Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, sadly. All rights go to its
creators, editors, and the Wb (And anyone else I missed). This story is
fictional, though it follows events from the show to a certain extent.
Authors note: I know this is short, but it's only the beginning. It will get longer and better, I promise. Winter break is coming up, so I'll be able to post a ton soon!
It was a bright and sunny day at Halliwell Manor. There wasn't a dark cloud in the sky. Inside, it was just as bright and cheerful. Well, almost. Piper Halliwell sat at the kitchen table, slowly sipping a warm cup of freshly brewed coffee. She flipped aimlessly through the paper, barely taking in what she was reading. She set the paper down, tears welling in her soft brown eyes. She heard footsteps outside the kitchen and tried to wipe away her tears, but was too slow. Her younger sister, Phoebe, had just woken up a few minutes ago. She entered the kitchen, dressed in her pajamas. Frowning deeply, Phoebe sat next to Piper and took her hand in her own.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Phoebe asked, immediately noticing that her sister had been crying.
"I-it's just." Piper chewed her lip. "It's just that.it's the three year anniversary of Prue's death," she said, blinking back the fountain of tears that threatened her.
Phoebe clutched her sister's hand tighter, sympathizing with her.
Phoebe had been the one that introduced her and her two sisters to their destiny. It happened six years ago when Phoebe moved back into the Manor, handed down to the sisters after their grandmother passed away. An old spirit board had led her to the attic, where she discovered the Book of Shadows, a magical spell book filled with spells, potions, and bios on all things evil. It had been passed down throughout the Halliwell family line. By reading the first spell in the book, Phoebe unlocked a door that could never be locked again. Each sister was enchanted with a special power; Prue, the ability of telekinesis; Piper, the ability to freeze objects and people; Phoebe, the power of premonition. With these, the Power of Three emerged, the most powerful witches.
But three years ago, a demon assassin had been sent to kill the sisters. The sisters used a spell to vanquish him, but he wasn't really vanquished, just hurt. Prue and Piper ran out after him, down the street. They used their powers to vanquish him and were caught on the news, live. Chaos followed and led to Piper being shot and dying in the hospital. Just as Prue was about to be shot by armed forces, time was reset, thanks to Phoebe. Unaware of this sudden change, the demon assassin succeeded in attacking and killing Piper and Prue. Leo arrived, just in time to save Piper, but not Prue. The Power of Three had been broken. Once a strong force it was now shattered.
Until rookie witch, and lost sister, Paige Matthews, appeared on the scene. Reluctant to her powers at first, she filled the position of the third witch. A black hole had been left where Prue used to be. But Piper and Phoebe soon accepted their half-sister and the Power of Three was reunited.
" I know you miss her, honey. I do, too. We'll never stop missing her, but-"
"Miss who?" Paige had entered the kitchen, cutting Phoebe off. The silence that met her was awkward. It seemed she had interrupted a special Sister Only conversation. She blushed a bit. "Guess I interrupted something important." she murmured. She went quickly to the fridge, grabbed a peach Snapple, then began to quickly head back for her room.
"Paige, wait. You don't have to go. You didn't interrupt anything," Phoebe called after her.
"Really?" Paige questioned, scrunching up her nose a bit.
Phoebe nodded and smiled. "Really. Come sit down." She waited for her younger sister to sit before speaking. "We were talking about Prue.she's been dead for three years to this day."
Paige frowned slightly. "Oh.so, are you going to do something for it, then?" She asked, choosing her words carefully.
Piper nodded, swiping at some more tears that had escaped her. "I don't know what, but I feel I should...in her memory."
Paige nodded, but Phoebe spoke first. "Maybe we should go visit her grave? Say hi."
Piper nodded, glancing at Paige.
"You guys go.I'd just feel weird." she said, standing.
"Are you sure?" Phoebe questioned, watching Paige closely. When her younger sister nodded, Phoebe stood. "Come on, Piper. I'll drive." She glanced at Paige once before standing and grabbing the keys to her car off the counter. She and Piper said good-bye before leaving out the front door.
Paige sighed and escaped up to her room. She flopped onto the bed, starring at her ceiling. "Why do I still feel like a third wheel? It's been three years!" She grumbled miserably. She closed her eyes, but a bright light made her open them and sit up fast.
