Out Of The Ashes

[alchemystik32]

(Rated PG-13 for language. Ratings may change at a later date. Enjoy!)

Out Of The Ashes

An Overview

*~ Fire is known as the Great Purifier, although to almost everybody, the heat and flames brings nothing but sorrow and destruction.

However...

Some creatures can conquer the flames, harness its powers...be reborn.

This is the story of one such person, the man who loved her and the ex-demon who showed them that nothing is impossible as long as there is love...

Together, they fought one thought to be immortal, and brought hope to a nightmare world. They proved once again that Magic is all around, and all we
Have to do is Believe...~*

*****

My name is Chris Perry, Christopher Perry Halliwell to be exact. I'm the son of an Elder named Leo Wyatt, and one of the most powerful forces of good that ever walked this planet. Yep, you guessed it...Mom was the Charmed One named Piper, and Phoebe and Paige were my Aunts. What? You've never heard of the Charmed Ones?! What rock did you crawl out from under? I suppose you never heard of Wyatt, either? Yeah, that Wyatt. The Wyatt who controls your every move, whose twisted vision of Utopia is to have regular " Cleansings "...vanquishing magical creatures by way of incineration?

Damn straight you know whom I'm talking about. What it's to me? Oh, nothing much...he's just my big brother.

You heard right. The omnipotent being ruling our lives under the guise The Chosen One? Used to be plain old Wyatt Matthew Halliwell..ok, never plain. The Heir to Magic, the Golden Child, one of the most powerful witches ever born, who's coming was foretold for a millennium by Seers both Light & Dark...is it any wonder he turned into a maniacal megalomaniac? Talk about having a lot to live up to!

The year is 2026, the place San Francisco. If you've ever visited the City By The Bay, I'm afraid you'll find it a bit changed nowadays. Wyatt's Death Squad...demons with the ability to detect and track witches...lurk around every corner. In addition, Wyatt ventures forth from the attic of the old Halliwell Mansion now and then, to inspect the ruins of his latest cleansings...and to search for me.

My brother and I used to be close. Ok, we fought like normal brothers, but we we're tight. We loved each other, and would've died for each other. Unfortunately, Wyatt remembers that die part all too well these days. You see, we have this bond. A telepathic bond. We can hear each other's thoughts, speak using only our minds. Even now, when we are on opposite sides, we keep in touch. I’m just a hell of a lot more careful about my thoughts these days. Wyatt hates and fears all magical creatures that are not under his power. I’m no where near being in Wyatt’s league when it comes to powers, but I’m no lightweight, either. Wyatt may hate me a little and fear me a little more, but I taught him to respect MY powers a long time ago. Don’t get me wrong, given the right set of circumstances, Wyatt would take me out without even hesitating...I just choose to make it as freakin’ hard on him as I possibly can.

I’m alone in the world now. Mom and my aunts are gone, some say they were vanquished, some say captured. All I know for sure is I’ve been without them for ten years, and my Dad is as close to useless as you can get. The great Elder, helping the world but ignoring his own offspring. What a guy.

Actually, I’m not completely alone. Mom and my aunts had a cop friend named Darryl Morris, and we’ve banded together and bonded over the years. Darryl lost his family, and nearly his own life in a Cleansing, so Wyatt has another enemy to add to his list.

Finally, my greatest strength comes from someone who my Aunt Paige vanquished many years ago...my Aunt Phoebe’s ex-husband, Cole Turner. Yeah, I know he was trouble then, but since he resurfaced about five years ago, he’s been a big help to me. He has some new powers, but a different outlook on life than he did as the great mercenary demon, Belthazor. He’s calm and cool, always tranquil and in control. He’s taught me a lot, and has been there for me when I needed someone that understands our way of life. The way of Magic.

There’s been another “ Cleansing “, but this one is different. This time...

Someone survived.

I need to get to this person before Wyatt knows about him or her, because in order to have made it this far that guy or gal is probably magical...and there aren’t too many of us left these days.

How and why Wyatt went bad isn’t really the issue here. What is the issue is that he’s become a Demi-God...Judge, Jury & Executioner. He has to be stopped, no matter what it takes.

No matter what the cost. Everyone says I‘m just the guy who can do it, the guy to rid our world of this evil.

The only problem? The evil has a name...and a place in my heart.


*Charmed Is Owned By Spelling Productions/W.B. I own only the characters created for this specific story.*

[alchemystik32]

Out Of The Ashes

Chapter One: Survival Of The Fittest

*****

Chris glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the street. So far so good, he mused to himself as he waved a hand in front of the weather-beaten door of an old, tumbled down cottage, and felt the force field release. Slipping through the door and resetting the security with another hand wave, Chris sighed, and turned to greet the only other occupant of the room; a middle-aged black man in a wheelchair.

“ Don’t give me that look. “ Darryl Morris said, propelling himself forward with his good hand, “ You know you’re late. “<br>
Chris grinned; his blue eyes alight with warmth. “ I was careful. “<br>
“ Uh huh. “ Darryl answered skeptically, watching as Chris unloaded the worn backpack. A cold chicken, some canned vegetables, a loaf of stale bread...they were luckier than many of the residents of the run down neighborhood they called home. They had food on their table and a roof, albeit a leaking one, over their heads. Many of their neighbors were going hungry tonight, and bedding down under trees.

Chris avoided the brown eyes watching him with love and concern, and looked around the small room. It wasn’t much, but it was home. One medium size room, with a closet converted into a bathroom in the back. A blanket on a clothesline separated the “ kitchen “from the rest of the room. Kitchen, Chris thought wryly. A tiny beat-up ice box, a microwave that was useless most of the time, as Wyatt controlled his subjects’ utilities, turning power on and off as either a reward or a punishment. An electric hotplate and a small assortment of mismatched cutlery on a broken shelf...luxuries, indeed.

In the main area of the room, an old hospital bed Chris had rescued from the trash and refurbished served as Darryl’s resting place, while Chris made due with a torn and stained sofa. A few scarred pressed wood tables, some books, hurricane lanterns, and a radio completed the décor. Although shabby and second-hand, all the items were clean and well-tended; Both Darryl and Chris refused to allow poverty to gain the upper hand.

“ Hey. “<br>
Chris jumped, startled, as Darryl spoke. Turning around, he saw that the older man had managed to cut up the chicken and tear chunks of bread off the loaf, placing them on a worn plate that also held sliced cheese and a few withered pieces of fruit.

“ Whatever is racing through that brain can wait until the body has some fuel in it. “ Darryl said, the twinkle in his eye belying the sternness in his voice. Chris nodded, and then noticed the pain in Darryl’s face. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a crumpled envelope, and pushed it a crossed the table.

“ Was able to get you some pain pills today. “ Chris said, putting some food on a paper towel and sliding it towards Darryl’s good hand. “<br>
Darryl nodded, a look of relief and sorrow flitting over his face. “ I appreciate it. Sometimes, the pain gets so bad, but then I think of Shelia and the boys...and the pain seems like a small price to pay compared to...”<br>
Darryl’s voice trailed off as Chris touched his shoulder; for Chris, more than anyone else, knew what had happened...

At first, no one took the random fires seriously. After all, buildings burned down every day in a city the size of San Fran, and the deaths, though tragic, weren’t totally unexpected. It wasn’t until Inspector Darryl Morris began to suspect that something a bit more sinister than coincidence was behind the fatal fires. Darryl’s long association with the Charmed Ones had given him an edge; things weren’t always as they seemed on the surface, and dark forces were always at work. The Sisters had taught him well.

Wyatt was at first puzzled and then enraged by “Uncle” Darryl’s pointed questions. Since his sixteenth year, this kind man had looked out for him and his little brother, Chris. At first, Wyatt had felt fear, for he cared about Darryl...as much as it was possible for someone of his introspective and cold nature to feel affection. He was grateful for the guidance and affection, but Uncle Darryl didn’t understand his way of life. The magic way, the burden being The Chosen One had bestowed on him. The world was his to protect and to save; even if it meant the extermination of his own kind.

