Ascension of the Halliwells by bBsya-aJa

Premonition

A/N: Greetings readers! For those of you who have no idea what you have just stumbled upon, this is a story that crosses the Covenant over with hit TV supernatural series 'Charmed'. It is about the next generation of the Halliwells and the Sons of Ipswich. I'm aware that the timelines just don't match and that there are around two to three stories that have this type of crossover but I think I'm onto something and if you guys are interested in discovering my plot, be courteous enough to leave me a sign that I should continue. And now, without further ado, let me introduce Ascension of the Halliwells…

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Phyliss Halliwell woke up from her dream; beads of sweat trickling down the side of her face. She was panting for air as if she hadn't breathed in a week. Like in her dream. Or - more accurately - her nightmare. She was underground – and probably in the Underworld – by the looks of it and she was tied up. To a stake, no less. But it hadn't been her body… she had been stuck in another's. Probably a boy's, because she could definitely something missing – and at the same time, extra - with her body. Did I forget to mention the fact that there was a mirror hanging on the opposite side of the room? She had gotten a scare when she had looked into it and a boy with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes had looked back.

She shook her head, trying to clear off those unhealthy thoughts. The point was, she had been tied up, a real cute guy – who happened to have pitch-black eyes – had taunted her, calling her 'Reid', and trying to choke her. His mocking went unheard, his voice drowned by some weird buzzing. All she could hear was him calling the guy, whose body she was in, Reid. This Reid was obviously in pain. She knew because she could feel it too. She only wished she could help him. Problem was, she didn't know how and when it had actually happened. Was it going to or had it already? She clenched her fists, wishing she knew just what was going on and gasped, feeling a sudden sting in her right palm.

She opened it and cursed. Her hand was bleeding but most importantly, it was the object that had caused the injury. A silver razor, stained with her blood lay in her palm and Phyliss knew it had definitely not been there when she had gone to sleep three hours ago. The blood was starting to drip onto the bed sheets and cursing again, she ran to the bathroom, washed it off and tried to bandage her hand as well as she could with the uninjured hand. She studied the razor carefully in the bathroom light having washed off the bloodstains. It was silver and plain and there were no special marks to indicate what had manufactured it or who owned it. Still, she knew she could use it to find out whether the guy – Reid – was still alive and if he was, where.

Phyliss looked about her. She wondered if she could enter the Halliwell Manor undetected and start scrying. She wasn't going to get any sleep that was for sure. Positive that she wouldn't get caught, she Flamed out of her bathroom… and into the attic. As quietly as possible, she grabbed a map of America and a crystal pendulum. She held it with the razor in her bandaged hands and held it above the map's center. She knew that a mental image was enough if you concentrated but Phyliss wasn't sure she could and besides, a corporeal object was always better than a memory. The razor would guarantee a real find. If he's in America, that is. Phyliss thought, despairingly as the crystal moved, controlled by her hand, still unable to get an exact location. But her despair proved to be in vain; within the next five seconds, the string went taut and the crystal dropped itself on Ipswich, Massachusetts.

"Yes!" She punched the air with her uninjured fist, quite forgetting to keep her voice down.

"Phyliss?" Her aunt Piper's voice surprised her from the doorway and she dropped the crystal string and razor she had been clutching.

Uh-oh. Phyliss thought. Busted.

"Uh… hi, Aunt Piper." She waved guiltily.

"Hey, what's going on--- Phyliss?" Wyatt asked, groggily. His room was the nearest to the attic and being the light sleeper that he was, had immediately been alerted and dashed up to the attic… after putting on some clothes. Chris, who had his room, right across, was still in bed, snug as a bug and snoring away. Wyatt cursed his baby brother silently.

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"Honey, you don't have precognitive dreams." Piper told her niece for what seemed like the thousandth time. Phyliss had told her and Wyatt the whole story, showing her the razor, her bandaged hand and the map. "Unless a demon placed a spell on you." She added after a moment, remembering when a warlock named Timothy McBride had cast a spell on Phoebe so that a dreamlike premonition, very similar to what Phyliss had described, would lead her to a letter hidden in a back panel concealed by a wooden dresser. The letter, written by a great-great-Aunt of theirs, claimed that the new Charmed One, meaning Paige, was a traitor and would endanger the Power of Three. All that, of course was phony and in the end, they managed to vanquish the warlock's butt before he did any more damage.

"No, but that's the thing." Phyliss said, frustrated. "I don't think it was fake. It seemed so real, Aunt Piper."

"Look," Piper placed a hand on her niece's knee. "We've been through this before and the last time it happened, the bad guy almost got your Aunt Paige. I'm not risking it happening again."

"Fine, so maybe it's fake." Phyliss said. "But that doesn't mean we can't investigate it. Plus, I know about that whole letter in the back panel thing… Mom told me. This dream wasn't about creating discord between the family… it was about two guys, one was tied to the stake and the other wasn't. He was evil, Aunt Piper and he was torturing the one tied to the stake. We're supposed to fight evil and save the humans and if we keep suspecting things like this and never taking a chance, then we won't be able to do our job, will we?"

