She watched as the rain fell harder on to the pavement. Another winter rainstorm as the sky lit up with another round of lightening. She flinched as she turned and backed away from the window in search of anything that would keep her mind off the storm outside, preferably one of her sisters.

She approached her sister and stood right beside her flinching, as the thunder roared above them. This causing her sister to look up at her.

"You are not still afraid of thunder and lightening storms?" she laughed slightly at her grown sisters' fear

"No. Ok maybe, just a little." She confessed, as she felt her sisters arm wrap around her waist.

"You are such a big baby."

"But I'm your baby." Phoebe said as she rested her head on her sisters' shoulder.

"No you are our baby. Both of ours, now why don't you help me with dinner before our other sister gets home"

"Well its better then watching the storm." She laughed as she grabbed a potato and the peeler.

Piper watched as Phoebe peeled the potatoes and with each clap of thunder she had to hold back the laughter as her baby sister flinched at the loud rumble in the distance. But the lightening was what really got her sister going. "Phoebe it can't hurt you."

Phoebe looked at her sister knowing what she was talking about but not ready to admit her fear. "I am not."

"Phoebe you are so. Just admit it. Look we all have our silly fears. Yours is thunder and most lightening storms. That is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Whatever. Look I'm going up stairs." Phoebe left the kitchen for her room. Though not really sure she wanted to be alone with the storm on.

Prue ran up the stairs before she got completely drenched from the California rainstorm. Shaking off her coat at the front entrance she closed the door behind her smelling Pipers cooking almost immediately. "Piper?"

"In here Prue."

Prue made her way to the back of the Manor in search of her sisters. "Hey there." she greeted Piper.

"Hey. How was work?"

"Well other then Darren being a pain in the ass it wasn't that bad." Prue laughed.

"Hmm so what is it with you and the new reporter anyway?" Piper asked though she was pretty certain as to what was going on. The typical game of cat and mouse.

Prue grabbed a piece of the celery Piper was starting to chop for dinner, "I don't know. I mean he is such a jerk."

"But." Piper egged her on

"But nothing."

"Riiiiight." Piper smiled at Prue, knowing that her sister thought more of Darren then a jerk.

Prue took one last glance at Piper before leaving the kitchen behind in search of her other sister. The sister she knew would not be to happy about the storm over head.

Phoebe lay on her bed, flinching as each flash of light came through her curtains. She didn't understand why she was still bothered by the storms. 'You would think everything I've seen in the past year and a half I could handle a lil storm.' But she couldn't, as she grabbed hold of her pillow as the next crack of lightening lit up her room.

She looked at the picture of her and her sisters and wondered how time had flown by since they became witches.

Prue knocked and then opened the door to her youngest sisters' room. "Hey kiddo. You ok?" Prue asked as she jumped on the edge of Phoebes bad.

"Yeah you know. A pillow to hug, a thunder and lightening storm up above. Just great." Phoebe answered sarcastically.

Prue reached her arms around Phoebe and pulled her close to her, "Big Sis won't let anything happen to Beebee." Prue said with a smile.

"Ok, so not funny Prue." Phoebe said though not moving from her sisters' hug.

The two of them just lay there as another crack of thunder and the night sky lit up with a bolt of lightening, causing Phoebe to jump slightly. But she knew she was safe in Prues arms.

He watched through his own means of magic as each sister moved about the Manor. He had being watching them for some time now. But what he needed was for a weakness, one chance to rid the world of them forever. And he knew that his time was coming near;.he could feel it.

Later that night Phoebe sat on the couch leaning against Prues legs, who had her legs tucked underneath her.

Prue absently ran her hand over Phoebes head and played with a curl in her sisters' hair as the movie played on.

Piper sat in the chair across from her sisters, her feet draped over the armrest, as she ever now and then would cast a glance to her two sisters. 'When had they once again become sisters again?' She couldn't even remember when. But she knew it was ever since Phoebe returned from NYC and read for the BOS in the attic, opening to them all a new world and their heritage.

The show ended and the three of them sat there not ready to move. Each just thinking and enjoying the company of each other.

"Ok. I hate to be first here. But I need sleep." Piper said as she got up and kissed both her sisters good night.

"Night Pipe." Prue and Phoebe said together, as they watched the middle sister make her way up the stairs to her room.

Phoebe stayed resting her head against Prue. Not ready yet to give up the warmth of the couch or her sister. She also didn't want to go to bed with the storm still brewing outside. "Remember when we used to do this when I was little?" Phoebe asked not looking up at Prue.

"Yeah. You used to be so scared of the storms then. I remember when you were like three and Grams still had the gate on your bed to keep you in. you had somehow managed to make your way over the top and to my room you were so scared."

Phoebe smiled at her sisters' memory, "you should have known then I'd be a handful."

"Yes I should have. But I didn't mind then. You were so tiny you would wrap your tiny arms around my neck and then fall back to sleep in my arms."

They sat there a little longer in silence, before Prue started again with her own memories, "That was always the best part of Christmas for me. Seeing you running in my room and then down to Pipers room. Screaming at the top of your lungs that Santa had come. Then the magic in your face, when you were under the tree, grabbing at anything you could get your hands on."

Phoebe listened to her sister and tried to recall a time when she was happier, then she was at that very moment. "The good ole days hey?"

"Yeah they were. But now is good to." Prue said, as she reached down and hugged Phoebe the best she could from that angle.

Phoebe relished she got from her sister, "Sometimes I wish I could get those days back again."

"It doesn't make the holidays any less if you are three years old Phoebe. You have that special magic in you no matter what."

"Well apparently we were all born with it." she said with a smile as she looked up at Prue.

Silence once again was the only sound other then the crackle of the fire, as itself was getting ready to go out for the night. The last log all but a slight bundle of red coal.

Phoebe turned slightly as she reached up and gave Prue a kiss on the cheek, "Night Prue. Love you."

"Night squirt. Love you too." Prue said as she hugged her sister.

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Phoebe pulled the quilt around her, hoping to block out the sound of the rumbling thunder in the distance. I wasn't long beofre she felt herself drifting off to sleep, but it wasn't much longer when she heard the boom of the thunde echo out her window followed by the crack of lightening, that startled her awake. So much she practically fell out of bed as she ran to Prues room, much as she had many years before.

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Prue had closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the storm in the distance. Unlike Phoebe she loved the storms. She started to drift off to sleep as she heard the storm getting closer once again. She chuckled to herself wondering how long it would be until Phoebe ran in her room. Though it wasn't long after she started to drift off to sleep when she heard the feet in the hall and her door squeak open.

"Come on Phoebe." She said as the pulled her covers back, but her sister never came. Prue opened her eyes wondering where Phoebe was. She had heard her door open, yet no Phoebe. That was until she felt a tug on her sheets. Leaning over she flicked on her small light. Only to be met by the frightened brown eyes of her baby sister, literally. "Phoebe?" Prue asked, seeing her now three-year-old sister standing beside her bed. Her tears running down her face and her face showing signs of being scared and confused all at once.