Post by Black Illyria on Dec 21, 2008 4:26:57 GMT -8
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Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms and canon characters used. Only the original characters named, so far, are mine. I make no money from the making of this story. I only enjoyed writing it for the enjoyment of my readers.
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Fandom: Charmed.
Generation: Blessed.
Cameo: Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Missouri, John.
The Covenant: Reid Garwin, Pogue Perry, Tyler Simms, Caleb Danvers, and Aaron Abbott.
Blood Ties: Henry and Coreen.
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Rated: R (at the moment) for language.
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Note: The first story is for the first group...obviously. Though, the second group, the 'doubles' of Phoebe's children, will most likely come in at a later date.
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Summary: Each trio of Blessed Children seems to have a double out in the word, even if they aren't related, or even look identical. The phrase 'Evil Twin' was there for a reason, but these kids aren't evil. They are just Hunter-raised Witches. Winchester-style Raised Witches.
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Prologue:
Kyle was the eldest of them all, 25, born the same day as the Twice Blessed, the same time, the exact same moment. Missouri once called her the female equivalent of him, not that Kyle liked that any. She had heard of the 'curse' put on their style Witch, their particular Covenant style Witch. It was about a century before the birth of Melinda Warren that it happened. The Five Families of Ipswich, the Sons as they are called today, put it upon them when one of their sons was mistaken for a demon and vanquished. Kyle was from one of the Old English Covens, one that seperated from the Ipswich Covenant when all they started to have was one son per family, the rest were daughters.
Lindsay was the next up at 22, born the same day as Chris Halliwell, but three hours later. Her family was originally from Ipswich, having moved to NYC when it was founded. Lindsay had a brother, elder, who had the Power. He was also vanquished by a Halliwell, not that Prue Halliwell remembered that. The Cleaners wiped it from her mind and let things go on as planned. Lindsay held no hard feelings against the Halliwells, especially when her brother turned up to be her White Lighter. Yeah, Lindsay is Kyle's little sister, but the sore subject is that their brother was Kyle's twin, Kerry. Lindsay is straight Wiccan, like the Halliwells and Warren line, but Kyle is both from the Coven of Power and a Wiccan, which is a pain but it works...kinda.
Then there is Marty, at 20. Call him Marton. Daddy's little dalliance as their mother called him, but Lindsay and Kyle love their brother to pieces. Marton is both Coven and Wiccan like Kyle. And he gets along rather well with Kerry when he comes by. Once an Elder stopped by to tell Kerry to stop associating with those of the Coven of Silence and Kerry told the Elder off, telling Gideon that he'd associate with his siblings if he damn well felt like it. Kerry laughed and actually did a dance of joy when he heard what Leo had done. And when Marton was 7, Lindsay at 9, and Kyle at 12, their mother had had enough and abandoned them in the woods near where her brother John was 'hunting' with his boys.
And that is where this story starts for Kyle, Lindsay, and Marton, when John Winchester, along with 14 year old Dean and 10 year old Sam, found them, sitting in a circle of Power, created by the three young Witches.
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Chapter One: 'Holy Hannah':
Kyle could feel the cold, having wrapped her heavy coat around her younger siblings, but refused to show it. She absolutely refused to tremble. Or shiver, or anything. She just stood there behind Linds and Marty, towering over them since they were sitting. The three children had been taken from their beds, each had a backpack packed, then were packed in the car, driven a long long ways, and abandoned in a demon infested forest. Yeah, their so called Mother had said that their Uncle was hunting there with their cousins, but Kyle didn't really care all that much. All she cared about was making sure that her siblings even survived the night. The one thing that sucked was that their 'mother' had packed them clothes, but no food or water of any kind. Not even a mint or stick of gum. Hence the sucky-ness.
Kyle's head whipped to the side when she heard a sound, footsteps and voices. She didn't want to take chances, so she made Marty and Linds form a circle with her, their belongings in the center. Kyle's eyes bled black after a flicker of flame, the pre-teen raising her hands, one to her brother and the other to her sister. Marty's eyes bled black as well, laying a raised hand palm to palm with Kyle, then waited for Lindsay. Lindsay took a breath, a wind picking up around them. She laid a hand palm to palm with Marty and her sister.
We ask the goddess of the Earth, They chanted, not knowing that the approaching people heard them, and we ask the God in Heaven. We ask you, Mother Earth and Father Heaven to protect us.
John Winchester looked over to his sons. Witches, He thought to himself, knowing the voices sounded deadly familiar.
"Oh god..." He said softly.
