Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 07:00:00 -0700
From: George Wade <blade77706555@gmail.com>
Subject: Charmed: The End Is Only the Beginning: Prologue

All rights to the Halliwells and Charmed go to The WB and Aaron Spelling
and Brad Kern. This is a spin-off of the original tv show and I have no
control of what actually happens in there lives. If it is illegal for you
to be reading this story obviously stop reading it. This is a story
involving sex between more than one male.

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives.

This is a sequel to my story 'Next Charmed Line'. If you haven't read that
one, I suggest you read it before you read this one or else you'll be
confused on a lot of things. 'Next Charmed Line' ended on April 28 so you
can look for it there. Also this does have a heterosexual relationship in
it, but don't worry. There won't be any heterosexual sex in this, and I can
promise you that the relationship will be interesting.

A girl and a boy were both sitting in an empty park alone. The girl was
only fourteen years of age, while the guy was at least eighteen. No one
really knew about their relationship since they kept it so private. They
loved each other and age was just a number to them, though they both knew
if anyone found out about this the guy could get into some serious trouble
because he's legal, and well she's four years from being legal.

They both just sat there in the park. The guy had his arm wrapped around
her protectively. There was something that he wished he could tell her, but
he couldn't because he knew that it would break her heart, and he loves her
so much that he doesn't want to break her heart in any way. She's like his
other half. He knows what she feels. Its like they're the same person, but
different in many ways. More ways than anyone could ever understand.

That's another reason why they had to keep their relationship
secret. They're too opposite people who come from two different places. In
some cases people would say that their love is against the law, and its
pretty risky for them to be together, but that wasn't going to stop
them. They both had to realize that they couldn't help who they fall in
love with. Once they were able to see that then nothing really stopped them
from hooking up. Not even what their parents might think about them, even
though they knew if their parents found out then it would be a never ending
war, and neither of them wanted that.

The couple has been dating for two years. It was a little odd for someone
as old as sixteen to be dating a girl who's only twelve, but it felt
right. The guy couldn't help who he fell in love with, whether or not the
girl was twelve or if she was twenty one. They met here at the park. It was
his favorite place to come and it was hers also. For awhile they were both
too scared to talk to each other. They had come there just about everyday
to just look at each other, but really never talked until one day the guy
found the courage to just go up to the girl and talk to her. After spending
a little while of getting to know her he told her the real reason why he
comes to the park and how he really felt about her. The girl was shocked
because she felt the exact same way. From then on they decided to be
together, but made sure not to tell anyone.

Everyday the girl would meet the guy at the park, and sometimes he would
take her in his car and go to the movies or out to eat, but they always
made sure that it was a good ways away from their area of town just in case
they ran into someone they knew and word got back to their parents.

So far everything is working out fine. They've had their arguments here and
there, but they've never broken up once. It was like they were made for
each other, and they both wanted to tell their families about them so much,
but they both decided that they were going to wait until the girl was
eighteen. That way her parents couldn't decide whether or not she could
date the guy anymore. She would already be grown and able to make her own
choices without her parents.

They had been at the park for hours and hadn't spoken a word. The couple
just sat there just enjoying each other's company. It was just so perfect
and so nice to be here with each other. Neither of them could imagine
anywhere else that they'd rather be than here with each other.

Finally the guy turned to the girl who was still looking forward. He
grabbed her face gently and forced her to look at him in the eyes, which
were a blue green color. After staring at her for a few minutes, just
wanting to see her face again, the boy pressed his lips against hers
softly.

The girl responded to the kiss by wrapping her arms around the guys neck
pulling him into her more. She's been wanting to do this all day today, but
she really never found the time to do it, but luckily he was the one who
made the first move or else she would have felt embarrassed.

Feeling that the girl was enjoying this the guy wrapped his arm around her
back and pulled her close to him so that their bodies were touching. For
awhile they just sat there on the park bench making out like they would
usually do when they come there.

Soon they found themselves in the guys bed. They had just had sex. This was
the girls first time, but unfortunately it wasn't the guys, but the girl
already knew that it wasn't, but she still went through with it. There was
no one who she wanted to give her virginity to other than him. For two
years he's been her everything and she didn't know what she would have done
without him by her side. He's always been there for her when she needed
it. If she ever had problems that she couldn't tell her parents she would
go to him about it. Many say that you can't find love at an early age, but
this girl thinks that she's already found the one and she's only fourteen.

The guy laid there smiling. He was happy that they had finally done it. It
wasn't that he wanted to just get in her pants and leave her. He loved her
too much to ever leave her, well at least leave her as in break up with
her. He knew that there were certain circumstances that might make him
leave, but its not his choice. If he could, he would stay here and wait
until she's eighteen and on her eighteenth birthday he would marry her.

As the girl lied on his chest she couldn't help, but keep thinking about
what his parents would do if they all of a sudden walked in. It would be
creepy first of all since neither of them have met each other's parents,
but if his parents knew that he just had sex with a girl who's fourteen
then it would be trouble.

The guy looked down to see the worried look on his girlfriends face. He
knew what would always cheer her up. "I love you," he whispered in her ear
soothingly as he pulled her closer to him and placed a gentle kiss on her
forehead knowing how much she loved it when he kissed her there..

"I love you too," she said back. As she kept thinking about her love for
the guy her thoughts of her parents and his came back into her mind. "What
are we gonna do if they find out," she asked. "I mean we'd both be in
trouble. My parents would probably kill you if not have you arrested and
your parents will probably kick you out of the house," she went on and on.

"Shh," the guy said putting his finger to her lips. "Everything is going to
be okay," he whispered in her ear kissing it. "I can take care of you," he
promised. "If anything happens, then we'll find our own place and we'll be
together and we won't have to hide it," he told her. "We'll be a family and
if our family denies us we won't need them okay," he said. He had this all
figured out from the start. The guy knew the risk of being with her and he
made sure to have a plan just in case they were found out about. He
wouldn't let her go that easily. He loved her so much that he couldn't live
without her. The guy couldn't go an hour without thinking about her. She
was in his heart forever and that's where he wanted her to forever
stay. The rest of the night, she just laid there in his arms until she
managed to sneak away knowing how angry her parents would be if she wasn't
home soon.

A week later the girl was sitting on the toilet. She's been feeling kind of
odd lately, and she doesn't know why that is. She's managed to hide her
sickness from her parents for awhile, but she knows that its not going to
be too much longer before they find out about it. So far she's been having
problems with vomiting, her chest has been itching, she feels that she's
constantly gaining weight, and to top it off she hasn't had her cycle and
it should be due any time. She talked to one of her friends about it, and
her friend gave her this test to see if that was the solution to the
problem, and that's what the girl is doing.

The girl sat in her room and waited awhile for the test results. She made
sure to guard the bathroom so no one walked in and saw the test and found
out it was hers. She'd be in deep trouble and would have some explaining to
do to her parents. Right now it was hard to try to keep people from going
into the bathroom since almost fifteen people live in the house. Lucky for
her she was able to manage that by somehow convincing them all that she was
about to throw up, which sometimes she did.

Finally coming back to the bathroom to read the test, she closed her eyes
and picked it up. When she opened them she nearly fainted. The test proved
to be positive, which was going to change her life forever. Never did she
think that she would be in this predicament at this early age. She doesn't
know what to do now. Her parents are now going to know what she's been up
to and now they might not let her out of the house.

Knowing she had to tell her boyfriend what's going on, she made up some
excuse to leave the house. He lived a few miles away from her, but the girl
figured that she could probably use the exercise since she'll be gaining a
lot of weight. It might have been a big thing to just show up at his house,
but this wasn't something that she felt she could tell him over the
phone. She had to tell him this in person. It was the right thing to do.

After a long walk that took her almost an hour, the girl finally found
herself on the front porch of the guys house. She took in one last deep
breath before knocking on the door. This was going to take a lot out of her
to tell him this, but she has to be strong. She made the decision to do
this now she has to be big enough to tell him this.

A woman, who looked to be about in her forties answered the door. The girl
assumed that it was the guy's mother. Who else would have been
there. "Hello Ms. Can I help you," she greeted politely.

The girl was shaking. She really didn't want to meet the guy's mother, and
she didn't want to just barge in like this an tell him news like this, but
she knew she had to. "Umm, yes, I was looking for Josh Lucas," she said.
Hopefully this doesn't get him into too much trouble, but he said no matter
what that they would be able to be together and he could take care of her.

"I'm sorry," the woman replied. "He's not here," she said.

The girl couldn't believe it. Where else could he be. There wasn't too many
places that he would go without her. "Do you know where I can find him,"
she asked. This wasn't something that could wait. She had to find him soon
and she had to tell him the news.

"He's been dispatched to the army and I don't know when he's coming back,"
she answered. "Is there a message that you want me to send him," the woman
asked seeing that the girl looked desperate to find him.

"No, its okay," she said depressed. She was holding back her tears so she
didn't let the woman see her cry. The girl didn't want to let the Josh's
mother see her cry and then send him a letter saying that there was a girl
crying on the doorstep for him. That isn't something he needs to hear while
he's away at the army.

The woman nodded seeing that the girl didn't want to say anything else, so
she closed the door.

The fourteen year old girl ran off crying. She couldn't believe this. Why
did he leave her and not at least say goodbye. She thought he loved
her. She thought he would never leave her. Why did he do this to her. It
hurts so bad, and he promised her that he would never hurt her. The girl
finally made her way back to the park where they would always come. Sitting
on the bench, she cried some more and then looked down at her stomach. It
looks like she's going to have to come clean to her parents about what
she's been doing. Its not going to be easy, but the sooner she gets it over
with the better. Hopefully her parents won't kill her.


3 years later....

I was in the kitchen of the manor cooking breakfast for two families. That
was now the whole routine. Every morning since it was a lot easier on me,
Wyatt, and the kids we would come over to the manor where Peter and Chris
lived with their boys and let our kids all go to the same school that Chris
and Wyatt went to. That way they would know the principle and some of the
teachers just in case the kids got into any trouble, and they sure did get
into lots of trouble.

Ever since the final battle things have been running smoothly. There really
hasn't been any demon hunting, except for a few times, and I really don't
have to worry about my kids being kidnapped at the manor. They can come
around the place any time they want now, and there won't be a demon who
dares to try to come and take them, which I like a lot.

Raising our kids has been very crazy, but I wouldn't trade it for anything
in the world. Right now Patience, Ryan, Prue and Robert are all out of the
house and have their own families. It was hard to let them go, but I
couldn't hold on to them any longer. They're grown now. Though there is one
who I do wish would grow up. Rolland. This is his third time repeating his
senior year of high school. He's spend suspended more times than anyone can
count. His grades are not good even though he's been taking the same
classes for three years. Then to top it off he sneaks out and does whatever
he wants. Out of all eleven kids, why did he have to be the one who's out
of control, but I know most of it has to do with his real mother not being
in his life, which I can sore of understand since mine wasn't technically
either.

Patty is doing real well. She's been an honor roll student and she's now in
her senior year of high school. I never thought I'd see the day when she
would catch up and be in the same grade as her half brother, but she is
actually working hard. Hopefully Patty doesn't pass him up grade wise, or
that would be pretty embarrassing not just for him, but for us as
parents. It would make things seem like we focused all our attention on
Patty and not him, which is not true. There's only one thing wrong with
Patty. She has two three year old twin boys. I really can't yell at her for
having them at fourteen since I had my kids at eighteen, but I really
didn't like the fact that she had them with a guy who's eighteen, and then
he just left her to raise both of them on her own. When Patty told me and
Wyatt about this, I was lost for words, but Wyatt sure wasn't. He was
pissed, and I had to calm him down. So far its been Wyatt and I who've been
watching the kids for Patty while she's at school. I understand she was
young and she thought she was in love, but I can't help but be a little
upset with her for the choice that she made, but its too late to take it
back now. All I can do is love her and help her despite the fact that she
made the mistake.

What to say about Richard. Richard is just the average guy. He's growing up
fast too. He's only got another year before he's Patty's age and about to
graduate. I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was in labor
with him, but I'm glad to see that he's all grown up and doing well. Only
problem is he likes to tease Patty too much, but I know he's just being the
typical brother.

Penny seems to be the only partly normal one in the house. I feel bad for
her because she's only a freshman in high school so she's taking a lot from
the seniors, including her own sister, but Patty and Rolland do look out
for her to make sure she's not getting picked on too much.

Finally the triplets. They've been really forced to be good since they have
to go to magic school until they're Penny's age. After raising eight kids
in a normal school and seeing how bad they get with using magic, I just
decided that it would be easier to just start the triplets off at magic
school and when they know when and when not to use their magic then I'll
let them go to a normal school, but they still got two more years.

Since I'm a teacher at magic school now, I'll be alerted when the kids are
doing something they're not suppose to or Wyatt will and because of the
daycare at magic school we're able to place Patty's twins in there while we
work. It came time for dad and the aunts to retire from magic school so
Wyatt, Chris, and I decided to take over. Wyatt is the head of it though,
while Chris and I are only teachers.

Patty orbed in along with, Richard, Penny, and her two sons Warren and
Ray. I don't know where she got those names from, but I let her be the
person to name her sons. I was so busy cooking that I didn't even notice
them orb in. Richard took a seat at the table along with Penny. Patty
really couldn't sit down until she got her twins into their chairs.

"Hey mom, what's for breakfast," Patty asked as she took her seat at the
table. Her twins were next to her and so was her youngest brother
Richard. Penny sat on the other side of him.

"Pancakes and bacon," I said not even turning around and looking at
them. I'm really the only one in the house who can cook now a days since I
spent a lot of time with Piper in the kitchen. Chris and Wyatt really never
wanted to learn which left me to be the new chef of the house, and I didn't
like it too much since Wyatt now expected a cooked meal just about every
time we'd go home from magic school.

"I miss grandma's cooking," Patty sighed. When Piper did all the cooking
there would be more options since she had a lot of time on her hands, but
now that she lives away from the manor in a house with Leo, Paige, Henry,
Phoebe, and Coop, Patty and the others haven't really been getting that
luxury anymore.

"Sorry sweetie, but you know I have to get to magic school and I only have
a certain amount of time to do things," I explained. "And you know its time
for Aunt Piper to take a break from all of this, I mean she basically
raised your father and your Uncle Chris and she helped raise your brothers
and sisters," I pointed out.

"Yeah she did," Patty remembered. "I miss them," Patty said.

I looked back at her and smile. "Patty you know you can you visit Aunt
Piper whenever you want, I mean they only live about fifteen minutes away,"
I stated to her.

"Not them," Patty was quick to say. "I mean my brothers and sisters," Patty
corrected.

