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

I bent down and grabbed the newspaper and a black rose. They had been coming like every day for a few weeks. It was eerie, they just said from a secret admirer. Not only was it creepy, it was just plain morbid. I was listed, but still. I mean...ick! I walked back into the kitchen and smiled when I saw Wyatt standing at the coffee maker. I tilted my head and admired his butt. It was just so...great. Wyatt turned around and caught me and smiled.

"Like what you see?" Wyatt asked coolly.

"I do." I smiled, "And those jeans are..."

"Would you like to get into my jeans?" Wyatt smirked.

"I definitely would." I said, walking over and hugging him.

"How about forever?"

"Sounds perfect." I smiled, "You hungry?"

Wyatt smiled and looked over to the plate on the table.

"Oh come on, my cooking is so much better than it used to be."

"No, it's not that. I just...it's weird." Wyatt said, "You're cooking for me. You're like my wife."

"Husband." I corrected.

"You don't have to do things like this, ya know. It's not you." Wyatt said.

"Maybe I'm changing." I smiled, "It's a good change."

"I just don't want you to think you have to cook for me or any kid we have. Paige doesn't cook and they're a good family." Wyatt said softly.

"I love you for that, but it feels good to cook for my husband." I smiled.

"If you love it, so do I. Especially...what are those?" Wyatt asked.

"Grits. Like oatmeal only black." I smiled.

Wyatt nodded and sat at the table. He began eating and was enjoying it.

"Just call me Pahras Poppins." I smiled.

Steven stood at the book, flipping through pages. He was trying to find his father. He had been wondering about where he came from. He wasn't sure, but that made him part demon. He wondered whether he was evil or not and Drake and the gang would never tell the truth about that. Before his mother died, he'd never asked her. He hadn't had to ask her. The last few weeks had been hard on him as well as the Halliwells. He'd tried to be low profile while everything calmed down. He needed to talk to his father though.

"Hey, what are you doing with the book?"

Steven looked up to see a tanned boy. Maybe he was Native American or Hispanic. He looked like an actor, like someone that should have been in an awful movie about vampires. He was just as tall, maybe even taller, than Steven and pretty muscled. Steven was also aware of his eyes. The question still remained though...

"Who are you?" Steven asked.

"My name is Levi, I'm a friend of the family. You're not family. Who are you?" Levi asked, folding his arms

"Steven. A friend." He said.

"You could be a demon." Levi said.

Irony.Irony.Irony.

"You have no idea." Steven smiled.

"Where is the family?" Levi asked.

"I'm not...evil." Steven frowned, touching the book for emphasis.

"Alright. Anything I can do to help?" Levi asked.

"Where'd you come from?" Steven asked

"I teleported..."

"You teleported? I need you to help me go somewhere." Steven said.

Levi looked at him, then nodded, "Where we going?" he asked.

"Underworld."

"We're not allowed down there." Levi said.

"Oh, you're one of those..." Steven sighed.

"No! Let's go." Levi said, holding out his hand.

Steven smiled and took his hand as they orbed away.

-           

Chris, Wyatt, Bianca and I had orbed to where the hunters had gathered. The warehouse was empty now. I found myself nervously glancing around the room. It was empty with no signs that anyone had been here. There was something here. Someone. Wyatt, Chris, and Bianca were off in the other corner, talking about something. I walked over to a crate and pushed my hand behind it, pulling a young girl out from behind it. She was almost screaming, which caught Wyatt, Chris, and Bianca's attention and I shook her until she stopped. She looked to be no more than fifteen.

"What are you doing behind there?" I asked.

"Hiding."

Chris chuckled.

"Why were you hiding?" I asked.

"I saw you and the weird brothers teleport in." she said meekly.

"Sense of humor." Bianca said, "Not a witch hunter."

"Not yet." She spat.

"Do you know what witches do to little witch hunters?" I asked.

She was quiet.

"Nothing. It's a joke. Where's that sense of humor now?" I asked, "Why aren't the rest of your gang here?"

"Different place every night so there's no chance of you finding all of us." She explained.

"Why did you stay behind?" I asked.

"So I could deliver a message." She frowned, "Your time is coming. The time of evil and decadence is coming to an end. It's time to exterminate the unclean from the world."

I looked to Wyatt, who chanced a look at me.