The demon that they had been hunting was making a break for the young Witches and made a choice. Dean and Sam followed their father when he ran toward the chanting little voices.
"Dad..." Dean panted, yelling over the voices and the wind, "what's going on?"
John didn't stop or turn to Dean, just answered him, his eyes on his target.
"The demon's going after the Witches!" He yelled back.
We ask the goddess of the Earth and we ask the God in Heaven. We ask you, Mother Earth and Father Heaven, protect us! The chanting voices were screaming now.
John stopped in his tracks when he saw the three young Witches. It was them, his sister's children. He had only JUST heard that Marty wasn't biologically Maria's, always sensing the woman's seeming disdain for the child.
"Get in their circle!" He yelled to Dean and Sam, "NOW!"
Before Dean and Sam could move, they dissolved into blue/white orbs, reappearing in the center of the circle, still standing. John looked to his side to see a pre-teen young man smiling up at him.
"Sorry that I'm late, Uncle John," Kerry yelled over the wind and voices, "cover them with the shotgun, I've got the demon."
John put his hand on the young White Lighter's shoulder.
"He'll kill you, Kerry!"
Kerry smiled grimly at his uncle.
"You can't kill what's already dead!"
Kerry walked toward the demon, who was advancing on his brother, his sisters, and his cousins. He let loose volley after volley of something that closely resembled Sith Lightning, as Dean was mentally calling it. Kerry was calling insults, rather vulgar, crude and dirty ones, to the demon, trying to get it to come after him, hoping that his Uncle John would get it before the demon DID try to shred him.
"DAD!" Sam screamed when the demon jumped at them.
John was about to have a train-wreck moment, just watching as the demon bounced off a clear blue shield that formed around the five children. A tall blonde pre-teen walked out of the tree line, his hand raised toward the five, a look of concentration on his face. A younger looking young man, looked about the same age as Lindsay, walked out with him, holding his brother's hand, a little girl holding his other.
"Get the demon!" The middle boy yelled to John, knocking the eldest Winchester into action.
John raised the shot gun, unloading shot after shot into it, giving the blond young man time to get to Dean, Sam, Kyle, Lindsay, and Marton. When the shield dropped, all hell broke loose, if it hadn't already. Marton collapsed into the arms of the middle child, the little girl helping Lindsay to her feet. But Kyle...She stood up and stood before the other two's brother, the two just staring at each other before they nodded. The boy turned, a...HUGE EFFING SWORD appearing in his hand. Kyle smirked and a weapon that looked like it popped out of Buffy had appeared in her hand. Kyle and the boy turned to each other, both smiling. John called to them, but couldn't stop them as they rushed the demon. He smirked, though, when they caught him off-guard, Kyle going high, while the boy went low.
"That's my girl," He whispered as Kyle sliced the demon's head off with a triumphant cheer, putting the spiked end of her weapon into it's heart.
The demon fell to the ground in pieces, Kyle and the boy staring at each other, panting.
"That was so cool!!!!" Marty cheered, then looked at John, "did you see that, Uncle John? Kyle went high, while Wyatt went low..."
Everyone turned to Marty, who was currently looking rather sheepish.
"Did I mention that my first Wiccan power was foresight?" Then Marty smiled brightly, "plus, who WOULDN'T know the Twice Blessed Child? Both of them?"
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How's that, guys? Reviews are much appreciated and flames are not. Flame me and I'll sic Azazel on you!
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Chapter Two:
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Disclaimer is still the same, kiddies! I don't own the Al-Behd language either. I just borrowed it for the trio's sibling speech. I don't make a claim to Final Fantasy, cause that belongs to the people who created it, whoever they are.
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"What do you mean...'Both'?" John asked his nephew.
Marton smirked, then looked at his sisters.
"Rao, fryd tu oui drehg?" He asked Kyle.
Kyle smirked, "Oui zicd muja du clnaf fedr paupma."
Marton cocked his head and nodded. Kyle rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Wyatt's just straight Wiccan, even if his dad was an Elder upon Wyatt's conception," Marton told his Uncle, "Kyle is both Wiccan and Coven of Silence. Wyatt was the Prophecied Twice Blessed. Kyle's the Unseen One."
"Damn..." was all John could say in reply.
"Got that right," Kyle chuckled.
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Piper searched the house for her children, but couldn't find them, calling frantically to her husband, her sisters...anyone who would help. At least, until Kerry orbed in.
"Geez, Piper, take a chill pill, I know where the Golden Trio are," He called to the woman.
