmth of her body as she pressed up against him and he felt himself pulling her closer. The next thing they knew they were inside Jenna's condo and were pulling each other clothes off. They were kissing hard and Jenna was pulling the belt off Dean's jeans. Dean was yanking off her shirt and was in the process of ripping off her bra when his phone rang.
Jenna stopped and looked at Dean breathing hard. The spell they were under wore off and both were just standing there with Dean's phone going off. Dean then took out his phone and turned it off without looking at the phone ID. Then he grabbed her and started kissing her again. Jenna wanted nothing more than to kiss him back but Dean's phone reminded her why she wanted to leave this relationship. She then reluctantly pulled away and stared at Dean with regret. Dean must have sensed what she was trying to say and took her hands in his begging with his eyes not to say what she was going to say.
"Dean.."
"Jen. Please. It will be different I swear."
"Will it? You are a hunter. I am just an ordinary girl. You will always be on the road. What will happen if this relationship keeps going? I'll never see you. What about the future? I love you, but we can never be together. Not with the world ending. I'm sorry." She then cried.
Dean felt himself tearing up. He knew she was right. But he remembered Sam and Piper. Both were hunters. Even though they came from different worlds, they still went out their way to make things work. Sam was a college dropout who became a hunter. Piper was a powerful witch who happened to be a Charmed one. Her destiny is always meant to save the world. Her and her sisters. Dean knew that their offspring will be expected to follow their mothers path. Sam and Piper had discussed it. Neither one had plans to have children, not with the state of events, but if, I mean a big IF, they win, Dean knew Piper wanted to start a family.
Dean looked at Jenna who now turned away from him. Dean wanted to hold her but couldn't move. Jenna was staring at nothing. She heard Dean breathing. She was standing there with nothing more than her bra and pants and felt too self conscious to turn around. Dean must have sensed it he wordlessly handed her top.
"Thanks." She then squeezed the necklace Ann gave her and immediately felt a calmness. The emotions she had for Dean settled inside her, and she had her answer.
Dean was looking at her as she turned around. Then with surprised eyes he watched her as she turned around and hugged him. Dean didn't know what you say. Was this a goodbye?
"The Darkness. Was is That?" Paige asked.
"There was a story that was told to us when we were young fledglings. Before God existed before Creation began, there was a dark evil force that ruled. God and his children, the Archangels beat back the Darkness and locked it away so It can not do harm. It was locked away for eons, until recently. The Darkness was freed. Then She started killing. We were afraid. But there was good news. She had no interest in destroying Creation, she just wanted a apology from God."
"So if She got her apology, why is God ending things?"
"I don't know. Some of the angels are blaming Michael for allowing Jack to live. He did disobey his Father. Heaven forbids nephilms to exist."
"That's unfair. Jack is a good man. The whole time I knew him, he did nothing but good. I think God is afraid Jack will unsurp Him."
"Careful you don't say things like that out loud. We don't know if God is listening."
Paige puts her hand over her mouth. "Ooh, right. Whoops." She then checks out her watch. "I got to go. Thanks for talking to me. It was nice talking to you."
"No problem. That drawing of yours. Can I have it?"
"Um, okay. But why? That drawing is not my best work."
"It reminds me of Home. I loved the description of me laying there. Plus the drawing of Cas and Hannah without wings."
"That was you? Sorry!"
"Don't worry about it. I dreamed I died. My alternative self must have died in another world. Raphael must have been the one that killed me. Oh well. Nothing makes sense anymore. Take care Whitelighter."
"Paige. My name is Paige. And I am half human."
"Right. See you around." Then he disappeared in a flap of wings. Paige then packed up and walked away, not realizing there was a man recording her on his phone.
Dean just stood there not knowing what to say. When Jenna looked up at him, her eyes told him everything. He knew what to do. He then went down on one knee. Jenna just stared at him with wide eyes.
Taking one of her hands he then asked. "Jenna, I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you by being the best husband. Marry me."
Jenna just stared at him. She didn't know what to say. But looking at Dean's hopeful eyes she found herself nodding with blurry eyes.
"Yes." Then she found herself being in Dean's arms.
"I didn't bring my mom's wedding rings, but I promise I'll get them to you. Just I have to go back to Lawrence."
Jenna was happy, but she knew she had to tell Dean the truth about her move to Paris. Damn. This will crush Dean.
"Dean. I have something to tell you."
"About Paris right?"
"You know about it?"
