Well, here it is... my new story...!
I hope u all like it. I normally try to do original story lines and while I was watching Centennial Charmed I was wondering about the lives of the people from that alternate reality, like what happens to them when the reality had been changed back...but what happened to them after seemed way too compliated coz I had absolutely no idea what to write so I decided to write a story about their lives between when the reality would have changed and when Paige arrived from the normal reality. So this is my take on what Piper and Phoebe went through; how Piper and Leo got divorced and how Cole turned evil, dragging Phoebe down with him.
Enjoy! And please review!

-AutumnAngel-371

Summary

Prue's death had broken the power of three. But what would have happened if Piper and Phoebe never met Paige to reconstitute the Charmed One's? What if Cole's reality he created in Centennial Charmed actually happened? What would Piper and Phoebe's lives have been like as Piper's marriage fell apart and Phoebe's husband turned evil? What if suddenly a young woman appeared claiming to be their long lost half sister from an alternate reality?

This is the story of the Charmed world without Paige, leading up to the events of Centennial Charmed.

Prologue:

"Well, how do you feel?" the Avatar asked Cole, anticipation clearly visible in his eyes.

Cole, kneeling on the ground, breathed deeply, "I feel alive. Powerful."

Cole stood up and the Avatar grinned, "You are one of us now." He told Cole, "Come."

"Ah ah ah. Not so fast." Cole walked over to the window and surveyed the city with a cold gaze, "First I get my wife back once and for all."

"That's what you wanted?" the Avatar asked, shaking his head, "Your new powers can't affect love."

"Maybe not. But I'm hoping it'll change the one event that lead to our downfall." Cole turned back to face the Avatar, "The day that Phoebe met her new sister. The day the Charmed Ones were reconstituted.

"Go back in time?"

"No, better." Cole told him, a rare smile spreading across his face, "Undo what was to change what is." Cole sighed, thinking back to how things used to be, "We were at our best, Phoebe and I, before Paige. If they hadn't have found each other, we'd be married. Instead..."

"You have no idea what you're getting into." exclaimed the Avatar, "Changing the past to create an alternate reality has unforeseen consequences, Cole. Even for you. The ripple effect of even one small change could..."

"I don't care!" interrupted Cole angrily, "I am not spending another hundred birthdays without her."

The Avatar bowed his head and left without another word.

Cole spread his arms wide and began chanting, the words echoing around the room. A ripple extended out from Cole, spreading across the city, across the country, across the whole world. The ripple stretched throughout time, erasing any evidence that Paige had survived the attack from Shax.

The ripple reached 2001 and blanketed a witch's call. Absorbed the spell that brought Paige to her sisters. Undid what was to change what will be.

At that moment in time the reality split into two; one natural, the other not. They would cross over again one day and merge again; but until then the two realities ran parallel to each other.

Year 2001

"Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night.
The oldest of Gods are invoked here,
The great work of magic is sought.
In this night and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power.
Bring back my sister.
Bring back the power of three."

Piper closed her red-rimmed eyes and silently prayed that her spell would work. 'Please.' She inwardly pleaded. She didn't know to whom she was begging; she didn't care. As long as they brought Prue back to life.

Piper opened her eyes and stared tearfully into the candle's flame. The air was still; there was no mystical wind that signified her spell was working. Nothing had happened.

Piper buried her face in her hands in despair.

"Piper?" called a soft voice.

"Prue?" choked out Piper, raising her head hopefully.

Phoebe entered the attic pulling a jacket around her nightclothes. Her face was pale and tear-stained.

"Sweetie, it's 4 o'clock in the morning." Phoebe spoke gently, "What are you doing?"

Piper stared blankly into the candle's flame. She opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out.

Phoebe felt more tears fill her eyes as she saw her older sister's pain. She knew how Piper was feeling. Prue had always been there, always been part of their lives. No matter how much they had argued, in the end they had been best friends not just sisters. 'Since we became witches' realised Phoebe. Witchcraft had brought them together but it had also taken Prue away.

Focusing on Piper, Phoebe noticed her hand. "You're bleeding." she exclaimed softly, reaching for a clean cloth to wrap her hand in.

"I don't understand why magic can't fix this. Why we can't bring Prue back." whispered Piper brokenly.

Phoebe stared silently at their reflections in the attic window, her own thoughts mirroring Piper's.

"It's not like we haven't cheated death before." continued Piper, "I don't understand why this time is any different."

"Because Leo can't heal the dead, Piper. You know that." said Phoebe gently.

"There's other magic; magic that we've used before." interrupted Piper desperately, "scrying, calling a lost witch, reversing time." Piper slammed shut the Book of Shadows with a bang. "It's like the book just deserted us and deserted Prue, and I don't understand why."

Phoebe reached out for Piper's hand. "We lost out sister. How can we ever understand that?" She paused, her eyes meeting Piper's, "We've tried every magical way to bring her back; but we can't. She's gone."

Piper let out a sob and fell into Phoebe's arms.

"I just…I thank God that I didn't lose you too." whispered Phoebe, holding Piper tight.

The sisters stood there for a minute, their presences comforting each other, before Phoebe pulled away and sighed.

"We have to get some rest. Prue will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral." Phoebe said, trying to lighten the sombre atmosphere.

Piper gave a slight smile through her tears.

The sisters left the attic arm in arm, leaving the book on the table and closing the door behind them.

In the attic, the Book of Shadows lay motionless on the table, the triquetra on the front cover dull and lifeless.