Piper stopped and turned on the pre-teen Elder.
"Where?" She asked, looking almost furious.
Kerry's eyes narrowed at Piper's unvoiced implication. He didn't like what the woman was implying in the slightest bit.
"Wyatt felt a call for help," Kerry said coolly, "he would have left on his own, but Chris and Prue refused to let him."
Piper was cowed by the look the boy gave her. Why did she have the feeling that this was personal for him? Very personal.
"Who was it?" Phoebe asked softly, before Piper could speak.
Kerry looked sadly at Phoebe and Coop shivered.
"His sister. The innocent was his twin..."
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"Cu fryd? Cu E clnaf fedr dras. Oui tu ed duu, zicd yc silr yc E tu."
Marton's eyes narrowed at his sister in their usual sibling rivalry.
"Pid ev ed ec cusadrehk fedr yc rayjo yh esbmelydeuh yc paehk dra Ihcaah Uha, Synduh, E tuh'd vilg fedr baubma! E muja oui, pypo pnudran, pid drec ech'd cusadrehk du get ypuid. E tuh'd sayh du oamm yd oui, E tuh'd...E zicd..." Kyle rubbed her forehead.
Marton wrapped his arms around his sister, muttering to her in their silly little sibling language, Lindsay asleep in Dean's lap as John talked to Wyatt. Marton and Kyle felt some great power 'orbing' in and their eyes went black instantly, only fading when Wyatt's hand fell upon Kyle's shoulder.
"It's okay," He said softly.
Kerry and a couple of other Whitelighters orbed in with the Charmed Ones, and the other groups of Blessed Children. Piper saw Kyle glaring at her, keeping Marton behind her, with Wyatt's hand holding her back. John stood in front of Dean, who held Lindsay tight against him, Sam hiding behind Chris and Prue.
"These poor babies..." Phoebe said softly, feeling Kyle and her siblings' sense of abandonment, then she turned to her sisters, "they were left here. Someone just left them here..."
Kyle stiffened, Wyatt's fingers squeezing lightly. Kyle looked at the other 'Twice Blessed' and sighed, relaxing considerably. Piper looked at the children in shock, compared to her own. Kyle was almost as tall as Wyatt, her hair almost the same shade of blond with very tight curls, instead of Wyatt's unruly and wavy ones. Her skin was just a scant shade lighter than her son's, while her eyes were so incredibly lighter.
Then she saw Lindsay, who stood next to Chris, the two children almost a perfect match, except for the shade of their eyes. Lindsay's were a dark sapphire blue, while Chris' were a clear crystal blue. The two stood hand in hand, Lindsay looking as weary as her sister. And Marton stood next to Prue, standing almost completely in front of the girl, looking defiantly at her. Their hair was the same shade of golden blonde, a completely different shade of their eldest siblings. She was so amazed at the resemblance between these children and her own. She was almost about to suggest keeping them for herself when she saw the look on John's face, as well as those of his sons.
"Rao, Goma, fryd tu oui drehg uv dras?" Marton called to his sister.
Kyle held a hand back to her little brother, feeling the little boy take it, bringing Prue forward with him, sensing Lindsay and Chris joining them in a tight knit group, holding on to each other for dear life.
"Ruhacdmo?"
"Hu cred, Cranmulg!"
"E't cyo dnicd dras. Fro, oui ycg? Palyica Foydd yht rec cepmehkc tu."
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With puppy dog eyes from Chris and Prue, John had been talked into letting the group orb all of them back to San Francisco. The house next to them, which Piper's ex had once lived in, was open, with enough bedrooms for each of the children. Dean and Kyle had their own rooms as the eldest children, Sam shared with Marton, at the two boys' insistence, and Lindsay had her own, which was warded by Piper, Phoebe and Paige. Marton's and Sam's, as well, since Sam's new found, and very unwanted, connection to Azazel. Kyle sat on the foyer floor with Paige's children: Henry Jr, Penny, and Melinda.
Alan, as he insisted on her calling him, was about 7, like Marton. Penny and her twin, Mel, were 5. Kyle sat as the trio were practically puppy piled onto her, listening to them as they told her stories, things their parents told them. Then Phoebe's 9 year old daughter, Patty, sat with them. Her sisters: 7 year old Cassie and 5 year old Charlie, joined her not long after. The six children started to beg Kyle to tell them stories.
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Chapter Three: Four Years Later:
"Incoming!" A, now, teen Kyle yelled as she and Chris crashed to the floor in their landing.
