The Halliwell Manor

May 6th, 2002

The nursery was quiet as the newborn rested silently within his crib. Eyes of a baby blue gazed up at the blurry shapes of his mobile. The music softly played from it, a tune that was joyful and blissful. While the newborn was unaware of what this particular tune was called, those who were older would know that it was Brahms's Lullaby. The small stuffed figures of Pooh Bear, Piglet, Eeyore, and Tigger spun in a slow circle above the baby, playing the soothing lullaby.

The quiet was broken by the shimmering form of a demon appearing within the tranquil nursery. It's skin was dark, the color of mocha or dark chocolate. Dreadlocks fell to the demons shoulders and shrouded the figures face from view. The demon took a step closer to the crib, and looked down at the baby, but was stopped from coming any nearer to the newborn. An emerald green force shield sprung up and surrounded Peter, protecting himself from the malicious intent that he could sense from the presence looking down at him.

The demon growled with irritation. So the rumors were true. He hadn't thought so, though perhaps he should have. There had been rumors, even during the mother's pregnancy of this powerful child, that it had been able to manipulate his abilities through his mother and use them while still in the womb. Then there was the birth of the child, and every demon in the Underworld had felt the birth of the child a week ago. That influx of power, from the rumors and whispers, had been felt worldwide. That even those that resided in the Heavens, a sneer of disgust curled the demons lip at even thinking the name, had felt the power of Good. Every magical being was interested in the power that the child held. They all wanted it, or to be able to manipulate it, as just the taste of that power was temptation.

The demon reached out warily and touched the force field surrounding the newborn, and flinched at the zap of electricity that shot through his hand. He scowled down at the child, almost getting a sense of smugness coming from it. He wasn't sure how a baby of only a week old could feel smug, especially at inflicting pain upon the demon, even if it was a minimal amount, but it left him wary of the other rumors that have been circulating around the child. One rumor in particular spoke of it being the strongest telepath to ever be born. The demon could only wonder if that rumor was true.

Whatever the child could or would do, there were various plans at work in an effort to get a hold of the child and the power he would and could control. If the Underworld has this child as the Source of All Evil, they would be unstoppable. At the moment, they had a concern of this child being a being of Good. With a sneer of disgust and frustration, the demon shimmered out, now that he and his comrades were aware that the child had the ability to protect itself, they would come up with a plan to fit that issue.

Peter gave a cry that gave off an echo, one that sounded not just physically, but mentally as well. Phoebe quickly walked into the room from her bedroom, where she had been resting, and towards her crying child. "Shh, it's alright Petey Pie," his mother cooed as she lifted him gently from the crib he had been sleeping in. "Mama's here love, Mama's here." Phoebe said soothingly as she adjusted her hold on her son as stepped out of the nursery and into the hallway.

The Halliwell Manor

July 17th, 2002

Paige gave a cry of pain as she was flung backwards into the wall across the room. Her body gave a deafening thud as her back hit the wall before collapsing to the floor with a groan. For nearly three months, since her nephews birth, they have been dealing with continuous attacks, each attempting to kidnap Peter or kill him or even still his powers. For nearly three months, sleep has been but a distant memory for them all.

"Paige, are you alright?" Piper asked worriedly as she ran over to her youngest sister. She flung her hand out, twisting her fingers inwards, and exploded the demon nearest to them.

"Ow...that hurt." Paige grumbled as she carefully pushed herself up. "Energy ball!" She called out with her power and summoned the energy ball before it could hit Phoebe, who was very aggressively and protectively standing in front of her three month old son and kicking ass. Paige tossed the energy ball back at the demon that had tried to harm her sister. The demon exploded with a scream, which was a very common sound the sister's had been hearing for the last three months.

Piper was standing beside Paige and freezing the energy balls aimed at her or her sister's. She was also exploding the demons who attempted to get near Peter, who was protected behind his force field. However, the sisters had all been noticing that some of the demon's they hadn't gotten to handling, were being dealt with already. They all knew this was Peter's doing. Since his birth, and even before then, he was known to use his powers rather freely as he messed with and protected his Aunt's and mother. He was also notorious for protecting himself from the demon's that targeted him. While it still surprised them, to a certain extent, that Peter was able to so easily vanquish the demons that have been coming for him. However it was becoming less surprising over time, since Peter was able to sense malicious intentions, due to being born a natural telepath and empath. Although the empathy was only a recent discovery. Discovering that he was an empath was an experience and one that none of them wanted to go through ever again.

