I'm not taking another step without more of an explanation,"
Chris declared resolutely as he and Sam stepped though the open
door of the Halliwell residence.
"Well, would you
at least mind closing the door?" the sister, who by a process
of elimination had to be Pru, said coldly. "We don't usually
broadcast everything down the street."
Sam let the big door
swing shut and then backed up his partner by refusing to move.
He was feeling more than a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't
help believing he should trust the three women in front of him.
It was a feeling that had grown over the short journey to the
house. He hadn't really noticed it creeping up on him, but now
he was standing in their house, he realised he was not being objective.
Way too much was happening for his rational mind to keep up and
it seemed to have retired from the game.
Pru said firmly, "and you have ended up the target for a
very nasty demon. We thought we'd show our good faith by rescuing
She was obviously not
happy with Chris' attitude at all, and she stalked down the hall.
"You'll have to
forgive Pru," the one called Piper said sweetly, "she
gets a little tense when these sort of things happen."
"I can imagine,"
Sam said quietly.
He had the most odd
sensation running up his spine, it was almost as if the house
was staring at him.
this way," Piper said with a smile, "would you like
a coffee or tea?"
be great." Sam suddenly decided, that for now he was going
to trust his instincts.
Chris didn't look happy,
but as Sam walked down the hall and Phoebe smiled at him, Sam
saw him follow.
"How did you find
us?" Chris asked as they walked into the other room.
"I have premonitions,"
Phoebe replied honestly. "I was washing the dishes and I
saw you guys in trouble. Then we made like the lone ranger and
came galloping to the rescue."
Chris made no further
They were all sitting
around the table with steaming mugs of coffee when the obvious
question occurred to Sam.
"Did you rescue
us last night?" he asked after a large swallow.
"Don't you remember?"
Piper replied, genuinely surprised.
Both agents shook their
young woman decided, "this is going to be more difficult
to explain than we thought."
She looked at her sisters,
and with a few gestures they passed the buck back to her.
"Maybe we should
wait for Leo," she suggested. "He's so good with these
Chris still sounded very defensive.
said a voice from the door way and every one turned.
"I thought we
agreed, enough with the sudden appearances," Phoebe said
and clutched her chest in a mock heart attack. "Piper, can't
you do something with him?"
the young looking man apologised, "but exactly what have
you three been up to? You said you were going to stay out of everything
until I got back."
"There was an
emergency," Piper said with a sheepish smile.
us," Sam was surprised to hear Chris defend the sisters.
The way Piper leapt
out of her seat and placed herself as close as physically possible
to Leo without occupying the same space made it very clear to
Sam exactly what the relationship was there. It took him another
couple of seconds to notice the wedding rings.
"I'd still like
to know if you rescued us last night," the Englishman said
"You rescued yourself,"
Pru told him bluntly.
Sam was now more confused,
he wasn't sure they could have rescued themselves without remembering
it. He said as much. "How could we have got away from things
like that without remembering at least something?"
"Chris was under
their enchantment the entire time," Phoebe provided the answer
and waved her hand in the ex-SEAL's general direction. "You
weren't. You broke out of it and you did the rescuing, I saw it
all in a dream. At a guess the reason you don't remember is your
mind is protecting itself."
Silence descended and
Sam had an ominous feeling.
"Why don't I want
to remember?" he finally managed to ask.
The three witches and
Leo were all looking at each other in a manner that suggested
they really weren't sure what to say next. Sam didn't like the
impression he was getting at all.
"Have you been
feeling odd since last night?" It was Phoebe who broke the
awkward silence. "Any twilight zone moments? For that matter
ever had any twilight zone moments before?"
Sam considered the
question and thought about lying, but decided that honesty was
probably the best policy.
"Sort of, maybe,
and not that I remember," he replied. Well he was being honest,
but he hadn't decided to be anything by vague.
There was another moment's
silence until Phoebe finally shrugged her shoulders.
with the hedging," she decided firmly. "You may have
noticed that when the she-demons attacked, three of them came
at you and only one went for Chris. Well, that's because you could
have done them some serious damage. In my premonition Chris died,
you survived, in fact you killed two of them, just like you killed
two of them last night."
Sam was listening very
hard, but he really didn't think he wanted her to go on.
"You're part Incubus,"
Phoebe finished evenly.
The first thought that
jumped into Sam's mind was that he'd heard her wrong.
he said very quickly.
she repeated. "You're part demon. When one of them tried
to seduce you last night you seduced right back, and when your
brain kicked back in you rescued your friend."
Sam just sat there
for a second and tried to find another meaning in her words. When
he finally decided there wasn't one he laughed. After all, what
she had just said was completely absurd.
aren't you?" he said as the laughter died in his throat.
