A.N Hi all. I'm going to start off by saying I am still writing my other fic 'Saving Cole Turner' (which you should definitely go check out ;)) but this one just wouldn't leave my mind. It started off as an idea for some one-shots but I'm combining them all into one three-chapter story looking at the relationship between Prue and Paige. I feel that the show really didn't handle this well (what was with Prue not being in the big family reunion at the end?!) so here are just a few little bits that I think should've been added in.

Chapter one takes place during season 4 episode 2 'Hell Hath No Fury'

Disclaimer I don't own Charmed.

Chapter One

Paige hadn't wanted to come back to the Manor, no sir. She just wanted to go back to her apartment, take a shower, crawl into bed and sleep for about a week. Her head ached, her eyes were itchy from crying, her boobs still felt weird, and her neck…

"You should get that healed," Phoebe smiled as she sat on the couch beside Paige, dabbing a cloth to the scratches Piper had left in her Fury state.

"Doesn't hurt too bad," Paige forced a laugh and she took the cloth to hold it at her neck gently, biting her lip as she glanced around, "Is Piper…?"

"She's resting," Phoebe sighed, curling her legs up under her and shifting around to look at Paige quietly, "You know she didn't mean to hurt you."

"Oh I know." This time it was the smile that was forced and Paige chewed her cheek quietly, eyes moving around the room because otherwise she'd just be looking at Phoebe, who was staring right back at her, and Paige didn't do too well with this 'all eye contact all the time' thing the Halliwells seemed to love. I guess I'll just get used to it. I mean, I'm a Halliwell too right?

"Are you alright?"

The concern in Phoebe's voice made Paige blush a little, she hadn't had anyone sound so worried about her for a while. Not since her parents had died.

She dared a glance at the other woman, big brown eyes looking up at her. Phoebe had always been so welcoming, so inviting and accepting. Paige sometimes wondered if it was a coping mechanism; saving her that night on the roof of P£ had given the older witch something to focus on, and now making her feel part of the family was helping her grieve for the sister she had lost.

"Just a lot to take in still," Paige said and Phoebe nodded in understanding as Paige went back to looking around the room. The house was so quiet right now but she could imagine it full of noise and laughter, three young sisters running around and causing trouble. Bickering, arguing, 'you stole my Barbie', the things Paige had dreamed about when she was a little girl, an only child, so desperate for siblings.

A photo on the coffee table caught her eye and Paige tilted her head a little. She got up and went over slowly, picking it up. "Oh wow-"

"Careful." Phoebe was on her feet so quick it almost made Paige orb out in fright and she gripped the frame harder so as not to drop it.

"I wasn't…I didn't mean-"

"No, no it's fine." Phoebe bit her lip and took the frame from her, a finger tracing over the photo inside quietly. "It's just, we don't have many of all three of us."

"Oh…" Paige shifted uncomfortably and took the cloth from her neck to put on the side. "I should be going." She patted Phoebe's arm (trying not to cringe at how completely un-sisterly that was) and moved past her, heading for the-

"Paige wait."

Paige turned a little, and Phoebe was holding the frame out to her with a little smile. Surprised, Paige took it and the two of them sat back on the couch quietly.

"Geez what was with the 'do?" Paige laughed a little.

"Oh god don't even, that was in fashion then I swear," Phoebe groaned, hands pressed against her face.

"Phoebe I don't think that was ever in fashion," Paige teased gently and Phoebe giggled shaking her head a little and dropped her hands to look at the photograph.

"It took so long for Grams to get us together to take that," she said with a little smile, "Prue kept sniping and I just didn't want to be there." She tilted her head a little. "I don't remember us standing that close together. Huh." Phoebe shrugged, but she was suddenly aware that Paige looked…sad. Very sad. "Sweetie-"

"Do you think she knows?" Paige murmured quietly as she held the photo frame, three sisters staring back at her but it was the eldest in the middle she was talking about, the one with the darkest hair and piercing blue eyes. The one she'd never meet. "Do you think, Prue knows about me? Maybe someone has told her?" Phoebe didn't say anything so Paige carried on. "Because I know she's, dead…but spirits hang around right? So maybe if someone didn't tell her, maybe she's seen me? Or maybe your Grams and mom told her, when she…you know, when she got 'Up There'." She bit her lip and lightly, very lightly, touched Prue's face. "She looks kind, and strong. Like the kind of big sister who would beat up bullies or bad boyfriends." Still nothing from Phoebe. "She spoke to me one time, at P3? I was at the bar, and she started talking to the barman, then she turned and apologised to me for cutting in. She wouldn't remember it." A sad smile crossed her face.

"I'm sure she knows sweetie…" Phoebe wasn't sure how she spoke through the lump in her throat, a shaky hand moving to brush gently through Paige's hair as the younger girl stared quietly at the photograph.

Neither of them heard Piper on the stairs, silent tears slipping down her cheeks as Paige spoke. She pushed her hands through her hair and pinched her eyes closed. Oh Prue.

"I hope she knows about me," Paige said quietly, "I really, really hope she knows."