Three Charmed Men

[Patrick]

The world is in danger and it's only hope are The Charmed Three, a trio of men chosen by destiny to fight the good fight. The Power of Three are the most powerful force of good in the world for their unique powers when combined. They consist of an angel, a demon, and a mortal. Together, these three men defy the odds at every turn and save the world on a weekly basis. These men are The Charmed Three.

(Sort of a role-reversal idea where the men of charmed are the main heroes and the sisters are the innocents to be saved.)

The Charmed Three

Leo Wyatt
"The Angel"
Unlike other whitelighters, Leo has no charges and is blessed with offensive orb capabilities. He has used his offensive powers to go after darklighters and warlocks and was eventually chosen to become one part of the Charmed Three. He used to be aimless in life, using beings of evil as endless target practice. But since becoming apart of the Charmed Three, Leo has found his true purpose in life and is more fulfilled as a person...he also works better in teams as being alone was very bad for his personal morale. Because of the collective, he also has the power to cast spells, craft potions, and scry.

Cole Turner
"The Demon"
A half-demon with a soul, very unique to the Underworld, which made him stand out. It wasn't until he fell in love with a witch named Penny Halliwell that he began to change his ways more towards good. Then, a demon wiped out Penny and her entire family which sent Cole on a demon-killing rampage to avenge his love. After killing so many demons, he was then chosen to become apart of The Charmed Three. Because of the collective, he also has the power to cast spells, craft potions, and scry.

Darryl Morris
"The Mortal"
Darryl was, and still is, a detective for the SF police department. The best detective actually, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, and tactical combat. Because of his pure soul and fight against evil, he was chosen to complete the Power of Three and given additional capabilities as long as he is apart of the Po3, which include, enhanced intuition and human instinct, reflexes, and the ability to wield magical artifacts that a demon or angel cannot. Because of the collective, he also has the power to cast spells, craft potions, and scry.

Prologue

Two demonic bodyguards dragged an old man across the stone floor and deposited him at the foot of a very large and ornate throne. The person occupying the throne looked down below at the pitiful old man's face and leaned closer to both get a better look and give him a tantalizing grin. "Why hello there, Tempus."

Tempus stayed on his knees and instantly positioned himself in a bow, touching his forehead to the cold stone floor. The demonic bodyguards walked away. Tempus said without looking up, "My liege. How may I be of service?"

His liege, or more commonly known as, The Source, sat up straight and replied in an even tone. "Belthazor and his little band of do-gooders need to be taken care of."

Tempus' eyes went wide as he snapped his head upward. "Bu- they are far too powerful for me. Belthazor alone has the power to destroy me if I get close enough for him to sense me."

"I know that, fool," The Source snapped impatiently. "Which is why you are going to send the Charmed Three into the past. Send them to a time where Belthazor will be weakened by love. A time where his precious witch was alive, right before I kill them all, of course. "

Tempus smiled at his master's genius plan. "Belthazor is the strongest of the three," he remarked, thinking of the possibilities. "But what of the witch he loved? She will be alive and so will her family. Will they not be an obstacle?"

The Source sighed. "No, you fool. The witch he loved was nothing but an old hag before she died. As for her granddaughters, their powers were bound and never awaken. We can take out the Halliwell witch, her three granddaughters, and The Charmed Three altogether. I just need you to send Belthazor and his two companions to the right time and I shall take care of the rest."

Tempus bowed again. "Yes, my liege. It would be my honor!"


To Be Continued....

[Patrick]

Part One

"DARRYL, DUCK!"

Darryl Morris ducked in time to Leo's warning just as a fireball whizzed over his head and exploded on the brick wall of the alley they had tracked the demon to.

The demon in question turned to Leo angrily and threw a fireball towards the whitelighter next.

Leo saw it coming though. He flicked his wrist just in time, causing a flurry of orbs to materialize out of nowhere and redirect the fireball back towards the demon. The fireball hit the demon, sending him flying backwards into the air.

Cole was waiting for him. Just as the demon was descending back towards the ground, Cole morphed into Belthazor and shot his clawed hand in the air, catching the demon's back on his talons and throwing it on the ground infront of him. "The power of three will set us free," Belthazor recited in his raspy demonic voice.

"The power of three will set us free," Leo echoed, walking closer to stand next to Cole/Belthazor.

"The power of three will set us free," Darryl recited back, popping up on the other side of Cole as the three men recited one more time together.

"The power of three will set us free!"

The demon screamed as it was engulfed in flames and vanquished.