As the last demon was vanquished, Phoebe brushed a strand of hair out of her face with a huff of frustration. She turned to where her son sat in his Fisher-Price sit me up gray and multi-color floor seat, and didn't have to wait but a second before Peter was lowering his force field, once he sensed his mother's loving and warm presence reaching out for him. Peter cooed gently and snuggled into his mother's hold. The feeling of unfiltered and pure love and adoration that Phoebe felt for her son, it was feeling that Peter relished in. Phoebe leaned down and gently pressed her lips against her son's head while inhaling the wonderful baby scent of her son. How she loved her son and would do whatever she had to, to keep protecting him from the demons that wanted to use and harm him.

"I'm getting really fed up with these demons attacking us and trying to kidnap Peter." Phoebe said as she looked over at her sisters. She wondered if she looked just as disarrayed and banged up as they did. The continuous attacks were getting to them. They had already killed more demons in the last three months, then they had in nearly a year. It was getting ridiculous.

Piper rolled her neck and stretched her back, enjoying the cracks that released some of the tension. "I am too. I say we do something about it," she suggested with a groan as her back gave a twinge of pain.

"What did you have in mind?" Paige asked. She had her own suggestions of what they could do to handle this truly unparalleled attacks against her nephew.

Victor Bennett's Apartment

September 3rd, 2002

"Thanks again daddy for doing this for me." Phoebe said as she stepped into the apartment that her father lived in. Her five-month-old son was cradled in his car seat that she held with her left hand. His beautiful green eyes, so much like his father's, gazed quietly around his surroundings, seemingly taking in every new sight.

The mother of the Twice Blessed Child wondered what went through her son's mind when he was quiet and watchful like this. Peter's ability of telepathy was one that allowed him to develop mentally faster. When he wanted something he had no issues informing his mother and father, his aunt Piper and Paige, or his uncle Leo about his wants. He had from womb been able to use his powers of telepathy to communicate with his mother and anyone else if he desired. With his telepathy, he was able to use his powers through his mother, generally only when he was protecting her and his aunts against demons.

"Of course, I love spending time with my grandson." Victor replied with a smile as he crouched down to look at his only grandchild currently. "He and I will have a great time together," he added while unbuckling the baby from his car seat.

"I'm glad. With everything going on right now, Piper, Paige, and I thought it might be a good time for some grandson and grandfather bonding." Phoebe said as she looked down at her child. The love she felt for her son, it consumed her whole heartedly. She had once thought that she knew what love was, but it was nothing like the love she felt for Peter. Her son was everything to her. She couldn't imagine not having him as a part of her life.

"We'll have a great time, isn't that right bud?" Victor rhetorically asked his grandson. Peter cooed at his grandfather and gave him a gummy smile as he kicked his little legs excitedly. Victor chuckled with a smile as he finished unbuckling the little boy and lifted him gently into his arms. "See, he agrees with me."

Phoebe laughed and nodded in agreement with her father. It definitely did appear that Peter agreed with his grandfather. "He does understand us, to a point," she reminded her father.

Victor knew all about his first grandson's powers. That while he had telepathy, the ability to read minds and talk into one's mind, he was also extremely intelligent, even if his mind wasn't able to completely comprehend everything he knew yet. It was as fascinating as it was frightening to realize. However, Victor Bennett wasn't afraid of his grandson, he was afraid for his grandson. His youngest daughter has been informing him and keeping him up to date about all the demon attacks that have been occurring. The reason for the visit today, was because Phoebe, Piper, and Paige were going to go after a clan of demons that had been attacking Peter. With Leo busy doing other things for the Elders, Phoebe had decided to go to her father and asked him if he would be able to babysit her son while she and her sister's were gone fighting demons.

As much as Phoebe wished she would have more time to spend with Peter, she knew that this needed to be done. Otherwise they would continue to have these clans of demons attacking them. Unfortunately, this was taking time away from Phoebe spending time with her son. With her maternity leave ending in a month, she'd have to leave Peter to be babysat by her father. She hoped with this time spent between grandson and grandfather, it'd be easier for them to adjust to the days when it would only be Peter and Victor together for most of the day. As Phoebe would be at work, as would Piper, Paige, and Leo.

The Halliwell Manor

November 17th, 2002

There was a shimmer in the air as Cole Turner took form in the nursery of his seven-month-old son. His green eyes scanned the room, as if expecting Phoebe or one of her sister's to appear suddenly into the room and attack him. When nothing happened Cole hesitantly walked up to the crib that his son slept in. Calloused hands curled around the bars of the crib and looked down, only to feel surprised to see his son's bright green eyes looking back at him. "Hey buddy," he whispered softly with a tender smile. He slowly uncurled his right hand and gently reached out for his little boy.

