A/N: The Charmed Ones decide to take a little vacation at the Tipton, but their little family excursion quickly becomes a supernatural one (no surprises there). Meanwhile, Zack and Cody discover that they have some unusual talents (and I don't mean their ability to wreak havoc on the Tipton, and annoy the manager). And what does the appearance of a mysterious woman named Natalia mean for their mother? The usual disclaimers. I do NOT own Charmed, Suite Life of Zack & Cody, or any characters therein. Come to think of it, the only original character I used in this fic was Natalia. Anyway, please R&R.

Prologue: Yet Another Gathering Storm

There was something odd, and surreal about the Tipton today. Like one of those days that seemed too perfect, or too normal. One of those days where you know a storm is going to blow in. And that storm was standing in the lobby, clad in a black leather knee-length trench-coat, leggings, and knee-high boots. Her long dark hair hung elegantly about her shoulders, framing her beautiful mocca face. Her amethyst eyes took in every detail of the lobby. She caught sight of a mirror nearby, and surveyed her appearance briefly. Good, the glamour around her ears was maintaining. Couldn't have her ears turning pointed again, and exposing her. She was far too careful for that.

"Madame Natalia!" came a congenial voice from behind the check-in counter. "I thought that was you. "So good to see you again. But… my, you don't look to have aged a day! Why, the last time I saw you was… yes, three years ago. You recommended Carrie Martin to be our cabaret singer."

Natalia smiled faintly at the compact bald man behind the counter. "Wonderful to see you again Marion." She said in her dry smooth velvety tone. "How is my old friend, Carrie doing?" Demon or not, Natalia admired Marion Moseby's reserve of patience that made him so suitable for his position as manager of the Tipton Hotel. She could be patient for upcoming events, and her intricate plans, but patience for people was another thing entirely.

He returned her smile with a wide friendly grin. "She's bringing in more business than the time I booked Pat Benatar!"

"That well, really? Impressive." Much to Natalia's relief, they were diverted from this exchange of pleasantries by the sound of wheels, and scooting of sneakers along the beautifully carpeted floor.

Moseby's smile turned plastic. "Of course it came with a price." He said in an attempt to remain chipper.

"Naturally." She added dryly, not taking her eyes off the source of the noise; two identical blonde boys on razor scooters. Both had helmets over their shaggy blonde hair. One was dressed more conservatively than the other, who was more stout.

"Zack slow down! You're gonna…" as the smaller twin had predicted, Zack veered out of the control to avoid hitting a guest, only to collide with the round table at the center of the lobby. The vase that stood on its surface toppled, and tipped over the edge.

"NOOOO!!!" Moseby cried as he sprinted around his counter with rehearsed speed to dive for the vase, and catch it a split second before it hit the ground. He rose back to his feet with a grunt, placing it back on the table. The twins applauded his feat.

"Great catch Mr. Moseby!" Zack said, trying to divert the angry manager's attention from his wrongdoing. It didn't work.

"How many times have I told you hooligans?! No scooters in the lobby!"

"Never actually." Said the other twin. "We just got them. Our dad sent them to us."

"Well I'm telling you now. I have half a mind to have your mother confine you to your suite."

"No don't do that! She'll… she'll make us go shopping with her again." The twin shuddered, his eyes going wide with the awful memory. "All those shoes. Make it stop!"

Zack put his arms around his brother, adding to his act of hysteria. "It's okay Cody. Lets just go back to the suite and forget all about it." Zack glared at Moseby, shaking his head with mock contempt. "Look what you did."

Moseby looked very taken aback, completely falling for their act. Before he could say anything more, they were both at the elevator making their escape. The manager just shook his head and returned to the counter where Natalia stood waiting. "Please forgive the interruption. I haven't figured out yet whether I should go with the SWAT team, or Animal Control."

"Surely you exaggerate. Boys will be boys." She grinned, still not taking her eyes off the twins as they began to disappear into the elevator. She was sure they were the ones, even though it had been thirteen years since she had last laid her violet eyes on them. Time meant nothing to her. She made a subtle hand gesture towards them before the elevator doors closed.

"It won't be long now." she whispered, before turning her attention back to Moseby. "Now then, do you suppose you can pull a few strings, and get me a suite near Carrie and those… adorable boys of hers?"

"At an 'at your own risk' capacity." He retorted.

Meanwhile, in San-Francisco

"Come on Phoebe! Move it! The plane leaves in an hour!" Piper called to her sister up the stairs. "Paige, get those bags in the car! Go! Go, go, go!" She shouted, waving her hands around hysterically.

Paige dragged two of the suitcases down the staircase, obviously annoyed at her older sister. "I still don't know why we're not just orbing there." She retorted, her curly black ponytail bouncing as she reached the bottom.

"Because the point of us having a non-magic vacation is that we don't have to use any magic. Suitcases, now!"

Paige rolled her eyes before waving her hand at the suitcases she had dragged with her. "Jeep."

Piper sighed as the suitcases turned into little white lights, and were magically orbed to her Jeep Cherokee outside. Paige nodded conclusively, before exiting out the front door.

Leo, Piper's husband, put his hand on her shoulder to calm her down. She turned to see his blue-grey eyes scrutinizing her. He was holding Baby Wyatt on his hip, who also seemed worried about his crazy mommy.

"Piper, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Leo, we've had this conversation. Yes. The Elders said demon activity was down to a minimum, and that they have plenty of otherwitches who can handle it."

"It's always calm before the storm." Phoebe called teasingly as she descended the stairs, pulling the last curler out of her brunette hair.

Piper glared at her sister. "Well it's only one week at the Tipton, so I'm sure we'll be back in plenty of time for the storm." She snapped.

Phoebe's brown eyes bulged. "The Tipton, are you serious?!"

Piper sighed for the fiftieth time this morning. "Where have you been for the last month & a half? We had those plane tickets that were about to expire, and with P3 booming, I figured why not. But we're not going if you don't move!"

"Piper…" Leo tried to cut in.

"Leo, we're going. It's been a long time since we've had any non-demon-maiming sister time. And you're the one who wanted some father-son time with Wyatt. So now you'll get that, while my sister's & I enjoy a nice normal vacation like a big happy freaking family!"

Phoebe started pushing her sister out the door. "Okay sweetie, lets get you to the car before you have another meltdown. Bye Leo, we'll call you when we get there… on the phone. Bye Wyatt, you're Aunt Phoebe's going to miss you so much!" She reached behind her for the last suitcase, and gasped. Her eyes squinted shut.

Her premonition was of two boys; blonde twins. One threw a trophy across the room at the other, without touching it. The other threw up his hands in defense, and was stunned when the trophy was stopped by flames that shot from his hands.

Phoebe snapped her eyes open to find Piper staring at her apprehensively. She recognized her sister's premonition face by now. "What did you see?"

Phoebe smiled squeamishly. The last thing Piper wanted to deal with on this vacation was fledgling witches. She tried to look chipper, and unsuspicious. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Let's go, the Tipton awaits!"

Piper furrowed her brows in confusion. "Phoebe?"