Dusted Memories

Piper is faced with a hard decision, one she fights with a sad heart.

Rated: PG/T

Disclaimer: Don't own Charmed. Damn.

All you have to do is sign here and here and everything will be taken care of. Have a nice day Mrs. Halliwell.

The paper sat in front of her like a monstrous demon with a piked tongue that at any moment it would lunge off the table and attack.

Her eyes crossed as she blew a piece of hair from her face. "Why do I even bother trying to care?"

A chirpy voice from behind her made her want to blow something up. "Oh, just sign it sweety. You really can't think so heavily on it. I mean you have you're restaurant now, what would you need the club for?"

Piper crossed her arms on the table, having pushed the document far enough away that it wouldn't even touch her. The pen, not visible.

"Phoebe it's still my club. Memories. Very sweet and some what catastrophic memories were created there and I just can't sign it off. It's our place."

Swiftly sliding into the seat beside her sister, Phoebe propped her chin on her hands and gave a sad smile. " I know sweety, but really? It's just sitting there, growing dust and cobwebs. Why not let someone else put it to good use now?"

Piper frowned, her fingers twisting around the pen suddenly. "I know. It's just...I feel like I'm losing apart of the family. The club is just as if we sold the manor."

Her sister patted her hand in kind. She knew she felt for her but it wasn't the same for Phoebe and Paige. The club had been around when Prue was alive. The original Charmed Ones.

Suddenly their youngest sister popped her head in from the kitchen. "Do you love me?" She questioned, mirth in her voice.

Both Piper and Phoebe narrowed their eyes. "Depends on what you did, this time."

"Hey!" Paige finally came all the way out, her hand on her hips. "That's just rude."

Phoebe laughed. "What is it?"

A smile once again lit Paige's face. "I." She waved her hands to herself enthusiastically. "Have figured out what to do about your club problem."

Piper frowned. "What problem? I'm selling it."

Her sister scoffed. "Yeah right. Those papers that you got there have been sitting there for a good two weeks. If you wanted to sell it, you would have already."

Huffing, Piper rolled her eyes. "Just get to the idea you have."

"Well, why not make the club a place for our more, mystical creatures to hang out?"

Phoebe and Piper in unison went "Huh?"

"You know, like the fairies, gnomes, spirits, you see where I'm going with this?"

It was Phoebe who spoke first. "Actually, I kinda like that idea."

"Yeah...but how do we make money to keep up with it exactly?" Piper's hands twisted the pen cap.

"Simple. Same way we did with regular humans. Drinks. Dancing. Admission. You know. Plus if they can't pay with money, they can pay with helping budget our ingredient stash."

Actually, it didn't sound all that bad.

Placing the pen down, she noticed both her sisters watching her with baited breath. "Fine."

"Fine? Fine what?" Paige looked like she were standing on eggshells.

The finalization documents were in her hands, the middles ripped from the middle. Tossing them on the table, now in shreds, Piper jumped up and clapped her hands together. "Alright, what are we waiting for? We have a lot of work to do make the little guys happy with the place."