"WoooH!" Darryl exclaimed as he high-fived Leo. "Got 'em! What was that? Our second upper-level demon today?"

Cole morphed back into his human form and nodded. "Someone wants us dead. And I'm willing to bet it's the Source."

Darryl curbed his enthusiasm and said more seriously, "What are we going to do?"

"First, we have to figure out what faction these demons are apart of," it was Leo who said this. "Else we're going to just keep fighting them off."

"Let's head home," Cole said. "We should know enough to identify them in the Book of Shadows now."







Back at the manor, Cole, Leo, and Darryl stood over the Book of Shadows. A magical book of spells and potions left to him after the death of his love, Penny Halliwell. Cole also ended up getting her house, the manor on Prescott Street. After their deaths, the manor was going to be bought by the bank and then sold to whomever. Cole wouldn't let that happen. He bought it himself to preserve Penny's memory and eventually move in Leo and Darryl so they could fight evil more efficiently.

"Here," Leo said, pointing to a page that Cole was almost about to turn past. Cole hated when he did that. "Sorry," Leo apologized, hearing Cole's frustrated sigh.

Cole shook his head. "It's fine. YOu're right, anyway, this is definitely them," he peered closer at the page. "Nox guardians. A demonic faction of upper-level demons controlled by the Source himself."

Darryl read the rest. "Nox guardians are infamous for their ruthlessness and eagerness to take on the most difficult of killing contracts."

Leo raised an eyebrow. "I guess that means us."

"Only we kicked those nox guardians' asses," Darryl said. "Looks like the Source just lost...again." Darryl started laughing.

Suddenly, a large portal formed in the middle of the attic. Darryl stopped laughing immediately.

"You were saying?" Leo said sarcastically, just before the three of them started to slide across the floor towards the sucking portal.

Cole yelled, "Hold on to something!"

Leo and Darryl both grabbed either side of Cole's legs, as he was the only one able to fight the vortex's vacuum.

"Not me!" Cole yelled over the blowing wind. But it didn't matter. No matter how strong he was, even the portal sucked him towards it eventually, bringing Leo and Darryl with him through the vortex...and to another time.


To Be Continued....

[Patrick]

Part Two

Leo, Darryl, and Cole are thrust violently onto the hard floor of the manor attic.

A grunt from Cole, "That never gets old." He stood up first leaving Leo and Darryl to gather their wits as he began surveying the room. "We're still in the house," his eyes moved about the room taking in the way the furniture was arranged, the smell of lavender and rosemary incense in the air. He'd been here before. "Just in another time."

"What!?" Leo shrieked, standing up along with Darryl who had raised his own eyebrows in a questioning expression.

"Well, sh- shouldn't we get outta here?" Darryl readily offered. "Before we run into anyone from the past!" This was Darryl's first time traveling time but he pretty much knew the rules from Leo's and Cole's experiences alone.

"We should be fine in here for now," Cole pointed towards the closed door leading out of the attic. "That door was always magically sealed. No one can get through."

The attic door suddenly burst open as an angry Penny Halliwell marched into the room holding up her hands with pointed fingers aimed at the men.

"Except for her, apparently," Darryl muttered.

"Cole?" She stopped and placed a hand on her heart in admiration. A smile. She began to walk towards him. "What are you do-" she stopped as she realized something was off. "You're not Cole." A sense of danger crept into her voice.

"Penny," Cole started towards her with his hands raised in a non-threatening manner. "Listen to me." However, before he could finish talking, a nox guardian shimmered into the attic between them and launched itself into attack.

"Leo!" Cole yelled, ducking the demon's blows as it threw clawed punches at him.

"On it," Leo replied, waving his hands back and forth in a water-like motion as orbs appeared around the demon. Leo then clasped his hands in fists as the orbs moved to form a binding cage around the demon. It couldn't move. "I. Can't. Hold it!" He struggled to hold the orb cage as his face reddened.

Penny turned behind her and grabbed a vanquishing potion vial from the shelf on the wall and raised her arm to throw it at the demon's feet. The demon broke free of Leo's orbs and shot a fireball directly towards Penny's chest. The older witch went flying back from the force of the hit and landed against the attic wall, slumping down into a limp form, the potion vial rolling out of her hand.

"NOOOO!" Cole thrust his hands out sending a barrage of energy balls at the nox guardian. Each energy ball only got stronger and stronger until finally the demon caught flame and was vanquished in a display of sparks, smoke, and flame. Nox guardians were strong upper-level demons and required the Power of Three to vanquish as far as they knew. Seeing Cole vanquish one by himself set Leo and Darryl on edge. Darryl had a thought as to why but he would shelve it for later.