Piper sighed at the logic in her niece's words and Phyliss hid a triumphant smile, knowing that she had won this battle. Wyatt just stood in a corner, listening and absorbing their words.

"Okay, you got me." Piper admitted. "What do you propose we do?"

Phyliss took a deep breath. "Let me go to Ipswich."

"Absolutely not!" This time, it was Wyatt who spoke.

"I second that." Piper raised a hand.

"Why not?" Phyliss asked, irritatedly.

Piper rolled her eyes. "Well… not alone, at least. Someone's going with you." She meaningfully laid her eyes on her eldest son, who was still rubbing the sand from his eyes. Once he fully realized what she was suggesting however, he pointed at himself and gave the two women a look of pure dumbness. "Me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't realize I had another blonde son." Piper glared at him. "C'mon, Wyatt; you're the Twice Blessed One. Surely that's gotta mean something. There's no one better than you to go with Phyliss."

Wyatt groaned. "Oh, yeah… obviously no one because it's such a known fact that I don't have any brothers or that Phyliss doesn't have any other cousins."

"Aww… c'mon, Wy." Phyliss whined. "If you don't come with me, Aunt Piper won't let me go to Massachusetts and I won't be able to investigate."

Wyatt sighed. Everyone knew Phyliss wanted to earn her degree in Criminal Justice; CSI had always been her favourite show and her motivation. "Fine." He relented. The squeal of delight that emerged from his cousin just a second later almost deafened him.

"Lisa, shush!" Piper widened her eyes, hoping that her niece hadn't woken up the whole household. To be honest, even though she shouldn't, Phyliss was her favourite niece; she just had the spirit of determination in her that reminded Piper so much of Prue. Once Phyliss had made up her mind on something, she stuck to it and battled Hell – literally, on some occasions – to achieve it.

"Wait." Wyatt held up a hand, pausing the celebrations. "How're you going to find this…Reid guy anyway?"

Phyliss tapped the top of the notebook she had on her lap. She had been typing vigorously on it as she had talked and was prepared to share her findings with her family. That was another thing about his cousin that frustrated him so much; her inability to discuss stuff that she wasn't one hundred percent sure about. Phyliss was a perfectionist with a capital P and she lived up to it every day of her life.

"Simple. I Googled him. Reid." She said.

"And I bet you got a million hits." Wyatt smirked at his cousin.

"Not when I added in Ipswich and Massachusetts. And oh, Spencer Academy was one of my keywords too. It sorta popped up when I searched up Ipswich."

"Spencer Academy?" Piper blinked. "It rings a little bell."

"Of course it does." Phyliss replied, excitedly. "It's the most prestigious boarding school in Ipswich for the reigning elite aand guess who's got a scholarship offer there?"

"You've gotta be kidding me." Wyatt blurted.

"Nope." Phyliss bounced on the couch happily. "It's just so lucky, isn't it?" She sighed and looked up to Heaven. "Thank you, God!"

"Okay, you know what?" Piper said. "This just makes me more creeped out."

Phyliss' shoulders sagged. "Aunt Piper…"

"Okay, okay… don't let me ruin the joy… now tell me what this Reid boy has to do with the Academy?"

"Well, his full name is Reid Garwin and he's apparently a pool star at his school. Don't ask me how I know – apparently the school's not exactly into making their students confidential. They've got everyone's photos up there!"

Piper's forehead wrinkled with confusion. "He plays billiard?"

"Uh, no… as in swimming… he's a swimming champion for his own stroke." Phyliss tried to explain. "Apparently, while places like Baker High are more into football, they take pride in their swimmers."

Piper shook her head. She had been a nerd in high school and definitely avoided the athletes, most of whom tended to make fun of her.

"Wait. How do you know Garvin's from Spencer?" Wyatt's forehead creased.

"Garwin, Wyatt." Phyliss automatically corrected her cousin, and then frowned as she realized something. "Actually, I don't know. It was just one of those hunches. I saw it on one of the links and I just clicked on it. Turns out I was right anyway; there's only one Reid living in Ipswich. The boy – the other boy -, his name's Chase Collins and he mysteriously disappeared a few nights ago."

"You thinking demon? Or warlock?" Piper asked anxiously.

"Maybe." Phyliss admitted.

There was a pause. "I don't like this." Piper said. "I don't like this at all. And I don't think your mom would agree to let you go to this academy either."

"That's why I was thinking…" Phyliss bit her lower lip softly. "Of not letting her know at all."

Piper stared at her niece. "You mean lying."

"Oh, c'mon Aunt Pipey." Phyliss used the name she had called her aunt Piper when she had been six and not able to pronounce her name properly. Piper rolled her eyes.

Piper looked up at her son. "You up for lying to your ol' Aunt Phoebe?" She asked Wyatt.

Phyliss turned glaring eyes on Wyatt, as if daring him to defy. Wyatt shrugged in acquiescence. Piper sighed. "You do know that if your mom finds out…"

"I'll take the blame." Phyliss promised. "I'll say I blackmailed you into going along with me. And anyway, it's going to get me to Harvard. I say, why not?"

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R & R:) It'd make my day.