I took the pancakes out of the skillet and put the on a plate and began to
cook the bacon. "Patty, you know they had to move on, I mean they've got
their own lives and their own families now," I pointed out.

"I know, but I still miss them," she said.

"Me too," Richard added.

"Me three," Penny said.

"Come on guys," I tried to cheer them up. I don't know if they knew that it
hurt me more than them to see all four of them move out, but they had
families they had to take care of and I couldn't just keep them locked up
here. "They'll be here tonight for a family dinner," I informed them.

"Are you serious," Richard replied getting excited.

"Sure am," I smiled at them. I knew that was going to make them happy. When
I turned around for the first times I saw that part of the family was
missing. Usually everyone arrives together unless there is a problem, which
is probably the reason why they're all not here. "Where's your father and
Rolland with the triplets," I asked.

"Him and Rolland are having a little man to man talk," Patty answered.

"Should of figured that one," I replied to myself. Wyatt is probably
talking to Rolland about his behavior issue in most classes. Yesterday
Wyatt had gotten four different phone calls from four different teachers
about how Rolland was up to his no good ways of being the trouble maker in
the class. If only he'd stop acting so out of control, Wyatt and I would be
able to say our kids are perfect.

Warren and Ray started pouring milk on each other, which made Patty a
little irritated since she had just finished bathing the both of them. Even
though the two are trouble makers, Patty loves them more than anything in
this world. They are her joy and pride and all that their father had left
her. Patty still doesn't know anything about their father, and wishes that
she could talk to him. At least find out why he left her without so much as
a goodbye.

I looked over to see my daughter cleaning off her kids and I couldn't help
but smile. It reminded me of when all of them were that age. Sometimes I
would give anything just to have them as kids again.

"You know all this talk about family you know you'll be moving on soon just
like your brothers and sisters," I pointed out to Patty. I wasn't kicking
her out. I would never do that to her. Patty could actually stay until
she's a hundred. I don't care. Its just that I think she's the type of
person who wants to be on her own and I'm only preparing myself for it.

"I guess," she sighed sadly.

I could sense that she was a little sad, but she's been acting that way for
three years now. "So since you're a senior you'll be going to prom this
year. Have you found yourself a date," I asked changing the subject.

"No," she replied. "No one wants to date me, because I have two kids and no
one wants to be with a girl who has kids already," Patty downed
herself. She really hasn't had a date with anyone ever since her ex three
years ago. He was the first guy she ever dated and the last and looks like
he's always going to be her last since she can't find anyone to date.

I just laughed at her. "That's not true, what about that guy you brought
home the other day," I pointed out. "He seemed pretty nice."

"Yeah well he's a jerk," Patty growled. "He told me he didn't have a
problem with me having two kids until he met them. Then he tells me things
aren't working out and that keeps happening with just about every guy I
talk to. They tell me they don't have a problem with me having kids and
then they meet Warren and Ray, and next thing I know they're running out
the door," Patty explained. Patty just thought that she wasn't meant to be
with anyone else. Maybe she was destined to be alone or with that one
person.

I shook my head. "Well have you tried dating someone who's magical," I
asked. "I mean this teacher who works with me at magic school has a
handsome son about your age," I proposed.

"No mom, I think I prefer to do my own dating," Patty instantly said.

I poured some coffee and went and set the pancakes on the table for the
kids to eat. I could see that Patty was really holding on to something that
wasn't there anymore and I didn't want her to live the rest of her life
waiting. She's my daughter and I want her to be happy with whatever
decision she makes.

"Patty please tell me you're not hoping that Josh Lucas guy is going to
come back for you," I asked. When I heard no answer I knew that I was
right. "Patty you need to move on. You deserve better and so do your kids,"
I stated. "A guy who is worth crying over would not make you cry and that
guy did so he's not worth it. Plus you guys shouldn't be together anyway."

"Oh my gosh, why is it that everyone is mad at me for dating a guy who was
four years older than me, I mean Uncle Peter is nine years older than Uncle
Chris so why is everyone on me," Patty asked. She had been hearing these
lectures ever since she had her kids and she's said sorry about it a
thousand times, but she feels as though no one has forgiven her for her
mistake.

"Wow mom looks like someone over here got too old for the guy, I bet he's
off scoring with some other fourteen year old," Richard laughed out
loud. He always loved to tease his sister, even though secretly he was a
man whore. Just like his dad use to be. He has this one month rule where he
has to have dated a girl for a month before he sleeps with her and if she's
good enough he stays with her, but if not he'll dump her for another within
the next week.

"Shut up creep," Patty shouted as she slapped her younger brother upside
his head hard enough for me to hear.

"Patty!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Apologize to your brother right
now," I demanded.

"Sorry," she said.

Richard stuck his tongue out at her thinking he has just won a victory, but
he is sadly mistaken.

"Richard, apologize to your sister for that and for making fun of her," I
ordered him. Richard sat there and rolled his eyes. "I mean do it now," I
said even firmer this time.

Richard sighed and looked at Patty saying, "Sorry."

"That's better," I told him. "You guys need to stop fighting," I
stated. "Y'all are too old to be fighting like that." I finished fixing my
coffee and I went to sit down with the family. "And Patty I don't care if
the guy is four years older than you, its your father that has a problem
that," I reminder her. "The problem I have is that he left you pregnant and
raising two kids on your own."

"I'm sure there's an explanation for it," Patty pleaded.

"I'm sorry Patty, but there is no excuse for a man walking out on his
kids," I said taking a sip of my coffee. I looked at my daughter who was
even more upset than ever. I know she hates hearing this from
someone. Especially her own mother, but its the truth and she has to hear
it one way or another.

Patty buried her hands in her face knowing that I was right. She couldn't
deny it anymore no matter how much she wanted to. The man who she loved for
two years had no right to walk out on her, even if he didn't know that she
was going to have two kids. Not even going to the army should have been an
excuse. He could have at least told her he was going and maybe they could
have worked something out, but he didn't.

"I'm sorry for being so hard on you sweetie," I said grabbing my daughter's
attention once again. "I know this is a lot for you to hear, especially at
your age, but I just wanted you to see that this guy is a jerk for leaving
you and your kids, and if it had to be said, I wanted it to be said by me
so it wouldn't hurt so much more," I explained. I never really mean to hurt
my daughter. I just know there are some lessons that she has to learn
through tough love and this is one of them.

The seventeen year old mother was still a little upset, but she knew that I
wasn't lying when I told her that I meant well. Her long face quickly
turned upside down saying, "don't worry, I guess I needed that." She walked
over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I need to get going
if I don't want to be late for school, so bye mom, come on Penny," Patty
said.

"Patty," I said firmly.

"What," she asked.

"Don't forget to take your brother with you," I reminded her.

Patty angrily sighed. She hated taking Richard with her to school. He was
more of a pest than any of her brothers and sisters were to her. Some days
she wanted to strangle his little neck, but she didn't want to end up on
the same list as Rolland was.

"Why do I have to take Richard," she asked angrily. "Why can't Rolland take
him, or why don't you let him drive himself?"

"Because he's your brother for one, I trust you more to get him to school
safely and you remember what happened the last time I let him drive himself
to school, so he's going to wait another six months and then we'll see
about letting him drive again," I told Patty knowing that she wasn't going
to be too happy about all the answers that I was giving her. "Does that
answer all of your questions?"

"No," Patty was quick to answer.

"Well I'm sorry sweetie, but that's too bad," I smirked seeing as I win the
whole argument whether she likes it or not. "I love you sweetie, have a
good day at school," I told her.

Patty just got more angry and stomped over to the door, but she wasn't mad
at me though. She just didn't want to have to ride in a car with her
annoying little brother Richard. What did she do to be cursed with this? As
she kept walking towards the door, she realized she almost forgot
something. Patty walked back to the kitchen and gave a little kiss to both
twins.

"Be good for grandma okay," she said. "Remember mommy loves you," she
reminded them as she begin toward the door once more, just ready to get the
whole ride over with and get Richard out of her hair till the end of the
day.

"Bye mommy," both twins said together.

"Bye Ray, bye Warren," she said as she left the kitchen and went out the
door.

"Bye Patty," I waved. I then looked at Richard and Penny who were also on
there way out. "Hey, come over here and give your mother a hug and a kiss
before you leave" I demanded. I know they might be a little too old for it,
but in my eyes they'll always be my little kids that I raised as little
babies, even though they're both almost taller than me. Same goes for Ryan,
Patience, Robert, and Prue. Ryan and Robert are both taller than me but I
still consider them my little kids.

Penny was the first to come over. It really never bothered her that she
always had to hug me and tell me goodbye before she left. It at least
showed her that she got some attention, since she wasn't particularly the
youngest and neither was she the eldest.

When Penny came over I wrapped my arms around her back, while she wrapped
her arms around my neck and placed a gentle kiss on her check. I held her
for about a minute before I finally let her out of my grasp.

"Now I don't have to tell you to be good right," I asked looking into her
blue eyes that were just like Wyatt's.

"No," she shook her head. She then grabbed her backpack and headed out the
house and down the stairs along with her older sister.

Richard waited until Patty was out the door to come over to me. He really
hated giving me hugs and kisses in the morning. The teen was really not
happy with the fact that he still gets it all the time and he's now
sixteen. This should have stopped with him when he was thirteen since he's
a guy and all.

"What's wrong buddy," I asked my youngest son seeing as he was so reluctant
to come over to me.

"Can I please just leave without the whole hug and kiss goodbye," Richard
pleaded with me.

"Why," I asked.

"Come on mom, I think I'm getting a little too old for this," Richard
pointed out. "I'm sixteen and I'm still getting hugs and kisses from my mom
goodbye and I think that makes me look like a little baby," he
complained. Though he would never do it publicly, the guy still felt
embarrassed by it. It was like he was still five and no one had noticed
that he's grown up.

I sat back in my chair for awhile and thought about it. Maybe he was
right. He just might be getting to old for this and I need to start trying
something different with him, even though Robert and Ryan still get kisses
and hugs, but maybe Richard could be a special child.

"Okay," I said after thinking about it for awhile.

"What," Richard asked confused to what I said was okay.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not going to force you to come give me a hug
and a kiss everyday before you leave school," I told him simply.

Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was something fishy
going on and he wasn't about to fall for it. This had to be some sore of
trick. He could tell that it was, because there is no way that I would let
him off so easy with the whole hugs and kisses thing since I haven't even
let Ryan and Robert off of it, but he's not about to fall for it.

"Alright what's going on," the teen Halliwell finally asked.

"What do mean," I asked, pretending that I was confused, but I actually
knew what he was talking about.

"What's the catch," he questioned.

"What makes you think there's a catch?" I shrugged.

"Because there's always a catch, so what is it mom," Richard asked as he
got closer to me.

I then smirked at my son. He made a big mistake coming over to where I
was. "Well there is one thing," I confessed. In one quick motion I grabbed
my son and put him in a headlock and started rubbing his hair.  I had to
make sure to be quick, because I've learned that Richard can be just as
quick as Wyatt, because of football and I know what being in football has
given Wyatt so its helped me to keep control of my kids. "Since I can't hug
and kiss you, I guess I'm just going to have to be a man with you and give
you a little rub on your hair for good luck," I laughed.

"Stop it!" Richard kept complaining as he tried to get out of it, but it
only made it more painful. Never did he think that he would be more happy
to receive hugs and kisses. This was painful, and though he could take
pain, he just didn't like this, because that would mean he would have to
come his hair all over again and that might make him late for school. "I'm
going to be late for school," he tried to tell me hoping that I would let
him go, but it didn't work at all. He didn't feel me loosen up the grip I
had on him. "Okay, okay I give, I'll take hugs and kisses any day," he
said.

"That's what I thought," I said letting him out of the grip. I then pulled
him into a tight bear hug. "Be good, Richard," I told him. "Remember, I'm
counting on you and Patty to be a good example for your brothers and
Penny," I reminded him. "Rolland isn't a good role model and you know
Patience, Prue, Ryan, and Robert are all too old for Penny to relate to, so
I'm counting on you," I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry," Richard said as he went and grabbed his backpack off the
ground. "I'm sure Penny is probably going to be your favorite out of all
twelve, I mean eleven of us," he replied.

"Richard," I said firmly as I crossed my hands over my chest. "Could you
please not mention the twelfth child," I pleaded.

The boy nodded knowing how I felt about the whole thing. He waved goodbye
to me and went out the door not saying another word knowing I was probably
not going to be to happy for the next few minutes since he had just
mentioned something about a tragedy that happened in mine and Wyatt's life
a little under sixteen years ago.

After Richard was born, Wyatt and I knew that we only had Penny left. At
least that's what we thought. A few days flew by after Richard was born,
and it was about the time that Daughtry died, because I remember that Wyatt
was always there comforting me. I found out that I was pregnant again, and
I thought that it was Penny, but I was wrong. This came as a shock and I
never saw the future kids mention another baby, but I figured since they
changed the past, maybe they changed the whole future. Seven months later
and four months before Chris' wedding I gave birth to a boy. Wyatt decided
that he would call him Ricardo, since he was so close to Richard in age. He
was the only kid, who I decided to have at a witch's hospital instead of
the manor. After finding out it wasn't Penny, I just thought of him as a
blessing.

Unfortunately that didn't last to long. The next morning when I woke up in
the hospital, he was gone. At first I thought Wyatt might have taken him,
but when Wyatt showed up, he told me no he didn't. I then asked the rest of
the family if anyone had moved him, but they all told me no, and I was so
scared. Everyone began scrying and trying to find him. After four months of
nothing, they all just gave up. I went through a state of depression for a
couple of months, but I managed to pull myself back together for Chris'
wedding. It still troubles me to this day what happened to my son. I
sometimes wonder if he's still alive, but the chances of that are
slim. Very slim.

Just thinking about that made a tear run down my eye. I guess I still need
to move on and I haven't. I picked up all the dishes from the table and put
them in the sink and got ready to wash. I just had to find a way to take my
mind off of the whole thing and what better way to do it than clean.

"Papa, what's wrong," Warren asked.

I looked back at the two twins saying, "nothing, buddy." I didn't want
either of them to see me like this. "How about you and your brother go
upstairs and watch some TV until its time to go to magic school," I
suggested.

"Okay," the twins said not arguing. They both moved from the table and ran
up the stairs, with Ray going in front and Warren not too far behind
him. They were the most adorable twins that anyone could ever ask for.