"Oh my god," it was a young female's voice.

The three men turned towards the entrance to the attic to see two women staring at them.

"Grams!" One of the women screamed in pain as she ran towards her grandmother. The girl was young and had long brunette hair, Piper. Her older sister, Prue, scrambled in after her.

"What the HELL have you done!" Prue screamed at Cole. She forgot about Cole and turned back to Piper, kneeling, holding back the tear that was trying to come out. "Piper, go call the paramedics...and the cops. Go. Go!" She urged her wailing sister.

Piper got up and reluctantly ran out of the attic down the stairs towards the phone.

"This is bad," Leo whispered to Darryl. "She wasn't supposed to die like this."

Prue gathered herself and said to Cole without looking at him. "What the hell was that?" She sniffled and then looked up at Cole, face dry of tears, eyes of fire, face of steel. She was pissed and the fact that she had no idea what was going on was pissing her off more. This was not going good for them right now.

Cole, still panting from his exertion of power, replied in between breathes. "Let's take care of your grandmother first. Then I'll explain everything."


*


As Grams was wheeled away on the stretcher outside, Piper, now joined with her younger sister, Phoebe sobbed and saw the officials away.

Inside, the three boys all sat on the couch side by side, a pacing Prue in front of them. Prue paced some more, eyeing the men every so now and often, while her brain tried to wrap around what she saw. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Piper and Phoebe came in from the front door and joined them in the living room.

"What was that?" Prue asked right away.

"A demon," Cole told her.

"I'm sorry, what?" Phoebe asked, half laughing, half crying. "A demon? You're seriously going to sit there and tell us a demon killed our grams?" Anger was creeping into Phoebe's voice now as she choked back tears.

Cole stood up. Prue backed away in defense.

"Cole." Leo warned his friend.

"No," Cole told him. "We don't have time for this. Prue, Piper, Phoebe, you're grandmother was a witch. A real life witch and there are real life demons with real powers out there. Now, they won't stop until we're all dead and that means you three as well since, technically, you were supposed to die with your grams."

"Cole!" Leo and Darryl both shouted in unison.

"Oh hell, it's already all screwed up," Cole said with a dismissive wave gesture.

"Okay, listen up." Darryl stood up and straightened out the bottom of his shirt, the way he did every time before he was about to get down to business. "Cole's right. Demons are real and more are coming. We need to protect the house, defend from the inside, giving us home advantage. Leo, I think I saw some crystals up in the attic. Cole, if the Source is behind these attacks, we have to vanquish him here and now."

Cole laughed. "What makes you think we can."

"Because," Darryl said. "If i'm right, you and Leo are twice as strong here. You tapped into the Belthazor in this time's powers earlier. Maybe Leo can do it too and we might be strong enough to actually vanquish him."

Leo nodded, as did Cole.

"But wouldn't you be more powerful too?" Piper asked meekly, surprisingly listening and understanding this whole time.

Darryl said, "I'm actually kind of mortal. My abilities are more like..." he looked around trying to come up with a quick demonstration. "Ah," he pointed towards the living room windows which were half-drawn closed. "I can tell that car parked out front is almost empty on gas based off the angle and position; as if the driver were aware of preserving every rev of gas. That and I can be conduit for magical objects and weapons."

"Cool,"Phoebe inserted.

Prue angrily turned towards Phoebe. "The whole tank, Phoebe! You know what, not today." She held her head in pain, suddenly forming a growing migraine.

"I'll, uh, get the crystals," Leo interrupted, making his way to the attic.

"Ergh," Piper awkwardly moved out of the way, unsure of what to do with herself while a stranger rummaged around in their house. "I'll help," she followed Leo up the stairs giving Prue a "what the hell are we doing" look.

"I'll start up some vanquishing potions while you secure the perimeter," Cole said half-mockingly as he walked past "Sargent Darryl" and headed towards the kitchen. He stopped and turned back. "Where does your grams keep her herbs nowadays?"

Prue piped up and walked towards him, leading him into the kitchen. "I'll show you," she said it defensively.

Phoebe and Darryl stood in the living room now, looking at eachother.

"We were supposed to die today?" Phoebe asked.

Darryl clicked his tongue and straightened out the bottom of his shirt again. "Not if we can help it."




To Be Continued....

