Ashleigh's Final FanFic

Charmed – The Return of Phoebe's Son.

“A whole month without demons!” Phoebe cried, strolling through the doors of Halliwell Manor. “I can’t believe it!”

“Me either,” Paige commented, following her sister. “I think Henry was going bald worrying about me all the time.”

Piper brought up the rear, carrying her own large shopping bags. “I really wish you hadn't said that Phoebe,” she groaned. “You’re going to jinx us.”

“Yeah right,” said Paige. “Demons are totally scared of us after the fight with the Ultimate Power.”

Piper dropped her shopping bags on the floor and turned to her youngest sister with her hands on her hips. “Paige,” she scolded, “after five years, you should know that when you say something like that, a demon will attack.”

“Oh Piper,” Phoebe said. “Stop being so neurotic.”

“I’m not being neurotic,” Piper retorted, walking to the kitchen.

“Yes you are,” Phoebe called after her. She turned to Paige. “She is, isn’t she?” Paige just shrugged.

As Phoebe and Paige were walking through the stairwell foyer to the kitchen, a cold chill hit Phoebe and she gasped. Her eyelids slammed shut as a super-premonition took over her body.

The Charmed Ones were standing on the rooftop of P3, spread out with a hooded demon in the middle of their triangle. The demon screeched a high pitch wail and shot a bolt of white-blue energy at Paige. Paige attempted to orb the energy away, but her powers were useless against it. Before she could orb away, the energy hit her and she burst into flames, before disintegrating into dust. Phoebe screamed out in anguish and Piper raised her hands to blow the demon up, but a bolt hit her too, and she went up in flames before turning into a pile of ashes. As the last sister standing, Phoebe tried to think of a way to kill he demon herself, but her mind was blank, emptied by her fear. A bolt of energy made its way towards Phoebe and before she knew it, she too went up in flames.

Back in the present, Phoebe was screaming.

“What?” Piper yelled, running from the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

“Demon,” Phoebe gasped. “Book of Shadows, now.”

Paige nodded and grabbed Phoebe around the waist. She helped her sister up the stairs as they rushed to the Book. When they finally made it to the attic, Piper was already there, flicking through the book as fast as she could.

“What did the demon look like, Pheebs?” she asked.

The imprint of the demon was still fresh in Phoebe’s mind, and she was able to recall the attack instantly. “He was wearing black jeans, a grey hooded sweatshirt, and some sneakers. He never took the hood off, and it came low on his face, kind of like The Source’s did.”

Piper paused in her page flicking. “I said the demon, Pheebs, not the innocent.”

“Piper, we are the innocents this time, the demon literally looked like a kid you’d find on the street.” Phoebe walked over to the Book and rifled through the book, searching for the demon. After reading about every single demon in the book, she slammed it shut in frustration. “It’s not in here!”

“Maybe I can help,” a faint voice said.

“Who said that?” Paige asked.

A pink glow surrounded by white orbs seemed to emit from nowhere, and gradually formed into a young woman with black hair.

“Prue?” Piper gasped.

 “I’m only allowed down here until we defeat the demon,” Prue said hastily. “According to the Elders, you’ll need the Power of Four to defeat Simon.”

“Simon?” Piper asked. “Who the heck is Simon?”

“He’s the demon,” Prue explained. “He’s not in the Book because up until three days ago, he had no powers. He was raised as a mortal but he’s descended from a long line of powerful witches and a crazy, evil demon. He’s also not from this dimension.”

“How do you know all this?” Paige demanded suspiciously. She’d never met Prue before, but there was no time for pleasantries. They had to work on saving their lives.

Prue responded to Paige’s question by looking up towards the roof. The sisters immediately understood.

“So why do we need the Power of Four to defeat him?” Piper asked.

Prue shrugged. “He’s powerful, even more so than the Source. He’s like the evil version of the Charmed Ones, but all in one person.”

Paige nodded. “So when does he attack?”

“Tonight,” Phoebe answered grimly, “on the roof of P3.”

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The four sisters had devised a plan, and enlisted the help of Paige’s charge, Billie. Together, they formed a Pentagram. They were trying to recreate the vortex they’d made seven years ago with the four horsemen. Now all they had to do was wait for the demon to enter the middle.

They didn’t have to wait long.

“Now!” Prue yelled as the demon’s smoky form solidified. Billie threw the first potion. Paige threw the next one. Neither one had any effect. Phoebe went to throw the next one until the demon turned towards her and she saw her face mirrored on him.

“Hello, mom,” he sneered.

Phoebe stood there rooted to the spot in shock. Was this the demon child she’d lost years before? It couldn’t be.

“Phoebe, throw it!” Paige yelled.

Phoebe couldn’t throw it. Something inside her was calling out to the demon, something maternal. She wanted to protect him.

“Who shall I kill first?” the demon taunted. “How about…” he turned to the youngest Charmed One “Aunt Paige!” he shot a bolt of energy towards Paige, but she was prepared and had begun to orb before he even finished turning towards her. She managed to escape.

“Ah, don’t waste your time, Paige!” the demon taunted. “I will find you!”

Piper looked at Phoebe. “Throw it, dammit!”

With the threat of losing another sister looming, Phoebe forced herself to ignore her maternal instincts and threw her potion. Piper and Prue quickly followed suit.

A vortex began to open up beneath the demon and he howled. “How could you, mother!” he screamed at Phoebe.

Phoebe watched as her alternate-dimension son was swallowed whole, and sent to the plane of demonic hell. Hopefully he’d stay there for all eternity, but she didn’t count on it.

Prue and Piper walked over to Phoebe. Paige had grabbed Billie and orbed them back to the manor.

“That was too easy,” Piper said. “Did we really vanquish him?”

Prue frowned. “No. If we did, I’d be disappearing, but I'm not.”

Piper looked at Phoebe. “What the hell do we do now?”

Phoebe shook her head. “We wait. One day, he’ll find a way back, and we can vanquish him then. I have to admit though, he really is my son. Mine and Cole’s, that is.”


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FanFiction's that inspired me:
- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8867015/1/The-Harbinger
- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8814267/1/The-Lost-Charmed-One