Darryl’s denouncement of Wyatt’s “Cleansings”, and his threat to expose the truth, prompted the cataclysmic events that followed. Darryl’s attempts to save his trapped family were futile, and the incident left him with life-changing injuries, and a mission; protect Chris from his older brother...and thwart Wyatt’s ambitions whenever possible.

Both men were startled out of their musings by a flash of light in the center of the dim room. As it died away, a tall, handsome figure of a man, dressed in shabby jeans and a scuffed leather jacket stood there, a somber look on his face.

“Cole!” Darryl exclaimed, and then squeezed the hand that reached down to clasp his.

“ How’s it going here? “ Cole Turner asked. Before Darryl could answer, Chris sucked in a breath as a feeling of dizziness swept over him. Instantly, Cole was at his side, dropping a reassuring hand on Chris’s shoulder

“Easy. “ Cole said, softly, “ He’s just reacting to my appearance. Don’t let him catch you with your defenses down, remember what I told you. “<br>
Chris nodded, concentrating, and in a moment looked up. “ He’s gone. “<br>
Cole nodded and smiled, “Good job, you’re learning. “

Chris smiled back, “ I’m trying. What’s up? Why the visit? “<br>
Cole came and went with no set schedule, but he always seemed to sense when they needed something. Today, though, Chris partial empathic powers were tingling; Cole knew something, but was hesitant to broach the subject. It had to do with Wyatt, Chris was sure of it. Although Cole despised Wyatt’s motives and means of controlling the populace, he was aware of Chris’s feelings for his brother, and was always careful what he said about him.

Cole sighed, “Another Cleansing is scheduled for tonight. Apparently, Wyatt found a small coven next to Bay Park. “<br>
Chris closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly. He had felt the suppressed excitement emanating from Wyatt’s mind today, but hadn’t guessed the cause.

“ What can we do? “ Chris asked.

Cole looked at him steadily, his eyes both fierce and sad...

“ We wait. “<br>
*****

Across town, the old Halliwell mansion was a sorry sight, indeed. The once proud painted lady was in a sad state of disrepair; the hedges were overgrown, windows were broken. The siding was cracked, and an air of forlorn neglect hung over it. It appeared deserted, except for the flickering light that shone through the dirty attic windows.

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell sat alone in the gloom of the attic; his hand caressing the tattered pages of the fabled Book of Shadows. His eyes were closed, his thoughts drifting. The Death Squad had been dispatched, and soon another Cleansing would take place; but this one felt different. This one didn’t feel good or right.

“ Chris...” Wyatt whispered in his mind, and felt the answering nudge of his brother’s thoughts...

Chris: “ Why, Wyatt? Why are you doing this? “<br>
Wyatt: “ You know why. For you. For us. So that we can be safe and together. “<br>
Chris: “ That’s bull and you know it! We’re witches, too, Wyatt! “<br>
Wyatt: “ They threaten me, they want my powers. They want to control me. “<br>
Chris: “ No, Wyatt. The Avatars are gone, you beat them. Remember? No one wants to control you or use you. Not now. Stop the killing...bring peace back to our world. “<br>
Wyatt: “ I can’t. Not while there is still rogue magic around. “<br>
Chris: “ You are blessed with the greatest powers ever known, Wyatt. You were given them to do good, not to kill people like us. “<br>
Wyatt: “ You don’t understand. “<br>
Chris: “ No, I don’t. I never will. “<br>
Wyatt: “ If you give me the demon...surrender him, I may consider what you say. “<br>
Chris: “ If you want Cole Turner, come and get him, Wyatt. It’ll be the last mistake you ever make. And don’t lie to me. You won’t stop, no matter what I say or do. “<br>
Wyatt: “ You don’t love me. “<br>
Chris: “ I love you, Brother. I don’t love what you’re doing or who you’ve become, but I have never stopped loving you. I never will. “<br>
Wyatt: “ Join me. “<br>
Chris: “ Never. “<br>
Wyatt: “ Then I will fight you... to the end. “<br>
Chris: “ So be it. “<br>
Wyatt: “ So be it...NO! “<br>
Chris gasped, fighting Cole’s hands.

“ Just relax! You’re ok...what happened? “<br>
Chris shook his head, trying to calm his breathing, “ I don’t know. The usual crap, and then he yelled and cut off the bond. Something happened. “<br>
Cole nodded, “ Stay here. “<br>
In a flash, Chris was on his feet, “ No, let me go with you! “<br>
Cole shook his head, “ Stay here with Darryl...”<br>
“ But! “<br>
Cole glared at Chris, a hint of menace still lurking in the dark blue eyes. This was Belthazor, Cole’s demon half, submerged, but never truly gone. Although Cole walked the path of good, Chris knew that when provoked or threatened the ex-demon could still be a formidable foe. Chris had learned that Cole was totally committed to his safety and well-fare but expected obedience and hard work from Chris in return for his protection and tutelage.

“ Stay here. I’ll be right back. “<br>
Chris slumped back down onto the sofa, and then glanced over at Darryl. The mention of a Cleansing was always painful to the older man. Sure enough, the tension was evident in Darryl’s face, but before Chris could say anything, Cole had shimmered back into the room.

“ Well? “ Chris demanded, his anxiety heightened by the look of suppressed excitement on Cole’s face.

“ Another cleansing, but this one was different. “<br>
Chris curled his hands into fists, “ Different? How? “<br>
Cole smiled briefly, then beckoned to Chris; “ We have a survivor. Let’s go. “

[alchemystik32]

( This Is The 2nd Half Of Chapter One, As It Exceeded 10,000 characters )

*****


The trauma ward at the old Bay General Hospital was packed to overflowing. The overworked doctors and nurses did their best with their meager supplies of drugs and equipment, but the sounds of suffering and grief echoed around the huge area.

Cole and Chris shimmered into a darkened corner, where the bodies of those who had died in the latest cleansing waited silently.

Chris grimaced, a feeling a rage and sorrow filling him. This was Wyatt’s fault. All the pain and loss, the deprivation and poverty; all they experienced in this twisted Utopia...all Wyatt’s fault.

A strong, sympathetic hand descended upon his shoulder, and Chris felt some of the rages lessen.

“ Listen to me. “ Cole said softly and urgently, “ I know what you’re feeling and you’ve got to let it go. Anger, fear and hate brought us to the place we’re at now, but it won’t cure the problem. We need to stick together, fight your brother with the only real weapons we have. “<br>
“ What? “ Chris asked, dully, his eyes roaming over the chaos in front of him.

“ Unity. Understanding. Hope and love. All the positive forces of the light side. That’s what it takes to banish the darkness, Chris; Believe me, I know. “<br>
Chris nodded, responding to the urgency and pain in Cole’s voice. Of course he knew, he’d been there himself. Chris had heard about the dark days from his Mother and Aunts, about the evil side of Cole Turner. While Chris believed the stories, it was hard to reconcile them with the caring and intelligent man who had stood by his side for the past five years.

Chris was jerked out of his memories by Cole’s hand tugging his coat sleeve.

“ Over there, the last gurney. They figure she’s going to die so they drugged her up and put her out of the way. Let’s go. “<br>
“ And do what? “ Chris asked, puzzled, “ What are we going to do with a dying woman? “<br>
Cole smile slightly, but didn’t answer, much to Chris’s annoyance.

“ You know something. “ Chris hissed at him.

“ Maybe. “ Cole answered; that infuriating smile still in place.

“ Asshole. “ Chris whispered, disgusted when an amused Cole refused rise to the bait as he picked his way cautiously towards the white bandaged figure on the stretcher.

“ Hush up, Junior. “ Cole whispered back, and then stopped to look over his shoulder. “ Damn it! Death Squad! “<br>
Chris looked towards the door, and then hit the floor with a thud as Cole pulled him out of the path of a fireball which narrowly missed his head.

Cole recovered quickly, winging a jet of fire at the closest demon that went down heavily.

“ Take her and go! “ Cole yelled, aiming at another demon, “ I’ll meet you! “<br>
Chris hesitated, unwilling to leave his mentor in the middle of a battle. Looking down, all he saw was white bandage covering what could have been a corpse. Just as he was about to ignore Cole’s command, a small hand grasped his and a choked whisper reached his ears.

