Darian...updated 7-11!! ~Review please~

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Author: 4th Charmed One

Well, I happened to be obsessed with Phoebe's pregnancy and what would happen if the baby still lived. So this is a story about that. Alow me some artistic liscense with this as it might not be that accurate...post some constructive critisism if you really want to. Darian was born two years before Wyatt.


Flash Fourteen Years into the Future: There are caves in the park of San Fransisco. No one enters these caves because they are filled with silent dangers, cave ins, and unfriendly wildlife. However, out of a cave comes a boy of sixteen. He has dark hair and extremely dark piercing eyes. Eyes that seem to know your soul. There is a glint in those dark dark brown eyes, a glint of unknown power and an inner struggle. Even though this boy is only sixteen years old, he seems much wiser and well beyond his years. He is dressed in jeans and a gray long sleeved shirt. "Hey! Price what are you doing in there?" called a boy of the same age as Darian. Darian looked, it was Andrew. Darian looked away, he was supposed to be on a class trip looking at these caves, but what no one knew was that he spent quite a lot of time in those caves in between foster homes. As in living in them. If anyone knew he once had residence in those caves he would be just more than a little bit embarrassed. But what do I care? Darian thought to himself. "Price your lagging." Andrew called again. The class was quite a ways ahead of him. Darian went to talk to Andrew, but he didn't know why. Its not like he had any friends anyway. Its not like anyone really tried to get to know him. Half the kids just called him "Price" after his boring and annoying foster parents. He doubted they knew his name. He didn't care, at least he just told himself that. If he wanted to, he could just kill them all by thinking about it, or maybe waving his hand. He didn't know, he never tried it yet.
Darian liked to pretend that he was normal. It was a kind of sick and twisted game he had. He liked to watch his pathetic classmates go about there lives unaware that he could end those lives in about .25 seconds. Sometimes though, those annoying classmates would say something that really bothered Darian. His eyes would do this freaky deaky thing were they filled with fire than turned as black as a starless night. Most people thought it was a trick of the light. Darian didn't even know what it was really. He never saw himself do it, only felt it. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest every time his eyes "blackened." He tried to ignore it usually, but do you really think that worked? It didn't help that he would get sad when he was all homicidal. He didn't understand that either

Darian walked faster to catch up to his classmates. He was a sophomore at San Fransisco High School, with no friends, and no girlfriends. It was fine though, he liked it better alone. His teacher, he saw, gave him a reproving glance behind her reading glasses with the attached chain. His teacher, Mrs. Winters, didn't much care for him. In fact, none of his teachers liked him. Darian didn't expect them too. Even though they hated him, such a strong word but rather fitting, he stuck in their minds as a kind of lost soul. "And here, is the largest and most historical cave in the park. This cave has been around for hundreds of years," Mrs. Winters narrated for the bored out of their mind class. Darian gulped and hoped no one would see the pile of ashes and some food rations hidden in the cave in case he needed them. "How strange, it looks like someone has been here recently," Mrs. Winters remarked, pointing at the ashes. @#%$! Darian thought to himself as he felt a blush creep over his face. Andrew looked over at him, "Dude its just a cave." "Thank you captain obvious," Darian snapped back rudely. But it felt good when he saw the surprised look on Andrew's face. Then a wave of disgust at himself passed over Darian. Why did he get this urge to hurt people? Is that natural? Stupid hormones!!! He knew it wasn't hormones. He was well aware of his powers and that they were somehow tied to his parents. Wherever they are. Whatever, he didn't need them. Hey, they left me for a reason didn't they? They obviously didn't want me. Nasty thought ran through his mind as he made up situations of why he was abandoned by his parents. He shook himself out of it and noticed he was lagging behind again. He broke out into a half-hearted jog to catch up.