I continued washing the dishes, but kept trying to keep my mind off of what
happened so many years ago. Patty was really to young to remember the whole
thing and Prue, Ryan, Robert, Patience, and Rolland, all just thought I had
gotten fat over the months. The only one I really told about Ricardo was
Richard, because he asked me if there was any child that I had, but didn't
tell him about. I really didn't want to tell anyone else in the family,
because it would bring back so many depressing memories. I felt though that
since Richard and I were close and he wanted to know really bad I could
tell him.

It had been a whole five minutes since I sent the twins upstairs and I
still had a few tears coming down my eyes thinking about the whole
situation. It was because of that incident, that I chose not to have
another child in the hospital. That's the reason why both Penny and the
triplets were born in the manor.

Chris decided to orb in at this point. I was so busy washing dishes that I
didn't seem to notice him. Over the years, Chris' life hasn't been easy. He
already had to see Peter go to work before I had even come over, and he's
already got his three boys upstairs showering before they have to go catch
the bus. It isn't easy waking up three rowdy boys before their bus comes,
but Chris is always happy to be a parent. Like me, he too had to let his
twin daughters Pyra and Pandora go away, since they had both decided to get
married and have a family of their own. Chris sees them just about every
weekend, though he sometimes wishes it was more often than that.

The brunette sees things have been running so smoothly since the finally
battle. There had been demon attacks, but not as many. Over the past ten
years there were none at all, but he knew that demons still
existed. Sometimes he has to yell at his daughters not to go down to the
Underworld and demon hunt for fun, even though all they're doing is the
same thing he was doing when he was their age and starting a family of his
own just like them.

Even though Chris was in his late thirties, he still had a little child
left in him. Slowly he walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders in a weird
sore of way just so he could scare me. It worked because he saw that I
jumped, making him laugh a little.

"Relax bro, its just me," he smiled.

I started to frown up. "You know Chris, I've told you a thousand times not
to do that," I pointed out. "You're almost forty and right now you're
acting like a child."

"Geeze Evans, lighten up," Chris shrugged. "I was only trying to have a
little fun and embrace my inner child," he stated. "Tell me you don't have
an inner child that wants to come out and play," he asked, and when he
didn't hear me say anything he knew he was right. "See, but you got to
admit that was pretty funny, seeing you jump for dear life," the brunette
continued to laugh. "I mean who did you think I was, a demon?"

I turned to Chris once more. "Chris how many times have I told you? We
don't do that anymore," I reminded him.

"But technically we're still the Charmed Ones, and I sometimes wonder what
it would be like to get back to that old life of you know, me, you, and
Wyatt kicking some demon ass," he asked.

"Chris, that's all in the past now," I stated. "We're a lot older now than
we were then, and its time that we grow up and start being responsible
adults and raise our kids and stop focusing on the whole demon hunting
thing," I told him.

"Whoa," Chris backed up. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this
morning," Chris replied as he came up behind me and grabbed an apple from
the fruit basket. It was then that he got a good look at my face and saw
that my nose was all red and my eyes were a little puffy. "Hey bro have you
been crying," he asked.

"No," I lied. "Why?"

"Because you're nose is a little red and your eyes look a little bit
teary," he pointed out.

"Oh no, its just the cleaning stuff has a strong scent to it, and well I've
been cleaning for awhile now, and my allergies are really acting up," I
lied to my brother even more. I felt bad for lying since I really haven't
lied to him in twelve years. I can't believe its really been that
long. Time sure does fly by quickly.

"Okay," Chris shrugged it off. "So is that little husband of yours going to
be here anytime soon," the brunette asked. He really wanted to see Wyatt
right now before he went to magic school to talk to him about some stuff.

"Wyatt," I replied. "He should be here any second now," I nodded as I went
back washing more dishes. "Patty told me this morning that he was having a
little chat with Rolland, and you know how those things go," I reminded
him.

"Oh yeah," Chris rolled his eyes knowing how out of control Rolland can
be. Chris really never understood why he was so out of control. No one in
the family was that bad, except for the generation before them, but not
even then have they pulled some of the tricks that Rolland has pulled and
none of them had to repeat the 12th grade so many times. "I'm going to go
check on the kids, I'll be right back," Chris said as he rushed up the
stairs.

I continued to clean the rest of the kitchen up by sweeping. Peter and
Chris have really started to let the manor go down, ever since Piper and
Leo moved out. I guess when you have two people in the house who work,
there really isn't any time to clean up. Chris tries his best to get his
sons to do the housework, and they do it, but they don't really do it too
well so that would leave it to me to come over and clean every morning,
even though I already had enough trouble trying to clean up the house that
Wyatt and I lived in, but since I've already committed myself to it, I
might as well do it.

I really couldn't believe the mess I would come to every morning. It would
seem as though Chris and Peter would have a party just about everyday, but
I know its just having to deal with three boys and them making the
messes. I would have thought they would have learned after raising two
girls, but looks like they haven't. Chris, Matthew, and Peter Jr. are
really starting to get the best of Chris.

Wyatt finally decided to orb into the kitchen after sending Rolland on his
way to school and putting the triplets upstairs with Chris and his
boys. The blond could already tell today was going to be a long
day. Nothing that happened earlier gave him that impression, but he just
had a gut feeling, and usually his gut feelings are right, but he's going
to see how the day goes and he's hoping that his gut feelings are wrong.

The father of eleven saw that I was cleaning the manor again. Wyatt found
it kind of sexy to watch me clean. There was just something about me
cleaning that Wyatt loved to watch. Maybe it was because I had something
long and hard in my hand and I was moving it back and forward.

Wyatt sneaked up right behind me and grabbed my hips and pulled me back
against him. When he felt my body close enough to his, he locked me on him
by wrapping his arms around my waist and placed a gentle kiss on my neck,
causing moan a little.

"Hey babe," Wyatt purred into my ear. "What are you doing," he asked
resting his chin against my shoulder playfully.

"Well," I said breaking out of his grasp. "Before you interrupted I was
trying to get this manor cleaned up so Chris and Peter wouldn't have a
dirty kitchen to cook in," I explained as I got back to sweeping.

Wyatt walked over to me and took the broom out of my hands. "Maybe you
should let Chris and Peter do the cleaning for a change," Wyatt suggested.

Though Chris might be his brother and he's known him longer than he's known
me, he feels as him and Peter are taking advantage of me. He doesn't want
me to have to worry about cleaning two houses. Its just too much. One of
them should manage to do it. If he and I both work and one of us still
manages to do the cleaning around the house then so can they.

"Come on Wyatt, you know they're going through some hard times, and you
know they can't keep up this manor by themselves," I pointed out hoping
that my husband of now twenty two years would understand.

"I still think they should be doing this themselves," Wyatt argued.

"Whatever," I said not wanting to argue with Wyatt. I'm sure he's probably
in a bad mood and this is his way of acting, but I'm not going to yell at
him for being in a bad mood and taking it out on me, because he was always
there when I was pregnant and I don't know how many times I took out my
frustrations on him. "So how's Rolland," I asked even though I see him
everyday, I still wonder how his relationship with Wyatt is.

Wyatt just shook his head and gritted his teeth. "I swear that boy is going
to be the death of me," he complained. "I just wish he would graduate and
go to college already, and quit being so immature and grow up."

I laughed seeing how frustrated Wyatt was.

Last night Rolland had lost his temper with Richard. Him and Richard got
into a little fight and next thing everyone knew, Rolland had Richard
against the wall by his neck. Rolland tends to be the man who has a short
temper, and it was no question that he got it from Wyatt. Wyatt might have
never reached that point to put his hands on his brothers, except for that
one time that we both decided to forget, but there was still Wyatt's evil
side, which we're seeing a lot of in Rolland now.

Because of the whole incident that happened last night, Wyatt decided that
he was going to start having more man to man conversations with Rolland in
hopes that he would stop acting the way he does. Not only does be beat up
on his younger brothers and sisters, but he runs away from home, does
drugs, and gets into so many fights at school. This year alone he's been
suspended five times.

To make matters worse Rolland is now forced to live with us until he's
24. When he turned 18 Rolland got tired of Wyatt and decided that he was
grown and he could move out of the house, which technically by law he
was. He then moved in with a friend who was a real bad influence on
him. One day both of them decided to go to a golf club bar and they had too
many drinks and then they both don't even remember what happened next. All
they remember was starting a fight with all the guys in there and then
breaking some clubs and causing $10,000 dollars worth of damages. Him and
his friend were both arrested immediately.

The next morning, Wyatt got a knock on the door at who knows what
time. Wyatt hadn't even got dressed yet, and when he opened the door he saw
his son standing there with two police officers in cuffs. Wyatt was so
embarrassed. The police officers said that they would release him to
Wyatt's custody as a favor for his brother in law since he still works on
the force. If Wyatt hadn't taken custody of Rolland then he would have been
in jail for over 10 years and he couldn't live with himself as a father if
he did that. He promised Sandra that Rolland was in good hands and he
wanted her to be able to rest in peace knowing that. So that would mean
that Rolland would have to live with him for six years if he wanted to face
no record.

Wyatt thought that maybe if Rolland was forced to live with him then he
could force him to change his ways, but things haven't gotten any better
since then. Rolland still doesn't listen to Wyatt and he always does what
he wants when he wants. He's so out of control that Wyatt is scared of what
might happen to his son once he turns 24 if he doesn't change his ways.

"Hey," Chris said entering the kitchen. "Looks like all the Charmed Ones
are here," he smiled.

I turned to my brother more angry. "Chris, we are not the Charmed Ones," I
yelled. "At least not anymore."

Chris continued to chuckle at that. "Well, actually we still are, until
your kids take over and since that hasn't happened yet that means that we
make up the power of three."

"Look Chris, like I said we are not the Charmed Ones anymore," I said even
firmer. "We haven't had to do any demon hunting in years and no demon has
come after us, and I would like to keep it that way, got it," I looked at
him with a serious look wanting him to quit all the Charmed Nonsense. I
know I might sound selfish, but I'm ready to stop with all the demon
hunting and settle down with my family, even though my kids will be doing
most of the demon hunting, but I would still like to relax from it all, but
still be there when they need me.

All of a sudden nine demons shimmered in the manor one at a time. This was
a nightmare come true. All three of us looked at them astonished. I
couldn't believe this was happening again. There goes the ten year streak
of no demons. We didn't know what was going on and why the demons were
deciding that they would attack again, but that's not important right
now. All that's important is that we get rid of them one way or another.

"I got the three on the right," Chris called.

"I'll take the three on the left," Wyatt said after him.

I crossed my arms at both of them. "Oh yeah, leftovers are just fine with
me," I said in a sarcastic manner.

"Lets get em," Chris said all of a sudden turning into super man and flying
over to the demons and knocking them down one by one. His power has really
increased a lot over the years and so has mine and Wyatt's.

Wyatt was quick to wave his hand to send all three of his demons back
against the wall so hard that it made a big hole in the wall. Wyatt knew he
was going to be in so much trouble if his mom saw that.

The other three demons all decided to hurl fire balls my way. I had to
think fast, and I was quickly able to tap back into my quick thinking as a
witch and jumped in the air and grabbed on to the chandelier for dear
life. Luckily it didn't break with all of my weight on it. I waited till
the fire balls went past me to let go of it and get back down to the
ground. I can tell already that these are some upper level demons and they
aren't going out without a fight, but this isn't going to be so hard with
how much our powers have grown over the years.

Chris back kicked on demon into one corner. Picked up another one and hurl
him into another corner. The third demon came charging at him and Chris was
quick to levitate in the air and let that demon run into the wall. When all
three of them had gotten up, they gave each other a signal. Chris knew
exactly what that meant. After all, this isn't his first time taking on any
upper level demons. All three of them came charging at him. Chris smirked
at them. Soon his hands started turning into electricity, and then his
arms, and then his upper chest, until finally his whole body was just a
bolt of electric energy. Chris then flung out his arms and sent electricity
all three ways, shocking all three demons turning them into ash. Once the
job was done, Chris turned back into his normal for.

"That was a piece of cake," Chris shrugged to himself rather arrogant.

Wyatt was having no trouble with his demons. One by one they all tried to
jump him, but Wyatt, being as strong as he is, and super strength being one
of his powers, grabbed each of them by the neck and tossed them without a
problem. As quickly as they kept trying to jump on top of him, the quicker
then went flying right back onto the ground. This was fun, but now Wyatt is
getting board. All three of them tried to attack Wyatt at the same time,
but Wyatt grabbed two of them by the neck and sent one of them back against
the wall. Wyatt eyes then turned to fire and soon all three of the demons
were on fire, crying out in pain. This was the worst pain that they've ever
felt. Within seconds they were all turned into ashes.

Wyatt then looked around to see three piles of ashes on the
floors. "Demons," he shook his head. "They always leave a mess behind," he
stated seeing as the house was already messy enough.

Too bad for me the demons that I had weren't that easy. All three of them
had athames and were doing their best to try and cut me with them. I was
doing everything I had to in order to avoid being cut with one of those
things. The whole time I was getting more and more angrier that Wyatt and
Chris had left me with the knife fighters while the got all the easy
demon. When I got a far away distance from them, I was able to squint my
eyes and knock the athames out of their hands. Now it was my turn to show
them what power I had. I closed my eyes and concentrated on a power that's
developed. Soon I had astro projected three of me. All three of me jumped
into three separate demons and made them feel the pain of the whole
world. It wasn't long before they all blew up into ashes. When I knew that
all three of them were gone, I astro projected myself back into one.

"And that's the end of those creatures," I told myself as I looked around
to see ashes all over the house. I haven't seen this sight in so many years
I had forgotten what it looked like, and that was a good thing. Now its
starting to happen all over again. I can't believe this.

Chris started clapping at the whole performance. He can't remember the last
time he's had such a great demon fight. This was beginning to bring back
some memories of the past.

"Wow, that was just awesome," he smiled.

I glared at Chris with angry eyes. "I can't believe you," I growled.

"What?" Chris asked seeing as how it wasn't all a big deal.

"Chris, look at this house," I said looking around.

Things had gotten really bad because of the whole demon attack that just
occurred. Plants and other glassware had been broken. Some of the couches
had knife marks all over them from me trying to dodge the demons with the
athames. The floors were all covered with ash, and just so many things were
out of place. I really hope that Piper doesn't make a surprise visit and
just come over because this place looks worse than a nightmare.

"So," Chris said.

"Oh my gosh," I shook my head as I walked in the kitchen to get the
broom. I have given up on Chris. I can't believe he thinks that this is all
no big deal. We could have just been killed. Immediately I began to sweep
up the house from all the damage that had occurred during the fight. "You
see this is why we stopped demon fighting," I pointed out. "Every time a
demon would attack the manor would end up in a big mess!" I shouted. Next
thing I knew, I heard a strange creak noise, and all three of us looked
over to see the clock falling and breaking into pieces for the millionth
time. "Ahhhh!" I shouted.