“ Please...”<br>
Lifting the prone figure into his arms, he orbed away a second before a fireball demolished the gurney the girl had been laying on...

*****

Darryl looked up as Chris orbed into the room, gently laying the injured girl on the sofa.

“ Call your Father. “ Darryl instructed him in a firm voice that brooked no disobedience.

Chris nodded, still holding the slender hand in his; “ Dad! C’mon, I know you can hear me! “<br>
A sparkle of white lights heralded the arrival of the Elder, Leo Wyatt...

“ Blessed Be. “<br>
“ Cut the bull! “ Chris snapped at his father, “ We need your help. “<br>
The bandaged girl reacted wildly to Leo appearance, twisting away from his hand and moaning.

“ Be at peace, little one. “ Leo soothed, but the girl evaded his healing hand, finally throwing herself onto the soiled rug.

“ No! “ She gasped weakly, “ Fire! Please!! “<br>
Leo froze, an expression of surprise and then comprehension dawning on his face. Turning to Darryl he said, “Remember that bag of aromatic wood I gave you a few years ago? Did you keep it? “<br>
Darryl nodded, “ Yeah, I remember. It’s in the box with the paper towels in the kitchen.

Leo gestured towards Chris, who fetched the bag and watching in fascination as Leo began removing the stained bandages. Soon, however, the girl’s pain penetrated his awareness, and he found himself wincing as the bandages stuck to the burned areas of her body. Finally, Leo gave up and placed the pieces of wood around her on the floor. Stepping back, he looked up at his son. “ Get me matches, please. And, hurry...she’s dying. “<br>
“ What?! You’re going to kill her?! No way, man! “ Chris yelled, lunging towards the man who sired him, but to whom he felt no real connection.

“ Chris! “ Cole yelled as he shimmered into the room; “ Do as he says! Hurry! “<br>
Chris had become accustom to obeying Cole’s instructions without question. That obedience had saved his life more than once, and he reached into his jeans pocket, removing a book of matches.

Leo inclined his head gravely, “Stand back.“ He warned as he struck the match and ignited the wood.

“No!” Chris yelled, trying to reach the burning figure on the rug, but Cole restrained him.

“ Watch...and learn. “<br>
A sound could be heard over the crackling of the wood, faint at first, then growing in volume. A song without words, beautiful beyond belief reached into Chris’s mind and calmed him. Looking around, he saw that Darryl, Cole, and even his father were mesmerized by the haunting sound...

When all that remained on the carpet was a pile of white ash, Leo looked up.

“ Do you remember the story I told you when you were little? About the magic place where dragons roamed free and mythical beings lived in peace? “<br>
Chris nodded, watching the ashes begin to glitter then move, as if a breath was stirring within them.

Leo continued, “ I told you how fire could be both friend and foe to some creatures. Remember? “<br>
“ Yes. “ Chris said still watching as the ashes moved upwards in a column, still glittering; the song though faint still stirred his senses.

“ You are watching something that few ever get to see. “ Leo intoned as the ashes whirled away, leaving the naked, fully healed figure of a girl standing before them.

Chris felt his jaw dropped. No burns marred the alabaster skin on the girl’s beautiful body. She couldn’t be more than 18 or 19 years old, he reasoned to himself. Her hair curled around her face, and flowed down her back almost to her waist, the rich, reddish gold color gleaming in the faint light. She took a deep breath, and her lids slowly lifted, revealing eyes the color of the finest topaz.

He felt his heart leap within his chest. She was so beautiful, yet she seemed to embody peace and tranquility. This isn’t a human; he whispered to himself...this is an angel....

Leo grabbed a sheet from the sofa and wrapped it around the girl. He smiled encouragingly, for she was nervous. Taking her hand, he turned towards his stunned son and said.

“ You’re correct, Chris, this isn’t a human. This is a Phoenix. “<br>
Looking down at the small face he smiled, “ Welcome, young one. You are safe and among friends. What are you called? “<br>
“ Cassandra. “ She whispered.

Darryl and Cole smiled, welcoming her, but Chris only stared. Until a voice whispered in his head...

“ You may have her now, Chris...but she will be mine. Believe it. “<br>

[brittania]

Great story! I can't wait until the update!
Bullnuts--heh.
BTW, Chris' eyes are green, like his daddy's. We had a debate about that and Fuller answered the question in a chat.

[brittania]

Bumping this because I think it's a great story everyone should read.
Bum..bump...

[alchemystik32]

*~ Out Of The Ashes ~*


Chapter Two: Tempered By The Flames

By: Alchemystik32



Chris jumped as a sharp elbow caught him in the ribs. " Mind your manners. " Cole said in a low voice; " Say hello. "

Chris swallowed, but before he could say anything, Cassandra turned back to Leo; " I need to correct you, Honored One, I am indeed human, too. Well, part human; my mother was a Phoenix, but my father was a...a man. Just a human man. "

That isn't what she was going to say, Chris said to himself. She's hiding something...

Chris cleared his throat, and extended a hand towards the girl; " I'm Chris. It's nice to meet you. "

Cassandra blushed, and touched Chris's hand with her own, " Nice to meet you, too. Thank you for rescuing me. "

" Oh..um..no problem, " Chris stammered, much to the amusement of the older men. Leo noticed the girl shivering, and gestured to Chris; " Could you find something for her to wear? I think she's cold. "

" Sure. " Chris answered, gladly making his escape. The tension between Cole and his father was increasing, and Chris was hoping to stave off a confrontation between the two. Digging through an old box, he suddenly pitched forward on the floor, his head exploding in a mass of bright lights and pain...


*****

In the attic of the Halliwell Manor, the commander of the Death Squad waited nervously as his liege lord destroyed a few old boxes in a fit of temper.

“ Of all the magical creatures for him to possess, a Phoenix?! How can I ever hope to reach him, make him see the error of his ways if he’s surrounded by magical influences?! “<br>
The commander opened his mouth to answer, then quickly moved out of the way as an ancient trunk exploded right in front of him.

“ Perhaps he will bargain with you, Lord. “ The man said in a subdued tone. Wyatt stopped his pacing to fix the commander with a piercing look, his strong hands flexing, menacingly.

“ My brother does not bargain. He doesn’t listen, he doesn’t SEE! He’s a Halliwell, and there are no beings more stubborn than a Halliwell. No, with my useless Father murmuring esoteric new age crap in one side, and that interfering demon muttering on the other side, I haven’t a chance in hell of getting him on my side. “<br>
The commander cleared his throat, “ Perhaps the Phoenix can be brought around to the darker side? “<br>
Wyatt shook his head, impatiently, “ Read your history, man. The Phoenix are peaceful and neutral, unless....”<br>
Wyatt’s voice died out as he stared off into space. His rage was cooling as logic and calculative thought took over.

“ The Phoenix are incredibly magical, fierce fighters, astounding healers...they have one small flaw, though. “<br>
“Sir? “<br>
“ They will fight to the death if the tribe is threatened. They are extremely protective of their offspring, and they mate for life. “<br>
Wyatt turned around impatiently as the commander struggled to see where his leader’s thoughts were going.

“ You imbecile! Have I taught you nothing?! They LOVE, Commander! They love to such an extreme that they would rather face death then fail to protect one that is beloved. All we do is wait. My brother is virile and handsome; she seems to have affected him already. We let nature take its course, and I can show Chris just how much he needs to join with me. It’s foolproof! Oh, and...You’re fired. Literally. “<br>
Before the commander could react, a casually summoned fireball had extinguished his life.

“ I’m surrounded by idiots! “ Wyatt moaned out loud, finally flinging himself down on an old chaise lounge. Willing himself to be calm, he allowed his thoughts to drift...finally his fevered brain began to cool, and he slipped into sleep.

*****

“ C’mon Chris, wake up. “<br>
Chris moaned, trying to turn away from the hand lightly slapping his cheek. Cole chuckled, and shook his shoulder, “ The longer you resist, the harder I hit; you know that. C’mon, Wyatt’s asleep, you’re free for awhile. “<br>
Chris opened his eyes, looking up into the sea colored eyes of Cole Turner; sometimes green, sometimes blue...just like mine, Chris thought, as strong hands helped him to his feet. Darryl watched with concern, while Leo seemed detached as always. The girl, Cassandra, now clad in a pair of jeans he had outgrown 5 years ago, and a sweatshirt the color of a flea that he had never worn, looked on in interest.