Rough fingertips touched baby smooth cheeks with awe shining bright in his eyes. This tiny little being was a part of him and Phoebe, the woman he loved. The feeling of amazement at having a child, that was his own flesh and blood, never lessened or went away. "I'm sorry I haven't been here for you lately," he murmured with regret and grief in his own green eyes. They shined with unshed tears as he attempted to control his emotions. "You been taking care of your mom and Aunts?" He asked rhetorically. He knew his son likely didn't understand exactly what he was talking about, but perhaps he did, considering he was a natural born telepath, an extremely rare and powerful ability to have.

"Dada," his son muttered and raised his arms up in the universal signal that he wanted to be lifted up. Cole chuckled and released his other hand from around the crib bars and lowered them into the crib. His hands rested comfortably underneath his son's armpits before lifting him carefully from the crib. A warmth of love settled in his chest when Peter rested his cheek on his shoulder. He adjusted his grip, his right arm rested beneath his son's butt in order to balance him in his hold. While his left arm rubbed at Peter's back. The older man's head turned and inhaled the soothing scent of his boy. "Missed you daddy," Peter whispered with his eyes closing, knowing he was safe in his father's arms.

"I missed you too buddy," he replied to his son. He blinked fiercely once again as tears burned his eyes. How he wished he could be a better father for his son, but he felt the darkness inside him threatening to take control of him again. He had been trying to fight so hard against the evil he could feel trying to consume him, but it was exhausting. He was exhausted. He didn't think he could continue fighting like he was and has been. It has been taking so much out of him.

Cole wanted nothing more than to be there for his son, to see him grow and become the force of Good that had been prophesied so long ago. He wanted to be able to see what kind of man is son would become. The desire to be there for Peter was so strong, but he feared he may not be able to. He could feel an impending sense of doom hovering over him and he didn't know how to stop it.

The father of a Twice Blessed Child was unaware that his seven-month old-son had been able to listen to his father's thoughts and feel his fluctuating emotions. There was a feeling of determination that settled over Peter at his father's worry, sadness, and fear. He'd protect his daddy from his mommy and aunts and save him from the Evil One that haunted his father.

Cole Turner's Condo

January 19th, 2003

The Charmed Ones burst into the condo that Cole Turner has been living in for the last year. Piper went to throw the potion she had in her hand, but paused as another shimmer appeared, and the nine-month-old form of Peter appeared. He was standing between his father and mother, with his aunts standing on the left and right side of his mother, and seemingly unconcerned with the fact that he was standing between what was supposed to be a vanquishing. It was only a recent endeavor, about a month or so, since Peter had been able to stand steadily on his own, and seeing him standing between the sisters, left them reeling.

"Petey Pie, what are you doing here baby?" Phoebe blurted out in surprise at the sight of her baby boy standing in between her, her sisters, and her ex-husband. She had left him with Leo, who was supposed to be watching her son, but she should have figured that Peter would disappear on his Uncle. Over the nine months since his birth, Peter was always using his abilities in some manner, and using his Shimmering ability was one of his favorites, which left the rest of his family scrambling to find him.

Peter smiled at his mommy, "Daddy's sick, Daddy needs help," he replied with a tone that implied he was going to help his daddy feel better, no matter what his mommy said. He loved his mommy and daddy and didn't like seeing them sad or feeling bad. Especially his daddy, the nasty bad one was hurting him and he didn't like it. He was going to fix it and then his mommy and daddy could be happy again. Even if they weren't together anymore, they would still be there for him.

"How is Daddy sick baby?" Phoebe asked as she took a few steps closer to her son. She bent down so she was eye level with her powerful and special little boy. The Destiny her child had was a hard one to swallow for Phoebe, but if it meant she had him in her life, she was willing to do whatever it took to make sure he was happy and healthy while living through it.

Peter tilted his head as he thought it over. "The Evil One," the nine-month-old said with a frown. He was a smart little boy. Having telepathy since he was in the womb had allowed him to develop quicker than most mentally. It gave him the ability to learn at a faster speed than other children his age should or would be able to do so. It was a wonder if her little genius didn't skip grades by the time he should be starting school, but that wasn't for many more years yet.

Piper's phone rang in the background to the ringtone that implied Leo was calling her, but Phoebe ignored it, and instead concentrated on her son. "It hurts daddy inside." Peter added with a frown and furrowed eyebrows of discontent. He wasn't happy about the Evil One hurting his daddy and would make sure he couldn't do it anymore.

A sinking feeling settled in Phoebe and her sister's stomachs at hearing Peter talking about this "Evil One". They had a feeling they knew what "Evil One" the little boy was talking about. Cole frowned, his ragged appearance displayed the turmoil he has been going through. His son clearly knew what he was going through and that had him concerned. The presence he felt in his mind, that waited and watched, seemed to perk up at the sight of his son.

"What's the Evil One baby?" Phoebe asked with a frown of worried concern.