"Bro, chill out," Chris replied seeing as my anger was starting to get to
his telepathy power, but it has grown enough to where he knows how to
channel it out, but right now wasn't a time that he did. "You forget, we're
witches, and cleaning up after a demon attack is just a snap," Chris said
snapping his finger, and everything orbed right back into its place, and
the manor looked just how it did before the demon attack.

"Chris!" I shouted.

"What now, I fixed the whole house," he replied.

"Well could we please stop using our magic for everything," I said throwing
down the broom. "Why can't we just live a normal life like normal people,"
I questioned both of the guys standing before me.

"We're not normal people," Chris stated. "If we were then our lives would
be boring so I like being a witch."

"Hello, Chris, the only reason why we're not normal is because we choose
not to be," I replied. "If we would stop using our powers and doing all
sorts of witch craft, our lives would be pretty normal. I mean look at us,
we're married, we have a family, and we all have jobs just like normal
people do," I said.

Chris chuckled a bit. "Actually none of its normal for us, you see, you're
married to Wyatt who is also your brother, so that's not normal, then you
have eleven kids, all of who are witches, so that's another thing that's
not normal, and then you work at magic school which is definitely not
normal," Chris explained.

"Can I ever count on you to not contradict everything I say," I questioned.

"Hey, I was only stating the truth," Chris replied. "I'm sorry, bro, as
much as I hate to say this to you, there is no way that you're ever going
to have a normal life. I know how much you want it, but its not going to
happen. There are always going to be demons, and even if you don't want it,
your kids are always going to be witches, whether you like it or not,"
Chris pointed out.

"Thanks Chris, for telling me something that I've always wanted will be out
of my reach," I said stomping back into the kitchen. I was so angry. Not at
Chris, but at what he said.

It was true. There was no well in hell that I was going to have a normal
life no matter how much I wished for it. My kids are going to be the next
generation of charmed ones, and I'm still apart of the power of three
whether I like it or not. How I wished that he was wrong. I wish that Wyatt
and I could raise the rest of our kids without having to worry about demons
or about them using their magic in school when they're not suppose to. Some
days I wondered why I was chosen to be a charmed one and a parent of the
charmed ones, but then I remind myself of all the good times I've had
because of it. I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for that, so I
really can't say that being a witch has hurt me, because its actually made
my life better than it was.

Wyatt just laughed as he watched me storm off to the kitchen. He's seen
this so many times that he just finds it funny now. He knows that I don't
mean half the things I say so he's never bothered by it.

"What eating him," Chris asked.

"Nothing," Wyatt told his brother. "Go on to magic school with the kids,
we'll be along shortly," Wyatt requested.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stick around," Chris asked.

"Nope, I think I can handle him," Wyatt told Chris.

"Alright, see you at magic school," Chris orbed out.

Wyatt walked in the kitchen to see me still washing dishes. He shook his
head at what I was doing. Even though he wasn't too big of a fan on using
magic for personal gain, he doesn't understand why I don't just snap my
fingers like Chris and clean the dishes. It wasn't like the elders didn't
owe us this one, after all the work that we've done for them.

"So," Wyatt said leaning against the doorway, letting his presence be
know. "You feeling any calmer," Wyatt asked a little a worried, even though
he sees this all the time, he can't help but worry if the mother of his
kids is alright.

I looked back at my husband, who did seem to have a worried look on his
face, but that's a look he always gives to me when I storm out of
anywhere. "Umm..yeah I'm fine," I nodded. "Look I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
been making a big deal out of something so small," I replied.

"You're forgiven this one time," Wyatt joked.

"Shut up," I said throwing a towel at him playfully.

Wyatt just laughed along with me. Things are like this all the time. Now
that there isn't as much demon hunting, Wyatt and I are able to spend a lot
more time together, not just with each other, but with the kids as a
family. Wyatt and I couldn't have pictured a better life with each other
and with our kids, even though four of them are grown and out the house
already.

Wyatt saw a good opportunity to pull a prank seeing as I was still washing
the dishes. The blond was really debating whether to do it or not. It
seemed a little childish, but on the other hand sometimes we all act like
kids so what's wrong with embracing his inner child. Wyatt decided that
this was harmless so what was the problem with doing it. The Twice blessed
squinted his eyes and turned the knob for the sprinkler to come on.

Water stopped coming out of the faucet only to come out of the sprinkler
getting my shirt all wet. I had to be quick to turn it off before it got me
more soaked than I already was. Once I turned it off, I looked back at my
husband who was laughing his ass off while I was pissed off.

"You bastard," I yelled at him.

"Sorry," he said as he continued to laugh. "I couldn't help it, I mean it
was right there and I had to take it," he said still laughing at me. This
reminded him of the good old days.

"I can see that Chris isn't the only one who's still embracing their inner
child," I replied as I went back to washing the dishes again. When I turned
my back to Wyatt once more, I couldn't help but smile. I know I can be
serious a lot, but there is still a little sense of humor left in me, but I
don't want to show it due to the fact that since I'm the eldest of the
three I have to be serious all the time. At least that's how my mother was.

Wyatt shook his head at the comment and walked over to where I was
standing. In one quick movement he pulled me against him and placed a kiss
on my cheek. "I think someone needs a break from all of this," he whispered
in my ears as he tucked it into his teeth.

"Not..now..Wyatt," I said through moans. "I have to finish cleaning the
dishes," I reminded him.

Wyatt waved his hands, and all of sudden all the dishes were clean and
neatly stacked. "Done," he said as he went back to his hunger assault on my
ears. It might have just been yesterday that we last had our fun, but Wyatt
feels as though its time to have more fun.

"That was so personal gain," I replied brushing him off so I could turn
around and look at him.

"Maybe it was, now do I look like I care," he smirked. When he saw that I
didn't say anything he pressed his lips against mine harder and wrapped his
arms around my back intensifying the kiss.

I pushed Wyatt off me once more saying, "Wyatt, we don't have time for
this, I mean we have to get to magic school."

"Shh," he pressed his fingers against my lips. "Don't worry, this will be
quick and we'll get to magic school on time," he said. "I promise we'll be
there on time," he told me. It might sound selfish, but Wyatt wasn't about
to let go something that he worked so hard to get Chris and the kids out of
the house for. When he saw the facial expression that I was okay with it,
he smiled and continued with it.

Wyatt then grabbed my sides and lifted me onto the counter, and pressed his
lips right back up against mine, but this time it was even more intense,
because he could feel me going along with it. Wyatt possessively wrapped
his arms around the lower part of my back as he continued to kiss
me. Though its been so many years since the final battle, Wyatt is still as
possessive as he was when I first met him, and still as the years go by he
tends to be more and more possessive.

Feeling Wyatt's arms around my back made my manhood jolt, with a
combination of his intense kiss. I stuck my tongue in his mouth only to
have it pushed back out by his. Then his tongue entered my mouth and I knew
there was no use in fighting it, because no matter how hard I try, Wyatt
will always get the upper hand when its tongue action. I intensified the
kiss by placing my hand on the back of Wyatt's head and pulling him in
closer to me, knowing how much he would like that. I wanted to feel more of
him though, so I let my hands slide down his back and to the break between
his shirt and pants. I then put my hands under his shirt and started to let
them roam around his muscular back. Wyatt has really been working out over
the years. I felt very lucky to be someone who got to feel his hard abs all
the time.

Wyatt pulled away from my face as he felt his cock getting harder and
harder by just the touch of me on his back. The blond really wanted to feel
me too so he started kissing down my neck as he unbuttoned my shirt. Once
he got to the last button he took no time in kissing his way down my
revealed flesh. He started sucking on my collar bone, and then ran his
tongue all the way down my upper body and back up. Wanting to taste more of
me, Wyatt let his hands slide under the rest of my shirt and pushed it
off. This turned him on even more. Wyatt then started licking around my
nipple in circles before he started to lick on it.

I was bitting my lip to not moan so hard. I wanted to save it all for the
end so I decided to hold it in a little. Wanting to feel a little more of
my husbands upper body, I let my hand slip down to the hem of his shirt and
started to pull it off and it didn't seem like I even lost contact with him
as it came off.

Wyatt knew this was going to be a good one and he wanted it to last, but he
knew he was going to have to do this quick because we did have somewhere to
be and I was right about us not having much time. Wyatt licked all the way
down to my happy trail where he undid my pants with his teeth and pulled
them down quickly along with my boxers. He then saw my long rod in the air,
but he knew there was no time to do what he wanted so he just took it in
his hand and started to jerk my off roughly, as he undid his own pants. He
waited until I was as hard as he wanted me then he stopped and pulled off
his boxers. His dick was really long. The only thing that sucked was there
was no lube, and even if there was there really wasn't any time for him to
lube me up. He knows its going to be painful for me, but he's going to have
to fuck me with out no lube.

"Ready babe," he asked.

I nodded sensing what he was going to have to do, but this isn't the first
time, so it won't be all that bad.

I prepared for what Wyatt was about to do by spreading my legs and leaning
back a little so he could do what he had to. I closed my eyes thinking
about how painful its going to be, but I know it won't be all that bad.

Wyatt really didn't want to do this, but he sees that I'm already in the
position so why not take advantage of it. Wyatt started jerking of his dick
and got it ready. Slowly and carefully he began to insert it in me. As he
continued he had to admit that it did feel a little bit better when he used
no lube, but he knew it was more painful for me that's why he really never
did it.

I couldn't take it anymore. I gave out a loud cry when he was half way in
me. The pain was almost unbearable, but I remembered that I had taken worse
pain that this, but it wasn't up my ass though. It was really burning like
no other, but I knew it was pleasure for Wyatt.

Wyatt went a little slower seeing as it was hurting me. The blond continued
to enter second by second, making sure he waited five seconds between each
inch he entered. When he was finally all the way in, he could feel how
tight I was. I was so tight that Wyatt could almost feel himself cuming,
but he wasn't going to let that happen without him having his little fun.

I could see that Wyatt wasn't going to be gentle on this one so I wrapped
my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on for
support. It hurt already bad enough and I knew I was going to be sore when
this was all over.

Wyatt took now time in holding onto my back and bouncing me up and down off
of his manhood. He could already hear me moaning, but he wanted me to moan
louder. By the end of this he wanted me to be shouting his name. Wyatt
started to move in faster and harder, knowing that the pain has now turned
into pleasure since he had already been fucking me for five minutes and the
pain shouldn't even last that long from our experience.

It was really starting to feel great. If I could get past the whole pain in
the beginning I might be able to get use to having sex without any
lube. The pleasure was getting to me so could that I started let me hands
dig into the back of Wyatt and let them run all the way down hard, leaving
scratch marks all over his back. That was going to be a bitch while he
tried to sleep.

After staying in that position for a good while, the blond wanted to try
something different. He carried me over to the island bar and he then laid
down, but made sure to keep me on his dick. It was a sign that he wanted me
to ride him instead of him doing all the work. Wyatt pulled his arms back
and let his head rest in his hands so he could watch the whole thing in a
comfortable position.

When I felt comfortable enough I began bouncing up and down on Wyatt fast
as I could. I knew he was enjoying it, because watching his head go up and
down in the same motion as me told me he liked what he was seeing. I loved
to please him, so I kept in the motion, but I started moaning loud knowing
how much he liked it.

"Ahhhh, Wyatt you're the best," I shouted.

Hearing that was enough to send Wyatt over the edge. He shot about ten big
loads up my ass. He was done. This took a lot out of him.

Feeling all that sticky cum up my ass was enough to make me explode all
over my husbands chest. I was so tired that I just collapsed on top of
him. I know we've made a bigger mess than there already was.

"Time to go to magic school," I said through panting.

"You always have a way of ruining a good moment," Wyatt smiled.



Ricardo O'Brien was sneaking down the stairs as quietly as he could. He
didn't want his foster father Michael to hear him. He went into the pantry
to find something to eat before he had to go off to school. All he found
though was a bag of cornflakes. Michael really never had anything in the
pantry. He would mostly do take out and never bring Ricardo back anything,
and whenever Ricardo asked for something to each, Michael would take of his
belt and beat him for questioning him before he talked to him. Ricardo bent
over and picked up the back of flakes and began eating them since that's
all he was going to have for breakfast. It was really hurting him to move
at all right now from the beating that he had taken the night before. The
young boy was covered with bruises. Looking around the house, he could see
that it was still a mess from where Michael came in pissed off and trashed
it. Dishes were broken all over the kitchen floor. The dining room table
was turned over. The couches were all cut up from where he tried to stab
poor Ricardo and missed. It was a wonder why social services hasn't taken
him away, but what do they care.

Richardo then thought he heard someone coming down the stairs. He stood
there motionless hoping to every God there was that it wasn't his foster
father or else he'd be dead meat. Whenever the house is a mess, its always
him who's to blame. Luckily it had only been the cat that stayed in the
house. They young boy sighed with relief.

Ricardo O'Brien was a male who was about sixteen, almost seventeen
really. All his life he's been in and out of foster homes. Never has he met
his real family. The foster people told him that he was left on their
doorstep when he was only two months old. Maybe he was even younger than
that. They really didn't know. They knew his name was Ricardo because there
was a blanket with his name engraved on it along with some weird little
symbol. Ricardo didn't even know where he got his name from or even if that
was short for something like, Richard or maybe even Richie. It really
doesn't matter anymore. He didn't even have a middle name or a last
name. It was whoever foster him gave him his last name and since he was
with Michael O'Brien, that was his last name, which he hated a lot.

Living with Michael had been hell and hot water.  Ricardo some days felt
hell would be a better place to live than here.  Maybe it would be a place
to call home. For the past 9 years now, he's been living with this monster
and its killing him inside and out. The man was a drunk who always took out
his anger on Ricardo. The man was just a time bomb ready to explode on
Ricardo all the time.

Ricardo made his way to the front room to pick up his school bag. School
was another hell hole for him, but he liked being there a whole lot more
than he liked being at home with his foster father. Ricardo just had to
make sure that he was out of the house before Michael came
downstairs. Today was another day he was going to school covered in
bruises. He couldn't believe a monster would do this to him and send him to
school like this. This guy must be the devil himself.