“ I’m ok. “ Chris assured everyone, “ Wyatt was just upset. He’s not used to losing; it tends to make him a bit cranky. “<br>
Cole and Darryl laughed at Chris’s feeble attempt at humor, but Cassandra looked puzzled. Unfortunately, before Chris could explain, his father broke in with a lecture Chris had heard a thousand times before...

“ If you would only listen to me and the other Elders, you could be free of his evil influence! “<br>
“ Evil influence?! “ Darryl began in a heated fashion, only to subside as Cole pressed his shoulder.

Chris sighed, and shook a lock of silky brown hair out of his eyes, “ Dad, do we need to do this now? “

Leo compressed his lips into a thin, unsmiling line; “ As a fully trained whitelighter, you can ward off these intrusions; yet you prefer to play games with him. “<br>
“ I’m not playing anything! “ Chris snapped, then sucked in his breath as Cole unleashed his righteous anger on Leo.

“ You smug bastard! You dare stand here and presume to lecture Chris on duty, conduct and responsibility?! Where the hell have you been for the past 5 years? Don’t give me the Elder bull, either, because we both know better! You left these boys to their fate, and you need to face the consequences of your neglect! Why aren’t you trying to reach Wyatt? Why is it up to Chris?! “<br>
“ You know as well as I do! “ Leo spat back, “ You know I can’t interfere unless their lives are in danger! “<br>
“Right! “ Cole growled, his nostrils flaring, “You’ve always followed the rules, haven’t you, Leo?”<br>
Leo face flushed a dull red, but before he could answer, Darryl joined in, and the argument gained even more heat.

“ Can we not do this?! “ Chris yelled, but his voice was drowned out by the shout and anger rising around him.

Suddenly, a trill of unearthly beauty filled the room. Voices died out as a feeling of calm serenity come over everyone.

“ What was THAT?! “ Chris whispered.

“ The voice of reason. “ Cole answered, “ The call of the Phoenix. They can sooth and heal with their voices. “<br>
Chris looked over at Cassandra, still humming gently under her breath. What an awesome power! Maybe...?

“ Don’t count on it. “ Cole said, reading his thoughts with little effort, “ Wyatt is too unpredictable, and too powerful A pure bred Phoenix is immortal, unless gored by a Unicorn’s horn. A half-breed is very fragile...incredibly vulnerable. “<br>
“ Great. “ Chris grumbled, “ So, instead of having a secret weapon, I’ve got someone I have to...to...”<br>
“ Protect. “ Cole said, finishing the sentence for him, “ Congratulations. You’ve got your first innocent. “<br>
“ Gee. Thanks. “ Chris said, sarcastically, as Darryl and Leo conversed in low tones in the corner.

Cassandra was quiet now, watching all with brilliant amber eyes.

“ She’s frightened. “ Chris whispered to Cole.

“ Reassure her. “ Cole answered back.

“ She doesn’t trust me. “<br>
“ Show her she can. “<br>
“ She doesn’t believe. “<br>
“ She will learn. “<br>
“ I’M Scared. “<br>
“ I know. “ Cole said, placing a careful hand on the shoulder of the young man he loved like his own. “ If you weren’t, I’d worry about you. It’s an awesome responsibility, having to think of another person’s welfare before your own. You’re up to the task. “<br>
“ Am I? “ Chris wondered, unsure. “<br>
“ Yes. You are. “ Cole said calmly, in a voice that was confident, “ You can do this. You can...what is it? “<br>
Chris looked up, startled, until he realized that Cole was addressing Cass and not him.

Cassandra looked uneasy. “ I’m not sure. There’s a disturbance close by...and it’s heading this way. “<br>
Chris sucked in his breath, and carefully allowed his mind to relax. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the clutter of thoughts and emotions emanating from his brother’s mind.

“ Chris? “ Cole questioned.

Chris nodded, slowly. “ It’s Wyatt. He knows about Cassandra and he’s on his way. He’s killing anyone who gets in his path. “<br>
Leo paled and turned to Cole, “ We have to get her away from here! You KNOW what will happen if Wyatt captures her! “<br>
Cole chewed his lip as he thought quickly, and Chris refrained from asking any questions. Whatever knowledge Cole and Leo shared, it wasn’t important right now.

Finally, Cole sighed and turned to Cassandra. “ Chris will take you to your people, and shelter there with them for a few days. Will you assure his safety? “<br>
Cassandra seemed not to breathe for a moment, then finally nodded her head, “ He will be safe. I vouch for his well-being myself. “<br>
“ Good. “ Cole said, “ You two go. Now. “<br>
“ But what..? “ Chris began...and got no further as the walls of the old cottage exploded around him.

“ GO! “ Cole yelled above the din, just a piece of masonry glanced off Chris’s forehead, stunning him slightly. Wrapping his arms around Cassandra’s slender waist, he orbed out of the ruins of his home, wondering if the people he loved would survive the assault...

[brittania]

This story is fantastic. I can't wait to read more.

[Charmed Force]

This is awesome!!!! Keep up the work!

[Assassin Witch]

It's a good story.....


Um..Little wierded out by Leo's language, it's not like him. And the Phoenix? Um..too much Harry Potter? 'Cause in the Charmed world they are Assasins. *shrugs*

But it's still a good story.

[alchemystik32]

~*Out Of The Ashes*~

By: Alchemystik32

Chapter 3: Secrets

*****

Chris groaned and opened his eyes. His head felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks, and he remembered little about his arrival to this strange place. The home of a magical race he had once thought was just a fairy tale. Looking around the strange dwelling; was he really in a TREE house?...he began to fit bits and pieces of memory together.

He had made a poor first impression, he was sure. The blow from the sheetrock had opened an area on his forehead, not to mention addling his wits a tad, too. He had had to concentrate on the orb, grateful for Cassandra’s strong arms holding him firmly. He recalled a fleeting glimpse of a handsome people, tall and well-formed, each with hair the color of flames or ash, looking aghast at a slender young man with blood streaming down his face; Right before he landed face-first at their feet.

Two large, strong men had carried him into a wooden hut, and laid him on a soft pallet. A thin blanket was placed over him, and then an older woman, with wonderful green eyes and silver hair, had mixed herbs in a pot over an open fireplace. Chris drifted in and out of sleep until the woman shook him and held a cup to his lips.

“ Drink this. It will help the head pain and you will sleep. “<br>
Chris had frowned, remembering his early years with his Mother and his Aunts. Potions were taken very seriously in the Halliwell home, and Chris could hear their warnings about taking something without knowing the ingredients. Before he could say anything, though, the woman grasped his chin in a strong hand and opened his mouth. The content of the pottery cup was tossed down his throat, and she laughed as he gagged and sputtered.

“ Were you afraid of poison, young human? We do not poison our enemies, that’s for cowards. The Phoenix are not cowards. “<br>
“ No, you’re assassins. “ Chris snapped, glaring up at her as he wiped his mouth with a hand.

The woman cocked an eyebrow and grinned at him, in a rather menacing way. “ Bah! Those killers who call themselves Phoenix would not last a day here! They are what happen when the blood is tainted with that of demons and warlocks. Weak blood, watered down and corrupted. We find them amusing, in a sad sort of way. “<br>
Chris yawned, the potion beginning to lessen the headache and relax him, “ The only Phoenix I’ve ever heard of was a mythical bird. You don’t look like a bird to me. “

The woman smiles, amused by his naivety; “ Not now, sleep. We will speak again later. “<br>
Before Chris succumbed to the potion, one crystal clear thought penetrated the fog; He was in the presence of great magic, under the protection of one of the members of this society. He was far away from those he loved and trusted, and only a reformed demon knew where he was. He should feel vulnerable, but for the first time in many years, he felt safe. Curious...


*****

Darryl wheeled himself around the underground dwelling Cole had brought him to after the old cottage was demolished. For the past five years, he had wondered where the demon had been staying, and his curiosity was now rewarded.

