A/N: I know I added and deleted this story before but I have more inspiration this time. So, these are the Charmed Ones' powers and ages:
Prue: 23 - Telekinesis and Astral Projection.
Piper: 22 – Freezing and Blowing Things Up.
Phoebe: 21 – Premonitions and Levitating.
Paige: 20 – Orbing, Telepathy, Partial Healing, Sensing and Glamouring.
Pixie: 14 – Orbing, Partial Healing, Sensing, Glamouring, Telekinesis, Freezing, Premonitions and Telepathy.
Prue, Piper and Phoebe have their original powers but they developed quicker than in the show. Paige has a completely new power as well as her original whitelighter powers and Pixie has all her sisters' powers when they first got them. They may develop but I'm not sure yet. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Moving In
Pixie was in her room, trying to draw a picture of her dad from her memories. It was no use though, she had only met him once and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to remember her dad's exact features. Well, she could in her head but once pen met paper, her mind went completely blank or it just came out all wrong. Pixie threw her pen and pad down in anger.
"Hey Pixie, Lisa wants to see you in her office," said her best friend, Gage, walking into her room and sitting down on her bed.
"What is it this time? I haven't done anything. Have I?" Pixie asked, distressed, she was always getting blamed for stuff that she never did, like moving things out of place or ruining things she hated.
"A hello would be nice," teased Gage, hitting her lightly with a pillow, trying to start a pillow fight.
"Gage! You're not helping." She insisted, trying to bat the pillow away with her hand but missing, however the pillow still went flying to the other side of the room. Pixie could never understand why these things always happened around her, or why Gage never questioned them, however strange. That was one of the many great things about Gage, he never asked questions.
"I don't know, something about your sisters," replied Gage.
"They're not my sisters," she muttered quietly to herself.
"They are Pixie," he said.
"By blood but not anything else, as soon as Grams died, they abandoned me and haven't talked to me since, for two years Gage, two years!" Pixie yelled.
When Grams had died, Pixie had been twelve, she had four sisters. Prue, who was the oldest, had been twenty-one when their Grams had died, Piper had been twenty, Phoebe, nineteen and Paige had been eighteen.
"I would go down now if I were you, you don't want Lisa to get mad," replied Gage, trying to get away from the topic of her sisters.
"Whatever," said Pixie moodily. She got up from the bed and left her room, slamming the door behind her with Gage still in there.
"Get out of my way Clara," she shouted to a five year old girl, shoving her hard against the wall.
"Ouch Pixie, don't be mean!" she whined.
Pixie ignored her and carried on walking down the stairs. She knocked on the door to Lisa's office and waited impatiently outside.
"Come in," she heard Lisa call from inside. Pixie opened the door and went in, surprised to see Steve, one of the care workers talking with Lisa.
"Hello Pixie, I take it you don't know why you're here?"
"Gage said it might be something about my 'sisters'" replied Pixie, putting the word sisters in quotation marks with her fingers as she said it.
"Don't do that Pixie," said Steve, "Social services and your sisters agreed that they wouldn't make contact because it would be too hard for you and you know that,"
"I needed them when Grams died though, and when dad died," she complained sadly.
"And you were able to see your sisters a little after you came here, weren't you?" Lisa asked. Pixie nodded her head vaguely.
"But you decided that you didn't want to stay and ran back here, since then we decided it was best not to stay in contact with them in case it upset you," Steve explained.
"It wouldn't have upset me," Pixie argued back.
"Why did you run off like that anyway? In the middle of a storm? Your sisters were very worried about you," said Lisa.
"I don't know," replied Pixie, of course she knew but she wasn't about to tell them that her sisters had tried to fool her into thinking that she and them were witches, "why are we talking about this? It happened ages ago,"
"That's very true Pixie and that's not why we brought you down here. How would you feel if you moved back in with your sisters?" Lisa asked, smiling.
"I would hate it, I wouldn't want to," she said truthfully.
"Well, the thing is, social services have decided that you should move back in with your sisters," explained Lisa.
"Tomorrow," added Steve.
Pixie looked at Lisa and Steve, horrified. "Do I even have a say in this?" Pixie shouted, angry and confused. Why now? What was so special about tomorrow? Why did it have to be so soon? And so sudden?
Lisa obviously understood what she was thinking and decided to explain it to her.