"You actually expect me to believe that? You think I might
have noticed this before? And for that matter, how does one become
"Your father was
an incubus," Piper provided helpfully.
This was getting more
ridiculous by the second.
"I might not always
see eye to eye with my dad," Sam said pointedly, "but
I'm sure he isn't a demon."
"Whoever you think
your father is, he isn't," Leo was very firm with his view.
That produced indignant
outrage in Sam, after all this complete stranger was actually
accusing his mother of sleeping around.
are you trying to accuse my mother of doing?" he said very
slowly and he was definitely not happy.
Phoebe leapt in before Leo could say anything. "Incubi can
take on any form, your mother doesn't have to have suspected a
thing. In fact your mother must be one hell of a woman. You should
have turned out a full incubus; it's only her that stopped it.
She made you human. If you hadn't met up with the supernatural
you need never have known anything about any of this."
The young witch was
using such a reasonable tone, just for a second Sam almost believed
her, and then common sense hit home. Whatever he had seen today
there had to be a rational explanation. He turned to Chris.
he said and indicated the door.
Both men were on their
feet when the sisters piled into the kitchen doorway to stop them
"You're the only
one who can kill the evil that's taking so many lives," Piper
sounded a little desperate.
"Look we know
how you feel," Phoebe was giving Sam a pleading look, "we
only found out we were witches last year and now we can't seem
to turn a corner without bumping into a demon."
Chris said as Sam just stared at the sisters.
Piper exclaimed and threw up her hands.
Sam was getting very
annoyed and he was going to push past the obstacle when he suddenly
realised Chris wasn't moving.
"He didn't freeze,"
Piper said in a very small voice.
The subject of her
consternation was, however, not listening to her. Sam turned back
to Chris and just stared at his frozen partner. He waved his hand
in front of the other man's face.
"He's an incubus
hybrid," Leo was saying quietly, "most magic will roll
off him. It's what happens if you mix the powerful supernatural
and the natural."
"What did you
do to him," Sam demanded, his brain deciding that rational
explanations were really not worth the effort.
Piper promised, "I just stopped time. I was trying to give
us a few seconds to regroup."
She waved her hands
again and Chris blinked, he looked confused since Sam was now
standing directly in front of him.
"Did I miss something?"
he asked dubiously.
Sam really didn't know
what to do. Half of him believed what he had seen, the other half
was refusing to have anything to do with it. The demons, the rescue,
it could all have been a ruse, but what had just happened, that
had to have been real.
"You really froze
him," was all the agent could manage in a somewhat distressed
If they really were
witches, and they really had rescued him and Chris that afternoon,
then Sam was beginning to realise that they might actually be
telling the truth. Sam's reality was beginning to crumble at the
"I think you need
to sit down," Phoebe said and put a hand on his shoulder.
She shuddered once
and then images flooded Sam's brain. He saw himself and Chris,
standing beside Malone in a large warehouse type building. In
front of them was a large altar like structure, and on it was
Backup, naked, her throat slit from one side to the other. The
images were gone almost as soon as they arrived.
"I feel sick,"
Sam said and leant against the wall.
Phoebe was staring
"You saw that
too?" It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
"What did you
see?" Pru asked urgently.
Phoebe stopped staring
at Sam and turned to her sister.
said quickly indicating the CI5 Agents, "and an older man.
They were in a big open building and there was an altar. There
was a naked woman on the altar, she had been sacrificed."
Sam said still confused but just about hanging on to the situation.
"They killed Backup."
He looked at Chris
and his partner was obviously trying to decide if he'd completely
Sam told him as calmly as he could manage.
It was like a chasm
had just opened up beneath him and Sam couldn't do anything but
fall. His mind wanted to rebel. He wanted to get as far away from
San Francisco as possible, but the image in his mind wouldn't
let him. All he could see was Tina, lying there dead, and it made
"We can stop it,"
Phoebe tried to reassure him. "That's why I have premonitions,
to stop the evil from getting its way. I'm sorry you had to see
that, but these things happen for a reason. I take it you are
Sam said resolutely.
"I still don't
get it," Chris said and Sam was glad of the respite. Everyone
had been staring at him for the last ten minutes even if they
hadn't said anything. "I thought demons were supposed to
"Oh usually they
are," Pru told him.
"Sam's not all
demon," Phoebe explained, "he's predominantly human,
he just has incubus mixed in at a base level."
Sam let the speech
roll over him and contemplated the large glass of Scotch Piper
had kindly handed him shortly after his world fell apart. He was
having major trouble coming to terms with everything that had
happened. After all, he was the sceptic of the team. He didn't
really feel any different, but it did rather explain why his hormones
had been on overdrive the entire day. He'd always had an eye for
the ladies, but when he'd started looking at Backup that way he
had been rather shocked with himself. However, he still didn't
understand how he could be dangerous to vampire demons.