A Scale demon, nicknamed the Sinscale, since they worked for Sin, the elder half brother of Azazel, formed two fireballs and launched them at the two teens.
"Rumo Cred Cduns uv Suhgao Pnyehat Yccraytc!" Kyle yelled as Wyatt vanquished the Sinscale demon with a flick of his wrist.
Wyatt stood above his brother and girlfriend, staring at the two in amusement, his arms crossed and his foot tapping.
"The demon started it?" Kyle said weakly.
Wyatt rolled his eyes and helped them to their feet. Kyle planted a kiss on Wyatt's cheek with a smile, while Chris just thanked his brother sheepisly, brushing himself off before he walked away. Dean, now 18, ducked his head into the foyer.
"A Sinscale?"
Wyatt nodded and Dean crowed.
"Mark one pycdynt Cehclyma down!" He called to his dad, who was walking down the stairs.
John looked at his son in confusion and Dean shook his head.
"One Sinscale down, Dad."
"Ah. Let me guess," John tapped his chin, "a Sinscale followed your sister and Chris..."
Dean nodded, snickering softly. Which earned him a pop upside his head from said girl, who was now standing beside him, Wyatt behind her with his arms around her waist.
"Then they made a crash landing from what I heard..."
"Yup," Kyle chuckled, groaning softly, "we, SO, need to work on Chris' kamikaze landings..."
Wyatt leaned his head on Kyle's, snickering into her hair. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Quit picking on the poor guy," Sam chided his sister playfully, earning a glare and middle finger from Kyle.
John and Sam went into the kitchen, bringing the potion ingredients that Piper had asked them to grab. Wyatt took Kyle upstairs to his room, sitting on the bed with her. Kyle shucked her shirt, knowing that she had her sports bra on under, seeing as she had been at the gym when Chris found her. Wyatt winced at the forming bruise across her ribs.
"You took the brunt for him again, didn't you?" He asked softly, putting his hands to her side to Heal her.
Kyle nodded. She always took the brunt. It was just the way it was with her, whether her own siblings, Wyatt's brother and sister, or whether it be his cousins. She never understood why her mother hated Marton, at least until Kerry had told them a few months into their new life in San Francisco. She knew that Marton was her half brother, yes, but she didn't know that it was why her 'mother' hated him. She hated Marton cause he was irrefutable proof that her husband cheated on her. Kerry had died before Marton was born, making it to where his share of Power was passed to Marton, along with Kerry's sense of control with it. But it had also seemed that Kerry aged along with his twin and would until they reached 25.
"Yeah," She sighed, leaning on Wyatt, smiling softly at the welcome warmth of his skin, since hers was oh-so-cold from the wild goose chase that she and Chris had tried to lead the Sinscale demon on, "but, then again, Mujan, you know me."
Wyatt raised a brow at Kyle, his girlfriend having called him Mujan again. What the hell does that mean? He asked himself. He knew that it was in Kyle, Linds', and Marty's secret, or not so secret, language, but he didn't really know what half of it meant.
"What does Mujan mean?" He asked her.
Kyle smiled. She was impressed that it took him this long to ask him this.
"Mujan means lover, Muja means love. So Muja means my love."
"Ah."
Now the comments, that she's made over time, had made since. Kyle cupped Wyatt's cheek when he had pulled his hands away from her, having fully healed her side.
"Oui yna y jano payidevim syh yht oui tuh'd pameaja ed y ped," She told him.
He looked at her with confusion, only making her shake her head.
"I have the feeling you called me something..." He said slowly.
Kyle smiled again, "I had told you that you are a very beautiful man and that you don't believe it a bit."
Wyatt nodded, leaning his head to the side.
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Piper, John, Leo, and the other parents put the food on the table while the elder children: Dean, Sam, Kyle, Wyatt, Alan, and Patty, were watching their younger siblings play on the jungle gym. At least until a bully had pushed Charlotte off. Kyle was up before the others could stop her, picking Charlotte up, balancing the 9 year old on her hip with amazing ease, and glared at the bully.
"Keep your hands to yourself, buddy," She hissed at him, fighting to keep her eyes from flaring.
The kid looked, unsurprisingly, smug.
"Then tell the little bitch to stay out of my way," He told her with crossed arms.
Kyle closed her eyes for a second, setting Charlotte on her feet.
"Go to Wyatt, baby girl," She told Charlotte, "second thought, go get my dad."
"Why?" The bully laughed, "you gonna sic him on me?"
Kyle growled, "No," she turned to him, her eyes pure black, "he's gonna pull me off you."
