I do not own Charmed or any of the characters you recognise from the show- It is property of WB. I do however own the characters that were never in Charmed and are in my fanfic. So far that's just Mark and his family (who aren't that important…yet)

Note: This is my first Fanfic so I'm new to all the posting stuff. If It turns out wonky then I'm sorry! It's just kind of how I imagined the charmed ones' lives would turn out and how they would meet their end. Focus shifts around so each sister has her time to shine. I promise the story is a lot better than it sounds!

As much as I adore them, Chris and Wyatt don't exist. (Sorry! There will be kids though!)

Cole never became possessed by the source, but the source was still vanquished.

This is set about a year after Piper and Phoebe meet Paige (if I get dates wrong I'm sorry!)

Piper is pregnant and Leo's the father (I love Leo more than I love Cole but I couldn't split up Piper and Leo! Phoebe and Cole are not married or engaged (Cole's mine I tell you! Mwahahaha…whistles innocently)

Paige is engaged to a male witch called Mark Anderson. He is what is known as a nauctater- a witch hunter. Centuries ago, the elders picked a small group of male witches and gave them the nauctater gene, which is passed on through the male descendants. Mark is one of the few left in the world. He came from Scotland at the same time as Paige found her sisters and it was love at first sight (I'm an old romantic! Sorry:p)

I think that about covers it. If you are confused, Review and tell me why so I can explain. (review anyway though…please), but don't be too mean…lol! I will probably make a lot of time errors though, so bare with me. Thank you and enjoy!

Laur xXx

Chapter 1- Weddings from hell and babies from heaven.

"I'm gonna look like a blimp standing next to you in the photos!" Piper complained to her youngest sister. "You look gorgeous, and you're not even dressed!"

"Yeah honey, so do you." Paige replied. Her wedding day had finally arrived and her butterflies were now so immense that she was finding it hard to talk without showing all her teeth in a huge grin.

"Yeah Piper," Phoebe continued, "and you do not look like a blimp!"

Phoebe and Piper were Paige's bridesmaids. Piper was seven months pregnant and was getting rather large, causing her to complain about her maternity outfits- a lot. The three sisters were sitting in the attic getting ready to summon their mother and grandmother so that they would be able to attend Paige's wedding.

Paige was sitting in the corner of the attic in a bright orange bathrobe. The reason she was not yet dressed was because she wanted her mother to see her ready before anyone else. Pieces of her light brown hair hung in curls around her face and the rest had been tied up in a large bun. Her makeup, as promised, had been done by Phoebe and she wore large diamond chandelier earrings, which had been given to her by her father (AN- yes I mean Sam. Forgot to mention that he's in contact. Not important really.)

She took a quick glimpse out of the window and noticed her friend Glenn approach the door of the Halliwell Manor with his fiancé. Ironically, this time two years ago Paige had seen herself ending up with Glen. She laughed silently and wondered what her life would have turned out like if she had never met her sisters. For one thing she wouldn't have learned she was a witch and she most certainly would not have met Mark.

Mark Anderson sat alone in the basement of his soon-to-be wife's home. His long curls fell round his face and stopped at his firm jawline. He had been ready in his full Scotsman's outfit since eight that morning. Nerves and excitement had led him down to the half decorated basement, where he was sure Paige wouldn't find him. Throughout the morning (It was now noon), he had been visited by every member of Paige's family and had been given many words of encouragement and advice. Mark could see how close her family were and he was comforted by the fact that everyone seemed to have welcomed him into the family with open arms. It was ironic that Piper and Phoebe had actually known him longer than they had known their sister, but although Paige had only been 'part of the family for a year, the bond they had as sisters still amazed Mark.

He could hear the guests starting to arrive and wondered if Leo had gotten to the airport in time to pick up his family. His thoughts were answered by the sarcastic comment of his sixteen-year-old cousin, who was starting on her way down he stairs.

"Alright sexy!" she laughed as she ran to hug her uncle.

"Oh my god! You look so grown up!" He smiled at his niece. He had hardly seen any of his family since he had moved to San Francisco two years ago and now, as they all piled into the basement, his nerves disappeared.

After conversing with her son for about twenty minutes Mrs Rose Anderson was led to the attic by Patricia Halliwell, where she was to finally meet the infamous Paige Matthews. Being a witch herself she was not disturbed by the Book of Shadows or the empty potion viles that occupied the attic, in fact, she was more disturbed by how normal the Manor looked.

Paige was now dressed and looked gorgeous in her off-white wedding dress. The bodess fitted her like a corset and the long sleeves looked almost elvish as they trailed on the floor. The dress had a long tail, which Paige now had tucked under her arm and although she was stood, slouching over the Book of Shadows, she looked elegant and graceful. When she turned to greet her future mother-in-law she was mildly surprised at how unlike Mark she was. In fact, the only similarity was the mysterious blue eyes.

"Hi," Paige said meekly. She had not met Mrs Anderson before and wanted to make a good first impression.

