Warnings: I do not own or claim to own any rights to the television show "Charmed" or the characters created within said show, this is purely fanfiction written from a devoted fan of the series.
15+ Mild to strong language, moderate to strong violence, witchcraft, sexual innuendos, and scenes of a sexual nature.
F/F, F/M, M/M, Gen, Other +

Melinda Warren was a very powerful witch burned at the stake when her lover betrayed her but on the day of her death she had a premonition which reveal to her three of the most powerful witches ever to exist, these witches would later be referred to as the charmed ones, Halliwell witches who were descendants of Melinda and thanks to some magical assistance the witch even managed to meet them briefly.
For three years these charmed ones: Prue, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell lived up to their legacy as the powerful charmed ones defeating foe after foe with their powers, potions, spells and unwavering bravery which ultimately led to the early demise of Prue Halliwell, the eldest Halliwell sister.
However, as fate would have it that was not the end of the charmed ones as sisters Piper and Phoebe learned they had a half-sister Paige who was both witch and white lighter, together they restored the power of three and for many years defeated even more foes, saving many innocents and protecting the world time and time again but like their sister Prue and many of us who are not immortal their days were numbered.
As the years passed without the charmed ones, the world got continuously more dangerous as the Underworld started to rebuild from its destruction at the hands of Piper, Phoebe and Paige but despite their absence they had not completely left the world behind with nothing, as like Melinda before them they left behind descendants, a legacy, particularly their children and now that the charmed ones were no more it was time for the children of the charmed ones to stand up and take their place, well the ones that were still standing.

PJ "Prudence Johnna" Thorne grew up in foster care where she quickly learned to have her own back because nobody else had hers, it had hardened the young girl into the cynical badass woman she became and pushed her towards a life within the force as she became a detective within the San Francisco Police Department.
PJ never bothered to seek out her biological parents having already faced too much rejection in her life she did not fancy the chance of seeking out more by looking for her parents but the mystery of who they could be would be the only mystery she'd allow in her life as she joined the police force making sure solving all other mysteries was literally her job.
PJ had long jet black hair with very pale skin often accompanied by a dark red lipstick and was often found wearing tight black skinny jeans matched with a black tank top and a black leather jacket, black was her favorite color of clothing for sure, she always made sure to look as closed off as she came across but little did this SFPD detective know that her next mystery would soon change everything in her life as the one mystery she never wanted solved was revealed to her.
"Seems like you have an unexpected fan out there," Gareth greeted PJ after knocking on her office door before walking into the office, to find PJ sitting behind her desk with her head in her paperwork as always. "Just when I thought you were this lone wolf it seems like you do associate with more people than just me and this police department.
"I knew when they forced me to have a partner, I would live to regret it." PJ replied to Gareth. "What are you talking about anyway?"
"You are to attend the hearing of the will of Phoebe Halliwell." Gareth informed his fellow detective. "Which solves the mystery of whether or not you have any friends."
"I have no clue who the hell Phoebe Halliwell is so you must have got it wrong." PJ told him. "How did you hear any of this anyway?"
"I may or may not have opened your mail," Gareth revealed before pulling out an envelope from behind his back and placing it on the desk. "You can report for breaking a law if you want but I'll just say it looked like a suspicious package."
"In which case you get the bomb squad in not invade my privacy!" PJ snapped as she picked up the envelope, tore it open and began reading the letter. "There must be some kind of mix up."
"I am sure it will all become clear once you attend the hearing of the will." Gareth informed her, knowing exactly what was to come.
Gareth Frey was a tall slender yet muscular man with a buzzcut hairstyle and could often be found wearing slim fitted shoes and being a detective was not his only job in fact it was more of a cover up than anything else to hide his true calling while getting closer to PJ.
Gareth Frey was a white lighter, PJ's white lighter, and he had been assigned to watch over her and the other children of the charmed ones.