[Patrick]

Part Three

Leo entered the attic and with a quick gaze, found the basket of crystals that Darryl had seen earlier. The basket itself was expertly hidden underneath a table cloth on a shelf against the back wall. How Darryl always managed to spot the smallest details always managed to elude the angel, yet it was just one thing about the mortal that made him an even bigger asset than anyone would give him credit for. Leo walked over to retrieve them.

Piper took a little bit more time to enter the attic. Her posture slumping, head down, eyeing the spot where her and her sister had just found their murdered grandmother. Leo, now holding the basket, turned and stopped when he saw Piper standing there, in shock, maybe. Leo sighed, placing the basket down on the nearby altar table, and walked to stand beside her. She was sobbing again.

"From what I heard, she was a good woman. An even greater witch," Leo offered, hoping it would ease her pain.

Piper stopped crying momentarily to look up at the stranger, searching his eyes for something to hold onto, something that would give her a moment of sanity and peace. She had found it. Her eyes stopped producing tears, however, the waterworks that had already plastered her face remained in shimmery view. "Can't you bring her back?"

It broke Leo's heart to hear that. He replied, "I wish I could. I do. But there are some things that magic can't fix."

Piper seemed to have been processing what he said, when she sniffled and turned away from the spot of death, fixating her gaze on the crystal basket instead. "And the same thing will happen to Phoebe and Prue?" She asked the question, yet she didn't wait for Leo to answer, as she already knew what it would be. She wiped her face of tears and cleared her throat. "How can I help?"

Leo smiled at her encouragingly and pressed on her shoulder to reassure her. "No more death today, I promise." He meant it. "You can help me charge these crystals, it's pretty easy. Maybe it will get your mind off of things. Come on, I'll show you how." He guided Piper towards the altar table where they would begin charging the crystals, one by one, using candle magic.


*

Down in the kitchen, a very pissed off Prue watched a very annoyed Cole measure out dry herbs and grind leaves. The demon kept warily glancing up at his hawk-like observer with unease. For a big and powerful demon, he sure was feeling a lot small under the woman's leer.

He had to break the silence. "It's not my fault, you know. I loved her just as much as you did," he explained as he carefully scraped the contents of the mortar and pestle into a boiling pot of water.

Prue, arms crossed, made a huffing sound. "Let me get this straight. Grams was killed by a demon. And what are you?"

Cole looked up, surprised. "I'm a demon. But a good one," he nodded.

"Hmmph," Prue continued, arms still crossed, "So you, a demon, magically appear in our locked attic and all of a sudden, another demon kills my grams? How in the hell is that not your fault, Cole?! And why are you even back? I thought you two broke up years ago! And what was all that back there about us dying with her? Because if you think for a second that I'm going to let you anywhere near my sister after this..."

Cole had to bite his lip. He'd forgotten how headstrong Prue could be. He sighed, stopped working on the potion and stood erect to better answer Prue's question, or questions for that matter. "I'm from the future. Where I've spent the last few years of my life on a demon killing rampage trying to avenge your grams' death as well as the death of you and your sisters. I am not the same Cole Turner you know in this time....I've changed." He went back to working on the potion as he continued talking. "We were sent here, probably by The Source, so he could finish us all off at once, I'm guessing. At least...that's what I would have done if I were him."

Prue raised an eyebrow.

Cole started to separate mandrake stems from the leaves as he said, "The point is: we now have a problem." He gathered the mandrake root stems and bagged them neatly in a Ziploc, while he took the leaves and added them to the mortar and pestle. He began crushing them. "In the future, you all die. I get heart broken, take over your grams' legacy and save a lot of people's lives. You three girls have to die today in order for history to stay in tact."

Prue laughed. "I'd like to see you try."

It was now Cole's turn to laugh. "I think you misunderstand me. You aren't supposed to exist right now. At least, not in my timeline."


"We might have an answer to that!"

Darryl said as he strode into the kitchen at the moment, followed by Phoebe.

"Phoebe here was just telling me that she'd spent some time up in New York. She had a whole life there and had to put it on pause after a bad break-up. Maybe after we vanquish the Source, we can relocate the girls safely to New York to start new lives. The belthazor in this time will never know the difference. History remains safe."

Cole thought about it. "I don't know. It's a bit..."

"Crazy?" Prue offered. "We can't just up and abandon our lives."

"No, Prue," Phoebe said. "YOU can't just up and abandon your life. Our Grams just died. Demons are real and after us. Don't you see the danger here?"

"I don't have time for this," Prue said, finally uncrossing her arms and making her way towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Phoebe asked.