Halliwell Manor: The manor looks much the same, but some articles have been replaced due to constant demon attacks. The furniture is pretty much the same as it was, only looking a little worse for the wear. Young voices are heard in the background. "Its MINE!" "Get your own Prue!" Two girls squabble over a Barbie, who is not happy being almost torn into two. A fourteen year old boy enters the conservatory and tries to arbitrate this petty household arguement. He suggests a game of monopoly instead. He is Wyatt, the most powerful being alive. Or so he likes to think. The girls and Wyatt settle down, and they are promptly joined by a boy of thirteen/fourteenish. It's Chris. Chris and Wyatt are almost exact opposites. Wyatt has blonde hair and Chris has dark hair. Wyatt is outspoken and Chris is pretty shy. The two girls look in admiration at their favorite cousin Wyatt. Chris sees this and temporarily looks away very hurt. He gets over it in about two seconds though. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige enter. They look the same, but their age is getting noticable. Piper, with her motherly grace and affection, Phoebe with her cool mom-ism, and Paige with her spirit and instinctiveness. "Cookies anyone?" Piper asks handing a plate to her oldest son. "Thank you Aunt Piper." Prue responds graciously. At eight years old she is as rebellious and precocious as her mother Phoebe was at that age. However, around the girl is a touch of sadness. Memory of a lost aunt she was named after. Paige smiles down upon her lovely little lamb of a daughter four year old Hallie. Sun shines down on the conservatory brightening the scene nicely. But several miles away there is Phoebe's lost boy who needs to be found.

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**Darian has been changed to a fourteen year old highschool freshmen.

Back at the caves: "And this concludes our trip to see the famous caves of this historic park," Mrs. Winters finished droning. She looked around at her class and did a headcount. One student was missing, and she knew exactly who it was. Darian Price. What a problem child, poor boy. Shuffled in and out of six foster homes in fourteen years. Never staying long enough in any home to be adopted. He didn't even seem to want to be adopted. The boy was as shiftless as a bum off the street. But with clean clothes. He probably went sneaking off to kill birds and torture small animals. That seems like the kind of thing he would do. I hope I'm not teaching a future serial killer, Mrs. Winters thought to herself. "I hate this place! And i hate these people!" Raged Darian. He stood sitting in one of the smaller caves in a cramped up space trying to be alone. Like he wasn't alone anyway. However, he was still able to hear the thoughts of his stupid teacher. B*tch! She doesn't know anything about me! Come to think of it I don't know anything about me either!! Darian got up and walked slowly out of the cave checking to make sure he wouldn't get caught by his teacher or classmates. All he needed was to hear more whisperings of people's minds saying how weird he was and how scared they were of him. He couldn't control this mind reading stuff, but he found if he concentrated hard enough he could intercept some thoughts. Usually he just picked up random things like he was doing now with Mrs. Winters. He creeped out of the cave and ran as fast as he could to a near-by path. "Darian! Darian Price!! Where are you going!" Mrs. Winters called. Sh*t, she saw me! He ran faster, sprinting down the path and not stopping until he was out of breath. He walked the rest of the way out of the park and ambled over to Bay Shore Social Services, where his social worker Ms. Amber Donolan worked. He walked into the brightly colored office and felt a little bit better. Almost happy, but that was overdoing it a bit. "Hello young man how may I help you?" asked a plump receptionist. "I need to see Ms. Donolan now. It's an emergency." Darian responded. The receptionist, her nametag read Mabel, looked at a piece of paper and said, "Ms. Donolan is on her lunch break. But please sit and wait for her to return, she should be getting back very soon." Darian scowled at Mabel and grabbed a chair and threw himself rather violently in it. He didn't need to try to read Mabel's mind to see that she felt sorry for him. I hate when they do that! I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me, I'm fine. Darian yelled in his mind. He felt a surge of anger. "Oh my gosh! Trashcan fire!" Mabel yelled. She threw the water on her desk at it and it hissed out. Did I do that? Thought Darian? Oh my god what kind of freak am I? Darian waited a full fifteen minutes before Ms. Amber Donolan returned from her lunch break. "Ms. Donolan this boy is here to see you," Mabel said quite unneccesarily. Ms. Amber Donolan had already seen the boy and was in the process of ushering into her private office. She closed the door. "What can I do for you Darian?" she asked. " I need to know who my birthparents are," Darian implored. His face compelling her to do as he said. "I can't say. You know I can't." Amber Donolan responded. "Liar! You don't even know do you?" Darian snarled at her. Ms. Amber Donolan gave a little jump of surprise at the boy's ferocity. "No Darian I don't know. But I will give you the address of a woman who has sucessfully reunited many families before she quit." Amber Donolan replied, feeling sorry for the boy. "Ok I can live with that." Darian said. It was better than nothing. "Her name is Paige Matthews."