"Well," Mrs Anderson smiled, "It's so nice to finally be meeting you." She pulled Paige into a hug and Paige was suddenly at ease, knowing Rose's stern exterior was the complete opposite of what she was inside.

After Paige was aquatinted with the rest of Mark's family, she and her sisters were left alone in the attic once more. Grams and Patty, who were travelling to the church separately, had gone downstairs to prepare. The sisters laughed at the thought of each of 'their guys' wearing a 'skirt' but they immediately corrected themselves after Cole came in looking, as Phoebe had put it, 'super hot.' Paige was suddenly glad that she had agreed to a traditional Scottish Wedding.

"Hey..." he said, pausing to take in the sight of the three Halliwell sisters. "You look really beautiful," he told them with an encouraging smile. "Everyone's left for the church. Sam and Leo are waiting downstairs."

Piper and Phoebe were dressed in long burgundy bridesmaids dresses. Piper's sat awkwardly on her stomach but despite this they both looked stunning. Paige, who was standing in the middle of her sisters was now twiddling her thumbs and nervously rocking back and forth waiting for the car to arrive. She couldn't help smiling and she knew she must have looked too happy, but that was just it- She was too happy. No surprise vanquishes had came along yet and Paige, although happy, was put off by this. In the year she had been a witch she had learned that special occasions in the Halliwell manor never went according to plan.

Paige gripped her father's arm tightly as she heard the bagpipes start to play. She watched her eleven year old cousin leave through the large oak doors and laughed nervously to herself.

As hertime came to walk through the doors, afraid that if she looked at any of the wedding guests she'd burst out laughing, she kept her focus on Mark who was waiting at the end of the aisle with his brother Douglas. She could hear Piper and Phoebe's happy sobs coming from behind her and muttered "sisters" under her breath. When she reached the alter she turned to her father, who gave her a quick peck on the cheek before sitting on the front pew next to his dead lover (lol!). Paige turned her focus back to Mark who was smiling his adoreable, crooked smile and she realised why they said weddings were the happiest day of your life.

Before they knew it, Paige and Mark had exchanged vows. They were almost 'husband and wife' when the small glint of doubt Paige had in the pit of her stomach turned into a very large spark of anger.

"If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." The minister said.

"Well, I suppose wanting the charmed ones dead is an objection." A loud, dark, rasping voice came from the back of the church.

Piper immediately froze the room as she turned and saw a tall muscular demon with a completely black face and yellow eyes burst through the large oak doors. She hesitated for a moment, realising that only a small minority of guests on Mark's side of the church had frozen, before attempting to blow up the remarkably ugly demon.

"Damn it!" She screeched as she realised the demon must be immune to her powers.

The demon was now making his way down the aisle. His long green cloak swept behind him as his mammoth steps brought him closer and closer to Paige and Mark.

Everyone sat, almost in a trance as the demon walked past them. Phoebe had now raised from her seat was standing on the pew next to Piper.

"Urgh!" She yelled, "Well, you're all witches! Do something!"

At this comment the unfrozen guests all got to their feet. The demon did not look in the slightest bit shocked that most of the gusts were witches. He barely even flinched as the ones with active powers took turns in trying to hurt him.

"You think the puny powers of mere witches are enough to stop Decron?" He said, flashing an evil smile, still heading straight towards Paige and Mark.

"How about the power of kick boxing!" Came Phoebe's voice as she levitated into the air and threw a kick at Decron's black face.

Paige stood stunned; the anger was spreading though he body like water through a sponge.

"Why the HELL couldn't my wedding just be NORMAL!" she screamed.

Mark looked at Paige who was now, for some unknown reason, lifting up her skirt. He suddenly realised that she had an athame stuck into the top of her stockings and couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Decron asked, frustrated. He was back on his feet after recovering from the blast he had received from Phoebe. An energy ball appeared in his hand and he prepared to throw it at Mark, but he was caught off guard by Rose Anderson who extinguished it with her ice powers.

Paige took a deep breath and threw the athame straight into Decron's left eye. He howled in pain as he fell to the floor.

"You will pay for that halfbreed!" he growled.

This time a fireball appeared in his hand and before anyone could intercept it he aimed directly at Paige.

Mark watched as it headed straight towards Paige. It almost hit her in the stomach when he quickly sent a large bolt of electricity towards it, redirecting it back at the demon. It hit him hard on the chest but did not cause much damage.

No one was paying any attention to Decron now as they all turned to see if Paige was okay. She stared venomously at the demon and spat at him "You better be so grateful that did not scorch my dress!"

Decron glared at her through his one healthy eye, blood streaming down his face and hissed back "No, you better be grateful for your sorry ass demon hunter!"

Before anyone had time to attack again Decron flamed out.

Mark embraced Paige in his arms and once again took his position in the alter. He stared at the startled wedding guests and remarked sarcastically "Well, come on people! Places! There is still the small matter of us getting married to deal with."