Cole had found an old forgotten pump station, not far from Bay Marine Park, and spend many an hour making it a comfortable place to live. Well-scrubbed concrete walls were covered with an assortment of fine, old oriental rugs, while the floor boasted a magnificent Berber carpet in shades of Persian blue. A few pieces of furniture, a fully functioning kitchen and bath...Darryl felt as if he were in a fine hotel after years of deprivation in the various hovels he and Chris had inhabited.

Two objects sitting on a small table next to the sofa drew his attention. Wheeling himself closer, he lifted the first picture frame with his good hand, a smile touching his scarred lips. Piper, Phoebe and Paige; arms entwined, faces shining with love and happiness, these were the Charmed Ones of the early 21st Century, at the peak of their power and beauty. Before the dark times began.

The second picture was poignant in its subject matter. Phoebe and Cole on their wedding day, smiling for Leo’s new digital camera. Darryl wondered about Cole’s reason for holding on to this picture in particular; after all, by this time he had been infected by the Source Of All Evil’s powers, and viewed Phoebe as little more than a means to an end. To sire a magical child, to break up the Power Of Three.

“ Not quite. “ Cole said quietly from behind, “ Infected, yes...but the human side was still desperately in love with her. “<br>
Darryl looked over his shoulder, scowling at his friend, “ I thought we’d agreed that my mind was off limits? “

Cole grinned at the mock anger in Darryl’s voice, “ Didn’t need to intrude, you always did wear your emotions on your face. Especially where the girls were concerned. “<br>
Darryl nodded, “ They were really something, weren’t they? I miss them. “<br>
“ I do, too. “ Cole answered, his face unreadable to most...but not to Darryl, whom had been through many a battle with him.

“ What is it you and Leo aren’t tellin’ me? “ Darryl asked, then held up his hand as Cole began to protest.

“ Don’t even start with me! I’ve known both of you way too long, and I was too good of a cop not to smell a cover-up. Talk to me, man. We’re friends. “<br>
Cole swallowed hard, and then sighed, “ Yes, we’re friends. There aren’t too many of us left that remember the good old days, and I’d like to keep you around a while longer. I can’t put you into danger. “<br>
“ Danger?! “ Darryl yelled, “ I’m in a wheelchair, I lost my family, and you talk to me about danger?! That’s crap and you know it! “

“ Darryl, don’t ask. “ Cole began, only to be interrupted be Leo’s orb entrance.

“ And, you! “ Darryl shouted, “ What the hell is your problem?! Why aren’t you helping Wyatt?! That kid is lost and needs to be found before he wrecks even more havoc! “<br>
Leo winced from the verbal blow, but stopped short as Cole signaled him with the shake of a head.

“ There you go again! “ Darryl said the anger and hurt plain on his face.

“ There are some things that are better left unsaid. “ Leo began, but Darryl cut him off.

“ When you guys think I can be trusted enough with your secrets, let me know. Until then, I’ll be in my room. “ Without a backward glance, he wheeled himself into the small, spare bedroom Cole’s unique home boasted, leaving the other two embarrassed and ill at ease.

“ Maybe we should tell him. “ Leo said, but Cole immediately shook his head.

“ Darryl means the world to Chris. And to me. I won’t endanger him anymore than is necessary. “<br>
“ He thinks I’m weak, that I don’t care about my sons or what happened! Darryl has always been a good friend, it’s hard for me to just sit there and listen to him berate me when he doesn’t understand the situation. “<br>
Cole nodded, “ I know that, but you agreed to the terms. You can’t back out now. Too much is at stake. “<br>
“ You didn’t agree at first. “<br>
“ I know. “ Cole said, “ But now? Keeping Chris safe until we can find out more of the facts is essential. Without his powers, we won’t succeed, and you know that. Only the brightest of light will be able to dispel the darkest of dark. “<br>
“I realize that.“ Leo said, shaking his head in agreement, “ But what about the proof? Is it enough? “<br>
Cole looked at the other man for a moment and then reached into a crevice in the floor boards. Extracting a small vial, he crossed over to the far wall and pulled back the carpet, revealing a metal safe stuck fast into the concrete. Carefully, he poured a small amount of the potion over the safe, stepping back hastily when it began to smoke. In a moment, the smoke cleared, and Cole drew out a small box from the now opened safe.


Leo sat down on the sofa, and waited as Cole seated himself and gently placed the box on the old trunk that served as a coffee table. Both men stared at the little box, each lost in his own thoughts, for within was the tangible proof that the women they both loved were not dead...but lost to them nonetheless. Until the secrets were revealed...

*****




( For Nicholas...)

[alchemystik32]

(Part 2 of Chapter 3)

~*Out Of The Ashes*~

By: Alchemystik32

Chapter 3: Secrets


*****

Chris awoke when the rattan screen that served as a door to the small hut rustle, and he opened his eyes to see Cassandra staring down at him.

“ How are you feeling? “ She asked, then began to busy herself cleaning up the debris left by the Healer.

“ Better, thanks. “ Chris answered, and settled himself to watch the girl’s graceful movements. Gods, she was beautiful! Slender yet strong, those wild curls the color of fire tumbling down her back. In a pair of tight jeans and a gold long sleeved t-shirt, she stirred his senses in more ways than one.

“ You have questions. “ She stated, turning back to face him, a wooden cup in her hand.

“ Too many questions to even begin to count. Tell me everything. “<br>
Cass arched a slender brow, and then held the cup out to Chris, glaring at him as he shook his head.

“ Drink it! “ Cass snapped at him, “ We don’t have time for games. Tell you everything? How can I possibly do that? “<br>
Chris meekly accepted the cup and downed the contents without protest. “ Start at the beginning, tell me the Legend of the Phoenix; and how a species thought to be extinct for thousands of years appear to be living in trees in a park in San Francisco. “<br>
*****

Wyatt paced the confines of the attic like a caged animal. The Death Squad had been sent out, but he knew they would come back empty handed. Chris was gone, and he had taken the Phoenix with him. Uncle Darryl wasn’t on the mental radar anymore, and Cole and his father were also among the missing. They weren’t dead, Wyatt knew that. The death of anyone close to him would have been noticed immediately, and he had long suspected that Cole Turner had a place of refuge somewhere in the Underworld. Somewhere safe, and protected. Somewhere that Wyatt’s mental magic couldn’t penetrate.

“ Bravo, Uncle Cole. “ Wyatt whispered. “ Never underestimate a demon, Mother always said. “<br>
“ But...”<br>
“ I have something you want...three things to be precise. In the end, you’ll do my bidding just like all the rest; but how fun the games will be with you. Such a challenge. “<br>
*****

“ Where? “ Leo asked, as Cole related Wyatt’s monologue to him.

Cole shrugged, “ We’ve been everywhere in this world and the next. You’re the Elder, what do you think? “<br>
“ Logically? We’ve searched everywhere except the last place we’d ever expect to find the truth. “<br>
Cole nodded, grimly. “ Right under out noses. Or more precisely, right under our feet. Correct? “<br>
“ Either here...or there. “ Leo answered.

“Tonight we rest, mend the fences broken down with Darryl. Tell him enough to satisfy him, but not enough to endanger him if he falls into the wrong hands. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to Chris. “<br>
“ That’s my place, don’t you think? “ Leo asked, a mutinous expression on his face.

“ Is it? “ Cole answered, a bite to his tone, and the two ex-friends stared at each other, bound together by secrets. Secrets of such a sensitive nature, that the world as they knew it would be changed forever upon the revelations.

Two sons. Light and Dark, Good and Evil.

The Power Of Three.

Two men, who will play a role that will change the game beyond recognition.

A Phoenix hybrid. An unknowing savior to them all.

After you leap out of the frying pan...you need to be able to avoid the fire.

[CanadianHalliwell]

Very very good, you have me hooked. This is an amazing story. Please hurry with another update!

[Assassin Witch]

Gotta love Darryl! (Just not at the moment. )

Hmm..I'm wondering what's going on with Leo and Cole..it makes you want to read more....*waits*

[alchemystik32]

*Out Of The Ashes*

Chapter 4: Smoke Screens

By: Alchemystik32

*****

While Leo and Cole talk to Darryl, Cassandra begins her tale...