Standing in front of Paige, dressed in a long white burial dress that fell to her feet, shrouded by a bright blue light, was Prue Halliwell.
*~*~*
Paige gasped in shock, jumping up from her bed, backing inter her wall. Prue blinked, shock and fear etched on her pale face. The light around her died down. She looked up at Paige, squinting her eyes and blinking. For her safety, Prue hadn't been informed of her long lost half sister. To her, Paige was an intruder, residing in her old room. Fury began to wash over Prue. She didn't know why she was back, but whatever the reason, it could wait. Where were Piper and Phoebe? How could they have been so careless as to leave a door or window unlocked? But then it struck her.maybe this women wasn't human, but a demon who could enter the home at any time she pleased? Not thinking, not even bothering to wonder if her powers even worked, since she wasn't a Charmed One anymore, she threw out her hand. Her aim was off, and sent the lamp on the desk into the wall instead of the female intruder, but at least her powers still worked.
Paige yelled, ducking down and throwing her arms over her head as pieces of shattered lamp flew at her.
"Get out of my house, you filthy demon!" Prue cried, trying once again to use her powers on the women, she missed. But this time, it wasn't Prue's fault she had missed. She had sent a shard of lamp right at the women's stomach. But the women had screamed and, to Prue's utter astonishment, orbed out!
Paige orbed back in, wishing Piper and Phoebe would get back. She had seen a lot of crazy things in her three years as a witch, but dead people coming back from the dead?!?!?!? She didn't want to leave the house afraid Prue would leave and get hurt, so she couldn't orb to her sisters. She ducked as Prue sent another shard of lamp at her.
"I heard your power was strong, but this is ridiculous!" Paige cried, jumping to the floor as her desk chair came flying at her at top speed.
Piper stepped up to the front door and waited for Phoebe before she rummaged around in her bag for her keys. A loud crash coming from somewhere inside the house made her pause. She glanced at Phoebe, then went back to her bag. She fished out the keys, jammed them in the lock, and turned. She ran inside, Phoebe in close pursuit.
"PAIGE?" Phoebe cried, running up to the second floor, Piper not far behind her.
"Piper! Phoebe! Come quick!" Paige yelped, dodging another flying object, sent her way by Prue.
Phoebe reached Paige's room first. "Paige, what's-" She cut herself off, stopping in the middle of the doorway. She stared at Prue, mouth snapped shut.
Piper, not expecting Phoebe to stop so abruptly, crashed into her. "Phoebe, why'd you stop?" She asked, but then realized why.
Prue turned and looked at her sisters, shock and dismay on her face. She was so glad to see her sisters she wanted to burst. But.they seemed to know the women and that irked her.
"Not that I'm glad to-"
"Save it, Phoebe!" Prue snapped. "Who is she?" She growled, pointing at Paige.
Piper frowned deeply, tears welling in her eyes. Hadn't Grams or Mom told Prue about Paige? If not, why? It would be so much easier if they had.
"Prue..s-she's our sister.Paige."
Prue gasped, stepping backwards, her white burial dress wrapping around her ankles. She felt as if she had been punched right in the stomach, all the wind knocked out of her. She had been replaced. She had been replaced by another witch, a sister she knew nothing about. She wanted to scream, cry, go back Up There and yell at her mom and grams for not telling her about Paige. But she never got a chance to do anything.
She passed out.
"The shock must have been too much for her."
"Maybe we should summon Grams and find out why she never told Prue about Paige?"
"Sounds good to me, the sooner, the better. I almost got crushed by my desk chair...who knows what else she might throw my way?"
The voices sounded far away, blanketed. Prue groaned and opened her eyes, adjusting to the dim light in the attic, where she sat on the antique couch. She watched as Phoebe set up some white candles in a circle. Piper followed behind her, lighting them as Phoebe set them down. Paige was watching, standing behind the Book. Every once in awhile, her gaze averted to Prue, almost as if she dared her to try and throw something at her while she stood behind the sacred Book of Shadows.
Prue groaned and sat up slowly. Piper and Phoebe glanced over at her.
"You okay, sweetie?" Phoebe cooed, walking over and sitting next to her eldest sister.
Prue grunted, watching Piper silently for a moment. Finally, she said, "Call Grams.mom, too, if you want. I want to know why I was never informed about.her." She hissed, glancing at Paige through the corner of her eye.