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Darian decided to walk to this Paige Matthew's house. It was quite a ways away, but a little exercise never hurt anyone. As he walked the sidewalk, he could feel the stares on his back. He occasionally caught the random thought of someone passing by, nothing about him though. In about 20 minutes, Darian found himself outside a quaint, red Victorian house. He ambled up the stairs, pretending to take his time, but internally he was all tied up in knots. Could this woman be the key to finding my family? Darian thought. He rang the bell and waited for someone to answer. The door opened to reveal a boy his age. The boys eyebrows furrowed a bit and he inquired, "How can I help you?" "Yeah, I'm looking for a Paige Matthews. Does she live here?" Darian asked the boy. "Yeah, let me get her." The boy left, closing the door. Real nice, Darian thought, don't let me in. Shortly after the door re-opened to reveal a red-haired beauty. She took one look at him and gasped. Oh my god! Thought Paige Matthews, this boy looks exactly like Cole!

Darian clearly heard the lady gasp at him. Was something wrong with him? Was he really dirty? Did he smell? "Did I do something wrong?" Darian asked rather childishly. Paige continued to stare at him with her mouth open. Ok this is getting a little bit freaky now, Darian thought. "I'll go," Darian said and he turned to walk away. He was hurt when Paige Matthews didn't stop him. He was half-way down the path when he heard her call out, "What's your name?" He jogged back up the path, eager to talk to Paige, but a little pissed off at her. "Darian Price, Ms. Matthews." He tried to respond politely. Suddenly, he got an extreme urge to kill her. A fire ball flared up in his palm and he struggle to conceal it and not to throw it at her. "What's going on, what are you hiding behind you?" Paige asked. Darian gritted his teeth and strained against himself, or another part of himself, hellbent on throwing a lethal fireball at Paige Matthews. "Nothing!!!" He screamed and ran away. Suddenly afraid he would kill her. He ran down the path and down the street and didn't stop until his muscles rebelled and he collapsed in the Park he was just at earlier that morning. As he lay in the grass, he thought of what just happened. About why he just had that extreme urge to kill Paige Matthews. She never did anything to him, but why did he want to kill her so badly?
Paige shut the door behind the boy. Now that was freaky, she thought. First the kid asks for me, then he runs away. And what the hell was he hiding behind his hand. Maybe it was one of those punk kids that play jokes on neighbors. Then why did he look so much like Cole? Paige turned at went into the conservatory and picked up her daughter Hallie. She hugged the squirming child in her arms until Hallie yelled to be put down. "Mommy your hurting me!!" Hallie yelled. Paige put her child down with a kiss and went off to find Piper. Paige didn't need to look far, Piper was in the kitchen working on an extra potion. Just because it was 14 years since Wyatt was born, didn't mean that the demon load was any less. True, it was a lot less than it was back in the day. But demons are still demons, and they still came around.

