Beckett Forrester

It was late, after the small coffee shop that he frequented had closed.  He was looking for a more private to flame away home as he walked down the street.  It wasn't planned to be the same place but he turned to walk behind the building.  That way he knew no one would see him.  That's when he saw a couple of demons attacking her.  It had just been when he turned the corner when he saw the energy ball leave the demons hand and hit her.  

"No!" he shouted the rare power of blue fire shot out of his hand.  They were already gone, vanquished, before they could even yell out in pain.  @xcfstartersx​

McKenna couldn’t stop the eye roll as a smile formed across her lips at his words. “Of course,” she stated with a laugh. “Why does that even surprise me?” The smile dropped for a second as she studied the male’s face for a moment. “Are you sure, Beck,” she questioned, unsure for a moment. “I mean I don’t want to impose. I don’t know what kind of life you’ve got here, which clearly, you’ve got one. You don’t have like a… Past girlfriend, do ya? Not gonna have some girl poking around here at some point?”

The brunette was quick to look through the movies he had the second he let go of her hand. She paused for a moment to look over her shoulder, a huge grin crossing her lips again. “Popcorn and water if you’ve got it,” she spoke before turning back to the movies. Before grabbing Texas Chainsaw Massacre. “Got it,” she stated, holding it up.

Beckett didn't like being in the past but he wasn't about to walk around randomly.  Having a job helped with that as well as connected him with the time.  

"I don't have any past girlfriend," he thought about it for a moment.  He didn't have any girlfriends in the future either.  Probably more to do with how he treated people than anything else.  "So you don't have to worry about that.  I doubt anyone is going to be popping into this place."  Except him who would be teleporting in and out all the time.

He nodded as he knew he could handle that.  "You don't think I have water," he said as he walked in with two waters bottles and a bag of popcorn.

“Yeah, I can see that, but this is a charmed one trap. How do I know something isn’t going to go boom if I move one.” Her brow raised, as if her scepticism was fairly warranted. Sighing, she stood up and walked closer. “Alright, if I explode just know my husband breathes fire and my girlfriend will floor you with one punch.” There’s a hint of a smile on her features, upper body leaning back, she used her foot to knock the crystal out of place. 

"Because you're on the outside.  All the trap like stuff would be on the inside," he said as he gestured to where he was.  If anything he would be the one going boom and he was sure that he would be able to handle that.  There were some perks to having a father that was the source of all evil.  

He watched as she used her foot to move one of the crystals out of place.  The barrier around him went down in an instant.  "Thanks," he said as he stepped out of the circle then waved his hand to put it back into position.  "We don't want them to know we moved it.

“Right, and landing yourself in a cage wouldn’t raise any at all…” Both brows now lifted, she chuckled and shook her head, more at his frustration than anything else. “So I have no issue letting you out of… That,” in reference to the cage. “But I have no idea how.” 

"The plan wasn't to get trapped," he didn't think anyone would plan to get caught in a crystal cage.  He looked at her for a moment when she asked how to let him out of it.  Did she not know about magic?  It was a fairly simple trap.  "You just move one of the crystals," he gestured at one of the five crystals surrounding him.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing up here, besides the obvious snooping around looking for something exciting. Old crystals, shiny objects to admire. The book did little to take her attention away from those things but catching sight of flames she lifted her head from the box she was looking in. “Hello.” Carmen raised a brow. “Guessing that wasn’t part of your plan, huh?” There’s a slight chuckle that escapes her, unable to find a little amusement in the situation. “You should have taken the stairs.”

Beckett's attention to the brunette woman with a fixed glare.  "Of course this wasn't my plan," he didn't think anyone would plan to appear in a crystal cage.  "The stairs might have led to questions."  Ones that he didn't want to answer.  Flaming into the attic was supposed to help him avoid any questions.  It didn't seem like that was going to happen.  

Piper shook her head.

“Phoebe isn’t like that. She wouldn’t tear a child away from their mother.” She reassured him. “But, like I said, I won’t tell her unless you want her to know.” She paused for a moment, crossing her arms.

“I can’t deny that she might not try to be a part of your life, though. In some way. It might be enough for her to get to know you as you are now but…well, I’m just not sure.” Piper sighed. 

