Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or any of its characters. I do not intend to make any money from this story.

Warning: This story will contain a scene in which a demon comes close to sexually assaulting one of the Charmed Ones. I don't promise that it will be comfortable to read (it certainly won't be easy to write), but I feel it is necessary to the story. If that offends you, I would advise against reading this story.

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Halliwell Manor. January 4, 2006. 9:03 PM.


"There!" Piper shouted as she gestured at the coffee table. It exploded violently, showering the room in wood fragments.

Phoebe spun around and kicked a chest of drawers, smashing it. The two Charmed Ones looked wildly around the room, but the threat was eliminated. Phoebe sighed with relief.

"I think we did it." She smiled and rested her hand on the wall. Suddenly, she tensed as a vision came to her. 

"Phoebe?"

"Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Piper asked, taking a step towards her. 

"I saw—" Phoebe began, but as she spoke, the electricity cut out.

"Oh no."

"…That," Phoebe finished. "It cut the power lines."

"Now what?" Piper asked, standing back-to-back with Phoebe.

"Just hold this thing back until Paige gets here," Phoebe said. 

In a corner of the room, a demon rose from the floor. "Nice try. But you can't stop me."

The demon smiled as it walked towards them, but they could barely see that through the shadow that wrapped itself around the demon's body like a cloud of smoke. The only clear feature were the two black voids where its eyes should have been.

Paige orbed into the room at that moment. 

"Did you find Wyatt?" Piper asked, glancing at Paige.

"He's safe."

"Look," The demon growled, "You can't defeat me, and I'll kill the boy no matter what you do. Just make it easy on yourselves, and bring him to me."

Piper put her hands up and froze the demon, but it started to break free almost instantly.

"Hurry," Phoebe said, handing Paige a slip of paper. 

The three witches read the spell. "Your shadows fall, and hear no call. You lived by night, but die in light."

A bright flash filled the room, and the demon fell to the ground. It screamed in rage and pain. A blue glow began to surround the Charmed Ones. 

"Do you feel that?" Phoebe asked.

"Just keep going!" Paige shouted, pointing at the demon. It was back on its feet, and preparing to attack. 

"Your shadows fall—" The three women chanted, but the spell went unfinished. The blue glow grew and enveloped them, and they vanished.


Behind P3. January 4, 2026. 9:04 PM. 

 
"We can't wait anymore," Prue said, turning to her companion. He was a young man, with dark hair and eyes, and he had a muscular frame. He wore a black trench coat, and there was a ring with a large pearl on his finger. 

"I know." He checked his watch one more time. "Start the spell."

The two of them stood together and held hands. They began to chant the words of a spell. "Out of dark, out of time, bring us three of the Halliwell line. In their time they lost the fight, but send them here and turn mistakes to right." There was a slight pause, then a blue light began to glow nearby. It grew quickly, and soon the two witches were unable to look any longer. When the light subsided, Piper, Paige, and Phoebe were standing in its place.
 
The three Charmed Ones looked at their new surroundings. They were outside, in an alley. Two dilapidated buildings rose up on either side. The street nearby was littered with broken glass and used fast food containers, but the ground in the alley was unusually clean. Phoebe was the first to notice the two witches standing a short distance away.
 
Phoebe gasped. Piper and Paige immediately turned their attention to see what she was looking at.
 
"Prue?" Piper asked, her voice wavering. 

Prue smiled as tears began to form in her eyes. "I've missed you so much."

Piper and Phoebe ran to her. Phoebe and Piper wrapped their arms around Prue, and Prue held them both. The three sisters cried together, unable to speak. The lost sister had returned, and for a moment, the universe was perfect.
 
Phoebe rested her head on Prue's shoulder and tried to talk. "We wanted to see you after… but they wouldn't let us. We couldn't…"

"I know," Prue said, running her hand through Phoebe's hair. "It's okay."

Prue hugged them for a moment longer before she let go. Reluctantly, Piper and Phoebe let go as well and stepped back.
 
"Hi," Paige said softly. 

"Paige," Prue said. "I'm so glad you found Piper and Phoebe."

Paige smiled. "I just wish we'd met sooner."

"You have no idea." Prue looked over at her other sisters for a moment before she turned back to Paige. "But we're together now, and that's what matters."

Prue put her arm around Paige, but it was not the carefree embrace that Prue had shared with her other sisters. For Paige, the sister that she had never known had suddenly come back to life, and that was too much to ask anyone to deal with so quickly.
 
"Prue," Piper said. Prue let go of Paige and looked at Piper. "I don't mean to be pessimistic or anything, but this seems to good to be true. What's going on? And why are we here?"

Prue glanced over at the young man who had been standing off to the side. "It's a long story." "Just tell them how you got here," The man said. "We can explain the rest later."

"And who are you?" Piper demanded. 

"That isn't important now," He said. 

"Like hell," Piper said, taking a few steps towards him. "If this is some kind of demonic trick, I swear--"

"Piper, don't," Prue said. 

"No, it's all right. I'd be saying the same thing in her place." He sounded calm, but there was an injured look in his eyes. 

Piper didn't back down, but her voice was softer when she spoke again. "You still didn't answer."

"Piper, don't you recognize me?"

"Recognize you?" Piper looked at him, and he did look familiar. She couldn't remember exactly where she had seen him before. Then she looked into his eyes, and realization dawned. "No… you can't be…"

"What?" Phoebe asked. 

"I'm sorry," The man said.

"Who are you!?" Piper shouted.

"You know who I am." He said. "My name is Wyatt Halliwell, and this is January 4th, 2026. You were summoned here because we need your help."

"No…" Piper shook her head. 

"Piper, what's wrong?" Phoebe asked.

Piper looked back at her sister. "If we were still alive, they wouldn't have to summon us."