As the teen left the house he started to think about a lot of things. What
would have happened if he was raised by his real parents. Would they abuse
him like his foster parents did, or would they love him. Ricardo didn't
know what his family might look like. He pictured a big family with two
parents and a bunch of brothers and sisters, cousins, maybe even some
nieces and nephews. He thought about how nice it would be to have siblings
to talk to about his problems, and protect him at school. Then it would be
nice to have a dad who would take him to football games since he's really
never been to any and he's always wanted to go. He wanted a mother to look
after him and worry about him all the time, and even be overprotective at
times, but who was he kidding. That would never happen. His own parents
didn't want him.

Ricardo had always been having these dreams about his parents, but he can
never remember them too clearly. Its every time that he sees their face,
but he always manages to forget them. Every night he dreams that his
parents are there holding him as a baby rocking him to sleep. He would do
anything, even kill the whole world to have that dream come true.

When Ricardo turned onto Prescott street he looked at the maroon house that
he always liked. He knew that a family called the Halliwells lived
there. For the longest time he believed that he might be related to them,
but that was impossible. From what he's seen, two guys live there with
their own family, but there is no possible way that two guys could conceive
a child so the children there must be adopted just like him. He knew the
kids that lived there were Rolland, Patricia, Richard, Penelope, Peter Jr.,
Matthew, and Christopher. Those were a family of kids who he saw at school
almost everyday but was always afraid to talk to them.

Finally after a few more blocks he had made it to his school. Why did he
have to go here out of all places. The school seemed so happy with all the
teenagers walking around and laughing with their friends. If only he had
friends he could talk to then it might be more worth while to come up here,
but he didn't because he would always get into fights just because of the
way he looked and dressed. Ricardo really considered himself an outcast,
because that's how he was made out to be by so many people at the
school. Never did he consider himself normal. He was just nothing that no
one wanted or even cared about. One thing though was that he always made
good grades. His teachers loved him and he was ranked number one in his
class. No one would be able to tell that by the way he looks or acts, plus
Ricardo doesn't want anyone knowing that he's a nerd inside. That would
only motivate people to pick on him even more.

Next thing Ricardo knew he was being shoved in the lockers. It was so
unexpected that he had no time to react and fell to the ground. He then
felt the guy grab his shirt and pull him up and then push him against the
lockers and hold him there. It was one of his worst bullies. Alex Smith.

"Get the fuck off of me," Ricardo hissed at the bully as he tried to
struggle out of his grip.

"Shut up O'Brien!" Alex angrily replied. "Now listen and listen good, stay
away from my girl Isabelle or else trust me I will give you more bruises
than you already have," he said referring to all the bruises that covered
the young man's body.

"I don't know who or what the hell you're talking about," Ricardo said
trying to push him off of him.

Alex slammed the boy right back into the lockers. "I think you know exactly
what I'm talking about," he said.

Suddenly someone walked around the corner and saw what was going on and
decided to intervene. "Hey cut it out!" the boy exclaimed.

Alex looked over at the boy and immediately recognized him. He hates it
when this guy interferes with whatever he's doing. When is he ever going to
mind his business.

"Mind your own business Halliwell, this has nothing to do with you," Alex
shouted back.

Ricardo couldn't believe it. Someone was standing up for him and it
happened to be a Halliwell. Looking over at the boy in question, Ricardo
couldn't figure out which one he was though. It was obvious that it was
either Rolland or Richard by his age, but he couldn't pin point which one
it was. This Halliwell had blond hair and blue eyes, but his hair wasn't
that long, but it wasn't short either.

"Its my business now, so let him go," the guy warned.

"Or what?" Alex challenged.

"Do you really want to find out," the blond told them as he began to walk
right toward him. Alex had tried to fight him so many times, but each time
he got his butt whooped just as hard, so it would be best for him not to
try to challenge him like this, especially in front of his friends.

Alex remembered all the times he got his ass kicked and really didn't want
to fight the guys, but neither did he want to look like a pussy in front of
his friends. He figured though it would be better to walk away from this
fight because he would look more like a pussy if he got his ass beat for
the tenth time rather than if he chose not to fight at all. Alex let go of
Ricardo and made his way to class. He knew he could get Ricardo at another
time when the Halliwell wasn't around.

The teen Halliwell walked up to Ricardo and knelt down in front of him
saying, "you okay?"

"I'm fine," Richardo snapped as he started to pick up his books.

"Could of fooled me," The Halliwell said. "Here let me help you," he
started picking up the boy's books. As the blond helped him, he could swear
he's seen this guy somewhere. "So are you new here?"

"No," Ricardo shook his head. "I've been going here ever since I was a
freshman so yeah, and right now I'm a junior," Richardo explained. "Look
sorry for snapping at you, but I've just been having a bad day," Ricard
said.

"No problem," The blond said. "You shouldn't be afraid of those guys, I
mean they're not as tough as they seem."

"I know," Ricardo said as he and the blond finished putting his books in
his bag. "Thanks."

"No problem, and I'm sorry, but I don't think I got your name," he asked.

"Its Ricardo, Richardo O'Brien," he answered.

The blond held out his hand for Ricardo to shake. "Its nice to meet you,"
he nodded. "My names kind of similar to yours," he stated. "Its Richard
Halliwell," he told him.

"So your Richard," Ricardo replied a little happy to finally meet one of
the Halliwells.

"Wow, you talk as though you know me," Richard smiled.

"No, its just that I walk by your house everyday to go to school," Ricardo
explained. "I remember seeing you and your brothers and sisters, Rolland,
Patty, Penny, Matthew, Peter Jr., and Christopher leaving to go to school
in just two cars," he told him.

"Well, Matthew, Peter Jr., and Christopher aren't my brothers, they're my
cousins actually, but yeah," Richard said. "You should stop by some time
and we could give you a ride to school if you want," the blond offered.

"I'll have to think about that," Ricardo said getting off the
floor. "Thanks again, but I have to get to class," the boy rushed off down
the hallway.

This time Richard let him go. He couldn't help though but noticed that the
guy was covered with bruises. Richard knows he seen this guys somewhere
before, but where. He looks so familiar. For some reason he reminds him of
his father Wyatt since he looks a lot like him with dark hair. Though
Richard remembers his mom and dad telling him that his brother that came
before him was kidnapped not too long after he was born, Richard still
believes that he might still be alive. He felt like he had some sore of
connection with him since they were so close in age, and to make things
even more odd the guys name was Ricardo and he seems to fit the age
gap. Could this be his long lost brother that had been kidnapped. Richard
would find that out the next time he saw him.



I did a last minute check on myself. I knew I was in for a rough crowd
today. I just hope these kids don't try to pull too many pranks. The funny
thing is, I'm suppose to be teaching them today why not to use their magic
for evil and why only use it for good. That's going to be a tough
thing. Wyatt even wished me luck on that today as we parted our ways since
he says he'll go check on the kids in daycare. I know Patty will probably
come pick them up after school since she's gets out before Wyatt and I do
and that's how its been going on.

I took in one last breath before I pushed open the door to my classroom. I
nearly walked back out. I haven't even started teaching and already the
whole place is in chaos. There are students levitating around and then
they're guys throwing papers all over the room. To make matters worse,
these guys are all suppose to be teenagers ranging from ages 14-17. Its
going to be one long day.

I went and set all my books on my desk. The first thing I had to figure out
was how was I going to get all of these students attention. They didn't
even noticed that I walked in so there's no telling where their minds are
at right now. There's about thirty of them and each of them seemed to be
doing their own little thing. I had to remind myself that I was a parent
and what would I do to get my kid's attention.

I had almost forgot that I could control the weather. My eyes started to
glow white and I started to levitate in the air as clouds appeared right
above me. Right now I looked like a possessed demon, which I knew would
scare the kids. I then created lightening and made it hit a kids desk.

All the children started looking at me scared. They did not know what had
taken over their teacher, but it seemed to be a nightmare come true. Some
of them nearly wet their pants. They knew they were taking class with a
Charmed One, but they never expected me to have powers like that.

By the time I stopped, all of them were frozen and staring at me. I still
had it in me. The ability to get kids quiet and paying attention within a
few seconds. That was priceless.

"Thank you," I smiled. "Will you please take your seats," I asked kindly.

Without another word spoken the students immediately began to take their
seats in their rightful desk. They were a little terrified of me because of
what I had just done, but I knew that scare in them wouldn't last. In fact,
I expect them to going back to wild mode in a few more seconds.

"Now, as you all know, I'm Mr. Christopher Evans-Halliwell, and I'll be
teaching you about when you can and can't use your magic," I explained as I
started to write a few things down on the chalk board. I could hear the
students whispering already about how stupid the subject is and how they're
not going to do their work. I knew I was in for a rough class. I turned
back around and right then every student got quiet. They were so quiet that
if I had closed my eyes I would have thought that I was in the room by
myself. "Alright, now can anyone give me an example for when it it is
appropriate to use your magic?" I asked looking around the room. I waited
and waited for hands go to up, until finally the trouble maker Randy raises
his hand. Since he was the only one who raised his hand I had to call on
him, but I knew he was going to make a smart allec remark like he always
does. I'll just have to be prepared for it. "Yes Mr. Randy," I called on
him.

"I say we can use our magic, whenever we want to and the time that we can't
use our magic is never," he answered rather arrogant.  Randy was always the
student who was full of himself. It would always be a teachers worse
nightmare to have him in their class, but Randy could tell by that way I
was staring back at him that I was not afraid of him at all.

I could tell I was in for a challenge, but I've faced worse kids than him,
for example Rolland Patrick Halliwell. If he doesn't scare me, sure enough
this Randy kid won't.

"Thank you for answering Mr. Randy, but that is not when you are aloud to
use you magic and there is a time where you're not suppose to use your
magic," I stated as I began to pace the room. I could tell that I barely
had everyone's attention, but I knew I could gain it real quick. "You see
as witches, its our job to protect the innocent, not punish the guilty," I
lectured. "You can use your magic for three reasons, if you're being
attacked, if your trying to protect an innocent, or whether it might be
just normal self defense against another witch," I continued on. "You see
its our job as witches to protect the world from demons and other harmful
supernatural beings, but don't take that as an opportunity to do something
selfish for yourself, because that would fit under the list of personal
gain, and believe me the elders will punish you guys for using personal
gain," I told them. The more and more I talked the more students started to
listen, but I didn't have the whole class listening, and that was my goal
to have the whole class pay attention. "Alright guys so let me write down
some notes that you need to copy," I said knowing that it was going to make
sure everyone stayed awake. I immediately heard groans coming from the
students. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, cry me a river," I responded to the groans.

I immediately took out some chalk and began writing important things to
know on the board. The irony of it all was that they were not even going to
need it. It was important for them to know, but it wasn't going to be on a
test or anything. I just needed to find a way for them to pay attention,
and what other way to get all the kids attention then to make them take
notes. I wish there was some other way that I could do this so it could be
interesting, but I have to stick to the lesson plan as much as I don't want
to. I know if I don't Wyatt, the head of the school, will be pissed off,
and I don't feel like going home to an angry husband especially when the
rest of the family is going to come over for a family visit.

While my back was turned Randy and his friend Martin were whispering to
each other. Both of them were up to no good as usual, but what could anyone
expect from the magic school's biggest trouble maker and his best friend.

"Got it?!" Randy asked his friend.

"Yeah," Martin nodded his head as he conjured a fireball in his hand.

"Wait till I tell you to do it," Randy said withing for the perfect
opportunity. This was his first day in my class, and already he was up to
trouble. He was really going to get back at me for saying he was wrong. No
teacher says that he's wrong and gets away with it.

That is the reason he is in my class right now. So far no teacher would
take him. Not even Chris. They all said he was to much trouble and he would
never learn and that maybe Wyatt should kick him out of magic school, and
Wyatt was just going to do that until I convinced him that I could handle
him. I couldn't just let this teen be thrown out and not learn anything. I
knew he was really going to run my blood, but I couldn't stand the thought
of him not getting his magic education.

When Randy saw that I was really into writing on the board, he felt that it
was safe to put his hand into action. Gosh this is going to be so great,
the teen thought to himself. "Now!" he whispered loudly to his friend.

Before the energy ball could get half way towards me, I quickly turned
around and squinted my eyes sending the fireball right at Randy. The
fireball hit his desk setting all his papers on fire that he had on his
desk. The teen was so panicked that he tried to move out of the desk and he
did, but not before he tripped and fell on his face.

I could see that this was getting a little out of hand, so I focused and
blew a breath of could air at the fire putting it out. The desk was
okay. There wasn't a mark on it, but all his papers were burned, and I just
hope that they weren't important, because what he did was very
disrespectful and I really don't have much sympathy for him since he just
tried to burn me.

"Nice one Mr. Randy, but you're going to have to do a lot better than that
if you think you can get to me," I smirked at him. I knew he wasn't too
happy about that, but why did I care. He just tried to burn me.

"How'd you know," Randy asked as he got up off the floor.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well you see its my job to know and its one of my
powers," I explained. "You see class," I said turning back to the whole
class. "One of my many power is empathy," I told them. "I have to power to
read your minds and I can feel your emotions and I can inflict you with
other emotions from someone else or the whole world."

Randy nodded. "I still don't get how you were able to react so quick
though, I mean its like this isn't the first time you've done this," he
pointed out.

"Yeah, that's another thing I haven't really mentioned," I stated. "Not
only am I a witch and a teacher, but I am also a parent. I have eleven
kids, so don't try to pull any tricks on me, because I've been there and
I've done that and I know all the things that you teens try to do with
magic."

"Wait a minute," Martin said shocked. "You're a parent," he asked.

"Yep," I smiled

"And you have eleven kids," Randy added.

"Yes," I answered him.

"So how do you have enough rooms for them all to live in," Randy
questioned. He had never heard of a family this size before. Living at
home, it was just him and his brother and they had to share a room, which
was a nightmare for him.

"That's a good question, but to tell you the truth four of them are grown
and on their own," I started to tell smiling. "They each have their own
house and their own family so they don't live with me, and yeah that does
leave seven, and yes some of them do share a room, but I couldn't have
pictured a better life for my kids and I," I told them all.

A kid raised his hand. I acknowledged him so that he may ask his
question. "Is it true that you and the guy who's head of magic school is
having an affair," he asked.

I smiled knowing that this was going to happen. Being a teacher I knew that
students were going to start spreading rumors and I was prepared for it. I
can only imagine what they say about Wyatt since he is the head of magic
school and does all the discipline.

"You could say that, but to tell you the truth, the guy is my husband, and
his name is Wyatt," I stated causing all the students in the classroom's
jaw to drop. "Yes guys, I'm married to a guy and I'm not ashamed."

It was quiet for a few more seconds before one student spoke. "So, I have a
question also. Are all of your kids adopted," he asked.