"Piper, you heard the door ring right?" Paige inquired, not knowing how to start off the conversation about the strange boy. "Yeah, and Wyatt got it, but it was for you. Where is this heading?" Piper asked quizzically. "Well, it was the strangest thing. That boy at the door, looked a lot like Cole. Like father son look alike kind of thing." Piper gave Paige a look. "Paige, this boy couldn't possibly be any relation to Cole. Cole's dead. He's been dead for over 13 years now, you know that." "Yes of course I know, but this boy looked like he was Wyatt's age." Piper had a quick intake of breathe and she gained her composure quickly. "Impossible, like I said, Cole wasn't a father 14 years ago. There was no one carrying his baby." Paige's eyes widened tremendously after Piper said that. She gasped and put her hand over her heart. "Oh my god! No it can't possibly be!! Piper!!!!" "What Paige what?" Piper looked at her sister, then the thought dawned on her. "Oh my god Paige, Phoebe was pregnant 14 years ago!"

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"Phoebe!! Phoebe!!" Piper called to upstairs, where her sister was typing her book peacefully. There was no response from upstairs. "Phoebe, get your @ss down here! NOW!" Piper yelled again. "Alright, alright I'm coming. Jeez Piper," Phoebe responded and she descended the stairs, laptop in hand. Piper turned to go into the living room with her two sisters, and realized that her two sons and neices were standing around watching the scene play out. "Wyatt hunny, take your brother and cousins in a different room please." Piper told her son. Wyatt promptly herded an unwilling Prue, Chris, and Hallie out of the room.

"Ok Phoebe, did you hear the door ring?" Paige asked. "Um, yeah, what about it?" Phoebe responded, her eyebrows furrowing a little. "Well, how do I put this exactly, it was Cole!" Paige came right out and said. Phoebe's eyes widened in shock. "Cole! You can't be serious, Cole's been dead for over 14 years Paige." Phoebe explained, feeling a little dizzy. "Don't you think I know that?" Paige retorted, getting a little fed up with her sister. "Paige, where exactly are you going with this?" Phoebe asked, also getting a little annoyed. "Well, I didn't exactly see Cole, but I saw a kid that looked exactly like him, if that helps." Paige sighed, thinking how much she detested her deceased ex-brother-in-law. "How is that possible, Cole and I didn't have any children. As far as I know Cole didn't have children with anyone. He wasn't with anyone except me." Phoebe responded in a confused manner. "Hey Pheebs, do you remember being pregnant with Cole's baby?" Piper interjected. "Oh yeah, you mean Baby Lucifer? Yeah I remember that. What about it?" Phoebe smiled at the name she called the fetus from hell basically. "Um, let's just say Baby Lucifer is back." Paige said.

Darian lay rooted to the ground in the park, breathing in the scent of the grass. His heart was pounding and his senses were on overdrive. Great, just great, he thought, I'm a homicidal pyscho. He lay as still as death until an old man came up to him. "Young man, are you alright?" The man approached Darian and tapped him with his cane. As quick as lightning, Darian flipped over and stood up. "Young man, are you ok? Are you sick?" The man as concerned. "GO AWAY!" Darian roared in a loud unearthly voice. Something in his eyes made the old man back away in terror. Darian clutched his heart, he knew his eyes had flamed over black. What he didn't know was that they still showed the inner flames in Darian himself. That was the first time his eyes have ever done that in public. He looked at the old man, and the man screamed. "Get away from me!" The old man yelled and held out his cane for protection. Unable to stop himself, Darian laughed at the old man. "Do you really think your flimsy wooden stick is going to stop me?" Darian asked, his voice full of malice. Before he knew what was happening, he had disappeared in fire and re-appeared behind the man. "Boo!" Darian whispered in the old man's ears. "Arghhh!!!" The old man yelled, and took off as fast as he could. Darian laughed as he watched the pathetic old man stumble away. A fire ball popped up in his hand,and he was tempted to throw it after the man and incinerate him.

All of a sudden, Darian was hit with a terrible pain. A pain that no one could possibly imagine. He screamed a terrible scream and clawed at his heart and held his pounding head in his hands.

