A/N: Hello everyone. I read an amazing story called "Charmed Forever" by JustEs a few months ago (btw you should totally check it out!) about a rewrite of the series finale episode in Charmed. This is how this idea was born. Special thanks and eternal gratitude to DeathDaisy as well for all her patience in dealing with me while she did the editing on this baby. I think its needless to say that I own nada :D
Chapter 1: Something wicca this way comes.
Edward has just gone with his brothers for his bachelor hunting party and I was left lying on my bed. The light of the full moon bathed me in its light and everything inside me told me to run away from the wedding but I knew I couldn't. I was honoring my part of the deal, I told myself.
Sighing I flung my legs over the side of the bed and walked downstairs resuming my 'walking lessons' Alice had imposed on me. I strapped a pair of ridiculously high heeled sandals on my feet and started walking up and down the corridor trying not to sound like a major in the army. Alice's words, not mine. Ten laps up and down the corridor I heard Charlie shout and bottles breaking. I ran downstairs as fast as I could when I heard voices and stopped dead on my tracks.
"She's getting married tomorrow Andy. She doesn't know. It's too late to tell her now"
"Who doesn't know what, Charlie?
Mom cut in. I knelt next to the stairs and listened in.
"Renée... what are you doing here?"
"Bella didn't want a full bachelorette party. I came to spend the night with her but do not change the subject on me Charles Taylor Swan"
oh oh full name. I remember similar voices when mom and dad argued when I was little.
"Please Charlie, I need to see her"
The man said again. A female voice added then
"Tell her we're here for the wedding"
Charlie made a choking sound at that reminding me just how excited he was about my upcoming nuptials.
"Bella can you come down here please?"
Charlie shouted. Oops busted. Rolling my eyes I went to the living room. Renee was standing with her arms crossed confront of her chest glaring at Charlie. A man was sitting on the couch and a woman was sitting on the arm of the couch next to him.
Charlie looked like a man on death row. Everyone turned to look at me. I blushed under the attention and trailed to Charlie.
"Bella, Renee, there is something I need to tell you"
From the corner of my eye I saw the woman grip the man's hand.
"What is it?"
"Bella... you are.."
I finished the sentenced for him. Everyone's eyes widened comically. Mom whipped around fast at me and laughed without humor.
"Bella don't be absurd"
Charlie answered both of us.
"How long have you known?"
Charlie asked sadly and sat on the coffee table in front of me holding my hand. I pointed to my left cheek showing my dimples.
"I have dimples. Neither of you have them. Plus grams may have mentioned that I was a boy in the sonograms. I've known since 5th grade"
I could feeling the sudden need to hide behind Charlie's legs as I explained. Mom sat next to me holding me hand, realization hitting her.
"How can you be so calm?"
"Because you're my parents, mom. How did you adopt me?"
"We didn't, sort of"
Mom sent dad a hard penetrating glare and answered me.
"My water broke in here. I remember giving birth and I remember passing out right after I held you"
"The baby was a stillborn. It was a boy."
Dad walked to the fireplace and took a picture of the mantle. He sat back down on the coffee table and showed it to me.
"That's him. I didn't know what to do or how to tell Renee and right then Andy and Prue came. They were holding a bundle in a light purple blanket. You. You were the tiniest baby I've ever seen and so quiet"
"so you just took me?"
he nodded sadly
"no wonder I'm not maternal at all"
Mom mumbled with a chuckle. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. That tiny thing in the picture is the only time Charlie saw his real baby. Its a picture of a dead baby! I stood up
"Where are you going?"
Mom asked me and I sniffled
"I want my cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon"
"I'll go make it"
Renée whispered and left the room still grasping the photo. I pointed to the silent couple in the loveseat
"And you are..."
"I'm Andy Trudeau and this is Prue Halliwell"
"I thought your name would start with a P"
Prue snarled glaring at Charlie
"my middle name is Payton"
I answered feeling a strangely territorial. Charlie and Andy smirked.
"Why are you here?"
"We wanted to meet you. So you're getting married tomorrow, huh?"
Andy said looking as uncomfortable as I felt. I nodded. I realized that Andy looked like a younger, mustache-less version of Charlie
"Are you two related?"
"Actually bells, Andy is my nephew"
"Hmm... wait, the same Andy who died a few years ago and you were broken up about it until you went fishing?"
I asked smirking and raising my eyebrow. Dad's cheeks reddened
"erm yeah... he sort of came to the boat, scared the crap out of Billy by the way, and explained what he was to me."
"What are you?"
Prue's smirk mirrored my own. I asked Andy casually
"a white lighter"
he said with a light blush coloring his cheeks
"Sort of guardian angel for witches"
I shrugged casually even though I felt as if my head would explode with all the new information
"You're ok with your dad being a whitelighter"
Prue asked me with wide eyes disbelieving. My nostrils flared
"first of all just because you gave birth to me doesn't make you my parents. it just makes you the sperm donor and the oven. Charlie and Renée are my mom and dad, they raised me"
I took a calming breath as mom came back tot h living room holding a tray.
"Plus my fiancée is a vampire and my best friend is a werewolf. Nothing really freaks me out anymore"
I couldn't help my stomach from charming at the word 'fiancé' and I realized my mouth betrayed me but it was too late to take it back. Not to mention I felt like a load had been lifted off my shoulders. I expected a scolding tirade but not the laughter that filed Charlie's living room.
"Oh please I can kill them both for breakfast"
Prue bragged. Andy rolled his eyes
He snickered. I put my head on Charlie's shoulder feeling as if I was watching a sitcom while mom was stroking my hair.