<b>A/N:</b>The warnings here aren't too specific so here is what I had just in case, some of these might not happen till later in the story: Minor Character Death, Violence, References to Abuse, OCC.

2): So I won't get sued or anything the characters's from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Charmed aren't mine. They belong to: Constance M. Burge, Brad Kern, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. Lyrics that show up belong to their respective owners. Also various characters's from each show will be coming and going. So for now lets just say there is a little bit of everybody thrown in their. The main pairing here are Brian and Justin so never fear.  


My apologies for the long absence but when inspiration isn't there you can't force it. Thanks to Kami and Tay for looking this over for me and convincing me that there wasn't anything wrong. 
 
Jumping ahead of time here a bit. Not too much though


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<b>"I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightening.
I see bad times today...."
		~Creedence Clearwater Revival</b>


~*~


<b>San Francisco California....</b>


"Justin... whose Justin?" The brunet looked almost amused as she watched her sister stop moving for a moment. 

"I don't... I'm not sure." 

"Phoebe, what did you see?" Piper Halliwell calmly put down the cup of tea on the kitchen counter, patiently waiting for a response. She'd known how these premonitions almost always came out of no where. At times they were the most horrible images of innocent victims, clues to the past, present and or future. 

"Um... I don't know.. it was all a blur really."

"Well that's never been a problem before."

"No, Piper this was different." 

"How?"

"It just... "

"Phoebe what's the matter?"

It took a few minutes for Phoebe Halliwell to put together what she had just seen in her mind. It couldn't be possible yet her visions had never been false. They almost never could be thwarted either. To think that her... no it was not only physically impossible, then again with magic anything was possible. 

"I think I saw Cole..."
"What?"
"In my premonition, fighting  two other men."
"Phoebe that's..."
"Impossible, yeah I know."


~*~


<b>The Pittsburgh East Tremont #6...</b>


Justin slipped out of the bed quietly, collecting his clothes from around the loft. Taking one last look at the man he'd been spending most of his night's with, he collected his clothes and reluctantly walked away. Normally he would have been up bright and early already gone before Brian would have been awake. For some reason the night before had been much more different. So much so that he’d been reluctant to leave the bed or the handsome man whose arms had been holding him. 

Ever since that first night he spent with Brian, Justin hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. He figured one night would be all they shared. That changed when he’d revealed to Brian that nothing had happened between them. Man had he rectified that little situation.... 


When Justin had finally left Brian’s place it was the fallowing night, he had to call a cab for he’d been more than a little sore when the older man got through with him.  Sore and Sated. That should have been it really. A total of two nights and three days with this gorgeous man should have satisfied him. Only a week later he’d found himself eating at a Diner on Liberty avenue. Somehow Justin had managed to run into Brian more than a few times during that first week, it wasn’t like he went out of his way to look for the guy. He just happened to be at the diner, woody’s, babylon. Brian just happened to be at those places. It wasn’t his fault that by the end of most nights he wound up in his bed with him.

<i>'Knock it off Justin it was a good fuck and nothing more...'</I> 

“A few good fuck’s...” he mumbled.


That’s what he’d been repeatedly telling himself. Only now it was getting harder and harder to leave Brian. No pun intended. He narrowed his eyes scanning the loft for his missing shoes. For some reason those were always the last items he found. How he kept losing them was beyond him. "Stupid sneakers, wish they'd just show up..." it would really just save him the time if the older man would just stop attacking his wardrobe the way he did. 


Justin didn’t see the swirl of white and blue lights up on the fridge...


He didn't even question it when he spotted his sneakers at the top of the fridge. He thought maybe Brian had thrown them up there when they had stumbled into the loft the night before. Grabbing them he gave the place one last glance before heading out. Never noticing the pair of hazel eyes full of shock. 

"What the fuck was that?"


~*~


<b>Across the Street from #6 Tremont...</b>


"You felt it too didn't you?" The Dark haired man was no dummy, he had felt that small ripple of magic and as his long time companion had feared, Justin's powers had just manifested. "Come on its not... the end of the world right?"

"It might as well be."

"Did anyone ever tell you your cynicism isn't very becoming?" 

The older man gave him a pointed look. 

"What should we do?" 

"Do? I believe it was you who said <i>'It’s time to let this happen'...</i>"

"And you actually listened to me?" the younger man kept his eye on the front entrance of the building watching as a blond young man made his exit. "Look I'm all for letting things happen but you gottah know that they're gonna need a little help. Nothing big I mean they don't need a giant neon sign..."

"Xander..."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Shutting it up."