The night was cold and rainy. Darian sat up, his head still lightly throbbing. Rain beat down on his face and he was soaked through. He started shivering and made his way to one of the caves to spend the night. Was that all a dream? Darian thought? It was terrible, but felt so real.

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Across town, Phoebe Halliwell sat up with a start, covered in sweat. It was only a dream Phoebe, only a dream. In her dream, Phoebe saw a boy no younger than Wyatt's age. So much killing and death. Was that a dream or a premonition? Phoebe got out of the bed, shakily, and wandered downstairs to make herself some tea. She poured the steaming tea into a cup and sat down at the table, cup between her hands poised at her lips. She stared out in silence worn out by fatigue and the nightmare. She took a sip, still thinking about who the boy was that could possibly kill so many innocent people. Her eyes widened in realization, and the cup fell to the floor with a clatter, spilling the contents all over.

Cole! The boy looked exactly like him! Phoebe gasped in shock to herself. My son! He wouldn't, he couldn't! Phoebe's mind swirled as she tried to process the information. I can't let him kill all those people! Phoebe bolted upstairs, trying to recollect the fading images of her dream/premonition. She banged hard on Piper's door and heard rustling coming from inside the room. Piper opened the door bleary eyed and snapped at Phoebe.

"Do you have a clue what time it is?" Phoebe didn't respond but grabbed Piper and rushed to Paige's door, doing the same thing. Paige emerged and Phoebe rushed them all to the attic.

"Phoebe, its four o'clock in the morning!" Paige complained. But Phoebe gave her a look and Paige quieted down immediately.

"I had a dream you guys." Phoebe solemnly looked at the two.

"We all have dreams Phoebe, that's what we do when we sleep." Piper rolled her eyes and yawned.

"This was more of a premonition than a dream. In it I saw a boy, his eyes aflame. And he was killing. God there was so much killing." She shivered momentarily recollecting her dream. "And it was the boy, my son with Cole. It had to have been. He looked exactly like Cole." Phoebe shook all over.

"Phoebe, Oh god I'm so sorry." Piper said running over to comfort her. "We can't let him kill all those people."

"I know, I know," Phoebe said miserably. "But I don't know what to do. I don't want to have to kill him. When I was carrying him, I remember I loved him so much. And he wasn't even born yet. Then the Seer stole him away." A tear slid down Phoebe's face.

"Yes I remember hunny. But don't you remember that the baby was pure evil? Without a soul. Destined for only evil?" Paige reminded her.

Phoebe responded resolutely. "Maybe there's hope. I won't give up on him like I did on his father. I won't make the same mistake twice, I can't."

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Darian groaned awake. He opened his eyes and quickly shut the when he found himself staring into a slice of bright sunlight filtering into the cave. His whole body felt stiff from lying on the ground all night. Darian heaved himself up carefully, avoiding bashing his head on the roof of the small cave. He stepped out into the sunlight and blinked. Birds chirped annoyingly overhead. Darian was tempted to try out a fireball on one of them.

Darian looked down at himself. He was covered in dirt and his pants had ripped on the knee. Just wonderful he thought, and then his mind shifted to his foster parents. They are probably freaking out by now, calling the police and all that. He sighed thinking he would have to go home and how he could possibly explain all of this. Or maybe, I could try Paige Matthew’s house again. Are you kidding! And kill her? I can see it now. Darian said to himself. Hi kid, he remembered the boy who opened the door, sorry that I killed your mom, I couldn’t help myself. Darian kicked the ground and started along the path out of the park. What other choice do I have? I’ll just go back there.

After a half an hour of the slowest walking he had ever done, Darian looked back up at the red Victorian house he had run from just yesterday. Here goes nothing, he said quietly. He walked up the path and rang the doorbell.

"Coming!” Said a female voice inside the house. The door opened and Darian stared at the face of a woman that had haunted his already haunted dreams.

Phoebe Halliwell gasped as she flung the door open. Her mouth dropped open and she was completely speechless.