"I need air....and aspirin," and with that, Prue walked out the back door wit her car keys in hand.

"She'll be back," Phoebe assured.

"How are we coming along with the potion?" Darryl asked.

"Almost done," Cole responded. "The house secure?"

Darryl nodded. "Just waiting for Leo to get done placing the crystals and we're all set."

"Where is Leo, by the way?" Cole asked. "He should've been done by-"

A loud crash came from the attic.

Cole, Darryl, and Phoebe all shared worried looks before they simultaneously rushed out of the kitchen to the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.




To Be Continued....

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One more chapter to go until the end! Sorry for the delay in writing. I really loved this idea of the Charmed Men though and had to finish it.

[Patrick]

Final
Part Four

Prue was outside, just about to get into her car, when she also heard the loud crash from inside the house. She looked up towards the attic window to see bright lights flashing through the stained glass. Panicking, she ran back into the house, grabbing one of Grams' old walking sticks as a weapon on her way up to the attic, and burst through the attic door. What she saw was too much to process that she simply just stood there like a dummy before even reacting.

Piper was on the ground with a hole through her chest, a hysteric Phoebe crying over her now dead body. Leo was unconscious on the floor a few feet away. And two nox guardians were in full combat with both Cole and Darryl. Cole would throw an energy ball while Darryl tucked, rolled, and came up with a whirling roundhouse kick or uppercut jab, only to repeat the whole physical routine again.

"Piper!" Prue finally came out of her daze and ran forward. Only she would have, but a stray fireball hit her on the side, no doubt from a nox guardian, sending her flying towards the attic wall and landing on a giant dollhouse. It broke underneath her weight, the wooden piece jabbing into her body painfully.

Phoebe stood up from kneeling over Piper's body to go to her other sister's.

"Get down!" Cole yelled towards the girl. Things were getting out of hand. Piper was dead. Leo was unconscious. Prue was out of commission, hopefully just unconscious and not dead. Phoebe was going to get herself killed as well if she didn't get out of that attic, and both Cole and Darryl were starting to tire from fighting these guys for so long.

"We got to do something," Darryl yelled while ducking a nox guardian's blow. He side stepped and spun around quickly to give his next jab more momentum. His fist collided with the demon and sent it towards the ground. "And fast."

"Phoebe!" Cole said, while throwing energy balls at the nox guardian he was fighting. "The book of shadows in that trunk over there. Go to it and find the time travel spell! It should be near the back-" he had to stop talking to dive for cover as the nox guardian he was fighting had sent a rather large fireball his way.

"What!?" Phoebe shrieked. "Spell? AHHH" Phoebe also ducked as the nox guardian turned it's attention to Phoebe and shot a fireball towards the girl.

"Hey! Over here!" Cole taunted the demon as he recovered and charged the nox guardian. He yelled as he wrestled. "Just do it. You should have your powers now that- Nevermind. Just do it! Quick. Trust me."

Pheobe nodded, and ran to the trunk, sliding across the attic floor on her knees. She popped open the trunk, took out the largest book inside and started flipping towards the back. The sounds of Darryl and Cole fighting, the fear of being hit by a fireball at any minute, and her dead sisters within eyesight all acted as the world's greatest motivation. She found the spell Cole was talking about within seconds.

"What now?" Pheobe asked.

"Read it!" Cole shouted back, getting hit in the stomach by the demon's punch. "Out loud. Now," he grunted.

And so she did.

"Cosmos spin
As stars collide,
Drawing from
The dawn of time.
Take us now
From here, this place,
Take us now
Through time and space."

The attic began to twist and whirl and spin as if someone was spinning the manor around and around. Before they knew it, only Phoebe, Darryl, and Cole stood in an empty dark cave.

"What happened?" Phoebe said, looking for her sisters. "Where's Prue? Where did those demons go?"

"The spell worked," Cole said. "Magic responds to your will. When you were casting the spell, you willed it to only carry us and not the demons....not the bodies of your sisters, which was a smart move."

"Smart move?" Phoebe shrieked. "My sisters could be dead right now!"

"We can fix it," Darryl said, tugging at Cole's shirt arm. "Look."

Both Phoebe and Cole turned to see a giant hourglass. Sparkling sand was pouring inside.

"Tempus' hourglass," Cole said, amazed.

The three walked towards it.

"Let's use it to bring my sisters back." Phoebe offered.