Piper hesitated, then began to recite the spell, "Hear my words, hear my cry. Spirits from the other side. Come to me, I summon thee. Cross now the great divide."
A white light filled the circle between the candles, lighting up the attic. The light flashed and Grams came into view. She smiled brilliantly at them all, joy on her face. "Hello, girls! It's so nice to see you all!" Her smile faltered when she saw the expression on their faces; saw Prue glaring at her with hatred.
"Why didn't you or mom tell me about.Paige?" Prue demanded, spitting out Paige's name as if it left a horrible taste in her mouth.
Grams frowned, shifting uncomfortably. It was another minute before she spoke. "Well.your mother and I thought it best. It was so horrible when you passed on in the first place. We didn't want to upset you by telling you that you had another sister.well, half-sister.from your mother's side."
"How?" Prue demanded. "How can we have another sister? Mom never mentioned having another child. And I certainly don't remember anything about it. It is the Power of Three, not Four, you know," she huffed.
"I know, dear. It's a .a very complicated story." Grams said, faltering again.
"Mom had an affair with her Whitelighter, Sam. They had Paige. In those days, it was unheard of for a Witch and Whitelighter to love each other, let alone have a kid. Mom was afraid we wouldn't receive our powers, so they gave Paige away. Because she's half witch, half whitelighter, she has the power of orbing and orbing telekinesis.she can call things to her in orbs," Phoebe said, summing it up real quick.
Grams cleared her throat. "Well.not as difficult as I thought, I guess."
Prue's head spun as she tried to take this all in. "I still don't understand why I wasn't told! And don't give me that safety crap! I could have handled it!"
Grams nodded slowly. "Your mother and I thought it best. If we could go back, I'm sure we would have told you, instead of hiding it from you. "
Prue stood abruptly, immediately wishing she hadn't. Her head pounded. "And I'm supposed to sleep where? Explain to my friends I'm back, how?" She demanded.
"W-well, dear.I don't really know. And.there's a possibility that.that." Gram hesitated.
"A possibility that what?" Prue demanded sharply, heart pounding.
Grams took a deep, shaky breath. "There's a possibility that you might not be back to stay."
Authors note: I know this is short, but it's only the beginning. It will get longer and better, I promise. Winter break is coming up, so I'll be able to post a ton soon!
It was a bright and sunny day at Halliwell Manor. There wasn't a dark cloud in the sky. Inside, it was just as bright and cheerful. Well, almost. Piper Halliwell sat at the kitchen table, slowly sipping a warm cup of freshly brewed coffee. She flipped aimlessly through the paper, barely taking in what she was reading. She set the paper down, tears welling in her soft brown eyes. She heard footsteps outside the kitchen and tried to wipe away her tears, but was too slow. Her younger sister, Phoebe, had just woken up a few minutes ago. She entered the kitchen, dressed in her pajamas. Frowning deeply, Phoebe sat next to Piper and took her hand in her own.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Phoebe asked, immediately noticing that her sister had been crying.
"I-it's just." Piper chewed her lip. "It's just that.it's the three year anniversary of Prue's death," she said, blinking back the fountain of tears that threatened her.
Phoebe clutched her sister's hand tighter, sympathizing with her.
Phoebe had been the one that introduced her and her two sisters to their destiny. It happened six years ago when Phoebe moved back into the Manor, handed down to the sisters after their grandmother passed away. An old spirit board had led her to the attic, where she discovered the Book of Shadows, a magical spell book filled with spells, potions, and bios on all things evil. It had been passed down throughout the Halliwell family line. By reading the first spell in the book, Phoebe unlocked a door that could never be locked again. Each sister was enchanted with a special power; Prue, the ability of telekinesis; Piper, the ability to freeze objects and people; Phoebe, the power of premonition. With these, the Power of Three emerged, the most powerful witches.
But three years ago, a demon assassin had been sent to kill the sisters. The sisters used a spell to vanquish him, but he wasn't really vanquished, just hurt. Prue and Piper ran out after him, down the street. They used their powers to vanquish him and were caught on the news, live. Chaos followed and led to Piper being shot and dying in the hospital. Just as Prue was about to be shot by armed forces, time was reset, thanks to Phoebe. Unaware of this sudden change, the demon assassin succeeded in attacking and killing Piper and Prue. Leo arrived, just in time to save Piper, but not Prue. The Power of Three had been broken. Once a strong force it was now shattered.