"What makes me
so dangerous to them?" he finally asked and brought the conversation
on the other side of the table to a halt. "Sure I had a really
bad feeling about those women before they got to us, but why did
three of them go for me?"
three would be enough to kill you," Piper told him.
"Why were they
wrong?" Sam asked slowly. "They were stronger than me."
Phoebe mouthed the
word "oh", she seemed to realise what he was asking.
"They were only
stronger than you because you weren't using your demon half,"
she explained. "When they came up to you they were in human
form, they were for all intents and purposes human. When they
attacked you they we in demon form with all the strength and speed
that goes with that. You can do the same thing, you did it last
"He has a demon
form?" Chris sounded like that was one step too far for his
rational brain and Sam was inclined to agree with him.
The idea was a little
horrifying. Sam decided he had had enough for now and he slowly
put his glass down.
I use your bathroom?" he asked in a completely calm tone.
"Up the stairs
and on the left," Phoebe said quietly.
When he got there Sam
was not quite sure of the journey in between, but as soon as he
was in the bathroom he closed the door and locked it. Then he
closed the lid of the toilet, sat down and put his head in his
hands. He was an adrenaline junkie. He lived for the excitement.
This, however, was that one step too far. This was just completely
As he sat there anger
began to form in his mind. It built slowly, a growing fury at
what he perceived as the injustice of it all. His emotions didn't
seem to be quite under his control and white-hot rage made his
blood boil. He was so angry he wanted to hurt something; anything,
and a small part of him knew that this was very dangerous. Slowly
he climbed to his feet. He needed to calm down; Sam recognised
the verges of hysteria. Turning on the cold tap he went to splash
his face, but the old faucet exploded with a sudden rush of water
covering the basin and the front of his trousers with liquid.
That was just enough to push him over the edge. All the anger
bubbled up and he lost control. Staring at himself in the mirror
he saw his eyes discolour and the now black irises appeared to
flow across the whites. Without thinking he lashed out and smashed
the glass, shattering it dead centre.
Blood trickled from
the back of his knuckles and sharpened senses brought the slightly
metallic smell to his attention. He could hear the chatter from
the kitchen even though he didn't bother to really listen to what
they were saying and his fingers were now tipped with long, vicious
looking nails, almost silver in colour. He stared at the small
red stream of blood stupidly for a moment, clearly able to see
the light hairs on the back of his hands and then slowly raised
his eyes to the broken mirror. The rage was ebbing away, the momentary
violence releasing enough emotion to stem the tide. He looked
hard at his black eyes, staring at the small red dots of pupil
and slowly they turned black as his normal grey-green irises faded
back in. With their return the world faded to its normal levels
and he was left with regular, everyday Sam.
He wasn't really sure
how long he stood there, but eventually thought returned and with
it came the memory of Phoebe's vision. Sam saw Tina lying on the
altar, eyes glassy in death, covered in her own blood. He realised
slowly that he could prevent that happening. If he had been a
normal man he would have been dead already, and so would Chris.
With a deep breath the CI5 agent tried to pull himself together,
and, turning on the tap more slowly this time, washed the blood
off the back of his hand. To his surprise there was no wound,
only a small pink line as if he'd cut his knuckle days previously.
Sam couldn't say he was particularly comfortable with himself
at the moment, but he wasn't going to let that prevent him saving
Backup. Drying his hands he resolutely headed for the door.
In the hallway he met
Chris coming up the stairs.
"You know I was
beginning to wonder if you'd jumped out the window," his
partner commented as they both came to a halt.
replied, "I only do that if the date's going really badly."
For the first time
since the alley Chris actually smiled and to his surprise Sam
found himself smiling back.
"This is just
so screwy," Chris commented shaking his head.
returned deciding it was better to laugh than to cry. "You
haven't just discovered your father is a demon."
"Yeah well, I
admit that's difficult to top," his partner said with a nod.
"Look at it this way, it could have been worse. Just imagine
if you'd just found out your father was Malone!"
Sam managed to keep
a straight face for exactly one second and then he cracked up
completely. As if on cue Chris' phone went off. His partner waved
at Sam to be quiet and he tried really hard to muffle his laughter.
He was not doing very well at controlling his emotions and the
laughter was no different. In the end he just put his hand over
his mouth to muffle the sound until he could actually stop it.
a lead, sir," Chris said after listening to the caller for
a few seconds. It was Malone, and Sam had to walk away along the
landing as another fit of giggles threatened. "We're not
sure yet, sir," Chris was glaring at Sam as he tried to have
a sensible conversation. Sam was just trying to breathe. "Yes,
sir," Chris continued after a few seconds. "A couple
of hours, I think." Sam managed to take a breath. "Of
As Chris put the phone
back in his pocket Sam actually managed to stop laughing ... for
more than a second at a time. His partner just stared at him for
a while and then grinned. "If you die laughing I am not explaining
it to Malone," was all he said and then Sam had to sit down.