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms and canon characters used. Only the original characters named, so far, are mine. I make no money from the making of this story. I only enjoyed writing it for the enjoyment of my readers.
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Fandom: Charmed.
Generation: Blessed.
Cameo: Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Missouri, John.
The Covenant: Reid Garwin, Pogue Perry, Tyler Simms, Caleb Danvers, and Aaron Abbott.
Blood Ties: Henry and Coreen.
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Rated: R (at the moment) for language.
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Note: The first story is for the first group...obviously. Though, the second group, the 'doubles' of Phoebe's children, will most likely come in at a later date.
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Summary: Each trio of Blessed Children seems to have a double out in the word, even if they aren't related, or even look identical. The phrase 'Evil Twin' was there for a reason, but these kids aren't evil. They are just Hunter-raised Witches. Winchester-style Raised Witches.
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Prologue:
Kyle was the eldest of them all, 25, born the same day as the Twice Blessed, the same time, the exact same moment. Missouri once called her the female equivalent of him, not that Kyle liked that any. She had heard of the 'curse' put on their style Witch, their particular Covenant style Witch. It was about a century before the birth of Melinda Warren that it happened. The Five Families of Ipswich, the Sons as they are called today, put it upon them when one of their sons was mistaken for a demon and vanquished. Kyle was from one of the Old English Covens, one that seperated from the Ipswich Covenant when all they started to have was one son per family, the rest were daughters.
Lindsay was the next up at 22, born the same day as Chris Halliwell, but three hours later. Her family was originally from Ipswich, having moved to NYC when it was founded. Lindsay had a brother, elder, who had the Power. He was also vanquished by a Halliwell, not that Prue Halliwell remembered that. The Cleaners wiped it from her mind and let things go on as planned. Lindsay held no hard feelings against the Halliwells, especially when her brother turned up to be her White Lighter. Yeah, Lindsay is Kyle's little sister, but the sore subject is that their brother was Kyle's twin, Kerry. Lindsay is straight Wiccan, like the Halliwells and Warren line, but Kyle is both from the Coven of Power and a Wiccan, which is a pain but it works...kinda.
Then there is Marty, at 20. Call him Marton. Daddy's little dalliance as their mother called him, but Lindsay and Kyle love their brother to pieces. Marton is both Coven and Wiccan like Kyle. And he gets along rather well with Kerry when he comes by. Once an Elder stopped by to tell Kerry to stop associating with those of the Coven of Silence and Kerry told the Elder off, telling Gideon that he'd associate with his siblings if he damn well felt like it. Kerry laughed and actually did a dance of joy when he heard what Leo had done. And when Marton was 7, Lindsay at 9, and Kyle at 12, their mother had had enough and abandoned them in the woods near where her brother John was 'hunting' with his boys.
And that is where this story starts for Kyle, Lindsay, and Marton, when John Winchester, along with 14 year old Dean and 10 year old Sam, found them, sitting in a circle of Power, created by the three young Witches.
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Chapter One: 'Holy Hannah':
Kyle could feel the cold, having wrapped her heavy coat around her younger siblings, but refused to show it. She absolutely refused to tremble. Or shiver, or anything. She just stood there behind Linds and Marty, towering over them since they were sitting. The three children had been taken from their beds, each had a backpack packed, then were packed in the car, driven a long long ways, and abandoned in a demon infested forest. Yeah, their so called Mother had said that their Uncle was hunting there with their cousins, but Kyle didn't really care all that much. All she cared about was making sure that her siblings even survived the night. The one thing that sucked was that their 'mother' had packed them clothes, but no food or water of any kind. Not even a mint or stick of gum. Hence the sucky-ness.
Kyle's head whipped to the side when she heard a sound, footsteps and voices. She didn't want to take chances, so she made Marty and Linds form a circle with her, their belongings in the center. Kyle's eyes bled black after a flicker of flame, the pre-teen raising her hands, one to her brother and the other to her sister. Marty's eyes bled black as well, laying a raised hand palm to palm with Kyle, then waited for Lindsay. Lindsay took a breath, a wind picking up around them. She laid a hand palm to palm with Marty and her sister.
We ask the goddess of the Earth, They chanted, not knowing that the approaching people heard them, and we ask the God in Heaven. We ask you, Mother Earth and Father Heaven to protect us.
John Winchester looked over to his sons. Witches, He thought to himself, knowing the voices sounded deadly familiar.
"Oh god..." He said softly.