“Hey! You’re the lady from my dreams!” Darian remarked, his eyebrows pulling together in surprise and a little big of shock. Phoebe gulped and just starred at the boy. Darian heard footsteps behind the woman.

“Phoebe who is it?” Piper Halliwell asked. She joined Phoebe at the door and unlike her sister quickly pulled Darian in the house and closed the door.

“Who are you?” Darian asked. A little afraid of the two women, but unable to tear his eyes from Phoebe.

“I think you should sit down," Piper said.

Before Darian could protest, he was pulled inside the house by the woman with the long brown hair. He found himself in a cosy living room that looked like it was filled with precious antiques. Oddly enough, Darian did not feel the urge to kill those two woman. The woman with the long brown hair sat down across from him, as did the other woman. Darian blushed deeply. I can't believe I told her I dream about her. She probably thinks I'm some kind of stalker.

The woman with the long brown hair smiled down at him. "I'm Piper Halliwell." She motioned to the woman next to her, "and this is Phoebe Halliwell my sister. Can I ask you your name?"

"Darian Price." He responded obediently, unable to look up at the two, but instead focusing on an extremely interesting piece of the carpet.

"So Darian, what brings you to our door today?" Piper asked brightly. Almost too brightly. Either that woman is on some major drugs, or that's just the way she is. Darian inwardly laughed.

"Well, I was here yesterday." Darian announced. One of Piper's eyebrows rasied ever so slightly. "I wanted to see Ms. Paige Matthews about helping me find my birth parents. I was adopted and never met them."

Phoebe Halliwell leaned back heavily into the sofa. She looked as if she had seen a ghost, she was that pale. Her hands were a little shaky.

"I see. Why do you think Paige Matthews could help you?" Piper asked, noticing her sister's condition, but not reacting.

"I've heard she's helped other people before. I wanted her to help me." Darian found it very easy to open up to Piper Halliwell. Never before in his life had he volunteered so much information so quickly.

"I see. Why don't you tell me what you know about you birth parents and maybe I can help you." Piper responded.

Phoebe jumped off the sofa and went over to a little shelf in the room. Her fingers grazed an object and she turned back and looked at Piper and Darian, deep in conversation. She picked up the object on the shelf and went back over to the two. Piper was giving her a "what are you doing?!" look.

"Do you recognize this man?" Phoebe asked Darian as she handed him the picture. Her fingertips just barely touched his, but she was hit by a premonition full force. She woke from the premonition on the floor, looking up at Darian and Piper.

"Phoebe! Oh my god are you ok?" Piper asked concerned. Darian just looked fearfully at the woman. Did I make her faint? He thought.

"I'm fine. Really. Can I talk to you in the kitchen Piper?" Phoebe gingerly picked herself up off the carpet. "Now." She ordered when she saw Piper hadn't moved. The two went into the kitchen.

"What is it Phoebe?" Piper said, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear nervously.

"I had a premonition." Began Phoebe.

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Piper's face twisted with curiousity and fear. "A premonition about what Pheebs?"

Phoebe gave her sister an 'are you kidding me' look. "A premonition about the boy. I have never had a premonition like that before." She leaned against the kitchen counter and looked down at the floor, chewing her lip.

"Well then spit it out! Don't keep me waiting like this." Piper tried to be playful, but failed when Phoebe didn't look up or smile.

"Well it's complicated. First I saw how the boy was even born. I was back in the cage with both of you, and the Seer had risen off the floor and exploded. Suddenly I was flashed foward to a random house and a woman was with her husband painting a nursery. The woman was only about five months pregnant if that. I saw the baby, my baby, go into the woman's womb undetected. It actually killed the other baby inside the woman and lived in the woman like a parasite until the woman couldn't control the baby anymore and she died. I saw this happen five times until Darian was born. The woman who gave birth to him died also, but the doctors assumed it was his mother." Phoebe tried to explain, knowing she probably sounded like a raving lunatic.