"You're eldest sister phoned me a couple of weeks ago to explain that they have a steady income now and that they were ready for you to move back in with them. You know that living here was only temporary anyway, just until your sisters were ready. Anyway, I started to organise you moving back in straight away and you will be moving in tomorrow afternoon. I know it will come as a shock but you will realise it's what you want and need," she said.
"What? I don't want it! Why do I need it? Why didn't you tell me as soon as she phoned? I'm not going! You can't make me," said Pixie, whispering the last sentence so they didn't hear her. She walked out calmly and silently closed the door behind her.
"What did she want?" asked Gage once Pixie had come back upstairs. Pixie didn't answer, she just grabbed her suitcase and started throwing all her things into it.
"Pixie? Are you running away?" asked Gage, tapping her on the shoulder.
"Gage, will you get me some black bin bags, please?" asked Pixie, completely ignoring his question again. Gage sighed and went to get the bags, hoping that she would be a bit more cooperative once she had them. He did not want Pixie to run away. What did Lisa say to her?
"So, are you gonna tell me what you and Lisa were talking about?" asked Gage once he had come back with the bin bags.
Pixie sat down on the bed and looked at her feet. "I'm moving back in with-with Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paige," Pixie explained softly with tears in her eyes. She wasn't going to cry though, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"Your sisters? Why?" asked Gage, completely shocked but feeling numb. He couldn't believe it, his best and only friend was leaving to go and live with family that she hadn't spoken to in years. He felt so let down. Gage got off the bed to leave but Pixie held out her hand to stop him.
"Please, let me explain," begged Pixie, almost sobbing. Gage could see that she was upset so sat back down and put his arm round her. It was probably the closest they had got since the bus accident and it felt good. They weren't going out but people always assumed that they were because they were always together. They just didn't think about each other like that but still, a comforting hand was always nice.
"Prue-Prue phoned Lisa a couple of weeks ago to say they all have jobs now and I have to move back in with them - tomorrow. I don't want to and I'm going to try and persuade Lisa that I can't go but if she says I have to - well, I'm going to make sure we see each other every day and we're gonna see each other at school and stuff. I really don't want to go Gage! Don't let them take me away," sobbed Pixie, the tears falling off her cheeks as she cried. Gage felt so bad that he had assumed that it was Pixie that had agreed to it. He couldn't help himself, his best friend seemed so upset, and he hugged Pixie. Pixie hugged him back, glad that he understood and was there for her.
"Come on, I'll help you pack and then we can just hang out together," Gage said, grabbing a bag from the roll he had brought up.
"I thought you had that homework assignment for Mr Clarke to do by Monday?" asked Pixie, wiping her eyes.
"You have to do it too and anyway, it's only Friday, it can wait, I'm sure he'll understand," Gage said.
"Mr Clarke? Have feelings? You've got to be kidding me," laughed Pixie through blowing her nose.
"True, but who cares?" said Gage, opening her cupboard and grabbing a handful of socks.
"Thanks Gage. Don't bother folding anything," said Pixie.
They spent the next hour and a half packing all her things into bags and one suitcase. Once they had finished, they put them in the corner of her room, ready for tomorrow and talked until the early hours of Saturday.
They didn't talk about anything in particular, memories of when they were younger and lived with their families. Gage talked about life with his mum and dad and how everything changed once his mum had died. Pixie talked about life before Grams had died and how Phoebe and Paige had been so rebellious and that she had wanted to follow in their footsteps. About the many times she got grounded with Phoebe and Paige for sneaking out and then sneaking out to go to parties. She explained that she didn't remember her mum at all as she had died pretty much as soon as she was born and that Grams had stopped her and Paige from seeing their dad and that she had never met him before a year ago, which was the last time she would ever see him.
She also told him about the day her dad had died. She had cried then and Gage had comforted her. This was the first time that they had ever talked about their lives before they came into care and they loved every moment of it. Steve had come in at about 2:30 to say they needed to get some sleep and Gage had gone back to his room that he shared with an eleven year old boy called Elliot. Pixie had fallen asleep almost immediately after Gage had left and had a great sleep, without any nightmares of when her dad had died. That was probably because she had talked about it for the first time since it had happened. They had taken her to a councillor, Mr Maxwell, but she had refused to speak. She had only wanted to speak to Paige.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it guys. Please review, I would appreciate it and they inspire me to write quicker. Thanks!