Percy Ford may not have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he was certainly adopted into royalty or rather a San Francisco socialite family who believed they were royalty and as he grew up within the Ford family he began to think of himself in the same light as his adoptive family.
Percy was the only child, adopted after his adoptive parents attempted many times to conceive a child of their own and so both his parents treated him like their little miracle and it was not long before he believed in the hype himself.
Percy did not work because he did not have to, following his adoptive father's death he inherited a lot of money and continued to live off that as well as enjoying shares in many businesses and finding himself constantly pampered by his adoptive mother with whom he had an extremely close bond with.
Percy Ford never wondered nor cared to find out who his biological parents were, mostly because he knew how lucky he was to be adopted by such a loving and rich family who he adored just as much as he adored their fortune.
Percy did not have much care in the world and was rather shallow, often loving himself more than anything else without much depth to his character until he found himself learning of the legacy he was born into.
"Gareth! If I have told you once I have told you a million times be near the door at all times when the doorbell rings." Percy complained to the butler of Ford Manor as he walked down the grand staircase towards his butler, who was also secretly his white lighter as well as a detective within the SCPD. "Who was it anyway?"
"It was just the postman Mr. Ford," Gareth informed him, while holding an envelope which looked eerily like PJ's. "Would you like me to read it for you or just hand you it to read for yourself?"
"I am perfectly capable of reading my own mail." Percy snapped at him before snapping the envelope off the butler.
"I guess your mother Mrs. Ford had another bad night." Gareth guessed, knowing Mrs Ford had been suffering for many years following a stroke and was bed bound now. "I could look into a night nurse so you do not have to do it all yourself or perhaps the house staff could help you more."
"No, the staff already have enough to do around here and help out enough with mother." Percy replied with a saddened sight. "Not to mention my spoiled and diva attitude especially in the mornings…I am sorry for snapping Gareth."
"It is okay Mr. Ford; I cannot begin to imagine how hard this is for you." Gareth responded to the young socialite. "I know how much your mother means to you and how close the two of you are especially after the passing of your father."
"For the last time Gareth just call me Percy, Mr. Ford was my father." Percy stated as he opened the envelope and began reading the letter. "This cannot be right according to this I am in the will of someone called Phoebe Halliwell…I do not know a Phoebe Halliwell."
"Perhaps she was close to your parents at some stage in her life?" Gareth suggested. "You should probably attend the hearing just to be courteous."
"You are right it is the polite thing to do I suppose." Percy admitted to his butler. "Last time I was at a will hearing it was for my father…although I doubt this woman will be leaving anything even remotely near the quantity of my father's fortune."
"Who knows what kind of hidden treasures will be handed over to you, it may not be a fortune but I'm sure whatever it is will have had great value to her and perhaps to you too." Gareth answered him.
"You know for someone forced to put up with my brattish self, day in and out you are a very optimistic man Gareth Frey!" Percy said, giving his butler a rare compliment. "Please do not ever change."

Peyton Price was a beautiful, young and carefree spirit who learned she was adopted at a young age but chose not to seek her biological parents out in respect to her adoptive parents whom she still has a great relationship with.
Peyton's passion was photography however it was yet to pay any bills and so she worked at a diner nearby her apartment within San Francisco City. She did not have a lot of money, but she was hardly broke and very appreciative of all the things she had experienced in life.
Peyton had always wondered who her real parents were and why she was put up for adoption but she was also a big believer in fate, believing everything happened for a reason and that mindset was going to prove highly recommended for what she was about to learn.
"Hey Gareth, how are you?" Peyton greeted her neighbor Gareth, after opening her apartment door to see him stood within the lobby area of their apartment building.
"I just noticed you had some mail in the mailbox and thought I'd bring it up to you since the locks are playing up again." Gareth replied, as he handed her an envelope. "Looked important and I did not want someone running away with it."
"That is funny I was sure I just checked the mailbox before coming home from my latest shift at the diner." Peyton answered him as she opened the envelope in front of her neighbor and began reading the letter. "That's funny I'm supposed to attend some hearing of a will…no clue who the woman is."
"Maybe you have a secret rich aunt who has left you everything in the will." Gareth joked with her, knowing fine well what awaiting the young aspiring photographer.
"Ha! That would be a nice surprise then I could buy me own gallery and force them to put my pictures up." Peyton laughed. "Although I guess the struggle is part of being a true artist."
"Well I hope everything goes well for you Peyton…let me know how it all turns out." Gareth replied, pretending not to already know.
"I will do, thanks again Gareth!" Peyton thanked her neighbor once more, completely unaware to the fact her neighbor was also her white lighter and the woman's will she was going to attend the hearing of was her biological mother's.