A/N: After reading other peoples wonderful stories for about half a year now, I decided it was time to write one of my own. I love Charmed and became obsessed with Macbeth this year when we studied it in English. This story has no particular time-frame, and I don't think it contains spoilers since New Zealand has only seen up to Bite Me. Again, I'm not a big Phoebe fan so if you're likely to be offended by anti-Phoebeness don't bother reading this. I don't pretend to be a great writer, so any suggestions on how I can improve are welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. Or Macbeth.

Charmed Macbeth

Phoebe was upstairs in the bathroom, making kissy faces in the mirror. Suddenly she gasped, pulled into a premonition. She saw herself - as the most powerful Charmed One, fighting a demon. She was using telekinesis and astral projection. The scene changed, and she saw herself in the manor, a sparkling pink crown on her head. Piper was at her feet, polishing Phoebe's scepter.

'How can this be?' Phoebe asked herself. 'Prue is the most powerful Charmed one, and astral projection and telekinesis are her powers. I couldn't have her powers - unless I killed her. NO! I can't kill her. She's my sister and has been like a mother to me. She hasn't done anything wrong. But I would like to be queen, and wear that gorgeous crown.'

Phoebe thought long and hard, until 'I know! I'll selfishly cast a spell to bring my future self to the present to tell me what I should do. Yeah!'

So she set about casting a spell.

'Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble Bring my future self to me now To tell me if I should be queen, somehow.'

There was an explosion of purple dust. When it cleared Phoebe stood facing an old woman dressed in pink.

'What have you done now?' the woman asked scornfully.

'Uh - I cast a spell to find out if I should be Queen. Well? Should I?'

The older Phoebe looked at her scornfully. 'You need me to tell you what to do? Good grief! I fear you are too full of the milk of human kindness to become the all-powerful queen that I am. But never fear!' With that, she raised her hands. They glowed a fluorescent green. 'Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex her here, and fill her from the crown to the toe top full of direst cruelty.' The older Phoebe waved her glowing hands around Phoebe's head. 'Make thick her blood, stop up the access to remorse!'

Phoebe's eyes glowed pink. 'I will kill Prue.'

'Damn straight you will.' Her older self replied.