"We're unclean? We've been saving your asses for the last millennia." Chris frowned.

"I don't like this." Bianca said, "They just leave her here for us?"

The girl began to move. I backed away as she threw her shirt to the ground, showing the bombs strapped to her.

"You don't have to do this!" I said quickly.

I was too far from anyone with a teleporting power. I was about to say more when she pulled a rip cord and exploded into pieces, but not before casting us all in different directions! As I came into consciousness, I felt and smelt a burning skin. My hands and the side of my face were burning and I could feel it. I screamed. It felt beyond any pain I'd felt before. I was almost past out again when I heard explosions. I laid back and screamed in agony. The pain was so bad, I became inaudible even to myself. I stopped screaming only when I passed out.

-           

"Baby. Baby! Wake up!" Wyatt screamed.

I coughed and opened my eyes to see the Halliwells and Caleb. I could hear babies screaming in the background. I shook myself back into reality and grabbed my face, where the burns had been. Wyatt latched onto me and explained that I was almost dead. The burns had been very severe and I was on the brink. I was used to it these days. Wyatt, however, was very angry.

"You're not going on any other demon hunts." Wyatt said angrily.

"But..."

"I think he's right." Chris frowned.

"I have to agree." Piper frowned, "It took Paige and Wyatt to heal you."

"And nobody wants to say it, but you are down a few powers." Melinda said, "And Drake..."

"No." I frowned, walking over and picking up Peyton.

"Think about her." Leo said, "Do you really want her to grow up without you?"

"Dad's right. I can't do this without you." Wyatt said.

"You can't stop me from hunting demons." I frowned.

"Are we forgetting the time they magically locked you in a room?" Melinda asked.

We all looked at her.

"Well!" Melinda said quickly.

"You're suggesting I just sit back and do nothing?" I asked.

"There's all kinds of things you could do. Potions, spells..." Phoebe said.

"Really? I'm put behind the proverbial desk?" I asked, "I can't accept this."

"I swear to God, I will bind your powers." Wyatt said quickly, "It's your choice."

I looked to Peyton. I couldn't bear to have her grow up without me. They were right, I had to be more behind the scenes. I just hated the fact that they're right.

"Fine." I said softly.

Wyatt walked over to me and tried to hug me but I turned and walked out of the room. I walked down to the sitting room. Peyton had stopped crying and was now looking up at me. I felt someone sit down and without looking, knew it was Phoebe. I felt her.

"I know how you're feeling." Phoebe said.

"I don't doubt it." I frowned, "How'd you deal with it?"

"I learned that there were other things I could do to help." Phoebe said.

"But you never learned how to use a power only to lose it." I said, "They keep changing my powers. This one seems so much more permanent."

"I think it is, honey." Phoebe said, "It's not just power. Not your active ones."

"I'm powerless! What if..."

"What?" Phoebe asked.

"What happens when I'm not of use to the family?" I asked.

"You think we would cast you out?" Phoebe asked.

"No." I frowned, "I just...the bad things inside of me, when they come out..."

"You'll always be our Drake." Phoebe said.

"I want to be powerful. For Peyton." I said.

"Take a look in the mirror." Phoebe said, walking to me, "You're a powerful young man. Empathy and telepathy are powerful."

"You're right. Everybody is right." I said quickly, "But you didn't stop fighting evil."

"I didn't have a choice." Phoebe said, "You can walk away."

"No, I can't. If I could walk away, I would have." I replied, "I think I'm going home. Can you take Peyton to Wyatt?"

"Sure." Phoebe smiled, taking the baby carefully and heading up the stairs.

-           

I stepped out of the shower and walked over to the counter. I stared in the mirror, trying to figure out who I was without magic. I have a job and a family, but I'd never really delved into who I was without it. I could only go so long with just being Peyton's dad and even less just being an advice columnist. I dabbled in college, but that's about it. Nothing serious. I heard a door close in the living room and called out for Wyatt. He didn't answer, but I just figured it was him. I put on same facial cleanser and washed it off. I took out my contacts and laid them on the counter. When I came back up, I saw a guy standing behind me. I turned quickly, but was too slow as he grabbed me and threw me into the counter. I cried out in pain as he threw me to the floor. I squealed, trying to get away from my assailant, but he grabbed me and shoved my face into the floor, knocking me unconscious.

-           

"Why are we down here?" Levi asked.

