Charming the Halliwells

All rights to the Halliwells and Charmed go to The Wb and Aaron Spelling.

This is a spin-off of his creation, of which we're all thankful for. Please

Do not plagiarize or anything. LOVE YA



"Are you sure you got this right?" Wyatt asked.

"I have visions, visions guide me." I said, "So, yeah, I'm sure!"

Chris chuckled, "Look, calm down, it's a tiny thing and then we can head to Aunt Phoebe's." he said.

"What is this place?" I asked, looking around at the other witches. We were in a warehouse with other witches and they were...I don't know, being annoying.

"Excuse me, what are we doing here?" Wyatt asked a brunette lady.

The lady looked him over, "Well, hi there." She smirked, "We're here for the full moon."

"You're werewolves?" Chris asked.

"No, not at all." The witch said, "We all are support, we meet every full moon."

"Any reason why?" Wyatt asked.

"You're new here." The Lady said.

"We're the Charmed Ones." Wyatt said, "We came because there could be trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" The lady asked.

"Marietta!" One of the other witches panicked.

"What is it?" Marietta called.

Then, it was like time stopped and a blinding light. Then a searing pain...

Chapter 46: Dual Sanity

The Halliwell Sisters made their way downtown, to a warehouse far away from them. There had been an explosion that had rocked the city of San Francisco! Wyatt, Drake, and Chris had gone to the warehouse, or at least they said they had. Drake had a premonition of something bad and the three had gone to the warehouse to help. Piper walked right over to the cop who kept the crowd at bay.

"I need to get through!" Piper said.

"Sorry, I can't let you through." The cop said.

"My sons are in there!" Piper argued, raising her hand and freezing the entire crowd. Piper waited for Phoebe and Paige to protest, but they didn't, instead, they hurried by the cop and into the burned building. Once inside, the saw the carnage that had been witches. The witches lay all around, in pain.

"Wyatt!" Phoebe shouted.

"Chris!" Paige shouted.

"My baby!" a lone voice said.

"Drake." All three said, rushing in the direction of the voice. When they reached the center of the room, a gigantic scorch mark laid there. They looked a few yards away and saw that Wyatt lay, motionless, next to Chris, who was trying to stand.

"Chris!" Piper said, running and hugging him, "Are you okay?!"

"Yeah," Chris said, looking down at Wyatt, "Wyatt." He said, bending down to check his pulse.

"Is he..." Phoebe asked.

"He's breathing." Chris said, looking around, "Where's Drake?"

There was a moan above and they looked overhead and saw that, on the scaffolding, Drake laid, writhing in pain. Paige and Chris ran up to the scaffold and helped me up. As I got up, I coughed and dusted the ash and soot off of me.

"Are you okay?" Piper panicked up to us.

"Yeah." I panted, sitting up.

"I take it the shield didn't hold up." Chris said.

I shook my head, "There wasn't time. The baby barely had time to pull up a shield for it." I said.

"That explains why all of you look like barbeque except your stomach." Paige said, "Are you okay?"

"Where's Wyatt?" I asked.

"Wyatt's not in good shape." Piper yelled from below.

"Get him out of here." I said.

"She can't." A voice said, calling our attention to a man standing a few feet away.

"Why isn't he frozen?" Phoebe asked.

He presented the talisman around his neck, "I'm immune." He smirked. His unsettling green eyes settled on Wyatt, who was barely breathing, "My name is Coleman."

"Did you do this?" Phoebe asked.

"I thought I had, but I might have missed a few." Coleman said, eyeing us.

"Witch hunter?" Paige asked.

Coleman now had a knife, but I threw up my hands and unfroze the place, causing everyone continued the frenzy and Coleman was lost in the shuffle.

"What do we do?" Paige asked, "If one of you freezes the scene, he's going to take his shot."

"And we can't do magic in front of all these people." Chris said.

"We need to get him out of the way." I said.

"Can we chance a spell?" Paige asked.

"We have to do something or Wyatt's not going to make it." Piper panicked.

