By Julien Gregg

Book 1 - Chapter 4
Witches In Time Part One

"It's shaping up to be a beautiful morning," said the weatherman on the television as Damon came into the kitchen. "The sun is shining, the pollen count is at an all time low, the temperature is at a mild eighty degrees and the humidity is relatively nonexistent."

"Morning Damon," said Drake as he turned off the television. "Sleep well?"

"Fine," he replied. "I thought you and Dean were going to P3 this morning."

"That was the plan, but Dean hasn't come down yet," replied Drake. "Coffee?"

"Sure," he said. "Does Dean oversleep often?"

"I have no way of knowing," said Drake as he sat a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Right," said Damon, smiling. "I keep forgetting that the three of us don't really know each other. I guess I keep thinking that I'm the only one who's new to the manor."

"We're not new to it," said Drake. "We were each born here, and you and Dean lived here for at least a few years of your life. I was only here for the first year of my life."

"I was three when my father took me to Alaska," said Damon. "So I don't have any memories of this house. That makes it new for me."

"What's new for you?" asked Dean as he came into the kitchen. "Morning, Drake."

"Morning, Dean," replied Drake, handing his cousin a mug of coffee.

"I was just telling Drake that I don't have any childhood memories of this house so it's new to me," explained Damon as Dean sat down at the table beside him.

"I don't have many myself," admitted Dean. "I can barely remember my father, and when I do I see him dead."

"That's awful," said Damon as the doorbell sounded. "I'll get that."

He got up and left the kitchen. When he got to the door he got quite a shock. Standing on the other side was a man that Damon had thought he'd never see again. Farren Blackwood was supposed to be in Hong Kong. Damon couldn't figure out what the blond haired, brown eyed man was doing in San Francisco.

"I finally found you," Farren said with a smile. "It's good to see you, Damon."

"What are you doing here?" Damon asked.

"Is that any way to greet the man you claim to love?" Farren asked with a smirk. Damon noticed the bag beside his feet.

"Farren, I'm not sure that staying here is a good idea," he said quickly. "My cousins don't know about me."

"So say that I'm a friend from Alaska," said Farren, picking up his bag and stepping inside just as Dean and Drake came to see who was at the door. "You must be Damon's cousins."

"Dean, Drake," said Damon as he turned to look at his cousins. "This is Farren Blackwood. He's a friend from Alaska."

Damon was furious. Farren's coming to San Francisco wasn't a pleasant surprise for him. He'd broken up with Farren six months before moving out of Alaska. Then Farren had gotten a promotion that sent him to Hong Kong, and Damon had thought that he was rid of him for good. Now he was standing in the hallway of Halliwell Manor and making Damon so nervous that he didn't know what to do. This was not the way he wanted his cousins to find out about his sexuality. He'd wanted to talk to them about it and find out how they felt about having a homosexual for a cousin. With Farren in the house he'd have to be very careful or they'd find out without his knowing how it would make them feel.

"Nice to meet you, Farren," said Dean, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I'm Dean, Damon's cousin."

"Nice to meet you," said Farren. "I'm only in town on business, but when I heard that Damon was here I had to come and see him."

"Well come on in," said Dean. "Any friend of Damon's is welcome."

"Thank you," said Farren, eyeing Drake.

"I'm Drake," he finally said, but Damon was thankful that Drake didn't extend his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm going to take Farren upstairs so he can put his things in my room," said Damon.

He headed for the stairs without saying anything else. Farren followed him though, leaving his cousins to look at themselves. Drake waited until they were safely upstairs and out of hearing range before he grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him into the living room. He peeked out the doorway just to be cautious.

"What's the matter with you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," said Drake. "I just get a very bad feeling from that guy. I don't know what it is."

"Well Damon doesn't seem to be afraid of him," said Dean. "He said he was a friend from Alaska."

"I don't know what to tell you, Dean," said Drake. "I don't like him."

"Drake, don't say anything to Damon about this," warned Dean. "I get the feeling that he'd be upset."

"I won't say anything," said Drake. "I'm just going to pay close attention to the guy."

"Well not right now you're not," said Dean. "They're upstairs and we're supposed to be going to P3."

"I don't want to leave them here," said Drake, looking up at the ceiling.

"Drake," sighed Dean. "This was your idea. Mr. Pollock is probably there already."

"Oh all right," said Drake. "But don't blame me if something happens."

"Nothing's going to happen, Drake," said Dean as they walked out the front door. "Damon can take care of himself."

* * *

"Your cousins have left," said Farren as he watched the SUV leave the driveway and head off down the street. "We're alone."