Until rookie witch, and lost sister, Paige Matthews, appeared on the scene. Reluctant to her powers at first, she filled the position of the third witch. A black hole had been left where Prue used to be. But Piper and Phoebe soon accepted their half-sister and the Power of Three was reunited.
" I know you miss her, honey. I do, too. We'll never stop missing her, but-"
"Miss who?" Paige had entered the kitchen, cutting Phoebe off. The silence that met her was awkward. It seemed she had interrupted a special Sister Only conversation. She blushed a bit. "Guess I interrupted something important." she murmured. She went quickly to the fridge, grabbed a peach Snapple, then began to quickly head back for her room.
"Paige, wait. You don't have to go. You didn't interrupt anything," Phoebe called after her.
"Really?" Paige questioned, scrunching up her nose a bit.
Phoebe nodded and smiled. "Really. Come sit down." She waited for her younger sister to sit before speaking. "We were talking about Prue.she's been dead for three years to this day."
Paige frowned slightly. "Oh.so, are you going to do something for it, then?" She asked, choosing her words carefully.
Piper nodded, swiping at some more tears that had escaped her. "I don't know what, but I feel I should...in her memory."
Paige nodded, but Phoebe spoke first. "Maybe we should go visit her grave? Say hi."
Piper nodded, glancing at Paige.
"You guys go.I'd just feel weird." she said, standing.
"Are you sure?" Phoebe questioned, watching Paige closely. When her younger sister nodded, Phoebe stood. "Come on, Piper. I'll drive." She glanced at Paige once before standing and grabbing the keys to her car off the counter. She and Piper said good-bye before leaving out the front door.
Paige sighed and escaped up to her room. She flopped onto the bed, starring at her ceiling. "Why do I still feel like a third wheel? It's been three years!" She grumbled miserably. She closed her eyes, but a bright light made her open them and sit up fast.
Standing in front of Paige, dressed in a long white burial dress that fell to her feet, shrouded by a bright blue light, was Prue Halliwell.
*~*~*
Paige gasped in shock, jumping up from her bed, backing inter her wall. Prue blinked, shock and fear etched on her pale face. The light around her died down. She looked up at Paige, squinting her eyes and blinking. For her safety, Prue hadn't been informed of her long lost half sister. To her, Paige was an intruder, residing in her old room. Fury began to wash over Prue. She didn't know why she was back, but whatever the reason, it could wait. Where were Piper and Phoebe? How could they have been so careless as to leave a door or window unlocked? But then it struck her.maybe this women wasn't human, but a demon who could enter the home at any time she pleased? Not thinking, not even bothering to wonder if her powers even worked, since she wasn't a Charmed One anymore, she threw out her hand. Her aim was off, and sent the lamp on the desk into the wall instead of the female intruder, but at least her powers still worked.
Paige yelled, ducking down and throwing her arms over her head as pieces of shattered lamp flew at her.
"Get out of my house, you filthy demon!" Prue cried, trying once again to use her powers on the women, she missed. But this time, it wasn't Prue's fault she had missed. She had sent a shard of lamp right at the women's stomach. But the women had screamed and, to Prue's utter astonishment, orbed out!
Paige orbed back in, wishing Piper and Phoebe would get back. She had seen a lot of crazy things in her three years as a witch, but dead people coming back from the dead?!?!?!? She didn't want to leave the house afraid Prue would leave and get hurt, so she couldn't orb to her sisters. She ducked as Prue sent another shard of lamp at her.
"I heard your power was strong, but this is ridiculous!" Paige cried, jumping to the floor as her desk chair came flying at her at top speed.
Piper stepped up to the front door and waited for Phoebe before she rummaged around in her bag for her keys. A loud crash coming from somewhere inside the house made her pause. She glanced at Phoebe, then went back to her bag. She fished out the keys, jammed them in the lock, and turned. She ran inside, Phoebe in close pursuit.
"PAIGE?" Phoebe cried, running up to the second floor, Piper not far behind her.
"Piper! Phoebe! Come quick!" Paige yelped, dodging another flying object, sent her way by Prue.