The demon that they had been hunting was making a break for the young Witches and made a choice. Dean and Sam followed their father when he ran toward the chanting little voices.
"Dad..." Dean panted, yelling over the voices and the wind, "what's going on?"
John didn't stop or turn to Dean, just answered him, his eyes on his target.
"The demon's going after the Witches!" He yelled back.
We ask the goddess of the Earth and we ask the God in Heaven. We ask you, Mother Earth and Father Heaven, protect us! The chanting voices were screaming now.
John stopped in his tracks when he saw the three young Witches. It was them, his sister's children. He had only JUST heard that Marty wasn't biologically Maria's, always sensing the woman's seeming disdain for the child.
"Get in their circle!" He yelled to Dean and Sam, "NOW!"
Before Dean and Sam could move, they dissolved into blue/white orbs, reappearing in the center of the circle, still standing. John looked to his side to see a pre-teen young man smiling up at him.
"Sorry that I'm late, Uncle John," Kerry yelled over the wind and voices, "cover them with the shotgun, I've got the demon."
John put his hand on the young White Lighter's shoulder.
"He'll kill you, Kerry!"
Kerry smiled grimly at his uncle.
"You can't kill what's already dead!"
Kerry walked toward the demon, who was advancing on his brother, his sisters, and his cousins. He let loose volley after volley of something that closely resembled Sith Lightning, as Dean was mentally calling it. Kerry was calling insults, rather vulgar, crude and dirty ones, to the demon, trying to get it to come after him, hoping that his Uncle John would get it before the demon DID try to shred him.
"DAD!" Sam screamed when the demon jumped at them.
John was about to have a train-wreck moment, just watching as the demon bounced off a clear blue shield that formed around the five children. A tall blonde pre-teen walked out of the tree line, his hand raised toward the five, a look of concentration on his face. A younger looking young man, looked about the same age as Lindsay, walked out with him, holding his brother's hand, a little girl holding his other.
"Get the demon!" The middle boy yelled to John, knocking the eldest Winchester into action.
John raised the shot gun, unloading shot after shot into it, giving the blond young man time to get to Dean, Sam, Kyle, Lindsay, and Marton. When the shield dropped, all hell broke loose, if it hadn't already. Marton collapsed into the arms of the middle child, the little girl helping Lindsay to her feet. But Kyle...She stood up and stood before the other two's brother, the two just staring at each other before they nodded. The boy turned, a...HUGE EFFING SWORD appearing in his hand. Kyle smirked and a weapon that looked like it popped out of Buffy had appeared in her hand. Kyle and the boy turned to each other, both smiling. John called to them, but couldn't stop them as they rushed the demon. He smirked, though, when they caught him off-guard, Kyle going high, while the boy went low.
"That's my girl," He whispered as Kyle sliced the demon's head off with a triumphant cheer, putting the spiked end of her weapon into it's heart.
The demon fell to the ground in pieces, Kyle and the boy staring at each other, panting.
"That was so cool!!!!" Marty cheered, then looked at John, "did you see that, Uncle John? Kyle went high, while Wyatt went low..."
Everyone turned to Marty, who was currently looking rather sheepish.
"Did I mention that my first Wiccan power was foresight?" Then Marty smiled brightly, "plus, who WOULDN'T know the Twice Blessed Child? Both of them?"
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How's that, guys? Reviews are much appreciated and flames are not. Flame me and I'll sic Azazel on you!
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Chapter Two:
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Disclaimer is still the same, kiddies! I don't own the Al-Behd language either. I just borrowed it for the trio's sibling speech. I don't make a claim to Final Fantasy, cause that belongs to the people who created it, whoever they are.
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"What do you mean...'Both'?" John asked his nephew.
Marton smirked, then looked at his sisters.
"Rao, fryd tu oui drehg?" He asked Kyle.
Kyle smirked, "Oui zicd muja du clnaf fedr paupma."
Marton cocked his head and nodded. Kyle rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Wyatt's just straight Wiccan, even if his dad was an Elder upon Wyatt's conception," Marton told his Uncle, "Kyle is both Wiccan and Coven of Silence. Wyatt was the Prophecied Twice Blessed. Kyle's the Unseen One."
"Damn..." was all John could say in reply.
"Got that right," Kyle chuckled.
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Piper searched the house for her children, but couldn't find them, calling frantically to her husband, her sisters...anyone who would help. At least, until Kerry orbed in.
"Geez, Piper, take a chill pill, I know where the Golden Trio are," He called to the woman.
Piper stopped and turned on the pre-teen Elder.