"Look," said Damon. "I'm not sure what you came here for, but I'm not going to get involved with you again, Farren."

"Don't you even want to know why I left to begin with?" Farren asked.

"You left because I told you to," replied Damon. "I'm about ready to tell you to again. I can't believe you tracked me down here."

"Well believe it," said Farren as he grabbed Damon's arms and pulled him closer. "You have something I want more than anything in the world, Damon."

"What?" Damon demanded, pulling his arms free and stepping back.

"Your powers," said Farren with a wide smile that revealed jagged, pointed teeth. As Damon watched, Farren's face began to change. It grew longer and his teeth began to grow as well. His yes sank into his head and then became black as night. He began to laugh with a gravelly voice.

"Oh my god!" cried Damon as he rose his hands and froze the hideous creature in front of him.

He ran from the room and down the stairs. He had no idea where P3 was, but he couldn't stay and be killed. He had to get to his cousins. He had to think of a way to find the club and fast. He had no car and he had no idea where he was going. The pain in his side slowed him down. He stopped, bent at the waist and took in big gulps of air. Then he stood up and turned to look back the way he'd come. Farren was nowhere in sight. Damon calmly walked off the street and into an open garage. He stood there in the darkness with his eyes closed and thought of only one thing. Dean.

Over and over again he said Dean's name in his head. He didn't know what he expected to happen, but he continued. He needed his cousins. He had to get to them somehow. He said Dean's name in his head again and again, focusing on what he looked like. He focused on Dean's dark hair that was always combed straight back, his dark eyes that always looked as if he was about to cry, his strong jaw line that always seemed to be set and the sound of his voice.

Then he felt something strange. It was as if he were floating, weightless through the air. Then he could hear talking and he felt the wall flat against his back again. He opened his eyes and nearly passed out from shock. He was standing against the wall on the other side of the bar from his cousins. He'd done it! But how?

"Dean!" he cried, pushing himself away from the wall so quickly that he nearly launched himself headlong into the bar.

"Damon?" said Drake. "Where did you come from?"

"He's a demon, Dean," Damon said quickly. "He's back at the manor I think. He said he wanted my powers and I froze him. Then I ran."

"Who is a demon?" Dean asked, coming around the bar and grabbing Damon's arms in his hands.

"Farren," replied Damon. "I had to get to you guys. I didn't know how to get here, so I hid in a garage and just started to say your name over and over again as I closed my eyes and focused on what you looked like. Then I was here."

"That's a cool power," said Drake with wide eyes.

"We have to go back to the manor," said Dean.

"But he's probably waiting there for us," said Damon, pulling his arm out of Dean's hand.

"I'm counting on it, Damon," said Dean. "Together he can't hurt us. Remember that."

They filed out of the club and up the stairs to the waiting SUV. They drove back to the manor in silence. Damon couldn't get the sight of Farren's face changing out of his head. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't realize they'd stopped until he heard Drake gasp. He looked up at the manor and gasped himself. It was surrounded by a black aura. It swarmed around it and sparks seemed to be coming off the house itself.

"What the hell?" Dean breathed. "What is that?"

"I don't know, but I'm not going in there," said Damon.

"The book is in there, Damon," said Dean. "We have to get in there."

"I'm telling you I am not going in there," said Damon just as Drake shimmered out of the SUV.

Damon twisted in his seat to look at the spot where Drake had been and then looked at Dean. He couldn't believe that Drake was going to even try to get in the house. He supposed that it made sense to shimmer in. Whatever Farren was would sense it as evil and allow it. At least that's what he thought until Drake shimmered back into the car.

"It won't let us in," said Drake. "I tried to shimmer in, but I just kept bouncing off of whatever that is that's surrounding the house."

"We need the book," said Dean. "How are we supposed to stop whatever is going on without the book?"

"Damon can get you the book," said Mr. Pollock as he walked up to the car and scared them nearly to death.

"How can I get the book?" Damon asked. "Drake couldn't even shimmer in there."

"Focus your mind on the book, Damon," said Mr. Pollock. "Think of holding it in your hands. Feel it in your hands. Remember what it feels like to run your fingers over its pages. That's it. Just focus."

He tried to think of the book. He pictured it in his mind and imagined it in his hands. He could almost feel its texture. He wanted it more than anything in the world at that moment. He wanted to hold the book in his hands. Then it was there. He gasped as he felt it materialize. He opened his eyes and found Dean staring at him with wide eyes.

"Now find the Obliterator Curse," said Mr. Pollock. "Hurry, you don't have much time. It's going after the nexus."

"The nexus?" Drake asked.

