[Season One] A Twist Of Fate

[Episode One] Unexpected Encounters

[Disclaimer] I don't own Charmed. I own the plot, Faith, Tara, Paetyn, Phyre, Pyro, and possibly some future characters.

[Progress] I hope to update once or twice a week, and perhaps even finish this Season and began with the next by Christmas Break.

[Characters]

=Dead

-Patty Victor-

Prue

Piper (27) Leo = Wyatt (4), Chris (2)

Phoebe (25) Cole = Faith (6)

-Patty Sam-

Paige (21) none one = none

-Tara Sam-

Paetyn (15)

Phyre (11)

Pyro (11)

Tara was Patty's best friend and distant cousin, she is also a witch, but she was killed by a demon. Sam was killed by "unknown natural causes."

Paige Mathew pushed ajar the large wooden front door to the Manor. Her eyes never left the tan envelope clutched within her grasp even after she slipped inside. She tossed the other mail aside onto a small end table. As the door sealed behind her, she carefully slid her ruby red fingernails under the glued flap and ripped it completely off. In silence she pulled a professional-looking document from its threshold. After the letter was outspread, she quickly scanned the page, searching its contents.

"Piper! Phoebe!" her voice echoed throughout the rather large house.

The sound of quick-paced footsteps came from both directions as her two sisters entered the entry hallway. Piper appeared to be slightly irritated, but Phoebe was genially worried until she saw Paige.

"You called us in here to read the mail?" a puzzled Phoebe exclaimed.

Piper rolled her eyes but slightly agreed, "Leo and I were putting Chris and Wyatt to sleep!"

Faith, Phoebe's daughter of six years peaked around the corner, trying to find out what the excitement was about. She deemed it to be boring, after all, and bounced off like a bunny rabbit. Phoebe just blinked and shook her head at this.

"Oops, sorry!" squeaked Paige as quietly as she could, but her voice returned to normal as she explained, "It's Sam…my father's…he passed away."

"Sooo…Did he leave you anything?" piped up Phoebe insensitively, figuring Paige and Sam probably weren't that close.

"Her father died!" snapped Piper, bopping her younger sister upside the head.

Phoebe opened her mouth to make a comeback, just when they both realized Paige had already sauntered off, making her way to the living room.

Piper and Phoebe glanced at each other and then practically raced into the living room. As they neared where Paige was standing, by the white floral couch, Piper called out, "Hel-lo! We're nosy, you know!"

Paige gave a distracted little nod, showing she really had no idea what Piper was talking about. Phoebe tried to snatch the paper away, which snapped Paige into reality.

"Let go!" Paige insisted, and when Phoebe began to behave she read aloud, "It says…that…he died of an unknown natural cause, possibly a heart attack. He's left me a small sum of money, part ownership of a house in Montana, and... Three half sisters?!" Her voice cracked and a moment later she was collapsed on the rug.

"Crap!" Piper uttered loudly, kneeling down beside Paige and Phoebe, who was already at her sister's side.

As if on cue, Leo walked in, both sons in his arms. Chris noticed Paige on the floor immediately, but Wyatt seemed to just want to be put down.

"Is everything alright? You've been a while..." he stated, leaning against the back of the couch to lay the two boys on it, "Where's Pai-" he stopped, noticing her on the ground.

He went around the couch and placed his hands over her eyes. They glowed a soft blue hue.

"What happened?" he questioned, but neither answered, unsure of the answer themselves.

They all paused, waiting expectantly for her to awake, but she didn't.

"She should be awake by now..." Leo noted in a soft concerned tone.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Paige grumbled her reply, "I am, I just don't want to wake up!"

Three raven-haired children walked down the platform off the plane into the airport. The tallest at 5'5" and oldest at 15 years of age was in the middle holding tight the hands of her two almost-identical twin sisters. Each of the younger sisters were holding a small suitcase. Walking to the lobby, they all sat down in silence, three sets of emerald eyes obliviously searching intensively for a specific someone.

An average-height dark man approached the three Wilder sisters and when he was standing right before them her took off his hat politely and extended his hand toward Paetyn.

Unsure of what to do, she reluctantly shook his hand, but dropped it immediately afterwards.