"Wyatt, is going to make it." I said angrily, "Chris when I freeze the room, you're going to have to be fast and get the talisman off him."

"I don't know, what if he gets to you?" Chris asked.

Wyatt coughed.

I lifted my hands to my chest, "I call upon the ancient powers, in my darkest hour, blind the enemy with thi..." I said, but I was sent hurtling back and landed on my back! I groaned in pain as my back arched.


"I call upon the ancient powers, in my darkest hour, blind the enemy with this sp..." I groaned and writhed in pain, "...ell!" I grunted, twirling my hand in the air.

The room froze and a blinding light hovered not far from us and I heard the familiar jingle of orbs as Chris orbed away and I looked over to see Paige healing Wyatt. I looked up to see Chris snatch the talisman from Coleman's neck, but Coleman backhanded him, and Chris slid across the floor.

"I..." I coughed, "I call upon the ancient powers, reverse this curse, reveal the pain, bring him back to this to which he was to blame." I groaned.

Coleman's eyes lit up as a miniature explosion rocked the crowd back into action as my freeze broke and the room watched in awe as the second explosion happened! I shielded my eyes from the blast and sighed, laying back. Wyatt walked over and picked up my head.

"Are you okay, baby?" Wyatt asked.

I nodded, panting, "That took a lot." I said.

"We need to get you home." Wyatt said, looking around, "We didn't save them."

"It was a trap." I said, "A good one, baby, are you alright?"

"I am." Wyatt said, dusting off the ash, "You feel alright? We need to move you."

I waved my hand in the air and the room froze, "That good enough?" I asked.

"That's perfect baby." Wyatt said, grabbing my arm as we orbed away.


I sat by the fire in the living room, drinking warm milk, which would probably make me sick because I was a little, well, more than a little lactose intolerant. Wyatt walked in and smiled at me, then sat next to me, cuddling up with me. I smiled to myself and cuddled up with him.

"Are you okay?" Wyatt asked.

"No." I said, "You could have died."

"Nothing different." Wyatt joked.

I shook my head, "I'm serious, this is serious." I said.

"I'm sorry." Wyatt said, "We could have died. We're always an inch from death."

"We were feet from a bomb." I said, "He hates us. He hates us and he doesn't even know us."

"Welcome to life." Wyatt said.

"He killed people." I frowned, "A lot of people and they were somebody's mothers, somebody's aunts...they were people."

"That's what I love about you." Wyatt said.

"What?" I asked.

Wyatt nodded, "You care." He said, "He did a really bad thing."

"And I did a bad thing, too." I frowned, "I did what he did."

"Karma's a bitch, babe." Wyatt said, "He started it."


"You had to, he was going to hurt me. He was going to hurt Chris and mom and..."

I shook my head, "It was a bad thing to do. Is that what I'm going to teach a child? He blew us up, so we blow him up?" I asked.

"You're going to be a great dad." Wyatt said.


"Incoming." Chris said, orbing in with a teenager, only a few years younger than us. She was a beautiful African American girl with long black hair and curious brown eyes.

"Who's the girl?" I asked.

"Chelsea Parson." Chris said, "The Book's upstairs, right?"

"Is this your charge?" I asked.

"Charge?" Chelsea asked.

"She's a potential whitelighter." Chris said, walking to the stairs.

I followed him, "What's going on?" I asked.

"Some really bad guys are after her." Chris said, climbing the stairs.

"Demonic guys?" I asked.

"Nope." Chris said quickly.

I turned back to Chelsea, "So, you go to school?" I asked.

"Umm, yeah." Chelsea said, a little freaked out.

"So, who's after you?" Wyatt asked, joining us in the foyer.

"My father." Chelsea said, "He needs my soul."

"Come again?" I asked.

"My father made a deal with a demon and the demon wanted my soul and if my father doesn't give him my soul by midnight, my dad loses his." Chelsea explained.

"Well, that's a hell of a thing." I said, speechless.

"My dad's a bastard." Chelsea said quickly.