"We're looking for somebody." Steven said, walking further.

"Somebody? Now demons are people?" Levi asked.

"Not all of them." Steven said, "You can go if you're afraid."

"Afraid? I'm not afraid of anything." Levi frowned.

"You're not afraid of anything? Not spiders, not heights..."

"Nothing."

"Lemme guess, you were a jock." Steven frowned.

"Got a thing against jocks?" Levi asked.

"No, not at all." Steven said, "He was here."

"Who was here?" Levi asked.

"Aer." Steven said, looking around the cavern.

"I should really know who that is, right?" Levi asked.

"He's...a demon."

"Why are we looking for a demon without the Charmed Ones?" Levi asked, "Are you freakin insane? Kid..."

"Kid?" Steven chuckled, "You're like a year older than me."

"But don't ask me who's more mature."

"You knew why I was coming here and you came any way." Steven frowned.

"I did." Levi frowned.

There was a low growl further down in a dark part of the tunnel. A very haggard creature came into the open. He was hunched over and had long fingernails. He was bald also, with pointed ears.

"It comes so willingly." It said.

Steven backed up into Levi, who then pushed himself in front of Steven in an attempt to protect him.

"Young, virile...demon." He said, his eyes landing on Steven, "But oh, there is light in this one." He said, eying Levi.

Levi looked to Steven, "What's he talking about?" he asked.

"My dad...is a demon." Steven said slowly.

"You're a demon?" Levi asked, "You're not a friend of the Charmed Ones!"

"Yes, I am! I'm half demon. Or so is the consensus." Steven said.

Before another word could be spoken, the demon launched at the two boys. They both ducked out of the way quickly. The demon went for Levi, who orbed out of the room, leaving Steven. He had recovered but was still wobbly. The demon ran and pushed him hard enough to make him fly through the air and crash into the jagged wall of the cave! Steven whimpered and looked up, watching the demon come back at him. As Levi orbed back in, Steven whispered Chris' name.

-           

I woke up and felt like I was strapped to the chair. I couldn't make out anything because it was blurry, but there was a very dim light inches from my face. I tried to break whatever was keeping me there. I was so dizzy. I knew if I tried to stand that I would fall.

"Grind pills up and put them in water, then making an unconscious guy drink it is a lot of work."

The voice was familiar. A fan. One of my biggest fans. I frowned. This wasn't fair. I thought that I was in a dark room, but I quickly figured out my eyes hadn't come to perceive everything. A concussion, maybe.

"I'm sorry I hit you so hard."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"You know who I am?"

"Yes."

"But you have no idea what my name is."

"No." I said after a lengthy pause.

"My name is Paul." He said, "And I have all your columns. Every single one. I tried to contact you, to show you I love you. You paid attention to all your fans, every single one but me."

"Wyatt!" I shouted.

"Your husband." Paul said, "No one can hear you honey. I know you're into all that witchy shit, learned that from my stakeouts..."

"...stakeouts?"

"...so I put these little charms around this room. Seems like we've all got our quirks." Paul said.

"You're mad because." I stopped and my eyes centered on a silhouette. The silhouette became clearer and clearer and I saw his face. I remembered now that I had taken my contacts out. I saw his face clearly, his skin a little darker than mine. He was wearing one of my old shirts and pants. He was even wearing my contacts. He also had my wedding ring.

"I want your life and, since you're into the witchery, I'm going to try a little spell." He said, fading from my view.

"Spell, what kind of spell are you going to do? And why are you wearing my stuff?" I asked.

"A simple glamour." He said quickly.

"A glamour?" I asked, "What can you possibly know about glamours? A mortal doing magic is dangerous."

"A mortal?"

"Crap." I frowned, "Untie me and we can talk this over."

"Don't patronize me!" Paul frowned, "You think I can turn back now. I'm going to get the glamorous job and fantastic husband."

I rolled my eyes, "This is Caleb all over again."

"Your brother? Well, my brother now." Paul said quickly.

"Why would never put up with you, he's got a cap level on crazy." I said with an antagonizing tone.

Paul walked over and slapped me.

"Ow!" I said quickly.

"You talk too much." Paul said.

He was quiet for a while. I squinted, trying to make everything focus. I cursed. No power at all. I then remember the power I do have. Just in time, too. He had chanted a couple of times and apparently, there had been no effect.