"No time," said Pollock, waiving his hand to silence Drake. "Find the curse."

"I found it," said Damon as he flipped through the pages. "It says that it's a black magic curse used to change the allegiance of a witch or magical being to evil."

"Yes," said Pollock. "And what does it say about stopping it?"

"Nothing," Damon replied. "There's nothing."

"Give me that," said Drake as he reached over the seat for the book. He flipped through the pages until he found something that he thought might work. "I'm going to try something."

"What?" Dean asked.

"A curse so evil and black set upon us in the past. Return us now to that time and make it fast. Let the hands of time turn back," he read aloud and the next thing he knew they were standing on the street in front of the manor. It looked different to him for some reason. He couldn't figure it out until he looked around at the cars and nearly fell over.

"What happened?" Damon asked, looking around.

"Where's Mr. Pollock?" asked Dean at the same time.

"Guys, I think we're in the past," said Drake as the front door of the manner opened and his father stepped onto the porch.

They each stared at Adam as he came down the stairs to the mail box without even looking at them. They'd seen his pictures, so Dean and Damon knew who they were looking at. Just seeing him alive was proof that they were in the past, but why did the spell bring them to this time?

"What do we do?" Damon asked as he stared at his uncle.

"Dad!" cried Drake as he took off across the street. Adam looked up at him in confusion.

"I think you have me mixed up with someone else," said Adam. "I don't have children, and I certainly don't have children as old as you are."

"But," he said and stopped. It was useless. He sighed as his cousins caught up with him.

"You're Adam Halliwell," said Dean.

"Yes, and you are?" Adam asked, wrinkling his brow as he looked at him. "You kind of look like . . ."

"Jase Halliwell," Dean said, cutting him off. "My father."

"Your father?" Adam asked. "What's going on?"

"Look," said Dean. "We're from the future. We cast a spell to take us back in time to a point when the manor wasn't cursed. I don't understand why it brought us here."

"If you're really Jase's son, prove it," said Adam. "Show me what you can do."

"You mean my power?" Dean asked with a smirk. "Fine."

He squinted his eyes and the stack of envelopes that Adam had been holding flew out of his hand. At that moment, Damon raised his hands and froze them in mid air. Adam looked at them with wide eyes for a moment before his gaze settled on Drake. He looked at him expectantly for a few minutes before Drake understood.

"Sorry, my power is premonition," he said, thinking that if he showed him any of his other powers Adam would think he was a demon.

"Telekinesis, the power to freeze time and premonition," said Adam with wide eyes. "That makes you the Charmed Ones."

"Yeah, we're Charmed all right," said Dean. "We won't be if we don't get back to the right time though."

"Wait a minute," said Drake, looking at his cousins strangely and then back at the street. "Where's the book?"

"You had it," said Damon. "You had it in the back seat when you cast the spell that brought us here."

"Well I don't have it now," said Drake.

"Oh my god," sighed Dean. "You lost the Book of Shadows?"

"I didn't lose it," argued Drake. "I just don't have it now."

"Then where is it?"

"It was gone when we got here," said Drake. "Mr. Pollock isn't here, either."

"Dan Pollock?" Adam asked.

"Yeah," said Damon. "He was talking to us when Drake cast the spell that brought us here. We were actually in his car."

"Dan's in the house, talking to Dad about something," said Adam. "This is so weird."

"No," said Drake, smiling. "Dad, we're talking about Mr. Pollock from the future."

"Look," said Adam. "I don't know about anyone else from the future, but you can come inside and take a look at the book from the past."

It finally hit Drake that he was actually standing in front of his father. He launched himself into Adam's arms and squeezed him tight. He'd been so angry at his father for so long and then he was dead. To find out that his father had only been trying to protect him from the very demon that had ended his own life and then be faced with his younger self was almost too much.

"I'm so sorry, Dad," he said, and couldn't help crying. "I love you."

"Hey," said Adam, slowly putting his arms around Drake. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. Seeing you makes me know that marrying your mother is the right thing to do, Drake."

"You haven't married her yet?" Drake asked, pulling away from him.

"Well, no," said Adam. "I was going to ask her, but I wasn't sure with who she is."

"She's my mother," said Drake with a smile.

"Yes," said Adam with a smile of his own. "Come inside."

"Wait," said Damon as the others started to walk up the front steps. "My mother is in there."

"So is my father," said Dean, and Damon could see the excitement on Dean's face.

"You don't understand," said Damon. He didn't want to come right out and say it with Adam watching and listening, but he'd never got to meet his mother. She was gone before he was old enough to remember her. Seeing her now was something he wanted more than anything in the world, but how was he supposed to see her and not tell her what was coming?