"Where?" She asked, looking almost furious.
Kerry's eyes narrowed at Piper's unvoiced implication. He didn't like what the woman was implying in the slightest bit.
"Wyatt felt a call for help," Kerry said coolly, "he would have left on his own, but Chris and Prue refused to let him."
Piper was cowed by the look the boy gave her. Why did she have the feeling that this was personal for him? Very personal.
"Who was it?" Phoebe asked softly, before Piper could speak.
Kerry looked sadly at Phoebe and Coop shivered.
"His sister. The innocent was his twin..."
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"Cu fryd? Cu E clnaf fedr dras. Oui tu ed duu, zicd yc silr yc E tu."
Marton's eyes narrowed at his sister in their usual sibling rivalry.
"Pid ev ed ec cusadrehk fedr yc rayjo yh esbmelydeuh yc paehk dra Ihcaah Uha, Synduh, E tuh'd vilg fedr baubma! E muja oui, pypo pnudran, pid drec ech'd cusadrehk du get ypuid. E tuh'd sayh du oamm yd oui, E tuh'd...E zicd..." Kyle rubbed her forehead.
Marton wrapped his arms around his sister, muttering to her in their silly little sibling language, Lindsay asleep in Dean's lap as John talked to Wyatt. Marton and Kyle felt some great power 'orbing' in and their eyes went black instantly, only fading when Wyatt's hand fell upon Kyle's shoulder.
"It's okay," He said softly.
Kerry and a couple of other Whitelighters orbed in with the Charmed Ones, and the other groups of Blessed Children. Piper saw Kyle glaring at her, keeping Marton behind her, with Wyatt's hand holding her back. John stood in front of Dean, who held Lindsay tight against him, Sam hiding behind Chris and Prue.
"These poor babies..." Phoebe said softly, feeling Kyle and her siblings' sense of abandonment, then she turned to her sisters, "they were left here. Someone just left them here..."
Kyle stiffened, Wyatt's fingers squeezing lightly. Kyle looked at the other 'Twice Blessed' and sighed, relaxing considerably. Piper looked at the children in shock, compared to her own. Kyle was almost as tall as Wyatt, her hair almost the same shade of blond with very tight curls, instead of Wyatt's unruly and wavy ones. Her skin was just a scant shade lighter than her son's, while her eyes were so incredibly lighter.
Then she saw Lindsay, who stood next to Chris, the two children almost a perfect match, except for the shade of their eyes. Lindsay's were a dark sapphire blue, while Chris' were a clear crystal blue. The two stood hand in hand, Lindsay looking as weary as her sister. And Marton stood next to Prue, standing almost completely in front of the girl, looking defiantly at her. Their hair was the same shade of golden blonde, a completely different shade of their eldest siblings. She was so amazed at the resemblance between these children and her own. She was almost about to suggest keeping them for herself when she saw the look on John's face, as well as those of his sons.
"Rao, Goma, fryd tu oui drehg uv dras?" Marton called to his sister.
Kyle held a hand back to her little brother, feeling the little boy take it, bringing Prue forward with him, sensing Lindsay and Chris joining them in a tight knit group, holding on to each other for dear life.
"Ruhacdmo?"
"Hu cred, Cranmulg!"
"E't cyo dnicd dras. Fro, oui ycg? Palyica Foydd yht rec cepmehkc tu."
...
With puppy dog eyes from Chris and Prue, John had been talked into letting the group orb all of them back to San Francisco. The house next to them, which Piper's ex had once lived in, was open, with enough bedrooms for each of the children. Dean and Kyle had their own rooms as the eldest children, Sam shared with Marton, at the two boys' insistence, and Lindsay had her own, which was warded by Piper, Phoebe and Paige. Marton's and Sam's, as well, since Sam's new found, and very unwanted, connection to Azazel. Kyle sat on the foyer floor with Paige's children: Henry Jr, Penny, and Melinda.
Alan, as he insisted on her calling him, was about 7, like Marton. Penny and her twin, Mel, were 5. Kyle sat as the trio were practically puppy piled onto her, listening to them as they told her stories, things their parents told them. Then Phoebe's 9 year old daughter, Patty, sat with them. Her sisters: 7 year old Cassie and 5 year old Charlie, joined her not long after. The six children started to beg Kyle to tell them stories.
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Chapter Three: Four Years Later:
"Incoming!" A, now, teen Kyle yelled as she and Chris crashed to the floor in their landing.