I shook my head. "None of them at all," I said firmly. "They all belong to
Wyatt and I, and that is what brings me to our lesson that is suppose to be
taught next week. It is possible for all male witches to conceive kids, but
like I said that goes with next weeks lesson, so lets get back to today's
lesson shall we," I said turning back to the chalkboard.

"Mr. Halliwell," Randy spoke. "I have one more question," he asked.

I was really getting a little frustrated but I couldn't blame anyone for
that but myself. I should have never told them that I had kids and that
Wyatt was my husband. I should have known it was going to be a big
deal. That's what teenagers like to talk about these days.

"Last question," I said wanting to bring the conversation to an end.

"Do you ever miss your kids," he asked. "I mean the ones who moved out," he
made the question more clear.

That was a hard question to answer. Not that I couldn't answer it, but it
did hurt me to think that my kids have moved on. I know its a parents dream
that their kids would stay with them forever but it never happens. At least
with the first four it didn't, but so far Rolland might be one who stays
with Wyatt and I for the rest of his life if he doesn't grow up.

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, but they come visit from time to time, and who
knows maybe sometime you might see them around here, since they'll
sometimes come and visit me over here," I smiled thinking about how they
visit me at magic school just about every week, though its usually after
class is out.

I was about to get back to the lesson when I felt a familiar presence
coming from the door. I don't know what made me look over there, but I
did. What I saw nearly made me cry. My grown kids, Prue, Robert, Ryan, and
Patience were standing at the door smiling at me. I looked away for a
moment thinking that I was imagining this, and then when I looked right
back they were standing right there still smiling through the door. I was
very surprised because usually they would call and say if they were coming
to visit, and since they would be coming by for dinner at the manor since
tonight is Wyatt and I's twenty second anniversary.

I looked back at the class saying, "and since you guys asked, I guess it
wouldn't be any harm for them to come in and talk to you guys about the
subject to when you use your powers," I then waved for them to come in the
door. One by one and introduced them as they came through the door. "This
is my daughter Patience, my son Ryan, my daughter Prue, and my son Robert,
and they've each taken classes at magic school just like you guys," I
stated. "So would any of you like to tell the class anything about when and
where you should use your powers," I asked.

Ryan looked around, seeing that no one was going to speak, he took it upon
himself. "Sure I'll say a few words," Ryan started. Ryan started out by
telling the students not to use their power for personal gain because it
could come back at them twice as bad than it did good. He also advised them
to not try to harm anyone who isn't harming them, because that could cause
a war that wasn't even started.

After he had his five minutes, Patience decided that she would speak
also. She told them about her experience of being a one fourth demon, half
witch, and one forth whitelighter. When the class first heard that she was
a demon they had nearly freaked out because demons were said to be evil,
but Patience explained that not all demons are evil. Though most of them
are, some of them are just raised to be evil and they can't help what they
do.

Once Patience was done Prue and Robert decided they would both speak
together. It seemed as though the two do everything together since they're
really close. They both spoke about why a witch's power shouldn't be used
in public, unless its an emergency. The went into a little history about
it, but then got back to the situation of a witch using their powers.

As I looked on while my kids were teaching I couldn't help but have a big
smile on my face. I could tell that when Wyatt and I retired, the school
was going to be in good hands with our kids, but Wyatt and I don't plan on
retiring anytime soon, since we'll probably live to be who knows how old.

Prue and Robert had just finished their lecture when the bell rang. I
couldn't believe we had spent all that time with my kids lectures, but I'm
not complaining. It gave me less work.

"Alright, class dismissed and remember, don't use your powers unless its
absolutely necessary," I yelled out the door as all the students ran
out. When the bell would ring those students would run out the door like
they were on fire. I had to always make sure that I wasn't standing in the
door way or else I would get knocked over.

Once every student was out the door I looked back at my kids who were all
grown up. I can't believe it had gone by so fast. It seems like just
yesterday these guys were playing that little prank on Aunt Paige and now
they're in their twenties and they have families of their own, who are just
as bad as they were, when they were kids. I guess it just goes to show that
payback hurts.

I walked over to my kids and pulled them all into a big group hug. I was so
excited to see them and so happy that they came and helped me out when I
needed them. I knew they could explain things better than I could since
they were closer to their age and they had taken this class before, so that
would make things more interesting for the students. I continued to embrace
my kids never wanting them to let go.

"Its good to see you guys," I said softly as I let them out of the hug I
had them in.

"Its good to see you too," Prue replied.

"So," I smirked. "What made you guys come here?"

"We thought we'd surprise you and dad for your anniversary, and since we
know how dad hates it when he gets surprised visits, we thought now would
be the best time," Ryan smiled. He always liked to play tricks on his old
man still as an adult. Him and Wyatt were very close seeing as he followed
in Wyatt steps, being on the whole football team and then being the guy who
slept around with just about every girl in school, and finally settled down
with a wife and kids.

"Thanks," I said. "So how are my grandkids doing," I asked.

"They're all fine," Patience answered for the whole group knowing it would
take forever if they were all to tell their individual stories. She thought
they might as well save those for the family dinner tonight.

"How's my little half brother doing," Robert asked worried. Rolland was the
one next to him and he couldn't help but always worry about him since he's
heard so many bad things. He felt sorry for him a lot since he had to grow
up without his real mother. One person that Rolland would always be good
for was Robert since Robert always took the time to get to the source of
the problem, but now Robert can't always do that, since Autumn and the kids
take up a lot of his time.

"Please don't ask," I muttered under my breath. "Wyatt and him just had a
little talk this morning so you know it wasn't good."

"I understand," Patience nodded. "Do you want me to try to talk to him,"
she offered. It would be the best thing since her situation is so close to
his. She didn't really have her father around that much. He's still alive
and she talks to him just about everyday, but he's not there as much as he
can be, and when she was teen she was rebellious and would always yell at
Wyatt about how he can't tell her what to do, because he wasn't her real
father, but never did she mean it. Wyatt was someone who she knew could be
a good role model for her.

"No, its okay, I'm sure Wyatt has it under control," I lied. There was no
telling what the kid was going to do next. Knowing Rolland he might just
try to kill someone with how violent he is, though it does remind me a lot
of how Wyatt use to be. "So have you guys already gone and saw your
father," I questioned not really knowing if they had come to see me first
or if they went to see Wyatt.

"Yes," Ryan nodded answering for all of them. "He seems to be busy all the
time with his work," the father of five pointed out. He can relate to his
father since he has to work a lot himself.

"I know," I nodded. "But don't worry, he always has time for his family," I
pointed out.

"We know," Robert said not even need an explanation. They've already lived
in the house and they know how hectic things can be, especially if there
are demons coming around, but as far as they know there haven't been many
demons. "Hey um, I got to go, I mean I can hear Autumn calling for me," he
shook his head. He loved his wife, but sometimes she can be pretty
annoying. "See you at dinner tonight mom," Robert said giving me one last
hug before he orbed out.

"Yeah I think we all should be going," Patience pointed out. "I think we
all are going to have some rowdy kids to get ready for tonight to see ya
then, and be sure to call us if you need anything," Patience said
firmly. "I mean even though we're not in the house, you know we're there if
you need us."

"You don't have to tell me that again," I replied seeing as I heard it just
about every time they came to visit. "Goodbye guys and I'll see you
tonight," I said giving them each a hug.

"Bye," Patience said shimmering away.

"Bye," Ryan and Prue orbed out together.

I smiled as they all left. I couldn't believe my children are all grown up
and have their own families. Its really true when they say that you kids
grow up fast. I would give anything right now to have one more day with
them when they were kids, but I know that can't happen. They have to move
on so they can better the world, which I know they are doing.

Looking at the time, I saw that it was pretty late. I'm sure that the kids
should be getting out of school pretty soon, and I want to be out of magic
school by the time they get home so I can hear about their day. Hopefully
it was good and I won't have to comfort Patty because she had a bad day
with a guy. Patty is still looking for a guy to treat her right and so far
she hasn't found one, and all the time I have to hear about guys who she
likes, but won't go out with her because she has two kids.

I quickly began to pack up my things and headed straight for Wyatt's
office, which was the main office. When I got there I didn't even knock. I
just went straight in. At first I didn't even think Wyatt had noticed that
I had walked in the room, because he was still writing some stuff down.

It wasn't but two seconds later that Wyatt looked up and smiled at me. "Hey
baby, you alright," he greeted me.

I nodded back knowing he was going to ask me that question. That was always
a question that Wyatt asked me when he first saw me. "Yeah I'm fine," I
said walking over to his desk and sitting on top of it.

"Kids come and visit you," he asked as he continued to write some stuff
down on his papers that were in front of him.

"Yes," I told him. "I just can't believe they're grown."

"Yeah, we've got some pretty good memories," Wyatt smiled thinking about
all the things that they've done when they were little. Even all the little
pranks they played against their aunts and uncles.

"Next year we'll be saying goodbye to another one," I sighed thinking about
Patty.

Wyatt nodded. "And then it'll be Richard, and not too much longer after him
will be Penny," Wyatt went on. "I guess we should enjoy our time with them
now," Wyatt pointed out.

Thinking about it all made me realize how right he was. We didn't have much
longer before another group leaves. I can't believe that all our kids are
almost grown. The triplets have a way to go, but after all the others leave
it won't be too much longer before they go too. I just have to make sure
that I make the best of it while they're here, because I already know I'm
going to miss them a lot seeing as I miss the first four.

"You okay," Wyatt asked seeing as how I was saying nothing.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts. "Yeah I'm fine," I replied. "I was
just thinking about what you said," I told him and he nodded and went right
back to writing on the paper that was in front of him. "Do you know when
you're going to be done with that," I asked impatiently.

Wyatt just laughed. "Wow, someone over here is craving attention," Wyatt
shook his head.

"What?! No I'm not," I quickly replied. It was a little true. Maybe it was
a lot true, but what can I say. I'm an attention whore, unless it comes
down to the kids. Then I do want Wyatt to pay more attention to
them. "I..umm...just want to get home before the kids do," I sore of lied.

"Sure," Wyatt muttered under his breath. He then looked at his watch that
was on his wrist. "We've got time, I mean Patty shouldn't be getting home
with the other kids for another thirty minutes, so I think I have time to
finish this up before we go home," Wyatt stated.

I sat on the desk tapping my foot impatiently hoping that Wyatt would hurry
up. "Wyatt what time is it," I asked.

"Why should it matter," he questioned.

"I just want to know how long I've been here waiting for you," I asked.

"Come on now, you're here with me, so stop whining," Wyatt said as he
continued to finish up his work.

"Oh yeah how could I forget," I said with my voice full of sarcasm.

Wyatt smiled and got up from where he was sitting. "Looks like someone
isn't getting the attention he deserves," Wyatt said.

Wyatt came and stood right in between my legs. He looked at me intently
before he pushed his lips on mine. He let his hands go behind my back and
pull me into him closer to intensify the kiss. He had a hard day today and
this is just what he needed to make it better.

I quickly broke away and pushed Wyatt back. I was panting, because that was
very unexpected and Wyatt was going a little fast for me, but I was up for
it. "Wyatt, what about your work," I pointed out, seeing as he hasn't
finished it yet.

"Don't worry I can finish it in the morning," Wyatt stated. "Its not
something big anyway," he said going straight back after my mouth.

I figured he was right so I let my body give into him. My husband pressed
his lips against mine once more and this time I didn't do anything to stop
him. I let him have his way with my mouth, and let his tongue come
through. It felt so good to have his tongue wondering around in my mouth.

Wyatt was really getting into it the whole thing. He started to push me
down on the desk so now that he was on top, but not before he threw a few
papers that were still on his desk down to the floor. His office was going
to be a mess after this whole thing was over.

The blond immediately started to undo my robe and pull it off. It might
have been only this morning since we've done it, but because its been a bad
day for Wyatt he needs this a lot. He continued by laying kisses all over
my neck needing to taste my skin real bad.

I started to undo his robe, but Wyatt was moving so much that I couldn't
completely pull it off myself, so Wyatt pulled back and took it off himself
and threw it on the floor along with a lot of other things. Once his robe
was on the floor he got back on top of me and continued his hunger assault
all over me mouth and my neck. This was gonna be good. He could feel it in
his pants.

Suddenly Wyatt's cell phone starts to ring. Wyatt just ignored it. He felt
that whatever it was could wait. This right now was something important to
him and he needed this more than he needed to answer his cell phone.

"Wyatt," I moaned as I felt him sucking my neck. "Wyatt stop," I said
pushing off off. Wyatt looked at me a little confused and hurt like I
didn't want this. "Its not you Wyatt, its just your cell phone is ringing,"
I pointed out.

"It can wait," Wyatt said pressing his lips against mine once again and
going back at it.

I quickly pushed him off again. "No, Wyatt, it could be important," I
stated. "I mean I don't want anything bad to be happening and then we're
too busy making love to know what's going on."

Wyatt growled as he got off of me. As much as he wanted to continue this he
knew that I was right and that he should be answering his phone. The blond
reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and saw a number that
he's seen before but he doesn't recognize it.

Wyatt clicked the talk button and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello," he
greeted the person on the other line. "Yes, this is he," Wyatt continued to
talk. "WHAT?!" he all of a sudden shouted. "I'm on my way," he said
clicking the hang up button. "That boy is in so much trouble, just wait
till I get my hands on him," Wyatt gritted through his teeth.

"What going on," I asked worried since I really never see Wyatt this angry
unless its something big like a demon attack.

"Rolland has gotten himself into trouble again, and now I have to go pick
him up from school because he's being suspended!" Wyatt shouted. "Just wait
till I see him. That boy is going to be grounded for the rest of his life."
Wyatt pulled out his car keys ready to orb over to his car.

"Is there anything you want me to do," I asked.

"Just get home and make sure the others are okay," Wyatt said hanging up
his robe. "And make sure to be by the phone in case I have to call you or
something comes up," he told me.

"Alright," I nodded. "Just please don't go off on him right away," I
asked. "Find out what he did and why he did it okay."

"Okay," Wyatt said. "I love you."

"Love you too," I replied as he gave me a quick kiss before he orbed out. I
was hoping on everything that Wyatt doesn't kill Rolland this time. I deal
with teenagers all the time and I have a few kids of my own who went
through their teenager phase. I was able to help all of them, but I can't
figure out why I just can't get through to Rolland. I try to be a second
father to him, but he always rubs it in my face about how I'm not his
father and I can't tell him anything. Technically I'm still his uncle, but
either way he has not respect for me. I just hope that I can find out what
is troubling him and fix it before its too late and something big happens
to him.