Phoebe reached Paige's room first. "Paige, what's-" She cut herself off, stopping in the middle of the doorway. She stared at Prue, mouth snapped shut.
Piper, not expecting Phoebe to stop so abruptly, crashed into her. "Phoebe, why'd you stop?" She asked, but then realized why.
Prue turned and looked at her sisters, shock and dismay on her face. She was so glad to see her sisters she wanted to burst. But.they seemed to know the women and that irked her.
"Not that I'm glad to-"
"Save it, Phoebe!" Prue snapped. "Who is she?" She growled, pointing at Paige.
Piper frowned deeply, tears welling in her eyes. Hadn't Grams or Mom told Prue about Paige? If not, why? It would be so much easier if they had.
"Prue..s-she's our sister.Paige."
Prue gasped, stepping backwards, her white burial dress wrapping around her ankles. She felt as if she had been punched right in the stomach, all the wind knocked out of her. She had been replaced. She had been replaced by another witch, a sister she knew nothing about. She wanted to scream, cry, go back Up There and yell at her mom and grams for not telling her about Paige. But she never got a chance to do anything.
She passed out.
"The shock must have been too much for her."
"Maybe we should summon Grams and find out why she never told Prue about Paige?"
"Sounds good to me, the sooner, the better. I almost got crushed by my desk chair...who knows what else she might throw my way?"
The voices sounded far away, blanketed. Prue groaned and opened her eyes, adjusting to the dim light in the attic, where she sat on the antique couch. She watched as Phoebe set up some white candles in a circle. Piper followed behind her, lighting them as Phoebe set them down. Paige was watching, standing behind the Book. Every once in awhile, her gaze averted to Prue, almost as if she dared her to try and throw something at her while she stood behind the sacred Book of Shadows.
Prue groaned and sat up slowly. Piper and Phoebe glanced over at her.
"You okay, sweetie?" Phoebe cooed, walking over and sitting next to her eldest sister.
Prue grunted, watching Piper silently for a moment. Finally, she said, "Call Grams.mom, too, if you want. I want to know why I was never informed about.her." She hissed, glancing at Paige through the corner of her eye.
Piper hesitated, then began to recite the spell, "Hear my words, hear my cry. Spirits from the other side. Come to me, I summon thee. Cross now the great divide."
A white light filled the circle between the candles, lighting up the attic. The light flashed and Grams came into view. She smiled brilliantly at them all, joy on her face. "Hello, girls! It's so nice to see you all!" Her smile faltered when she saw the expression on their faces; saw Prue glaring at her with hatred.
"Why didn't you or mom tell me about.Paige?" Prue demanded, spitting out Paige's name as if it left a horrible taste in her mouth.
Grams frowned, shifting uncomfortably. It was another minute before she spoke. "Well.your mother and I thought it best. It was so horrible when you passed on in the first place. We didn't want to upset you by telling you that you had another sister.well, half-sister.from your mother's side."
"How?" Prue demanded. "How can we have another sister? Mom never mentioned having another child. And I certainly don't remember anything about it. It is the Power of Three, not Four, you know," she huffed.
"I know, dear. It's a .a very complicated story." Grams said, faltering again.
"Mom had an affair with her Whitelighter, Sam. They had Paige. In those days, it was unheard of for a Witch and Whitelighter to love each other, let alone have a kid. Mom was afraid we wouldn't receive our powers, so they gave Paige away. Because she's half witch, half whitelighter, she has the power of orbing and orbing telekinesis.she can call things to her in orbs," Phoebe said, summing it up real quick.
Grams cleared her throat. "Well.not as difficult as I thought, I guess."
Prue's head spun as she tried to take this all in. "I still don't understand why I wasn't told! And don't give me that safety crap! I could have handled it!"
Grams nodded slowly. "Your mother and I thought it best. If we could go back, I'm sure we would have told you, instead of hiding it from you. "
Prue stood abruptly, immediately wishing she hadn't. Her head pounded. "And I'm supposed to sleep where? Explain to my friends I'm back, how?" She demanded.
"W-well, dear.I don't really know. And.there's a possibility that.that." Gram hesitated.
"A possibility that what?" Prue demanded sharply, heart pounding.
Grams took a deep, shaky breath. "There's a possibility that you might not be back to stay."