Not quite like a Halliwell
Disclaimer: Charmed belongs to Brad Kern, Constance M. Burge, the late Aaron Spelling, the WB and TNT. Firefly/Serenity belongs to Joss Whedon and I believe the Sci-Fi channel. The lyric belongs to Utada Hikaru, the English theme to KHII, Passion
A/N: This chapter isn’t much of anything. I guess you could say it’s a sort of introduction that needs to be done. To shed more light into how this story is going to be and is probably NOT what people were thinking *Smiles* I’ll try to be quicker in my updates.
The future was shining on everywhere
From Phoebe’s vision: Four they will be alone
They'd always been together. The four of them.
Even before man had left the Earth for the stars there had been four of them. Even when one had left and an unknown third had come as if from the sky, in essence there had always been four. Separated there had been four. In Death there had been four. And in life again there was four.
Their mothers had been very close and had raised the distant cousins as if they were brothers. Distance meant nothing if you are a Halliwell but family meant the world-no-the 'verse over. They were brothers in all the ways that counted. They had made it official just incase someone would have wanted to dare argue their loyalty, their closeness. It had been done one fine summer when the oldest had been sixteen and the youngest seven. Under the setting sun by the water and over a small campfire they’d become blood brothers. It had been Paul’s idea and in retrospect, probably not his brightest seeing as Padgett and Peyton had ended up with infections. Padgett had convinced Peyton to go into the water. Plato hadn’t listened and besides he didn’t like the water. Though he had ended up sick because Paul had sneezed on him and as the ways of boys who shared everything they had all ended up sick. It had been their best one.
That fine summer.
They were truly close the four of them. They did every thing together. In addition, as that faithful summer had showed, they shared everything. Illness. Toys. Food. Ideas. Secrets. Friends. There was one unfortunate time they had all shared a girl and hadn’t known it. THAT wasn’t a time they cared to reflect much on, that was unless Padgett wanted to be an ass. Padgett was a true stubborn ass. Then again, he was a Halliwell. Since time memoriam, Halliwells have been stubborn asses. Past the boys' parents, past the Charmed ones (all four of them), past P. Bowen, even past the Enchantress. It was a rule somewhere that Halliwells (no matter what their last name) would be pig-headed, stubborn, and strong-willed. Moreover, that trait would cause problems amongst four growing boys. Lots and lots of problems.
Peyton and Plato hated that Paul was a walking pig-sty and that whatever he touched became a virtual mess. Paul and Plato hated that Padgett refused to heed orders. And Plato’s callousness at times to Padgett? Never ceased to pissed Peyton and Paul off. Not to mention that Peyton’s nit-picking got on the nerves of his cousins in various degrees. Being close didn’t necessarily mean that they always got along. They fought. Hard. Many times they disliked each other. Greatly. That was why it was better for them to do their own things. That was why it was good that they could go off and be on their own at times, however, still knowing that they had three pairs of hands ready to catch them when they fell. No family could hold a grudge like the Halliwells but just as lucky none could forgive quite like them either.
It was why about nine and a half years into the future (give or take a few months) of that fine summer they could forgive their great-aunt for leaving them alone in the universe. For dying and never telling them the importance of four.
It was such a seemingly unimportant number, four. Not as idealistic as one nor intimate as two. Not as blessed as nine or seven, definitely not as cursed as six. It was one more than the charming three; it was just four. A companion for the third that was a crowd. It was just four. Why would they even realize that there was an importance to the number? Why would it matter that they weren’t told? Just two groups of two. The four cardinal virtues. North, South East, and West. Four states of being. Earth, Water, Fire and Air.
What was so damn important about four?
They were about to find out.
Luckily for an old soul, who’d kept such secrets before, no one handled the sudden thrust into power quite like a Halliwell.
A/N2 (edited 10/09/07): I went back and brushed it up a little bit, keeping the core the same. As I was reading it I realized that somethings might not be clear. These boys? Padgett, Paul, Peyton, and Plato are the Charmed Ones (Phoebe, Piper, Prue, and Paige --- not respectively) reincarnated. I thought it would be more fun to make them boys than have them come back as girls *grins*. The reincarnation bit and who is who should be more clear through the chapters (I also have a chapter planned where I just tell ya but that is WAY down the road). There are clues here as to which male was which female, in this chapter. Also I am keeping some things (if you search you'll see it in this chapter too lol) similar to the Charmed Ones history, that should also help. I hope I made it clearer :-)