The wedding guests uttered a laugh and slowly got back to their seats. Once they were sure everything was the same as it had been before the attack they listened carefully to Piper's instructions.

"Just pretend like nothing happened, and if anyone asks who or what objected tell them they are hearing things." After she made sure everyone understood she took her seat and calmly unfroze the room.

The Minister looked up confused, wondering where the mysterious voice had come from and a sideways glance from the bride told him he was going slightly mad... He stuttered slightly as he announced the couple husband and wife, but decided no one else had heard the voice.

"You guys seriously can't have normal weddings." Whispered a very confused Darryl at the back of the church.

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Startled as the wedding guests had been, they took the attack as a regular occurrence in the life of the charmed ones. Mark, Phoebe and Piper still teased Paige for bringing an athame to her wedding two months after it happened, but unfortunately Decron was not in the book of shadows and the Elders knew little about him.

Piper, who was now three days away from her due date, was occupying herself by baking cookies for her youngest sister who had requested them earlier that day.

"Leo!" She screamed as she grabbed her abdomen in pain, feeling water trickle down her leg.

"What is it honey?" a male voice replied, but it wasn't Leo. Piper turned to see a worried looking Cole rush towards her.

She cocked an eyebrow and replied with a false smile "What the hell do you think it is! I'm nine months pregnant and surrounded by a puddle of water- Just want Leo to run to the store and buy me a popsicle!"

Once again she recoiled in pain and yelled for her husband. Almost immediately Leo answered his wife's distraught cry. He looked from Cole, who was slowly ushering Piper to the couch in the living room, to his wife, who was taking very sharp breaths. He rushed to his wife's side and grabbed her hands.

"Is it time honey?" he asked stroking her hair, but was met by the same look of disbelief as Cole.

"Someone call my sisters!" She demanded as Cole and Leo helped her lay on the couch.

Cole met her demand and five long minutes later Paige orbed in with Phoebe by her side. Paige made her way straight to her sister's side, but Phoebe stopped and smiled slyly at Paige.

"Wait Paige! You haven't got your athame!"Paige ignored the comment whilst Piper stifled a small laugh between screams of pain.

"It's okay honey, breath." Leo told her.

Two hours later, the baby was almost in the open world. Leo, who was holding his wife's hand, was standing behind Piper watching a magnificently calm Phoebe deliver his baby. Cole was rushing back and forth from the kitchen every so often to get things at Piper's request. Paige was standing at Piper's left hand side, holding her sister's hand, every so often cringing and Mark, not knowing what to do, stood behind Paige muttering words of encouragement to his sister-in-law.

"She's got a head!" Phoebe screamed, grinning.

"Well thank god for that!" Paige replied sarcastically before receiving a 'shut up' look from Piper. "Sorry..." she mumbled.

"Just one more push," Phoebe told her older sister.

"I can't," came her exhausted reply.

"Come on honey, you can do it, one more big push." Leo said, squeezing Piper's hand in encouragement.

With one more howl of pain and a sigh of relief from the mother, the newest member of the Halliwell family came into the world screaming.

"I know you already know but, it's a girl!" Phoebe laughed, wrapping her niece in the blankets Cole had brought through, and passing the baby to Piper.

Piper and Leo stared at their daughter, both of their smiles bright enough to light up the whole of San Francisco. Tears of joy streamed down their face as the baby girl looked sleepily up at her parents.

"Hey there Prudence." Piper babbled. "Is that your name? Is it? Yes it is. Yes it is!"

"Your auntie Prue would be proud," cooed Leo

"What about her last name?" asked Mark, who was now making faces at his niece.

"Halliwell-Wyatt," Piper and Leo replied and unison and Piper continued "Prudence Louise Halliwell-Wyatt."

Half an hour passed and everyone was still gathered in the living room. Piper had refused to move to her room because it was "too far away, even to orb" so Leo had orbed the crib downstairs. Prue was now sleeping and each of the Manor's residents was taking it in turns to admire the snoozing little girl.

"How are you feeling?" Phoebe asked

"Happy," Piper told her, she was still grinning "But tired... and sore..."

"Yeah." sighed Paige "That's the only part I'm not looking foreword to." She added before turning and burying her blushing face in mark's side.

It took a moment for Piper to take in what her 'baby sister' had just said when she looked up, slightly shocked. "Are you... pregnant?" she asked.

Paige finally took her face out from underneath Mark's arm and nodded shyly. A lot of hugging and squealing from the sisters followed, causing Prudence to stir.

"Sorry." Paige apologised

"It's okay," Piper told her, picking up and turning her attention to her daughter. "You're just perfect aren't you sweetie?"

"She sure is." Leo said stroking Prue's cheek with his index finger.

"Well, she is half whitelighter- Just like me!" Paige said arrogantly "Created in heaven for use on earth..."

Hope you like it :S please RR! Please….