Patty was sitting at the park bench watching her two boys swing. She had
swung by magic school and picked them up and left a little note for me and
Wyatt telling us that she got out of school a little early today so she was
going to pick up the boys. She had already dropped off Richard and Penny at
the house so she felt it was safe enough to go to the park with her two
little boys and spend some time with them since she's been real busy with
school lately.

Patty sometimes hated coming to this park. It just would always remind her
of the boys father and how he just left her. For years she thought he would
come back, and everyday she would come to the park and sit here waiting for
him. She stopped after the twins were born. There was no way he was coming
back. He obviously didn't care or else he would have told her he was
leaving before he left.

The mother of the twins look up to see one of them had fallen off and was
crying. "Warren be careful sweetie," she said as she began to walk over to
where he was. She can't believe how hard being a mother is. If only she had
the father around to help her out, but she doesn't. She knows she's going
to have to raise them without him. As Patty continued to walk over to her
sons, she felt she was being watched. The woman has senses like a
wolf. Patty looked around the park and saw a man staring straight at
her. At first she was a little freaked out, but as she got a better glimpse
of him she could identify the figure. It couldn't be him. This was just an
imagination. He can't be there. Only a few feet from her. He was in the
army. This was impossible. After staring at him for what seemed like
forever, she knew that he was really there. "You," she gritted through her
teeth at her ex-boyfriend and father of her sons. She couldn't believe that
Josh Lucas was standing right there in front of her. Even though he was
older he still looked the same. The only thing that changed about him was
that he had a haircut from being in the army.

"I knew I'd find you here," were the first words out of the man's mouth as
he started to walk towards the girl he left behind three years ago. He's
really missed her and wanted to write to her so badly, but there were
certain circumstances that prevented him from doing it.

Patty quickly noticed that the man was coming towards her and quickly
reacted by moving away from him and towards her kids. "Warren, Ray come on
we're leaving," she shouted.

"We don't wanna go," Ray cried.

Patty really didn't have time for this. Her ex-boyfriend was here and she
didn't want to be anywhere near him right now. "Don't argue with me, now
lets go," Patty said grabbing both their hands and quickly started making
her way over to the manor which was about three blocks away and Patty knew
it was going to take some time getting there, but she was prepared to use
her magic to protect her boys if she had to.

"Wait, Patricia wait," Josh called after her as he walked behind her. This
was a girl he's been thinking about for a long time, ever since he went to
the army and he can't just let her go like this.

"Mommy who's that," little Warren asked.

"No one sweetie, just ignore him," Patty said as she continued to walk
holding both kids hands.

"Mom?" Josh said confused. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had
Patty found someone else and had kids with them. The boys were old enough
to walk and talk, so that would mean if she did, it must have not been to
long after he left her, but Josh didn't think that she would have gone with
someone else. That's why he felt it was safe to leave and know that he
would have someone to return to when he got back. "Patty wait!" Josh kept
calling.

Patty stopped and turned back at Josh who was following her. "Its Patricia
to you," she gritted through her teeth. Words couldn't express how angry
she was at the guy right now.

"Patricia," Josh corrected himself. "Well how have you been," he asked.

"Without you? I've been just fine," she snapped.

Josh had expected this very much. He wanted to tell her that he was
leaving, but he knew that it would break her heart and he couldn't bear the
thought to see her cry so he felt that it would be best for the both of
them if she had found out on her own.

"So you're a mother now," he pointed out. "How old are they," he asked.

Patty was really ticked off right now. She had no desire to talk to the guy
and he was asking how old their kids were. "That's none of your business,
but if you must know they're three," she answered.

Josh started to find that kind of peculiar. Three years ago is when he left
and as far as he knew she wasn't cheating on him. She was with him all the
time, which would mean....

"Who's the father," he asked.

Patty frowned up. Not only did this guy just show up in her life after
three years, but now he's playing like he's dumber than a door knob. It
wouldn't take a genius to figure out who the father of these twins were.

"Do you really need to ask that," Patty said as she began to walk away once
more getting more and more irritated. She just wanted him to leave her
alone, and he can't even do that.

Josh stood there thinking for a second. What did she mean did he really
need to ask that? Of course he needed to. That would tell him if she was
cheating on him or not and if the kids were really his. Still thinking
about what she said about them being three years old, and knowing that
Patty wouldn't cheat on him, that would mean that the father of the twins
was..quickly Josh looked up to see a demon following Patty. He freaked.

"Patty look out," he shouted.

Patty turned around and saw a demon conjuring up a fire ball right behind
her. Quickly the mother of two got to the ground and pulled her kids down
with her, as she saw the demon hurling the fireball right at her. This was
very odd. Demons don't attack in the open, especially in front of a
mortal. Josh is right there and the demon is exposing himself.

Josh knew he had to do something. He couldn't sit there and watch as a
demon tried to kill his family. The man quickly conjured his darklighter
crossbow, and before the demon could conjure up another fireball Josh
quickly shot him in the chest causing the demon to blow up.

Patty nearly had a heart attack. She couldn't believe what her eyes had
just witnessed. The man she loved and would have done anything for was a
darklighter. She couldn't believe he didn't tell her that out of all the
years they had been together.

The mother of two had heard bad things about darklighters. She knows that
they impregnate other mortals to repopulate and then they kill them. That
must be the only reason that Josh wanted her. He didn't love her. He just
wanted to repopulate before he left for the army or supposedly left for the
army. For all she knew this could have been a big set up from the
beginning.

Patty quickly got up from the ground and pulled her boys up along with her
as the man stood there watching. "You're a darklighter," she asked angrily.

"Yes, but-," he tried to explain but was cut off.

"Why didn't you tell me!" she shouted at the father of her boys. Patty was
more angry at the fact that he was a darklighter than she was that he left
to go away to the army without telling her. This wasn't anything small like
she has to vanquish him now. It was big. Big as in her sons are one fourth
whitelighter, one fourth witch, and half darklighter. She knew if she told
her parents this, bombs will be flying everywhere.  Good and evil can not
co exist. That was something that she was always told, and now looks like
the rules have been broken, and she doesn't know what do do.

Josh felt ashamed. Patty had every right to be angry with him right now,
and part of him wouldn't be surprised if she never spoke to him
again. "Look, Patty, I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid I would lose
you," he pointed out. "But wait," he said as something was popping into his
head. "How do you know about darklighters?"

Patty looked at him in the eyes very intently saying, "because I'm a witch
and a whitelighter," she replied. She saw the shocked look on his face and
then continued her walk home.

"Patty stop," Josh said going after her.

Patty quickly turned back to Josh once more saying, "Josh, if you follow
me, I swear I will send your ass to the demon wasteland where it belongs,"
she threatened, but deep down she didn't have the heart to do it. She only
told him that to get him to leave her alone. As much as she hated to say
she still loved him after all this time. When she saw that he wasn't going
to follower her, she began to walk off with her kids as fast as she could.

Josh watched as the woman he loved disappeared from his sight along with
his two sons that he never knew he had. The darklighter now regrets
leaving. If only he knew that Patty was pregnant he would have stayed and
took care of her and the boys and they'd be one big happy family. That's
what he was hoping for when he got out of the army. Not that Patty would
already have had the boys, but he was hoping to start a family with her
when he got back, because she would almost be legal by now so she could do
what she wanted. Josh still wants to be with her more than anything. He
actually wants it more now than he did before, because now he sees that she
has two of his kids and he wants to raise them both with her instead of
separately. Even though he hasn't been there he still has rights to those
boys since he never knew that she had them and he didn't even know that she
was pregnant. He knew he couldn't just let her go like that. The girl he
loves and the girl he came back for. He knows he has to do something.

With that thought, Josh shimmered out trying to think of what to do to win
the love of his life back.



The Blond walked through the hallways of Hyde High School. Not much has
changed since he and his whole family had gone there. It was still old and
could use a lot of improvement. There were still students in the hallway
just standing on the walls talking and everything. Some of them looked like
really bad influences and some of them he was able to recognize as
Rolland's friends, the ones who he shouldn't be hanging out with.

Wyatt finally made his way to the principle's office and shook his head
thinking about how many times he's had to come up here for Rolland. Wyatt
could probably win the perfect attendance award since he's there so much.

'Why did this have to happen to me', Wyatt questioned himself. He wasn't
the best kid in school, but he wasn't as bad as Rolland was.

He finally got up to the principle's office and made his way to the school
secretary. "Hello, I'm Mr. Wyatt Halliwell," he greeted her. "And I'm here
to pick up my son Rolland Summers-Halliwell." He decided not to take away
Rolland's mother's name, because he wanted his son to feel like he had a
tie to his mother.

"Well hello Mr. Halliwell," she smiled. "He's in the office with the
Principle, you can just go right on in," she told him. She had expected a
visit from the Halliwell pretty soon since she knows that his son Rolland
can't go one week without getting in trouble. She's basically been seeing
Rolland more than she's seen any other students.

"Thank you," Wyatt said as he went into the principle's office. When he
walked in he saw his 19 year old sitting in the chair opposite of the
principle with his feet on the desk. The principle was sitting behind his
desk with a frown on his face. Wyatt could tell that the two had not been
having a nice little conference.

"Ah, Mr. Halliwell," the principle said acknowledging his presence. "Thank
you for taking your time to come down here," he said holding out his hand
for the man to shake.

"What has he done this time," Wyatt asked as he shook the man's hand and
then took a seat next to his son.

"Today we decided to bring in the drug sniffing dogs and well we found
somethings not just on him, but in his locker," the principle
explained. "Mostly cigarettes and alcohol," he stated.

Wyatt turned to his son who shrugged like he always did. Apparently this
wasn't a big deal to him and right now Wyatt wanted to whack him, but he
knew he'd probably get in trouble for doing that. He was so embarrassed
right now from Rolland's actions. Rolland must insist on making him look
like a bad parent, but the principle knows he's not since he's already had
four kids who graduated from this high school with honors, and another one
who seems to be doing pretty well.

The blond then remembered that his son's feet were on the desk. That was
something he saw as very disrespectful. "Rolland get your feet of his
desk," Wyatt demanded.

"Why," he asked.

"Because I said so," Wyatt said firmly.

"Whatever," Rolland said taking his feet off the desk and placing them on
the ground.

Wyatt shook his head knowing that Rolland was going to be the reason why he
might end up in jail for child abuse.

"Mr. Halliwell, I'm sorry, but I have no choice but to suspend him for a
few weeks," he told the father of eleven. "Don't worry, your son is not
being singled out. We are taking the same policy with him as we are taking
with any other student that has had anything illegal in their locker."

"I understand, and thank you," he said knowing that Rolland could have
gotten an even bigger punishment since this isn't the first time he's been
caught with stuff in his locker. Wyatt stood up from his chair and turned
to his eldest. "You're going home, and you are so grounded young man."

"Do I get my truck back," he asked.

"No you don't," Wyatt was quick to reply. "Now get on to the car," he
ordered.

Rolland just stormed off muttering 'asshole' under his breath.

Wyatt was able to hear him quite well though. "What did you just say
Rolland Philip Summers-Halliwell," Wyatt asked.

"Nothing," he said as he made his way out of the principle's office.

Wyatt looked back at the principle who was looking back at him stunned the
way his son talked to him. "Look, I'm very sorry about his," Wyatt was then
cut off by the principle.

"Don't be," he was quick to reply. "I'm sorry to say this Mr. Halliwell,
but I have to be honest with you. I really can't say that I've seen kids
worse than your son Rolland, so my advise to you is to get to the source of
the problem and find out who's influencing him and who's he hanging out
with," the principle suggested.

Wyatt nodded agreeing with what the principle said and made his way out of
the office. When he went to sign his son out he saw that he was talking to
two guys that seemed to be the same age as him, and to make it worse they
were two guys Wyatt considered bad influences. He quickly signed Rolland
out and made his way over to his son.

"Car, now," the blond said.

"In a minute dad, I'm just talking to my friends," he said being a real
smart allec.

"I'm not telling you again," Wyatt gritted through his teeth. "Car."

"You just told me again," Rolland slightly chuckled at his dad, but he
quickly stopped laughing when he saw the frown that was on his father's
face. He knew he'd better start obeying or else it would be trouble. "Hey
guys, I'll talk to you later," he said as he began walking off down the
hallway. He could feel his dad on his tail and he knew he better not stop
and talk to no one if he didn't want to be embarrassed.

Both of them got into Wyatt's car and the whole ride to the manor was
pretty quiet. Neither of them said a word to each other knowing that it
would bring about an argument before they had even got to their
destination.

I was sitting on the couch telling Chris about the situation waiting for
Wyatt to get there. Sure enough he entered the house with his son Rolland
in front of him.

"Someone finally made it here," I smiled trying to lighten up the
situation. "So what did he do this time?" I asked as I got up from the
couch along with Chris.

"Oh nothing big," Wyatt said sarcastically. "He was just caught with
cigarettes and alcohol on him and in his locker."

Chris and I both looked at each other and shook our heads. What were we
going to do with Rolland. He might be old enough to smoke, but that doesn't
mean he should be doing it, and he definitely shouldn't be bringing it on
campus. I just can't believe he's acting this way, and I wish I knew what
was going on. I watched as my stepson/nephew tried to make his way up the
stairs.

"Hold it right there," Wyatt yelled at his third son. "Where the hell do
you think you going?!"

Rolland just sighed angrily. "Upstairs to my room in the manors," he
replied. "Since that's where you were going to send me anyway," he pointed
out. Chris had finally decided to stop unenchanting the house after
Christmas, and made the decision to let everyone in the family have a room
in the Halliwell manor, and when a new Halliwell is born, he creates
another room.

"Not so fast son," Wyatt shook his head. "On the couch now, we're having a
little man to man talk," he demanded and his son just stood there and
shrugged his shoulders at him like he wasn't going to do it. "Couch now
Rolland, before I drag you there myself," he warned.

"Wyatt maybe you should calm down," I suggested. I really didn't want him
to kill Rolland and that looked like what he was about to do.

"I am calm," he said back to me. "As calm as I'm going to be with him," he
turned back to Rolland. "This is my final warning Rolland, get on the couch
or else I will drag you there myself. Don't try me son."

Rolland rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the couch. Gosh he
couldn't stand his dad.

"Maybe you should calm down before you talk to him," Chris advised his
brother. Chris deals with kids a lot too, but not just from magic
school. He's also a social worker just like his Aunt Paige.

"Don't try and use you social service on me," Wyatt said to his brother. "I
don't need anyone telling me how to raise my son. He has been pushing me
too far lately and its time for all of that to come to a halt."

