Undefined Influence

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own none of Charmed, kinda wish I did though.

Set when the Charmed Ones were younger, Undefined Influence tells of how the Halliwells find Paige after tragedy strikes.. It includes all four sisters and deals with magic and normal teen issues, its better that this summary sounds believe me.

Ok so I can't remember the actual age differences on the show so mine will be;

Prue: 23

Piper: 21

Phoebe: 17

Paige: 15

Prue sighed to herself as she checked her reflection in the rearview mirror for what was like the millionth time since she left the manor. She was on her way to a job interview at 415 Magazine after finally quitting her job at the Bucklands Auction House. Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel Prue checked her reflection again before looking at her watch and cursing San Francisco traffic, she definitely could not afford to be any later this morning.

Silently cursing her younger sister Phoebe for taking so long in the shower, Prue glanced over her shoulder wondering if she could get away with telekinetically pushing her way through the traffic without getting stung with the affects of personal gain. Prue and her sisters had just recently discovered after the death of their grandmother, that they were in fact witches, a 'gene' passed down through the Halliwell line and something that they were all learning to live with.

'What's the point in having powers if I can't use them when I really need them' Prue thought to herself as she readjusted her sunglasses on her nose. She leant over to the passenger seat to check the route that she had mapped out to the magazine's building. Her sister's had teased her last night when Prue had spent hours calculating which route would get her to the magazine the quickest. She had decided on taking the back way which she had hoped would lower the chances of being stuck in traffic, but she had forgotten about the short trip that would be needed to be taken on the highway in order to actually reach this back way.

Frowning at the driver behind her who was angrily beeping his horn at her, Prue finally reached the turnoff she was looking for. Smiling, Prue looked ahead to the nearly empty back streets and relaxed as she realized that she would now definitely make her interview in time. The job was perfect for her, in highschool Prue had had a passion for photography, however after her mother and grandmother died, leaving Prue and her sisters alone, she had had to put her dreams on hold and get a more secure job to support them which is why she had ended up at Bucklands. Now that Piper was working at P3, Prue had the opportunity to finally pursue this dream.

Pausing at an intersection, Prue reached over for her map, but it slipped from her hands and out the window into the street. Cursing, Prue looked up trying to remember which way the map had said to go. She wasn't completely sure which way to go, but she was feeling a strong pull towards the left street and her recent experiences in witchcraft and demon hunting had taught her to rely on her gut feelings so she made the turn.

Pulling up at another intersection Prue was unprepared for the events that followed. She watched in horror as the car in front of her pulled out into the intersection only to be hit side on by a huge semi trailer. She gasped as she watched almost in slow motion as the car burst into flames and she was already half way out of her own car that she noticed something familiar.

She saw the tell tale signs on blue and white orbs that were the way of traveling for whitelighters, guardian angels for witches. The orbs rematerialized on the pavement away from the burning car, and took the form of a dark haired teenage girl who screamed as the car exploded.

"NO! Mom, Dad," the teenage girl screamed as Prue rushed over to her. The girl was trying to run towards the car but Prue concentrated on her and held her back telekinetically knowing that if the girl got close to the flames that she could end up being badly burnt.

She reached the girl and held onto her as she tried hysterically to free herself from Prue's grasp. Another loud explosion erupted and the force pushed both Prue and the girl to the ground. The girl screamed again and tried to free herself from Prue, but Prue held on tight. She tried to comfort the girl who had begun to repeat over and over again,

"It's all my fault, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"It's not your fault sweetie," Prue said trying in vain to comfort this girl. She didn't know why but she felt an instant connection to her, almost as if she knew her from somewhere else.

The screaming of sirens and screeching of tires signified the arrival of the authorities, and Prue looked up and noticed that the accident had drawn quite a crowd. Police men were creating barriers to keep spectators away from the crash sight while firemen were trying desperately to put out the fire. The semi trailer didn't appear to have much damage to it and ambulance officers were currently treating the driver.

Prue jumped when a voice above her said,

"Excuse me miss, but we're going to have to ask you two to move, it is not safe here," a policeman said.

The policeman's radio crackled and Prue felt the young girl tense in her arms when they heard what was said.

"No survivors, probably died on impact if they were not incinerated."

The girl began to shake uncontrollably as sobs wracked her body. The policeman looked questionably at Prue, waiting for an explanation.

"Her parents were in that car," was all Prue said as she tried once again to comfort this girl.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the policeman said "Do, you have anyone you can stay with now?" he said gently to the girl.

From where she sat Prue felt the girl weakly shake her head.

"Ok, well miss if you come with me I'll take you to child services and they will find you somewhere to stay tonight," the police officer said.

Once again the girl tensed in Prue's arms and began to shake again.

"No, please don't send me there again, I,I, I wanna go home," she said her voice breaking.

"Officer, is it ok if she comes home with me tonight and then can talk more in the morning," Prue said, "I'm a friend of Inspector Morris," she added hoping for extra leverage.

The police officer turned around and said something into his radio, after awhile he turned back around and nodded to Prue. He bent down and handed her contact details for child services and then turned and walked away.

Sitting on the pavement with the teen still sobbing in her arms, Prue wondered how this girl had come to acquire whitelighter abilities. Her job interview forgotten Prue turned to the young girl in her arms.

"Come on sweetie, lets get you home," she said.

The girl didn't say anything she just looked up at Prue with heartbroken brown eyes. Once again Prue felt this connection between them, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Helping the girl to stand Prue introduced herself and then asked the girl what her name was.

"Paige, Paige Matthews."

A/N: Hows that for a cliffy! Wonder how many saw that coming lol, well leave me reviews because reviews make me happy and happy me writes quickly.