By the time Sam could
actually breathe again in a sensible manner Phoebe's head had
appeared at the top of the stairs. Remembering what he had done
to the mirror helped the CI5 agent calm down somewhat.
"Is this a private
joke or can anyone join in?" Phoebe asked with a smile.
Sam put his hand out
to Chris and his partner pulled him to his feet.
"You had to be
there," he told the young witch and took a deep breath to
make sure the laughter was completely gone. "Oh, and, sorry,
I owe you a mirror."
Much to Sam's surprise
Phoebe didn't loose the smile.
"Just a mirror,"
she said lightly, "when Pru first got her power she totalled
an entire aisle in the Chemist. It's about time these supernatural
things came with instruction manuals."
With that she turned
and wandered back down the stairs. Once she was gone Sam turned
back to Chris.
"So do we have
our marching orders?" he asked quickly.
us back at base by six," Chris replied and peered over the
banister just to make sure no one could hear them.
"What the hell
are we going to tell him about today?" Sam asked the obvious
question. "Good evening, sir, you're not going to believe
this but we're up against a demon this time, oh and don't worry
if I suddenly turn into this thing with black eyes and fangs,
it's just my parentage showing through."
Chris just shrugged.
"I think we'll cross that bridge when we come to it,"
he said calmly. "It might be a good idea to find out exactly
how you're supposed to be a secret weapon before we report back,
Sam offered and let his partner take the stairs first.
Phoebe was watching
their guests quite closely and questions were beginning to pile
up in her head. The two men had been in the Halliwell house for
nearly an hour now and the sisters still knew virtually nothing
about them. The fact that they were both carrying guns was obvious,
and it didn't make anyone particularly nervous because Andy had
always carried one as well. The only thing was, Phoebe was almost
positive that Sam and Chris were not just a couple of cops. Chris
hadn't even remotely opened up whilst Sam had disappeared upstairs,
in fact he'd been totally cagey. When Piper had absently enquired
about his job he'd managed to turn the conversation onto something
As the two men wandered
back into the kitchen Phoebe had to bite her tongue to stop her
asking them right out what exactly they had been doing in the
alley in the first place.
"So is somebody
going to enlighten me as to exactly how I'm supposed to kill this
Benias chap?" Sam asked leant against the doorframe.
The youngest Halliwell
had to smile; his tone was so irreverent.
"Back to basics,"
Leo provided helpfully. "It's all about one on one."
Sam asked and looked a little sceptical. "Am I supposed to
walk up to him and demand we just finish there and then, man to
man ... or should that be demon to demon?"
Phoebe had to admire
his spirit, Sam didn't seem to be shirking his responsibility;
he was just surprised at the method.
"Well it won't
be quite that easy," Pru explained from where she was pouring
herself another coffee. "His minions are not going to make
it simple to get to him. You're going to need us to get you anywhere
Chris and Sam shared
a glance at that revelation; they obviously didn't like the sound
of that. Phoebe held her tongue and waited to find out what they'd
"I take it guns
aren't going to do us a lot of good." It was Chris who wanted
"Depends how many
of the she-demons there are," Leo took over the supernatural
101 again. "If there are a couple you might be able to pump
enough bullets into them to stop them, but if there are any more
you'd be overrun before guns did you any good."
"How about grenades?"
Sam asked evenly.
"Better than bullets,"
Leo replied calmly, "less good than witchcraft."
Phoebe decided it was
time to make her opening gambit.
"You don't seem
keen on us helping," she said quickly. "Why?"
Both men looked at
each other again.
"You'd be hard
to explain," Sam said eventually. "*Really* hard."
"Then don't explain
us," Piper suggested hopefully. "We could lurk in the
shadows and no one would notice."
"Oh they'd notice,"
Chris replied firmly.
It was then that Phoebe
decided she's had enough of the game; she wanted answers. Never
one to shy away from being direct she chose to voice this opinion.
"What do you actually
do?" she asked bluntly. "And don't try and tell me you're
cops, you're not." She waited for a reaction.
Sam just sighed as
if he'd been expecting the question all along, Chris looked slightly
Sam finally said. "What we are is classified. Would you accept
that we're the people who get called in when every one else has
It wasn't really the
answer Phoebe wanted, but the expression on Sam's face told her
it was all she was going to get. She shrugged and smiled.
"We're going to
have to, aren't we," she said lightly.
"I assume last
night was part of your investigation," Pru took over.
Both men nodded.
"Well I hate to
break this to you," she continued, "but you're going
to have to figure out some way to work us into the rest of the
operation or you don't stand a chance."
This was going to be
a really tough week. Phoebe could tell.
End of Part