Chris knew there was no reasoning with his brother. He already knew that
this wasn't the best way to deal with the whole situation, but Wyatt has
put his foot down and that was it. The whole world could come tumbling down
on Wyatt and the blond wouldn't cave.

"Explain yourself," Wyatt demanded as he folded his arms over his chest.

Rolland just sat back. "I don't have to explain myself to you," he said
rather disrespectfully to his father. "I'm nineteen so I'm grown and I
don't have to tell you anything."

"I beg to differ," Wyatt said. "Right now you live under my house and you
will abide by my rules and you will start respecting me, understand," the
blond went on at his son.

"Whatever," Rolland shrugged his shoulders.

"Rolland what were you doing with the cigarettes and the alcohol," Wyatt
asked angrily. "Tell me the truth."

"What do you want me to tell you, dad," Rolland snapped back. "Yes I smoke
and yes I do drink, but so does every other teenager in that school,"
Rolland explained. "I can't believe you're always on my ass and you never
get on anyone else in the house for the shit that they do," Rolland gritted
through his teeth.

"First of all, watch your language around me," he warned. "Second, yes I do
get on to everyone in the house about what they do, but you're the one
who's clocking up more than everyone in the house put together, so that
means I have to be on you more than anyone in the house, and if you would
stop getting yourself into so much trouble then maybe I wouldn't have to
be," Wyatt lectured.

"So what do you want me to do? Stop drinking and smoking?" Rolland asked
with a frown on his face. "Well to bad because I'm going to do whatever the
hell I feel like doing and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"You keep talking to me like that Rolland and trust me you'll regret it,"
Wyatt warned him. "You think you've seen a mean dad, but you haven't seen
nothing yet," Wyatt told him. He saw that he wasn't making much progress
with Rolland and he really didn't know what to do anymore, but he wasn't
giving up. That wasn't an option. "Rolland you're nineteen, and you're
smoking on school grounds, there's no telling what you're doing outside of
school with those guys you hang out with. I mean if you're smoking and
drinking are you doing drugs? Or what about having sex?"

"Wouldn't you just love to know," he replied back to his father. "Look, I'm
sorry I'm not your perfect son, and I'm sorry that I was even born. You
happy now?!"

"Rolland I'm not asking you to be perfect," Wyatt was quick to reply. How
could his son even think that. It hurt Wyatt to hear his son even say those
words about how he was sorry that he was born. "I'm trying to figure out
what's going through that little head of yours. I mean you were okay until
you went into middle school and then that's when you started acting up. I'm
starting to wonder if it has something to do with those friends of yours
that you're hanging out with, but it all can't be them. I know some of it
has to be you so would you like to tell me what's going on with you?"

"Look, its none of your business alright," Rolland snapped at his
father. "Now can I please go to my room."

"You can add a month to how long you're grounded for," Wyatt said. "The two
weeks that you're at home you can spend cleaning the whole house and then
you can study your books. You're not to leave the house without mine or
Evans' permission unless it is to go to school, understand? Not TV, no
computer, no phone, and definitely no demon hunting, got it?" The blond
said looking at his son who all of it was going in one ear and out the
other. "I said got it?"

"Please, I'll do whatever the hell I want," Rolland said as he made he way
upstairs to his room.

Wyatt just sighed. This boy was giving him more grays than all of his
children combined. Wyatt looked over to see me staring at him in an angry
way. "What?" he asked not knowing why I was looking at him that way.

I just shook my head and went up the stairs after Rolland.

That was just great for Wyatt. Not only was his son made at him, but his
husband. Things just can't get any worse.

Patty then came running in the door with Warren and Ray. She looked a
little panicked, but she tried to keep herself calm, not wanting to show
any sign of anything to her father who was standing right there. "Hey dad,
can you watch Warren and Ray, while I try to go find something to put on,"
Patty said handing them both to Wyatt. "Thank you," she said running up the
stairs before Wyatt could even give an answer.

Wyatt couldn't believe this. First he gets attacked by demons, second he
gets stopped from having sex in his office, third he has to go pick up his
son because he got into trouble, and now he's stuck looking after his two
grandsons, while there mother is upstairs trying to get dressed. The joys
of parenthood and grandparent hood. Things couldn't get any better than
this.



Rolland was laying on his bed listening to his CD player, but made sure it
was down enough so he could hear if anyone was coming. He then heard a
knock on the door and quickly pulled it off and hid it under his sheets.

"What do you want?" he yelled at the door thinking it was his father.

"Its me," I said opening the door. I gently closed the door behind me
wanting this to be a private conversation between me and Rolland. I didn't
want Wyatt to even know what was going on.

I wasn't the one to shout though, and sometimes Rolland wondered how I
could be a teacher and not shout at people, but he knew it wasn't in my
nature to shout. He knew that I wasn't as short tempered as his father was,
and he knew that I was more relaxed about things, even though he would tell
me all the time about how I wasn't his real father or mother. He didn't
hate me at all though. In fact he wishes that I was his father instead of
Wyatt.

"I just want to talk," I said sitting at the end of his bed.

"What do you want to talk about," Rolland asked. He wasn't as much of a
smart allec with me as he was with Wyatt.

"I just want to know what's going on with you," I asked.

"Did daddy dearest put you up to this," he questioned.

"No, he didn't," I replied. "As a matter of fact, I don't think he knows
I'm up here, but I'm trying to be a second father to you, and Rolland I
know I'm not your dad, but.."

"Stop," Rolland said. "You know I really don't mean any of that. I only say
it to hurt you," he replied. "I mean I actually do think of you as a second
father, and I guess that's just how I can get my way with you."

"I know," I nodded my head. "And look I know that you're acting out because
you miss your mother," I reminded him knowing how he lost his mother at a
young age. "I know how it feels Rolland believe me I do. I lost my mother
when I was just a baby," I told him for the hundredth time. He and his
siblings had always heard the stories about my mom and how she had to give
me up and when she died. I had a tear come down my eye thinking about it.

Rolland quickly wrapped his arms around my neck saying, "please don't cry."

"I won't," I said. "But will you please just give me a chance and tell me
what's going on with you, and don't worry, because I'm not going to yell at
you for it. That's you dad's job." I laughed making the nineteen year old
in front of me laugh also.

"I know its hard to explain, but its fun," he said simply. "I mean I just
have fun doing it, and I don't know what other explanation to give."

"Alright fair enough," I said understanding the teenagers point of
view. "Can you please tell me why you have been getting into so many fights
with your brothers and sisters lately. I mean all of them are worried about
you. Patience even asked about you this morning."

"She did," Rolland asked not really believing it. "Well I don't know, I
just sometimes feel a lot of anger in me."

I nodded fully understanding. Wyatt sometimes had a lot of anger in him so
I couldn't blame Rolland for inheriting it. I mean it was bound to come to
one of the kids some time. "Have you ever thought about doing something
else to let all that anger out," I asked.

"Like how?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Have you ever thought about stopping and
counting to ten or maybe even getting an anger ball and squeezing all the
anger out," I suggested.

"You know I never thought of that," Rolland said. "Thanks Uncle Evans."

"Anytime," I said getting up from the bed. "I'll call you when dinner is
ready, and please be on your best behavior for your nieces and nephews," I
pleaded.

"I will."

Rolland waited till he saw me leave the room completely. Then he waited and
made sure he heard my footsteps walking away from the room, and that's when
he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket that he was suppose to give to
his father, but never did. He searched for one of his friends in his phone
book.

"Hey Allen, what's up," he asked. Allen was one of his friend who was
twenty three. "Yeah, I got suspended again for the same old stuff and I'm
supposedly grounded for a month," Rolland explained to the guy who would
always hear these stories since him and Rolland were best friends. "He
thinks he can stop me from sneaking out. Is there a party anywhere tonight
or are we going to just go to a club," he asked. "Alright so where is the
party at?" he asked and waited for his friend to tell him. He got a pen and
paper and wrote down the address. "Alright see you there," he said as he
hung up the phone.

If Wyatt thought he could keep this teen locked up in his room, he had
another thing coming.



Patty went through the closet upstairs trying to find something suitable to
where. She had sweated out her out her other clothes running from
Josh. Though the man only followed her two blocks down the street, she made
sure she ran as fast as she could to get to the manor. Right now she hated
him so much that she couldn't stand to even look at him. He's nothing but a
dead beat father who abandons the people he claims that he loves, and Patty
isn't going to let him hurt her sons the way he hurt her.

The mother was so deep in looking for some clothes that she did not her the
man shimmer in behind her. It wasn't until she turned around and saw the
form of Josh that she even knew he was there. She was so angry right now
that she could just kill him for shimmering in without permission. This
wasn't his house and he had no right to stalk her.

"What the hell?! I'm getting dressed, what do you want," she asked as she
threw her clothes on the bed.

"We need to talk," Josh said. "Why else do you think I've been chasing
after you and trying to get your attention?"

Patty shook her head. "Why Josh?" she asked.

"What do you mean why," he asked.

"Why did you just get up and leave like that, and leave me here pregnant
with twins to raise by myself," she asked.

"Look I didn't even know you were pregnant or else I wouldn't have left,
alright, but I thought by going to the army I could make a living for us,"
Josh explained to his ex-girlfriend.

"And you never thought to once tell me that you were going to the army or
you never even wrote to me saying that you missed me, and then all of a
sudden you just show up. You know I went over to your house the day after
we had sex to tell you about the kids, but I find out that you have been
dispatched to the army and you didn't even have the decency to tell me
yourself. Your own mother had to tell me that," Patty said getting a lot
out that she's been holding in for quite sometime.

"I'm sorry okay! I never really meant to hurt you. I feel bad enough to
know that I've already missed three years of my son's lives. I feel even
worse that I missed their first steps, first words, first tears, their
first everything," Josh went on.

"Josh just get out!" Patty yelled. "I don't want to even look at you right
now or know that you even exist. The boys and I couldn't be that important
to you, because if we were then you would have never left, so just leave,"
Patty said. "I'm sick of looking at you."

"Well you know what, that's just too bad because I'm not going anywhere,"
Josh said standing his ground. "At least not until we can work something
out."

"Are you kidding me, work what out," I asked.

"The boys," Josh answered. "I want to be apart of their lives," he said
crossing his arms over his chest.

"No way," Patty shook her head. "The twins have been perfectly fine without
you and theres no way in hell that you're going to be in their lives now,"
she said firmly. Josh had a lot of nerve coming up here. First he bust into
her room, without so much as a knock. She could have been getting dressed
for crying out loud and he would have just seen her naked, and now he's
asking to be in her son's lives. How dare he even think that he can be
apart of their lives.

Josh was staring at Patty the whole time she was talking. He almost forgot
how beautiful she was. Right now he wanted to kiss her more than
anything. Soon, he found himself being overtaken by his emotion that he
just pressed his lips against Patty's when she was about to say something
else.

Patty at first tried to push him off of her, but when the darklighter
shoved his tongue in her mouth she couldn't resist. The teenage Halliwell
embraced the kiss by putting her hands on the man's back and letting them
wonder all around. This guy has grown so many muscles from being in the
army.

Josh then pushed Patty down on the bed and quickly got on top of her.



Wanting to do something about Rolland's attitude, I thought I could find
something in the Book of Shadows that might help him out. I know it was
kind of personal gain, but the elders owe us big time. We might have not
been vanquishing demons a lot lately, but we've been protecting innocents
and then making sure that all soon to be whitelighters live to do the good
that they were meant to do so they could earn their wings.

I made it up the attic and opened up the Book, hoping to find a spell that
would help deal with teenagers. I was really having a hard time finding
anything, even though the book was like twice as big as it was before when
we first became charmed ones. I can't believe how many spells Wyatt, Chris,
and I added to the Book of Shadows.

I heard orbs come in right behind me. My first instinct was that they must
be from Wyatt. "I'm fine Wyatt, I'm just trying to find a spell that might
help me figure out what's wrong with Rolland," I said not even looking up.

"That's nice to know," a familiar voice said from behind me.

I knew that voice and it definitely wasn't Wyatt's. I turned around to see
a face that I hadn't seen in so many years. I could hardly believe this
person was standing right here in front of me. Was this a dream? It had to
be, because he couldn't be standing here.

"Daughtry," I muttered.

"Its me," Daughtry said opening his arms. "How about coming and giving your
best friend a hug," he asked.

I quickly ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Part of
me wanted to cry, but I didn't want him to make fun of me. "I can't believe
you're here," I said pulling away. "Look at you, you're a whitelighter," I
pointed out.

"Yeah, you thought you could get rid of me that easily didn't you?" He
joked. "Oh and by the way, I'm yours, Chris, and Wyatt's whitelighter to be
exact," he stated to me.

"What do you mean," I asked. "Wyatt is suppose to be our whitelighter," I
reminded him.

"Well the elders thought that Wyatt might be a little busy seeing as he has
magic school and a big family to handle," Daughtry pointed out.

I was about to say more when I heard the door bell ring. I knew Wyatt
wasn't going to get it, because I could see that he was occupied with the
twins. It had to be our kids at the door, though I'm wondering why they
don't just walk in since this house is partly theirs too.

"I'll be right back," I said and Daughtry nodded. I made my way down the
stairs to the door and opened it, but the face I saw wasn't my kids. He
looked familiar, but I know I haven't seen him anywhere. "Can I help you,"
I asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for this woman," he said handing me a picture. "Have you
seen her," he asked.

I took a look at the picture and was a little scared. The man looked like a
detective and I was hoping he wasn't coming to take her away. "Yes," I
replied. "She's my daughter, Prue," I replied handing him back the picture
and crossing my arms.

"That's impossible," the man replied. "You're far too young to be her
father," the man stated.

I was going to have a hard time explaining this one to him, about how
whitelighters don't age, but why was it any of his business. "Look I know
this looks a little odd, but yes that is my daughter now what do you need
from her," I asked.

"No, she can't be your daughter," he said. "She should be old enough to be
your mother, I mean this picture was taken so many years ago," he said. "I
mean I looked up the file and unless your Victor then you can't be her
father."

"Wait a minute," I said. "You mean to tell me that you're looking for Prue
Halliwell, sister of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige Halliwell," I asked now
understanding it wasn't my daughter he was looking for.

"Yes," he asked.

"What do you want with her," I questioned.

"She's my mother," he stated.



If you don't know Josh Lucas, he's the guy who plays Jake in Sweet Home
Alambama or the coach in that basketball movie Glory Road.

Hey guys, so welcome back to charmed. I'm sorry it took me so long, but
I've been busy with finals. This probably won't be counted as a chapter
since it was only to draw the problems out. I hope you guys enjoyed
it. Please tell me what you think of it so far by emailing me at
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