“She is smart.” Talia responded through gritted teeth. “That’s the problem, dumbass.” She snarled. “Why aren’t you taking this more seriously?” Her eyes drew to a squint at him. He might’ve made the final save but they’d all put their lives at risk. 

"Because it's not serious to me," Beckett didn't realize that he had to spell that out.  He didn't see this Lilith as a huge concern to him.  Although because of what he was he didn’t tend to see any demons as a threat.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Cole paused as he looked at his approaching son. He guessed he shouldn’t leave until he found out more about Beckett. And confirm that Phoebe was, in fact, his mother.

"Yes," the younger man lied as he looked directly into Cole's eyes.  Part of him wondered if the older demon would fight him on that.  After all he had already been on his way out of the manor.  It wasn't like they had a connection that would prompt him to stay.  He felt like a child when standing in front of Cole, a feeling he didn't like.  He didn't want to need answers from his father but there was so much about his biological parents that he didn’t know.  

The dragon sucks on his teeth as he walks over to the cage, “I don’t know, messing with the Charmed ones things…might not be the best move on my part. They might take me being half Warlock and Dragon poorly and think evil is afoot.” He muses with a hint of a smirk on his face, “Why the bloody hell are you sneaking around in the Halliwell manor anyway?” He looks over to the book, “Some light reading you’re looking for?”

"I think it's been decided that evil is afoot already," the charmed ones already had Lilith to deal with.  Everything else was small potatoes in relation to that.  "Just kick one out of the way."  He wasn't exactly known for being patient.  

He looked over to the book of shadows when Marcel mentioned a little light ready.  "Maybe I was," it wasn't as if the book would going flying away from him.  He might be part demon but it seemed like the Halliwell part of him won over that.

Marcel had plenty of places to go to be sure, he knew where he was in this time and it was no where in the city, so that certainly helped but he figured if he was dragged to the past, maybe Wyatt was as well, he was supposed to be the twice blessed and all that nonsense. Walking up the stairs to the attic the dragon hybrid laughs seeing Beckett locked in a crystal cage, “Well well, you’ve got yourself in a pickle here huh Boyo?”

Beckett wasn't happy about being trapped in the attic for anyone to find... and question.  He already felt like enough people knew things that he didn't want spreading throughout the entire family and magical community.  

He heard someone walking to the stairs and started to panic.  The chances it was someone that he already knew were slim.  With his luck.  Before he could try anything to force his way out of the crystal cage the blonde man walked in.  

So it was someone he knew.  Someone that was acquaintance of his mother's.  "Any chance you can help get me out of it, Marcel?" he asked as he turned to face the man.  It wouldn’t be that hard to do.  All that had to be done was one of those crystals moving out of the circle. 

“You have a place,” the girl questioned confused as she tilted her head to the side for a moment. “In 2007?” Though, really, nothing he said truly surprised her anymore. “As long as it’s not one of those cringey horror flicks,” she laughed as he took her hand. “Where you can literally tell when the jump scares are gonna be and it’s just super corny. Those are the worst.” McKenna closed her eyes as he flamed them out of the manor and to his place. Green eyes took in the bare place before looking back at the male with a small. “It’s a lovely place, Beck,” she told him.

Beckett wasn't sure why she was surprised by that.  It wasn't as if he was going to ask one of the Halliwells if he could crash on their couch.  Even though he was on good terms with a couple of them in the future as a friend.  

He figured their conversation could continue at his place.  It was less likely to have demon attacks or random family members walking in.  "I have a place and a job if you can believe that," he said with a smirk.  "It's big enough that you can stay here if you need to."  He wouldn't offer that to just anyone.

"You can pick what we watch," he was sure that he would enjoy anything she picked.  He let go of her hand and walked to the kitchen.  “Do you need anything?”  Before they got settled with whichever movie she picked.

A small smile formed across his lips at his response before holding out a hand to the male. “Where to,” she questioned. “We could watch Hannibal or The Mist. It’s too bad it’s only 2007. Insidious won’t be out for another 4 years from now.”

"I have a place not too far from here," and by not too far he meant that a second away.  He took the witch's hand.  "We can pick something there."  They could see what was streaming.  He couldn't even remember what movies weren't out yet.  Without a second words they flamed out of the manor and to his place.  It was pretty bare because he hadn't lived there long.