"We can't," it was Cole who said it. "Only the demon Tempus can use it. But the fact that the spell brought us here, says it will work...if that's what you willed when you were casting it, which I figured you would."

"I can use it," Darryl said suddenly. "I'm a mortal conduit, remember. Magical artifacts are like neutral territory when it comes to me."

Cole thought about it. "I don't know. We're talking about time, itself. You've never handled an artifact this powerful before. You sure you up to it."

Phoebe answered for him. "Yes, he is. You can do it, Darryl. I trust in you."

Darryl nodded. "In case this doesn't work, I just want to say there is no one else I'd rather be stuck in a tragic time pocket with."

Cole slapped the other man's shoulder in a brotherly manner and said, "Likewise. Now flip the damned thing before The Source realizes what we're up to."

"Roger that," Darryl exhaled, pulled the bottom of his shirt down and rubbed his hands together. "Here goes nothing."

He reached up and grabbed the hourglass. It's magic vibrated through his body like electric pulses. It felt amazing, yet overwhelming. "Whoa!" He remarked. He closed his eyes, focused, and felt the magic for a while. After a second or two, he knew exactly when to flip the turner. Eyes still closed, he whispered, "Three....two...." he flipped the hourglass.

Everything went white.


*


"Taxi!" Phoebe yelled as she stood on the curb of a busy New York metropolitan street. A yellow cab pulled up right away as the girl got in. "Fourth and Wells, please."

The taxi driver nodded and took her to the address she'd given him.

Upon arrival, Phoebe paid the man and walked inside a large brownstone house. Inside, both of her sisters were waiting for her in the living room along with the Charmed Three. After Darryl had flipped Tempus' hourglass, everything had returned to the moment after Grams' death. The Charmed Three fought off the nox guardians and discreetly relocated the girls to New York. Piper and Prue wanted nothing to do with being a witch, seeing that their powers had become unbound after Penny's death. So, after a long talk, the three boys stripped them of their powers. Phoebe, however, decided to keep hers.

"You sure you want to keep your powers?" Leo asked Phoebe as she walked in. "If you're not careful, it could draw attention and endanger you and your sisters."

Phoebe smiled as she plopped down on the couch next to Piper, who fondly played with her little sisters hair. Phoebe laid back against Piper's shoulder. "I'm sure. This premonition thing is kinda cool. Besides, without any active powers, I doubt I'll rank high on demonic radar."

Darryl nodded. "Right. Well, we have to get going. We do still have a Source to vanquish."

"Indeed we do," Cole replied. "You girls sure you alright?"

"We're good," Prue said. "Now go." She said it bluntly, but it was a hint of affection behind it.


After the three men left the brownstone, they returned to the manor's attic and recited the time travel spell once more to go forth into their own time again.


The three stood in the attic, only it was their attic again.

"Phew," Darryl sighed and plopped down a lounge chair. "So glad to be home."

"Remember, the Source just tried to kill us via time travel. He won't be happy that he failed," Cole said.

"Oh, relax," Leo said. "Let's just enjoy the moment for now. We can worry about the Source later."

"That power boost though!" Darryl exclaimed towards Cole. "You gonna miss it?"

Cole made a face. "Yeah. That would have really helped us against the Source."

Darryl said, "I wonder how the girls are coming along now that it's technically been a few years since we saw them."

"Actually, it's only been an hour for us," Leo corrected him.

"You know what I mean," Darryl shot back.

Leo giggled. "Don't worry. I'm going to be keeping a close eye on Phoebe to make sure she stays undetected from the underworld. Her sisters should have nothing to worry about.....You alright, Cole?"

Cole had somehow managed to wander off towards the attic window and look out reverently.

"We came pretty close to dying back there," he started. "I got a taste of what my powers could be like if I was stronger and it saved our lives. We have to step our game up. No more playing it safe."

"What are you saying?" Leo asked, brow furrowing.

"We keep fighting. Find every demon and warlock out there and vanquish them. Make an even bigger name for ourselves. The demon, the angel, the mortal....we will show the world who The Charmed Three really are and vanquishing the Source will only be the beginning for us."

"Here, here," Darryl shouted triumphantly, holding up an imaginary glass.

"Now THAT," Leo said, "Sounds like hell of a plan."



The end...

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Okay, and there it is. My little idea. This is not a series, btw, just a short what-if scenario. Thought I'd add in the girls fora little bit of fun and let Phoebe keep her powers in New York still living with her sisters, as it seemed very fitting and spin-offish without taking attention from the boys. I rather enjoyed writing this and hope you guys too.