"Do you know the demon's name?" Wyatt asked.

"No, all I know is what I overheard." Chelsea said, looking around, "This is a nice house."

"Thanks, it's a family home." Wyatt smiled, "You want to take a seat?"

"No...No, all this...magic? It's a little overwhelming." Chelsea said slowly.

There was a knock at the door and Chelsea jumped.

"It's just the door." I said quickly.

"It could be the demon!" Chelsea panicked.

"Demons don't use the front door...well, there was once, but he also took a cab." I said, walking to the door. I opened the door to see Darryl Morris Jr., "Hi," I said behind the door, "Now's not a good time."

"A Wicca center downtown was blown up, you might want to let me in." Darryl said.

I let him in, "We know." I said.

"You know? How do you know?" Darryl asked.

Suddenly, Kyle orbed in, "Are you guys alright, I heard." He said.

"What'd he hear?" Darryl asked.

"That we were in that building when it blew up." I answered.

"What's going on?" Wyatt asked, "You're freaking out the innocent."

"There's an innocent?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, we need you to find any info you can on Faustian deals and anything dealing with soul promising." I asked.


"No buts, I need you to do it now." I pleaded.

"Okay, but you owe me an explanation." Kyle said, orbing away.

"You were in that building? Are you okay?" Darryl asked.

"We're fine." I said.

"How'd you get out?" Darryl asked.

"We didn't," Wyatt said, "We had to get out and there were too many witches to heal. We had to leave quick because one of the people in the building was a witch hunter."

"Coleman." I said quickly.

"Reese Coleman?" Darryl asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I think."

"He escaped from his hospital room before he could be questioned." Darryl said, "He had some pretty major burns."

"So, he's out there?" I asked.

"We've got a squad on it, so don't worry." Darryl said, "Can you describe what happened?"

"Well, we were just standing in the building, talking to one of the wiccas, then there was bright light." Wyatt said, "Then I was being healed."

"He had a talisman." I said, "He almost killed us."

"You're lucky." Darryl said, "Most of the other witches didn't survive." He said walking to the door, "Thanks for the intel."

We nodded as he left. I turned to talk to Wyatt, but before I could say anything, there was a crash from upstairs and Wyatt bounded upstairs after the noise. Chelsea and I were right behind him. When got there, a table full of potions was turned over and Chris lay on the other side of the room. Two demons stood above him, one with a fireball, about to kill him. Wyatt waved his hand and one of the spilled potions flew up and blew the demon up. The other demon turned to us and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"What in the hell was that?" I asked.

"Calabraxas." Chris croaked, rising to his feet and dusting off, "The demon Chelsea's dad made the deal with."

"Who is Chelsea's dad?" Wyatt asked.

"He's a senator." Chris said, walking to the book, "Three guess how he became a senator."

"I'm guessing it wasn't through the power of positive thinking." I joked.

"Nope." Chris smirked, "Are you sure you're up for helping me with my charge?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"You do have your own problems." Chris said.

"He's right, baby, maybe we should take this one." Wyatt said.

"Wait, you guys are..." Chelsea said, putting that together, "Darn it."

I chuckled, "Look, I'm already helping, so let's go to this." I said.

"When did you get pregnant?" Chelsea asked.

"It's a spell, to cloak my pregnancy." I said.

"Wait, so, you're pregnant?" Chelsea asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Guys don't, I mean, I've never..."

"Well I am, so get over it." I said.

"Okay," Chelsea said, "Sorry."

"So, Calabraxas, who is it and how can we vanquish...I wanna say, him?" I asked.

"Yes, he's a him." Chris said, "High level devil type-demon. Literally, he's red with a tail and horns and makes wishes come true in exchange for souls."

"Maybe I can help." Warren said, standing in the doorway.

We all looked over at him in shock. He hadn't been himself since his demonic turn.

"Hey, Warn, you okay?" Wyatt asked slowly.

Warren nodded, "I just really need something to do." He said.