"The Source," he replied before looking away from his mama. Twin set of green eyes connected with each other. Peter had known for a long time that his mommy and daddy had their problems. He had seen and heard it, and knew that it was because of the Evil One that made his father do those bad things. He knew he had to do something to help his daddy, and he was going to do it now.

Cole could only stare at his son in wonder. What was his son going to do? He questioned himself, before a sharp jabbing pain seared through his body and mind. It made Cole collapse onto his hands and knees at the suddenness of it. A groan of pain escaped through a clenched jaw. His hands gripped his hair in tight fists as fiery pain ran up and down his spine. He could feel the forceful tugging in his body, as seemingly invisible hands forcibly began to remove the essence of Pure Evil, that made a demon the Source of All Evil. It generally possessed and merged with a new host each time it was vanquished. This time there was something different. There was a panicky feeling that wasn't Cole's emotion, but that of the "Source".

"What's going on?" Phoebe asked worriedly. Her warm brown eyes looked from Cole to her son.

"I don't know." Piper replies with a frown. He hand gripped her phone tightly, having finished her quick conversation with Leo, as she watched her brother-in-law go through what appeared to be unimaginable pain.

"Is Peter doing this?" Paige wondered. Her brown eyes looked to her nephew and watched as his little face concentrated fiercely on his father. His green eyes appeared to be nearly glowing with power as he battled against the Source of All Evil.

Cole gave a cry of agony as his muscles went stiff with pain as his head flung back with a cry. His fingers were curled into fists on the ground now as a thick black smoke tore from his throat and out his mouth. The half-demon collapsed onto the marble flooring in a heap, his body shuddered and shook from the ordeal he had just gone through.

"Cole!" Phoebe cried out with concern for the man she still loved, but was held back by Piper and Paige. The three sisters stared in horror at the mass of black smoke that twisted and turned in the air and was contained in a force shield like Peter often used to repel against Demons and those he didn't trust.

Peter squinted his eyes at the black mass of twirling evil smoke. With a blink of his eyes and slashing motion with his hand, the black mass of smoke seeming to burn with a fiery heat before exploding outwards. The amount of energy it released had Piper, Phoebe, and Paige being flung back, who was too far away from Peter, who made his force field project around himself and his father to protect them both.

"What the hell was that?" Piper demanded as she forced herself into a sitting position. Her eight month pregnant stomach, that had her child resting inside, kicked unhappily at the unexpected movement. "I didn't do that," she told her baby with a huff as she received another kick in retaliation.

"Ugh, whatever it was...it did not feel good." Paige chimed in with a groan. She too was forcing herself up into a seated position.

Phoebe pushed herself up without a word and scrambled to reach her little boy. Peter's shield lowered as his mother reached him and scooped him up into her arms. She cuddled her son to her chest, her lips pressed to his forehead as she reassured herself that he was okay. "Never scare mommy like that again baby." Phoebe ordered with a shaky sigh.

Cole groaned in pan and slowly sat up, using his shaky arms to keep his weight up. His green eyes looked up and connected to his son's brighter green eyes. "My brave little man," he sighed with a shake of his head. "Thank you Peter."

"Did Peter just destroy the Source of All Evil?" Paige asked with shock as she suddenly realize just what her nephew had done. The feelings she was going through were completely understandable, considering she and her sisters had to battle the Source together and still usually just barely survived. Yet, her Twice Blessed nephew and done the same thing and without any difficulty. Just how powerful was her nephew going to be?

"He vanquished it." Cole said from his spot on the floor. He was still feeling shaky from the experience. His whole body ached and throbbed from his son forcefully removing the Source of All Evil from his body and mind. "But it isn't destroyed," he added with a sigh. "Being able to do that sort of thing, even with my son's powers, would take training, not just force of power."

Peter impatiently squirmed in his mother's arms, in an effort to be let down, but was denied. Phoebe tightened her grip around her squirming child and looks down at her son. "Mommy needs to hold you baby because you scared me," she replied calmly. Her heart was still racing with adrenaline and fear. Too many times over the last year and a half, both when pregnant with Peter and after giving birth to her son, she has been given numerous scares due to Peter having kidnapping attempts, being kidnapped, conjuring characters from television shows, acquiring a new ability, and randomly shimmering from one place to another. She was too young to be getting grey hairs, but she was sure her son was determined to give her some anyways.

"We should head to the Manor." Piper said with a tired sigh. "Leo called in a panic over Peter disappearing. Then we can discuss Cole being possessed by the Source of All Evil and Peter knowing this and forcing the Source out of him."

Author Note: I'm not completely happy with this chapter, but I wanted to show the connection Peter has with his family. If I kept rewriting this chapter, I'd never move forward, so I finally left this chapter as it is and decided to post it.

Reviews are always appreciated.

My various other stories are also still being worked on. So they will be getting new chapters once I've finished writing them.

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