"Oh," said Drake, taking a step back. He put his arms around Damon and held him tight. "It'll be all right, Damon."

"Is there something I should know?" Adam asked, looking at them hard.

"No," said Dean. "Let's just get inside and see if we can find the spell in the book."

They followed Adam up to the house with heavy hearts. Drake had met his mother's ghost, but Damon had never seen his mother. Dean barely remembered his father. How were they supposed to act around them? Dean wondered the same thing as Damon. How could he be around his father without telling him about Ash?

And then it was too late. Just before they got to the front door it opened and Shae Halliwell came outside. She smiled at them, and Damon stopped again. Dean put his hand on his cousin's back and propelled him forward. He knew this was hard for him, but they had to get back to their own time.

"Shae, you'll never believe who these guys are," said Adam. "Is Dad still talking to Dan?"

"They're in the dining room now," said Shae, eyeing the boys hard. "The White Lighters are lecturing about Ash again."

"Ash?" Damon squeaked.

"Uh, yeah," said Shae, looking at her brother hard.

"It's all right, Sis," laughed Adam. "They're the Charmed Ones."

"That's not funny, Adam," she said.

"It wasn't supposed to be," he replied. "I've got an even better one for you. Meet your future son, Damon." He put his hand on Damon's shoulder and Damon nearly passed out.

"My son, huh?" she said, looking angry. "Adam, that's not funny."

"Mom?" Damon said, and he had to fight the tears that threatened to come.

"I don't know who you are," she said, looking at him hatefully. "But I'm not your mom."

"Shae!" Adam barked.

"What?" she cried, turning to face him. "You know what the doctor said, Adam. This is cruel."

"He really is your son, Shae," said Adam. "The doctor is wrong."

"Adam," she said in a warning tone.

"I have your picture on the nightstand beside the bed you used to rock me to sleep in," Damon said as tears flowed from his eyes. "I tell you that I love you ever single night before I go to sleep. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"You're my mother," he said. "Your the most wonderful woman in the world."

"I told you, this isn't funny," she said hatefully.

"I'm not lying to you," he said. "Your powers are psycho kinesis and you can freeze time. I can freeze time, too."

"He's telling you the truth, Shae," said Adam. "Please trust me for once. I wouldn't trick you like this. Not after yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?" Dean asked.

"I was told that I'd never be able to have children," she said hatefully. "That's why I know this isn't real."

"But you had me, Mom," said Damon. "You had me."

"Stop this," she said, and she was crying now. Damon reached out for her, but she tried to freeze him. She gasped when it didn't work.

"Good witches don't freeze, Shae," Adam said. "He really is your son."

"He can't be," she said, but she grabbed him and held him tight anyway just as the door opened again and Jase stepped outside.

"What's going on out here?" he asked Adam. "Who are these people?"

"Oh god," sighed Shae as she held Damon tightly.

"Hello, Dad," said Dean with a huge smile on his face.

"Jase, you're never going to believe this," said Adam as Jase looked at Dean with confusion in his dark eyes.

"Did you just call me Dad?" he asked Dean.

"Yes," replied Dean. "It's good to see you, Dad. We need your help."

"I'm nobody's dad," said Jase.

"Oh, shut up, Jase," said Shae as she finally let go of Damon. "He's your son. Look at him."

"If you're my son then tell me what my power is," Jase said, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

"The same as mine," laughed Dean. "You can move things with your mind."

"Show me," said Jase.

Dean squinted at the front door and it opened again. Jase spun around to see who was coming outside, but when he saw that there was no one there he turned back to look at Dean in amazement. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just stared at him. Could it be possible? he wondered. Could he really be his son?

"Look, I don't know what to do to make you believe me," said Dean. "All I know is that if we don't get back to our time the warlock is going to corrupt the manor."

"But you have the Power of Three," said Adam. "Can't you just write a spell and go back?"

"We can't write spells," said Drake, then he looked at his father closely. "Can we?"

"You're telling me that you're the Charmed Ones and you don't know that you can write your own spells?" Adam asked with wide eyes.

"They're what?" Jase gasped.

"That's right, Bro," laughed Adam. "Dean here has the power to move things with his mind. Damon can freeze time, and my son, Drake, has premonitions. It really sucks that you didn't at least inherit my power to go with your Charmed power," he said, turning to Drake again.

"You mean the electricity thing?" Drake asked. "I did. Scared the hell out of me the first time I used it."

"Show me," said Adam with a huge grin on his face.

"I think we'd better get inside before we start displaying more of our powers in public," said Shae. "Dad'll flip out."

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