"Dammit, what the fuck?! I knew this shit wasn't going to work!" Paul said walking over and putting a knife to my throat, "What are you doing?! Wake up before I kill you!"

"You might wanna start over here then." I smiled.

Paul looked over his shoulder to see me standing a few feet away. I took the time to triangulate some things. He began towards me but I waved to him before disappearing back into my body! I stood up drowsily and ran into Paul, pushing him into the wall. I could see his outline and a metallic looking instrument. The instrument came towards my face but I ducked it and threw him over the chair. I stumbled to the doorway and called out to Wyatt. There was a shuffle as I slid down against the wall. I couldn't see and there was no way I could help. When the shuffle ended, a figure walked towards me. I stiffened and only relaxed when Wyatt touched me. Before we could orb away, I saw a figure coming up behind him...

-           

Chris orbed in to find the demon attacking Levi, who was on the ground. The demon moved in and Chris raised his hand, causing the demon to fly across the room! Chris hurried to Steven, who was barely conscious. Chris helped him up and healed him. Levi joined them and the stared at the demon. The demon stalked towards them. He stopped suddenly when he caught on fire!

"You shouldn't be here." Aer said, walking into the entrance of the cavern.

"He's right." The Crone said.

Suddenly, Aer and Steven disappeared.

"Where..." Chris began but he noticed that the Crone was gone.

"Is that...really his father?" Levi asked.

"I hope so." Chris frowned.

-           

Steven fell to the ground of another cavern of the underworld. He got up and dusted himself off, then turned to Aer. He had been searching for him but he wasn't prepared, not just yet.

"Why did you come? To join me?" Aer asked, "You cannot join me."

"Isn't that why demons mate with humans?" Steven asked.

"I'm not a demon, not fully." Aer said, "I let go of humanity a long time ago."

"No, you haven't or you would have killed me." Steven frowned.

"It's not safe for you here." Aer said quickly.

"I need to know things. Things about my mother. About where I came from and...why."

"Knowing wouldn't change anything that happened." Aer replied.

"You don't feel anything for your son?" He asked.

Aer looked at him. It was the first time Steven had seen pain register on Aer's face.

"No." Aer frowned.

Suddenly, Chris and Drake orbed in. Drake looked a little worse for wear. Without words, Aer disappeared. Steven was absolutely broken. He walked over and grabbed Drake hand, who gave it a squeeze. They all orbed out.

-           

Steven hadn't really spoken since we got back. He was sitting out on the front porch of the Manor. I called to tell his foster parents that he'd be home later. I wasn't a spring chicken myself. Paul was now dead. Darryl Jr. covered for us. I told the truth and it would most likely be in the paper tomorrow. It was a day full of incident. At first, I said nothing. I couldn't think of the thing to say. This kid had gone behind my back and almost gotten killed and he had taken another kid with him. He had also faced his father, who wanted nothing to do with him. It was a conversation I didn't want to have.

"He wants nothing to do with me." Steven said.

"He's either an idiot or the best dad ever." I smiled.

"What?"

"Keeping you away from him, what he really is...is protecting you. If I was him and Peyton was you, I wouldn't want Peyton to see me at my worst either."

"Shouldn't that be my choice?" Steven asked.

"Sometimes, it's not." I said quickly.

"So...a crazy fan? Who would have thought..."

"I get the feeling he wanted to wear my skin." I frowned.

"That either sucks or is the sincerest form of flattery." Steven said.

"Can't it be both?" I asked.

"How'd you explain this?" Steven asked.

"What, you finding your real father? I told them that you've been accepted to private school and you were keeping it a surprise." I said.

"A private school?"

"Magic school." I said, "They think you got a scholarship."

"What if they want to see it?" I asked.

"I will mess with their mind or something." I said.

"Can you do that?" Steven asked.

"Probably not." I smiled, "Levi is worried about you."

"Is he gay or something?" Steven asked.

"What do you care?" I asked.

"I—I don't."

"Wyatt is going to orb you home in a while." I said standing, "We need to come up with some plan on how to deal with the hunter army."

"They're human right...so how do we..."

"We? No we. Me. Wyatt. Chris. Melinda. Maybe not even me." I said quickly, "Just worry about Magic School."

"Fine."

"Thanks, kid." I said, walking back in.