" Begin at the beginning. Hm...The Phoenix is an ancient being; did you know there are drawings of us on cave walls? Myth vies with truth, and we're portrayed as aloof loners, preserving our heritage, or as fierce fighters whom align ourselves with no one ally. We've been described as birds, marked as killers and compared to unicorns. Who, by the way, are our mortal enemies. "

Chris nodded, fascinated with the tale. " Go on. "

" While we tend to keep to ourselves, we’ve never ignored the needs of other creatures. If evil threatens one it threatens all, and we will band together to fight the forces of darkness.

We were proud of our pure blood, perhaps too proud, for the time came when fewer of our women were having children, and even fewer children were surviving to become adults. Our blood had weakened due to our arrogant refusal to marry out of our race.

The Wise Women...women have always led, and you can just take that outraged look off your face right now. “<br>
“ Hmph. “ Chris grunted and then hid a smile. Bright, beautiful, magical AND a sense of humor? What Gods had he been pleasing?

Cass shook her head in mock disgust, and continued her tale...

“ Where was I? Oh, right. We looked at other species, and decided that humans had some desirable traits; or, at least traits that could benefit both species. What began as a necessity soon became the norm, and we learned much from each other. We learned the art of compromise, and we taught you about honor. You gave us the greatest gift, though. “<br>
“ What was that? “ Chris asked, curious.

Cassandra ducked her head, a faint pink blush evident on her pale cheeks, “ Love. “ She murmured.

“ You didn’t love before? You..um..mated without feeling? “

“ Of course not! “ Cass exclaimed indignantly, “ We always felt fondness and loyalty towards a mate. We were just more reserved. We felt deeply, yet remained enigmas; even to ourselves. You humans showed us that love didn’t compromise honor and dignity; rather, it enhanced it. “<br>
Chris grinned impishly, “ Nice to know we can come in handy now and then. “<br>
Cass threw a strip of cloth at him, which he laughingly dodged, then grabbed his head with a groan.

“ Sorry. “ She apologized, and began to mix another type of potion, which Chris swallowed obediently. “ This will help the pain and let you rest. We can talk more later. “<br>
“ Wait...” Chris said, grabbing her wrist. The contact both startled and intrigued them both, “ Just a few more minutes, please? I have a few questions. “<br>
“ Only a few? “ Cassandra asked him, teasingly. “ Go for it. “<br>
“ Why birds? What’s with the tree houses? And why fire? “ Chris asked, his curiosity piqued.

“ Not just birds. We’ve actually been guilty of quite a few different guises spotted by your kind over the centuries. “<br>
“ Shape Shifting? “ Chris whispered, both fascinated and appalled. Shape shifting had been a purely demonic power since Wyatt killed off the whitelighters. It was unheard of in anyone without demonic blood in them.

Cass nodded, and then explained. “ We weren’t exactly picky in the beginning, nor did we understand much about white and black magic among humans. Some of us were unfortunate enough to mate with those of the dark side, passing on some of our power traits. “<br>
“ And gaining some in return? “ Chris asked, remembering Bianca and the other Phoenix Assassins.

Cass nodded, ascertaining his meaning. “ We didn’t know for a long time, until the news of the killing and the bird mark on these female killers reached us. That’s when we realized that we needed to pick an allegiance, and stick to it, no matter what happened to the tribe. We chose good, and we haven’t wavered in a very long time. We regret our ignorance...and our arrogance. “<br>
Chris nodded, his thoughts racing. This girl belonged to a race that had possessed magic for millenniums, a strong, proud, fierce race.

Moreover, just the allies needed to teach Wyatt Matthew Halliwell some long over due lessons in benevolence, kindness, and why a God shouldn’t kill his worshipers.

He yawned, the potion beginning to work. Cass immediately stood up, fixing the quilt over his shoulders in a tender, oddly maternal fashion that brought a smile to his lips.

“ Rest. “ She said, gently, hushing his protests and slipping out of the door as he fell asleep.

She sighed, leaning against the tree trunk. What an amazing man! Brave, intelligent, understanding; how much could she safely tell him? How would he react when he found out that she had perfected the art of dissimulation, and was an expert at obscuring the fire with smoke?

*****

“ You guys aren’t serious, are you? “ Darryl asked, a look of disbelief on his face. Cole and Leo exchanged veiled looks, and then Cole continued...

“ We’re serious. We wish we weren’t, Darryl, but we are. “<br>
Darryl shook his graying head, “ The gals aren’t dead? “<br>
Leo shrugged, “ We can’t be sure. I sense something, and so does Cole. But...”<br>
“ But we may not be not sensing a life force; just their presence somewhere in this world. “ Cole cautioned, “ It may just be a place memory. “<br>
Darryl’s shoulders sagged, “ Oh. For a minute I thought...”<br>
Cole touched a slumped shoulder, “ I know. “ He said, softly. “ I’ve thought it, too. Leo and I want it to be real just like you do. “<br>
Darryl nodded, then sighed, “ Ok. I appreciate you guys being straight with me. “<br>
Although Leo and Cole both sat still and kept their faces impassive, inwardly they squirmed. They hadn’t been straight; all they’d done was set up a smoke screen. Just in case Wyatt completely forgot his manners and decided that his Uncle Darryl knew something of importance.

As Darryl wheeled himself into the room prepared for him, Leo heaved a sigh, and ran distracted fingers through his hair.

“ That didn’t feel good. “<br>
Cole made a wry face and got up, reaching for his scuffed bomber jacket. One of the few possessions he cherished from his “ former “ life, he put it on and turned to face Leo.

“ Once we were allies, and then we became friends. A misdeed made us enemies, but we keep our respect for each others knowledge and power. Have you forgotten everything when you became an Elder? An Avatar? “<br>
Leo flushed, flexing his hands, “ I meant to do good as an Elder, and I was beguiled with a vision of Utopia the Avatars presented. I wanted that perfect world for my sons...and Piper. “<br>
Cole fixed him with a cold stare. The normally warm eyes the color of a shifting sea became chips of blue-green ice.

“ Still can’t quite get the hang of accepting responsibility for your actions, Leo? “<br>
“ What about you?! “ Leo spit back, his face red.

Cole stood silent and still...and then looked down at Leo, sadness apparent on his handsome face.

“ That was one lesson I learned all too well. Do the same, before it’s too late. I’m going to check on Chris, and don’t even start about how you’re his father; it takes more to be a father than genetics. I suggest you contact your eldest soon and try to do some bonding. “<br>
“ You blame me for this, don’t you?! Did you ever stop to think that losing Piper might have just broken my heart?! And my will. I lived wrapped in cotton wool for years, oblivious to everyone and everything, trying to deal with the pain. “<br>
Cole looked down one more time, his expression dark and unreadable...

“ Are you any different from any one else who has lost a loved one? Why are you special, Leo? What gives you the right to mourn for 20 years while the rest of us have to function in the everyday world? Grow up, Leo, learn to be a man. Your inattention and lack of paternal guidance is partially to blame for the situation we all find ourselves in today. Accept it, learn from it and move on! “<br>
With that, Cole shimmered away, leaving a verbally battered and beaten man alone to face the truth of his short comings...

*****

“ Do you understand? “ Wyatt asked the terrified girl in front of him.

She swallowed back her tears, and nodded, “ Yes, of course. “<br>
“ Stop sniveling! “ Wyatt snapped, “ You’re a Phoenix assassin, act like one! “<br>
*****

[Assassin Witch]

I get it now! Makes sense with the Phoenixes.

[Jamison]

great story!!!! ;D

[alchemystik32]

~ Thank you for making this story of the week! What an awesome honor. ~



Out Of The Ashes

Chapter 5: Eternal Flames

By: Alchemystik32

*****

Chris felt Cole's presence before he saw it. Keeping his eyes closed, he knew by the quiet movements in the small hut that Cole was checking to see if he was being guarded; or watched.

The table by the door shook and he heard a muffled oath. It appeared that Cole had stumbled, and was trying to be quiet about it.