Piper tried to absorb all the information. She looked seriously at Phoebe, "So you're saying that Darian basically 'womb-hopped' until his host died and he could be born?" Piper visably shuddered at the thought and a wave of digust washed over her.

"Yes," Phoebe said miserably. She walked over to the table and sat down resting her head in her hands. She rested like that for about a minute then looked up miserably at her sister. "What does this mean Piper?

Piper sighed and shook her head. "I don't have a clue, but I think we should go back out there and talk to Darian before we come to any extreme conclusions."

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Darian watched Phoebe Halliwell and Piper Halliwell go into the kitchen. Probably talking about me, he thought viciously. He sighed and dug deeper into the plush couch in the Halliwell living room.

His hand grazed a cold metal surface and he gasped slightly, surprised. He looked over at the picture frame he had put aside and laughed at himself. Don't be such a baby, it's a picture Darian; he told himself. He picked up the frame and stared at the man in the picture. His stomach did a back flip as he stared mesmerized by what he saw.

"Is that me?" He wondered aloud, his hands grazed the picture of Cole Turner, before he was vanquished. Cole Turner and the boy could have easily passed as twins if there wasn't an at least twenty-five year age gap between them. Darian was so caught up in the picture that he didnt' hear Phoebe and Piper walk back in the room. He looked up, or pratically jumped out of his seat when the two women sat down across from him.

"Who is this?" Darian asked breathlessly.

"Well, we think that it might be your father." Phoebe explained carefully.

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A/N: My finals are over in a couple of days!! I can almost taste the freedom and regular updates!

Darian inwardly gulped. He took his top lip into his mouth and chewed on it, flinching when he bit too hard. He sucked in his lip, and tasted the slight saltiness of his blood. Darian looked up at the girls, unable to say anything. The trio took turns looking at each other, the silence in the room palpable and as heavy a bag of stones.

“So, um, who is he then? My father I mean?” Darian asked as he shifted uncomfortably. He looked at Piper Halliwell, disliking the look of pity on her face.

Phoebe knew it was inevitable for Darian to question what had happened to Cole, but somehow she found it extremely difficult for her to answer. Instead of answering, Phoebe stared in space.

“Um Phoebe, Darian wants to know about Cole.” Piper nudged Phoebe. Phoebe shook her head quickly and gave Darian a sad half-smile.

“Well, Cole, god it’s been forever since I talked about him. He loved me so much. He tried to kill me once you know. Well actually more than once, but that doesn’t matter.” Phoebe told Darian, randomly talking about Cole, not knowing what she was really saying. Her eyes misted up.

“Phoebe! What are you saying. Don’t tell the boy about you know what!” Piper hissed to Phoebe, referring to their powers.

“Do you think I could meet him maybe?” Darian inquired. Upon learning that Cole had tried to kill Phoebe he was suddenly interested. He noticed that Piper and Phoebe exchanged dark glances. Uh oh, not good. Darian thought. He’s probably in prison or something, for murder.

“Oh what the hell Piper, we might as well come out with it now! You know I can’t keep things from people.” Phoebe burst out. She leaned into Darian conspiratorially. “Darian, I don’t know really how to put this except bluntly. Do you have powers?”<br>
Darian almost jumped a mile when Phoebe asked her question. How could she possibly know? “Powers?” Darian asked innocently, hoping to avoid answering the question. He shifted his eyes from Piper to Phoebe, all thoughts of his father flew out of his head.

Phoebe rolled her eyes. Her emboldened attitude shocked Piper. Where was the meek Phoebe from two seconds ago afraid to meet the boy’s glance? “Don’t play stupid Darian, I know that you do. You see you got your gifts from your father, and me.”<br>
“You? So you must be…”

“Your mother.”<br>
Darian blinked and looked away from Phoebe. He needed time to process all this information, but he craved to know more. However, Phoebe was teetering on the verge of either hopelessness or elation. She needed to know the boy’s powers. She needed to know if there was hope for him.