A Scale demon, nicknamed the Sinscale, since they worked for Sin, the elder half brother of Azazel, formed two fireballs and launched them at the two teens.
"Rumo Cred Cduns uv Suhgao Pnyehat Yccraytc!" Kyle yelled as Wyatt vanquished the Sinscale demon with a flick of his wrist.
Wyatt stood above his brother and girlfriend, staring at the two in amusement, his arms crossed and his foot tapping.
"The demon started it?" Kyle said weakly.
Wyatt rolled his eyes and helped them to their feet. Kyle planted a kiss on Wyatt's cheek with a smile, while Chris just thanked his brother sheepisly, brushing himself off before he walked away. Dean, now 18, ducked his head into the foyer.
"A Sinscale?"
Wyatt nodded and Dean crowed.
"Mark one pycdynt Cehclyma down!" He called to his dad, who was walking down the stairs.
John looked at his son in confusion and Dean shook his head.
"One Sinscale down, Dad."
"Ah. Let me guess," John tapped his chin, "a Sinscale followed your sister and Chris..."
Dean nodded, snickering softly. Which earned him a pop upside his head from said girl, who was now standing beside him, Wyatt behind her with his arms around her waist.
"Then they made a crash landing from what I heard..."
"Yup," Kyle chuckled, groaning softly, "we, SO, need to work on Chris' kamikaze landings..."
Wyatt leaned his head on Kyle's, snickering into her hair. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Quit picking on the poor guy," Sam chided his sister playfully, earning a glare and middle finger from Kyle.
John and Sam went into the kitchen, bringing the potion ingredients that Piper had asked them to grab. Wyatt took Kyle upstairs to his room, sitting on the bed with her. Kyle shucked her shirt, knowing that she had her sports bra on under, seeing as she had been at the gym when Chris found her. Wyatt winced at the forming bruise across her ribs.
"You took the brunt for him again, didn't you?" He asked softly, putting his hands to her side to Heal her.
Kyle nodded. She always took the brunt. It was just the way it was with her, whether her own siblings, Wyatt's brother and sister, or whether it be his cousins. She never understood why her mother hated Marton, at least until Kerry had told them a few months into their new life in San Francisco. She knew that Marton was her half brother, yes, but she didn't know that it was why her 'mother' hated him. She hated Marton cause he was irrefutable proof that her husband cheated on her. Kerry had died before Marton was born, making it to where his share of Power was passed to Marton, along with Kerry's sense of control with it. But it had also seemed that Kerry aged along with his twin and would until they reached 25.
"Yeah," She sighed, leaning on Wyatt, smiling softly at the welcome warmth of his skin, since hers was oh-so-cold from the wild goose chase that she and Chris had tried to lead the Sinscale demon on, "but, then again, Mujan, you know me."
Wyatt raised a brow at Kyle, his girlfriend having called him Mujan again. What the hell does that mean? He asked himself. He knew that it was in Kyle, Linds', and Marty's secret, or not so secret, language, but he didn't really know what half of it meant.
"What does Mujan mean?" He asked her.
Kyle smiled. She was impressed that it took him this long to ask him this.
"Mujan means lover, Muja means love. So Muja means my love."
"Ah."
Now the comments, that she's made over time, had made since. Kyle cupped Wyatt's cheek when he had pulled his hands away from her, having fully healed her side.
"Oui yna y jano payidevim syh yht oui tuh'd pameaja ed y ped," She told him.
He looked at her with confusion, only making her shake her head.
"I have the feeling you called me something..." He said slowly.
Kyle smiled again, "I had told you that you are a very beautiful man and that you don't believe it a bit."
Wyatt nodded, leaning his head to the side.
...
Piper, John, Leo, and the other parents put the food on the table while the elder children: Dean, Sam, Kyle, Wyatt, Alan, and Patty, were watching their younger siblings play on the jungle gym. At least until a bully had pushed Charlotte off. Kyle was up before the others could stop her, picking Charlotte up, balancing the 9 year old on her hip with amazing ease, and glared at the bully.
"Keep your hands to yourself, buddy," She hissed at him, fighting to keep her eyes from flaring.
The kid looked, unsurprisingly, smug.
"Then tell the little bitch to stay out of my way," He told her with crossed arms.
Kyle closed her eyes for a second, setting Charlotte on her feet.
"Go to Wyatt, baby girl," She told Charlotte, "second thought, go get my dad."
"Why?" The bully laughed, "you gonna sic him on me?"
Kyle growled, "No," she turned to him, her eyes pure black, "he's gonna pull me off you."