" Ok, I hear you snorting over there. "

Chris grinned and opened his eyes. Cole was trying to look severe, but the eyes were warm and twinkling.

" Hey. " Chris said.

" Hey yourself. Are you ok? That's a nasty bump on your head. "

Chris nodded, " Yeah, I'm ok. They've been taking good care of me. Is everything all right in the real world? "

Cole sighed and nudged Chris until he made room for the ex-demon to sit down next to him.

" Wyatt's up to something, but I can't get a read on it, he's being very careful. Your Dad is with Darryl. "

" Where? " Chris asked, curiously, " Is it a safe? "

Cole smiled, " As safe as a demon can be. Kinda like home. "

Chris's eyes lit up, " No way! You're underground? In the Underworld? "

Cole laughed, " No, not quite. Even I'm not too comfortable down there, even though it's empty. Or, as empty as it's suppose to be. "

" Is it empty? " Chris asked, " Or are they all up at the manor with Wyatt. "

Cole sighed, " I think there's still a few lesser demons down below. Even those types have some scruples, and your brother has crossed a few too many lines. And, no. Don't even think about it. "

“But...They could help! If you asked! "

Cole shook his head. The boy was still so young in many ways, trusting, even a bit naive.

“ Listen, kid. You don’t just waltz into the Underworld and ask if anyone is interested in getting vanquished by the megalomaniac in charge. Not even a low level scavenger demon is that stupid. “<br>
Chris sighed, “ Yeah, I guess you’re right. Did you know about all this? The Phoenix? “<br>
“ I’ve known about them, but I didn’t know any personally. They tend to avoid my kind now. Guess they learned their lesson. “<br>
Chris nodded, “ Cass told me how the Phoenix assassins came about. Kind of weird, knowing that Bianca and Cassandra are related. Sort of. “<br>
Cole shook his head, “ The Phoenix themselves have always been honorable. They didn’t understand our world, the difference between white and black magic. Good and evil; they’ve always been neutral. They made a mistake, that’s all. It sounds as if your Bianca still had some good left inside her. “<br>
“Yes, she did. “ Chris agreed, trying not to think about the first woman he had ever truly loved. She had died saving his life, and his heart had been broken. Just recently had he began to feel as if he could finally lay her to rest in his mind and his heart.

Chris shook his had, banishing the memories, “When can I go home? There’s so much I need to do. “<br>
Cole got up and stretched, “You need to lay low for awhile, plus we need you to keep Cassandra safe. She’s very important to her people. Wyatt would love nothing more than to get control of her. She has powers you haven’t even dreamed of. “<br>
“Important? Why? “Chris asked, but Cole, his senses honed to precision through the centuries heard the light steps approaching, and shimmer away a split second before Cass pulled back the woven curtain...

“ How are you? “ She asked, glancing suspiciously around the small room.

“ Ok. “ Chris answered, wondering if she had heard Cole’s voice, or if she was just being cautious.

Cass sighed and shook her head; she was probably allowing her sense to run wild, but still...

It had sounded as if Chris wasn’t alone in here just a moment before.

“ If you feel up to it, my grandmother would like to meet you. “ Cass told Chris, while wandering aimlessly around the small hut.

“ Sure. “ Chris answered, “ I’d be honored to meet her. “<br>
Cass looked at Chris, her expression troubled.

“ What is it? “ Chris asked, curiously, “ Why the look? “<br>
Cass sighed again, “ Grandmother is...difficult. She doesn’t entirely trust humans, and since my mother...well. Let’s just say, she isn’t too fond of your kind. She’s a great leader, but she’s a bit on the blunt side. “<br>
“ What happened to your mother? “ Chris asked, throwing the light quilt off himself, and getting off the pallet. “<br>
“ She died. “ Cass said, quietly. “ When I was about 14 years old. “<br>
“ Mine died, too. “ Chris said, looking at her steadily.

Cass nodded slowly, them permitted a small smile, “ Then we have something in common. “<br>
“ Not a nice thing to have in common. “ Chris answered, in a sober tone of voice, “ Did you say your grandmother leads your...group? “<br>
“ We use the word tribe. Grandmother leads not only this area, but our entire species. She’s like a queen, I guess. “<br>
“ Wow, does that mean I’m in the presence of royalty? “ Chris asked in a teasing tone of voice. “<br>
Cass giggled, a dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth; leaving Chris with a sudden impulse to kiss her.

“ I suppose. “ Cass said, unaware of his wayward thoughts, “ Does that make me a princess? “<br>
“ I guess it does. “ Chris told her with a smile, “ Do you have a comb? Maybe a toothbrush? I’d like to look at least partially human when I meet your leader. “<br>
Cass giggled again, and headed for the door, “ Maybe you should just stay the way you are. I told you, grandmother doesn’t like humans that much anyway. “<br>
As she left to get the required items, Chris wondered...

Why would Cass’s grandmother not like or trust humans? Cass was part human. Hell, their whole species was interbred with humans. What had his kind done to hers that was so bad?

Somehow, Chris was sure he wasn’t going to like the answer...

*****

Cole shimmered back into his dwelling to find Leo and Darryl in the middle of a quarrel. Sighing, he made his way to the small kitchen, and began to make a pot of coffee, hoping to drown out the sounds of anger. He had partially succeeded until he heard Leo trying to explain his paternal neglect...

“....their grandfather loved and cared for them! I’m an Elder, I had a job to do! “<br>
“ That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard! “ Darryl yelled back. “ Sure, Victor was good to them, but they had just lost their mother and their aunts! So, instead of trying to help them, you leave because you have to WORK?! “<br>
Cole sighed, again. Darryl had a point, but antagonizing Leo wasn’t going to help their present situation. They needed to work together, if they were going to be successful in defeating Wyatt.

Leo muttered a response, and although Cole didn’t hear it, he certainly heard Darryl’s retort.

“ Do you DARE tell me about loss! I lost everything I had! My family, my job, my home, my health! Did I quit? Did I just say, screw it, life OWES me?! NO! I tried to nurture YOUR kids! Jeez, man, they had just lost their MOTHER! It’s a wonder that with the powers he had and the grief he’d endured, Wyatt didn’t toast the entire planet, instead of just one city! “<br>
The argument ended as they usually did. Leo escaped, and Darryl wheeled himself around the room, muttering.

Give me patience, Cole told himself. Otherwise I may be tempted to let Belthazor loose on those two.

He sighed again. That wasn’t an option, and it had been a very long time since he even thought that way. The fact that he had showed him the amount of stress he was under; not a good excuse at all. Cole knew himself too well, and he was aware of how stress could affect him. It made him dangerous. Not just towards his enemies, but also towards those he loved.

Phoebe had kept him sane, kept him kind. In the early days, after he had given in to his human side, she had unveiled a whole new world to him. One of music and light kittens and picnics. He learned how to play, how to care; how to love.


He would not let anything jeopardize his world again...


*****

In the cobweb-filled basement of the old Halliwell manse, Wyatt checked his calculations once again. Here, at the point of the spiritual nexus, the harbinger of evil was due to be released in exactly three and one half hours. Then, the planets would be properly aligned, and the focus of this exercise would be caught entirely unaware...

Wyatt’s eyes went out of focus, and a hideous grin spread across his face. The great Cole Turner, a.k.a Belthazor; able to resist evil at will, bound to the service of only good...

“ We’ll see how Uncle Cole and the nexus get along together. “ Wyatt whispered, “ For soon, my assassin will approach him in a guise he will be totally unable to resist. “<br>
Phoebe.


*****

[leigh19]

Another great chapter, Thanks for the update! Congrats for getting fic of the week!!! I totally like where this is going and I'm so happy to see a story with both Cole and Chris (I have one question about the phoenix hating humans stuff-I guess it's a matter of opinion, but whitelighters (and part whitellighters) aren't really human are they? Why would they hate Chris...unless they hate whitelighters too...)

Annnyway, great job. Update soon!