“So you have powers?” Darian asked curiously. He wanted to see his mother’s powers. Phoebe smiled.

“Yes I do, and so does Piper and the rest of the family. Your cousins and your Aunt Paige. Maybe you have powers like them?” Phoebe pressed, trying to gently extract the information from Darian she was hoping to learn.

“Really? Then maybe they can help me! I’m having trouble controlling my fireballs. They seem to pop up at the worst time.” Darian responded, getting excited. Finally! I might have some help. Or at least someone who understands me.

“F-fireballs?” Phoebe asked, looking crushed.

“Yeah, doesn’t one of you have that power?” Darian asked, confused. He looked at his mother puzzled; she looks close to tears, not happy that she had found me. Darian’s face darkened. Maybe she doesn’t want me. This was a mistake coming here. Darian pushed himself as far away from Phoebe as he could get. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but his feelings were hurt by what he assumed was her rejection of him.

“Can’t say anyone here has that.” Piper responded, looking rather nervous. Great, now how are we going to explain to the kid that he might be evil?

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Darian shrugged, the look on his face still dark. "So what kinds of powers do you people have then?" He asked, emphasizing 'you people'.

Piper looked uncomfortable as ever. She loved her younger sister, but knew Phoebe probably wouldn't have the heart to tell her forgotten child that he spawned from evil. Once again the heavy stuff is on my shoulders, Piper sighed. Piper also wasn't fond of telling people about her gifts, even fourteen years later.

"Well..." Phoebe started warily. "Your Aunt Piper over there, she can stop time, blow things up, and sort of rearrange things." Phoebe glanced at her son, confusion registered on his face.

"Rearrange things?" Darian asked curiously.

Piper rolled her eyes at Phoebe's bad attempt of an explanation. "Like this." She threw up her hands in the general direction of the coffee table infront of Darian. The coffee table instantaneously shifted into a big wooden desk.

"Woah!" Darian said, trying to hide the fact that he was truely impressed.

"You see Darian, I can rearrange the molecules of one thing and turn it into another, within reason of course." Piper explained carefully.

Darian nodded his understanding, and looked piercingly at his mother. "What can you do?"

"Well I have visions of the future and sometimes the past, I can levitate, and I'm an empath. An empath can feel other's emotions and channel their powers sometimes." Phoebe's eyes glittered. "I can tell you're upset Darian. And I know we need to talk more about all of this. I want you to meet your little half-sister Prue."

"No, I don't want to talk about it or meet some annoying little kid." Darian said resolutely. Phoebe looked crushed. Piper observed the scene and placed a comforting hand on Phoebe's shoulder.

"He's upset right now, just let him be." Piper whispered to Phoebe wisely. "So, Darian, now that you know what we can do. What about you?" Piper inquired, trying to be as cheerful as possible.

"I don't know really," Darian answered honestly. "Sometimes fireballs appear in my hand out of nowhere, especially when I get mad. I also appear places sometimes, it's weird." Darian shivered slightly. He remembered tormenting the old man in the park and felt guilty.

They were interrupted, by the door swinging open and clattering loudly against the wall.

"Honey, I'm home!" Paige Matthews joked as she entered the Halliwell manor with all the pomp of a circus performer. Clutching groceries in one arm and little Hallie in the other, Paige made her way into the kitchen without noticing Darian.

However, Darian noticed Ms. Matthews. As soon as he heard her voice he jumped up from the couch like he was poked with something hot.

"Is something wrong?" Phoebe asked concerned, as she saw her son's face contort into a grimace.

"No, no, nothing. But I gotta go." Darian said quickly, fighting the urge to run into the kitchen and throw one of his deadly fireballs at Paige Matthews and her little daughter.

"Wait! Where will you go?" Piper asked as the two oldest Halliwell's jumped up.

"I live with a foster family." Darian responded and without looking back ran out of the Halliwell manor.