"Are you Paetyn, Phyre and Pyro?" he cautiously asked, sensing the eldest uneasiness.

"Well, I'm Paetyn," she responded, "Phyre and Pyro are them." she thrust a finger at the two 11-year-olds beside her.

Pyro and Phyre giggled slightly under their breath, but the man chose to ignore it.

"I'm Daryl, I'm here to escort you to your sisters',"

"Half-sister" Phyre corrected, interrupting. No one caught on that he meant more then one sister.

"Well, you're half sisters',"

Paetyn nodded, deciding they had nothing to do but trust him. She stood up and the twins followed suit.

Daryl grabbed the two suitcases, "Is this all?"

"Mmmhmm," Phyre responded as Pyro nodded. Paetyn was already nearing the exit of the airport, glancing back at them every now in then. The three hurried to catch up.

As they got closer to Daryl's police car, Phyre's eyes went wide, "Are we being arrested?!"

Paetyn rolled her eyes and Pyro explained to her sister kindly, "He's a cop, stupid."

After the group of four piled into the car, the conversation died and it was silent for nearly half the drive.

"Sooo…Where are you all from?" Daryl attempted to lighten the mood.

"Montana." Paetyn stated flatly.

Some attempts are prone to fail, "Have you ever met them?"

"Them?" Paetyn questioned, looking in the side mirror at her 11-year-old sisters who seemed to be in their own little world in the backseat.

"Yes, Paige, Piper, and Phoebe," he explained.

"Are those her children?" Paetyn noticed instantly that all of their names began with a 'P' like her own sisters and herself.

"They're her…never mind," Daryl decided to let her figure out herself. He didn't know how much she even knew. Was she aware that her 'half sisters' are witches?

The rest of the journey, again, was silent.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up at the beautiful two-story Victorian house known as 'The Manor'.

Leisurely Paetyn opened her own door, closing it behind her as she looked up at where she was going to have to live, at least for a little while... Daryl let Pyro and Phyre out and opened the trunk to get their suitcases. Walking with them to the front doors, all the sisters' eyes were on the houses façade, wondering why their sister had such a large house.

Daryl pushed the doorbell and they all waited patiently. No one answered. Again, he rung the doorbell, which they could hear from outside.

"Daryl, are you there? It's an emergency! Come to High Way 24 immediately!" the walky-talky at the man's hip called out.

Daryl dropped the suitcases, "Sorry girl's, I've got to run! Pleasure meeting you! Bye!" and with that, he was off.

For a few moments the three sisters merely stood there until Paetyn attempted the doorbell again.

From inside the house a rattling, constant but slightly spaced-out banging noise slowly came towards the door.

Faith bounced into the kitchen and grabbed a carrot from the bottom drawer within their fridge rater. As she crunched it between her teeth the doorbell rang. She hopped off towards it, her blonde hair bouncing all the way.

By the time she made it to the door it was rung once again. She bounced around in circles for a moment, finishing up her carrot, and the pulled the door open with a huge cute grin spread across her face.

Standing at the doorway were three expressionless girls, all older then her. Her smile faded, and she decided the best thing to would be is to get her mommy. With that she pranced away, leaving the door wide open.

Paetyn moaned within as she realized she was going to have to share the house with a hyperactive little girl. She took a step inside after the rabbit-child was no longer in hearing distance.

"Are we allowed?" whispered Phyre to Pyro, who merely shrugged. They had no choice but to stick with their sister.

The three girls followed a small corridor, and they began to hear some muffled voice, which they used as a guide. Right before they entered the living room, the voices became distinct and understandable. Paetyn took a step into view, her sisters crowded behind her.

"Where are we going to put them?" Piper asked just as three children who looked lost and alone in the world appeared right in her gaze.

[Authors Notes] I hope you like this chapter, and I'd appreciate any and all feedback. I have a lot of ideas for this story, so don't expect this to have a sudden end or be extremely short. Do expect some nice twists, and a pretty cool plot (I hope) with some relatable new characters. I hope my story isn't to cliché. Anyways, I'll update ASAP. Bah bei! 3 Paige. (That's my real name.)