[alchemystik32]

~* Out Of The Ashes *~

A Sense Of Belonging

By: Alchemystik32

*****

Chris followed Cassandra down a series of wooden ladders intertwined through the huge old oak trees. Magic shielded this community from non-magical eyes, and Chris marvelled at their ingenuity. Over the tree tops, he could see the sparkling water of the Bay, but here, it felt like he was in another world.

" We are, in a sense. " Cass told him, and then giggled at the look on his face. " What? You can pick up some of my thoughts, why can't I do the same to you? "

Chris nodded, " You're right, I'm just not used to magical people outside my family. Wyatt doesn't allow it, as you know. "

" Yes, " Cass told him, " I do. "

They paused on a bridge between two trees, and Chris watched the sunlight catch the highlights in Cass's hair; golds and reds gleamed, and once again, his fingers itched to touch it's softness.

She turned towards him, and something in his look moved something inside of her.

" You seem...different here. "

" I do? " Chris asked, although he knew exactly what she meant.

Cass nodded, " You seem younger; more at ease. "

Chris stared at her. He did feel different here. To be among magical beings again, to feel a sense of belonging, acceptance...it felt good. As much as he missed Cole, Darryl, even his father, Leo, being here was a good thing. A very good thing.

" C'mon. " Cass said, tugging at his sleeve, " Grandmother is waiting. "

Chris followed, and found that some of his feelings of peace and contentment were drifting away..

Cass led him into a clearing nestled in the crook of an enormous redwood. The burnished wood cupped a common area the size of a football field, surrounded by what appeared to be shops, and a intricate system of elevators which stretched to the ground far below.

Chris was stunned. These people dwelt in a community that stretched from one gigantic tree to another! They had everything they needed up here, not to mention a glorious view, and he was sure that the elevator was rarely used. They descended into his world only in the advent of an emergency.

In the center stood a hut, more elaborate than any of the others he had seen. Decorated with bright colors, it was pleasing to the eye. In front an old woman, tall and elegant was waiting for them; the expression in her eyes was less than friendly.

Cassandra kissed the offered cheek, and turned to Chris.

" I would like to introduce my grandmother, Lenora. Grandmother, this is Chris. "

Chris bowed his head respectfully; " I'm honored to meet you, and want to thank you for your hospitality. "

Lenora appeared slightly appeased by the uncommon courtesy from the young man before her. Humans as a whole were usually not well-mannered in her opinion.

" Someone has raised you right. " She told Chris in a strong yet pleasant voice. " We will sit and talk. "

As soon as the words were uttered, two men with hair the color of the sun appeared, carrying a fan-like wicker chair, and two small wicker stools. Cassandra rushed to help the old woman seat herself, then gestured to Chris to take a stool. She positioned hers at her grandmother's side.

" You are welcome, and your thanks are accepted. " Lenora told Chris. " I know something about you from Cassandra, but you will now tell me all. "

Chris was startled, but complied immediately. This woman had such an air of command and dignity about her that it never occured to him to disobey her orders. He told about the story of the Charmed Ones, his flight from the future to ensure his existence. He spoke of his brother's protection and guidance when he was growing up, his grandfather and Darryl's help, Cole's instructions. He didn't dwell for too long on Wyatt's descent into madness and abuse of power; all who lived in this age, magical or not, were aware of the so-called " Protector. "

Lenora listened quietly, occasionally asking for clarification on a point, but for the most part, absorbing the facts. The amber eyes not dimmed by age were fastened on him, and Chris was well aware that his words were being weighed; and he himself judged.

When he finished, there was a moment of silence, and then Lenora nodded her head.

" It is as I thought. You will return to your people soon, and assure them that I and my people will assist in any way we can. "

Chris frowned slightly, and then nodded, causing the first smile to cross the old woman's face.

" You weren't aware that Cole Turner was sending you on a diplomatic mission? "

Chris shook his head, while mouthing a few choice words inwardly at Cole.

Lenora smiled, this time with warmth; " Tell him you have acquitted yourself splendidly. "

Seeing Chris's puzzled look, she continued. " Oh yes, I know him well. Both as Belthazor and as Cole. The two were once one, but the love of a good woman showed him the correct path. He is a good man now, and I can't think of a better mentor for you at this time. Listen well to what he would teach you. "

Chris nodded, and then Lenora turned to Cassandra. " Leave us for a moment. "

Cassandra obeyed instantly, exchanging a quick look with Chris as she left. Lenora watched the girl until she had disappeared around the side of the hut, then looked back at Chris.

" You like her. "

Chris hesitated just a moment, and then shrugged. What the heck, it was true, wasn't it?

" Yes. I like her very much. She's spirited, funny, bright and beautiful. May I ask some questions? "

The old woman nodded.

" Cole told me that Cass was important to the people here. I also heard that she is vulnerable. Why?

" Cassandra is indeed important, for she will control the tribes after I go to into the flames a final time. She is the heiress to all that is the Phoenix. "

" But, yes. She is very fragile, vulnerable. The mating between her mother and her father was two-fold. On one hand, she possesses powers we have not seen for a millenium or more. But, on the other hand, the mating rob Cassandra of one vital Phoenix characteristic; She is too human to be immortal. "

" You see, unless our life force is released with a blow from a unicorn horn, only we may choose our death. When we enter the flames for re-birth, some of us decide to rest instead. I have chosen to do just that, as I have lived through much in my 682 years. "

" Wow! " Chris said, surprised and impressed. " Sorry. I didn't mean..." He stumbled on, slightly embarrassed by his outburst.

Lenora held up a hand, " Do not apologize, it is indeed a long time. Too long, and I wish to rest soon. But, not until your brother is subdued and overthrown; there is much danger to Cassandra until then. "

Chris leaned forward, his blue/green eyes intent. " I swear to you, I will do everyting in my power to keep Cass safe. No harm shall come to her when she is at my side. "

Lenora's face softened, and she touched Chris's cheek. " You are brave and you are noble, but Cass's father was neither. He deserted my daughter, left her vulnerable and alone; She died from a broken heart as much as from her injuries. For that reason alone, humans are not liked nor trusted here, yet you have shown me that I cannot judge an entire species by the foolish actions of one. I thank you. "

Chris rose from the stool as Lenora stood, and beckoned to one of the men standing in the shadows. Prior to the meeting, all of the community had been polite to Chris, but avoided him otherwise. Now, with the acceptance of their queen, Chris stock had risen immeasurably, and the men looked at him with awe.

" We will talk again. " Lenora told him, " Until then, rest and recover. You are safe and welcome here. "

Chris watched her move away, and then look around him. Instantly, Cass was at his side, her eyes shining.

" You were wonderful, and grandmother is pleased! "

Chris smiled, " Were you pleased, princess? "

Cass blushed and then slipped her hand into his...

" Very pleased. "

*****

Cole shimmered into an alley not far from the old Halliwell house. Moving cautiously, he rounded the corner and settled himself in the shadows. All day long he had been getting some strange vibes from this area, and he was curious as to what exactly Wyatt was up to.

He knew that Wyatt was furious that Chris and Cassandra had fallen off his mental radar, and Cole himself was tired from the strain of diverting Wyatt's thoughts. Keeping Chris and the young Phoenix safe was paramount, but taxing.

He let his thoughts drift for a moment; seeing the old house that was once his home so dilapidated and forlorn was heart-breaking. Nothing was left of those happier times he had spent there with Phoebe. The garden was in ruins, the porch they had sat on in the warm summer nights was falling down. Piper's beautiful flowering bushes were dead, as was the majestic old oaks trees in the side yard. The dark wine paint had faded to a nondescript gray color, and in many places, there was nothing but bare wood.

Cole's musing were broken by a young woman appearing around the side of the house. Even from a distance, he could see the dark hair, the slender yet toned physique...and his breath quickened.

Only one woman in the world could move like that, almost as if she were dancing to her own private rhythm...

Phoebe.

The woman started down the street, and almost in a trance, he began to follow. Who was she? Why did she look like his lost love?

While upstairs in the attic, Wyatt watched...and waited.

[brittania]

Wonderful story! I am loving this!

whitelighters (and part whitellighters) aren't really human are they?

Yes, they are, in the charmedverse. Paige is half whitelighter and she's human. So is Chris. The jury is out on Wyatt.