"I do follow you on social media. I'm not mad. Just going to miss you while your gone. Jen, I'm going to figure out how to make this work. You know I can't stop hunting. There was a lot of hunters that were murdered by the Men of Letters. Not to mention demons, ghosts, and any other evil things out there."
"Not to mention God." They both look at each other grimly.
"I know. Jenna. Are you alright with what I do for a living? You may have to censor everything."
"Yea. I thought about it. But you know what, I don't care. If Piper, her sisters, Sam and you hunted, then so can I. Just teach me the basics. I need to know how to protect myself. I know about salt, shotgun shells, and holy water. But what else is out there."
"Demons, werewolves, vampires, the list goes on. Jenna, are you okay with it?"
"Are you okay with fame? My managers and fans will want to know about you. Not to mention my new role on a French soap opera."
"We'll figure it out. Jen, thanks."
"For what."
"For believing in me."
She smiled at Dean and kissed him. Outside, a dedicated fan watching through Jenna's living room window cheers silently. 'Yes!'
Once Paige got home, she was shocked to see reporters outside. 'What the...' One reporter seeing Paige, runs up to her followed by a camera crew.
"Miss Matthews, Dave Richards, San Francisco KTSF channel 04, can you grant me a interview about angels."
She blinked. There was more coming. There was some from The Bay Mirror, The LA Times, and countless others. "Well I..."
"PAIGE! Get inside!" That was Prue's voice. Paige pulls away from the mob and runs inside.
"What the hell? Prue, what is going on?"
"Fuck. Not again. Paige. Did you use magic outside? Did you orb?"
"No, of course not."
"Well someone tipped off what you are. A part Whitelighter. There is a video of you and a guy disappearing into thin air. Luckily, your backs were turned and no one heard you guys talking or reading lips, but someone was following you. They released a video of him appearing and disappearing again."
"Balthazar. But he wouldn't. Prue, what do you mean not again. Did this happen before?"
They were interrupted when the front door slammed.
"Fucking vultures. Prue! Paige! What the hell is going out there! They are looking for Paige! There is a bunch of reporters out there."
"That is not the only thing. Look." Prue tells them looking out their window.
There was a man outside preaching. He wasn't alone, he had a few followers with him praying. Some of them had signs of Paige's picture of her with a photoshopped picture of her with a halo and wings.
"Oh no. How did they find out? I made sure I NEVER used my powers for personal gain or in public."
"Someone must have found out Paige's whitelighter side. Dammit. It's the same thing with Piper and myself all over again." Prue remembered that. They were caught using magic, and when Piper got shot, Prue had no choice but to race her to the hospital to save her life using her powers. Unfortunately Piper died from massive blood loss from a shotgun wound, but the Source turned back time before the sniper bullet hit Prue. They managed to reset time, but were almost killed by Shax. Unfortunately they lost the innocent they couldn't save, but Leo managed to save both before they both died.
Since time resetted Itself, neither understood why both were allowed to maintain their memories. Phoebe's ex, Cole remarked that it was important that magic stayed a secret from man. The Source knew that magic being exposed would jeopardize their evil plans, so he allowed everyone to remember their lesson. To stop being so careless. But Prue always wondered if it was the Source, or God that was pulling the strings. Since the Source himself died in Cole's hands, then when Cole became the new Source, died too. God must have a weird sense of humor.
The house phone rang. Everyone turned and stared at it. "Don't answer it." Prue remarked..
Paige looks at the caller ID. "The phone number area code comes from Kansas."
"That is Piper. Paige answer it."
"What the hell?! Did you guys see what's on the news?" Piper yells over the phone.
"You mean the stupid video of me by the ocean? Piper, I can explain that the angel I was talking to was a illusionist. I used to date a professional magician."
"NO! The angels are exposing themselves! There is a preacher named Buddy Boyle that is showing proof angels exist! The angels are on TV begging for vessels! They are also promising Paradise on Earth for finding Jack!"
Dean and Jenna stare at the monitor in horror. There was an angel being interviewed by Larry King. He was using his powers to heal on TV. He also had two others that were showing themselves taking over vessels of famous celebrities.
'No, no, no. Not again.' Prue was horrified. Magic was now exposed. Not by humans, but by Heaven Itself. Prue didn't trust God, but needed Him now. She prayed.
Meanwhile Jack and Claire were hitchhiking to Los Angeles. They concluded they needed help from new sources. Jack felt a familiar tug. A relative related to him was on the West Coast. He couldn't use his powers or fly. His powers didn't exist here. Not in this World.