"Okay, well, we could always use help." Chris smiled, "The vanquishing potion seems complicated."

"I'll get on it." I said.

"I'll help." Warren said, walking over and taking the ingredients list from Chris.

I nodded and we headed downstairs. We got to the kitchen and got started on the potion. It didn't take long to pull out the potions and get started, but, like Chris said, it was complicated. There was acid herb and wolfsbane, but there were ingredients that I hadn't heard of since...well, since we vanquished the last high level demon. Warren seemed to love making the potions. I felt for him. I still felt there was something he wasn't telling me, though.

"How's the baby?" Warren asked.

"Good." I said.

"The truth." Warren said.

I looked up at him, "I love him already, but pregnancy isn't my favorite thing. The bloating, the throwing up, and people looking at me like a freak...but there are good things, great things. Wyatt always wanted me, you know, sexually, but now it's kicked up six hundred times and nobody argues with me."

"Is that so?" Warren asked.

"Except you." I said, "How about you?"

"What do you mean?" Warren asked.

"You just seem a little, far away." I said.

"Yeah, well, your brother took away my soul." Warren said angrily, "I remember things that I did that I would never have done. Most of them involve you."

I was silent.

"I killed witches." Warren said, "I tried to kill you, I would never hurt you, never. I wouldn't hurt Wyatt or Chris either, but I did. And my mom..."

I shook my head, "We all know this isn't your fault, this is all Caleb's doing." I said quickly.

"How are you going to deal with him?" Warren asked.

"I'm going to save him, anyway I can." I said, "I can't kill him."

"If it comes down to it, and you have to, then what will you do?" Warren asked.

"If it truly comes to a death match, I'll fight him." I said, "And I'll win."

"No you won't." Warren said, "He's your brother and you love him."

"Let's just hope it doesn't come down to that." I said, adding ingredients into the cauldron, "With all the spells in the book, I'm sure there's something that could help me."

There was a jingling and Kyle appeared.

"Calabraxas." Kyle said

At the name, I had a vision: Wyatt and Chris going to face him, but the demon knew they were coming; they didn't even have time to throw potions before a fireball hit them, incinerating them!

"Oh God." I said.

"Did you have a vision?" Kyle asked, "What did you see?"

"Wyatt and Chris dying." I said, "He really is upper level."

"So, they're gone already?" Warren asked.

"No, they had the potion." I said, adding the last ingredient.

Wyatt and Chris walked in, talking about something. Whatever they were talking about made me nervous because they were obviously nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Wyatt looked at Chris, then back at me, "Uh, me and Chris have been talking and we think that's it's a good idea if we go...alone." He said.

I looked at Kyle and Warren, "All in favor of them going alone?" I asked. Just Chris and Wyatt raised their hands, "Majority wins."

"You can't go and Kyle doesn't have the power." Chris argued.

"What am I?" Warren asked.

"Not all there." Wyatt answered.

"Sorry, but we need you here, with us." Chris said.

"I am." Warren said, grabbing a vial and filling it with potion.

"Okay then." Wyatt ceded.

I kissed Wyatt, "Be careful." I said quickly, "All of you."

"We will." They said, orbing and shimmering out.


"Please, I just need more time." Senator Parson pleaded. He had come before Calabraxas and pleaded his case. He had betrothed his only daughter to the demon in exchange for power and status. He had never thought that it would actually happen. He loved his daughter and had spent nights trying to figure out any loopholes.

"I should have your daughter." The monster roared, "If not I shall have you."

"Maybe that's the best course of action." The Senator said.

"Is that your wish, for you to take your daughter's place?" Calabraxas asked.

"Yes." The senator said.

"Then it shall be s..."

"Or, you can die painfully." Chris said as he, Warren, and Wyatt orbed in.

"Daddy!" Chelsea said.

"Get them!" Calabraxas shouted.

Back at home, I paced in the attic. Suddenly, there were orbs and Wyatt, Chris and Warren stood in front of me.

"So..." I said.

They smiled.

"Thank God." I said quickly.