a/n: okay, so this is in a slightly altered world around season two-ish. I changed little bits (like Jack) to write this, so you kind of have to pay attention and follow along. I have more of this written, so the more reviews I get the more I post. Until I run out of pre-written stuff, and then I may ask for ideas, so review, review, review people!

disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Charmed. I do own Ryan, but that's about it. Oh, and the mention of that Calvin dude, I own him too.

and yes, for any diehard Charmed fans, I did steal the Halliwell hat trick line from the writers, it actually kind of inspired the story.
"Prue, can I come in, sunshine?" Phoebe Halliwell asked through her sister's bedroom, knocking. No answer. Hmm, either Prue was still asleep (unlikely, as it was ten in the morning), or someone had gotten lucky. Phoebe suspected the latter. She opened the door and surprise, surprise, the room was empty, and the bed made. She smiled; Prue deserved to be happy after Andy. But since Prue wasn't there to spill her guts to, Phoebe padded down the hall to Piper's room.

"Piper, guess who got lucky last night," she yelled through Piper's door.

"Uh, Phoebes, little busy right now," Piper yelled back, out of breath, "See you later." That's when Phoebe realized that Leo had an almost day off of sorts. At least, no charges had been calling.

"Sorry, Piper, I'm gonna go downstairs now. You go back to what you were doing. Even if it is only ten. Little early, but I totally get it. So I'm gonna shut up now and go get breakfast, bye!" Phoebe chirped and headed to the kitchen.

She made it down the stairs when the phone started to ring. Guess I'll get it, she thought bitterly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Phoebes," Prue's voice sang through the phone.

"Good morning, sunshine. And how is Miss Lucky? I assume she is very lucky as usual. Which reminds me, how's Ryan?" Phoebe inquired.

"He's fine, very fine."

"In both senses of the word," Phoebe retorted.

"So, is everything okay there? How's Piper?" Prue asked.

"Prue, you realize that you sound like you've been gone for months, right?"

"Well, I have to make sure that no creepies are hanging around, begging to die."

"True, very true; well, at last check, no creepies, just Leo, who is getting lucky too."

"Phoebe! That is a truly gross statement."

"You didn't have to almost walk in on them, like me. I'm entitled to my bitching. I'm just thankful that I knocked first," Phoebe sighed.

"As you should be. But what's up, Phoebes? You sound sad. Why, my baby sister?"

"You know, I'm not sure I know. It's too bad Mr. Bad Calvin Man cancelled, or we might have scored a Halliwell hat trick."

"And I'm so sorry for that, my bee-you-tiful sister. But you deserve better than a man who cancels on you for no reason."

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm sure one of these days I will find him," Phoebe grumbled.

"Yeah, well I love you, and I count way more than any guy ever could, right?"

"If you say so."

"Phoebe! I'm hurt! And just for that I'm going to take back your present that I got you!"

"Got me? What see something cute in the corner store? There is nothing cute in any stores on the way from where we were to Ryan's apartment. Prue, where are you?"

"That's right; I forgot to tell you, didn't I?"

"Forgot to tell me what, Prue?"

"I'm in New York. Ryan had a jet ready and we flew over here for the day."

"How could you forget to tell me that, Prue? I think you owe it to me that you tell me when you're going further than the city limits!" Phoebe yelled into the phone.

"You are so right, and I am so wrong. So to make up for it, I have a question for you."

"What question could possibly make up for not telling me you were going to New York?" Phoebe snapped.

"How would you like to be my maid of honor?"