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Chapter One

"I can't deal with this right now," Piper muttered, but it was more for herself than anyone else. For that matter, she was the only one in her room, staring at the vase filled with water which was frozen in the air. She'd been staring at the thing for the last fifteen minutes unable to react.

Piper wasn't sure why, because a matter of hours ago she'd quite irrationally said stupid phrase over and over, hoping that it would kill her demon ex-boyfriend.

A chuckle passed through Piper before it quickly turned maniacal. On and on it went until it was abruptly stopped by the sound of glass shattering and water hitting the floor. If she didn't clean that up quickly it would leave a watermark, she was thinking before the door to her room was flung open, both Prue and Phoebe standing beyond looking on.

"What's going on? I heard something break," said Prue, a shallow sort of fear shining. It wasn't much, but it was certainly better than what she saw when she was looking at Phoebe, excitement in the girl's eyes, more than was necessary.

Piper couldn't help worrying about the girl.

"It's fine," she said, waving the thing off only to feel that edge of a sound as her power went off. She wasn't sure what she frozen, but she was sure she'd frozen it.

"Doesn't look so fine," said Prue, walking into the room and looking at the broken vase. "You know that money's a little tight right now. We don't need you breaking things."

"It's not like I did on purpose," said Piper, and then she paused, thinking. "Or maybe I need," she said with a chuckle. "I have powers and I'm testing them out," she said and feeling a ridiculous edge to the statement.

She had powers of all things. In what world could that be normal?

Prue's expression softened, a low sigh escaping her. "I know this all seems a little…"

"No," said Piper, interrupting. "I don't think that you do," her tone was heated, filled with emotion she hadn't known she'd been holding back. "My boyfriend tried to kill us last night, not t mentioning adding all this powers craziness," she said, arms waving.

It wasn't expected and it was sudden, all at once there was a flash of red and fire a large bang that sent a concussive force through the room, knocking everyone back. For a moment Piper could feel nothing and could only hear a ringing in her ears.

Slowly she got up, coughing by the wood laden hair and surprised the breeze coming from the chunk in the wall.

"Is everyone alright?" Prue's voice rang above the ringing.

"Yeah!" Phoebe returned, she was already getting to her feet. "But what just—" She suddenly stopped and looking in her direction, Piper could see she was in the midst of one of her visions. "Oh, no!" she said, panic in her eyes. "We're going to have trouble. This has been called in, police should be here in say…five minutes."

"I'm sorry," said Piper, too finding her feet. "I didn't know I could—"

"It's okay," said Prue. She took a breath, looking around. She'd been closest to the explosion and there were small lines of blood on her cheek. She didn't seem to be in much pain. "Right now we just have to focus on fixing this."

"Phoebe bring us the book," she said. "Hopefully there'll be…I can't believe I'm saying this, but a spell in the book that might fix this. Something to take away memories."

"On it," said Phoebe before rushing out of the room. Prue turned to Piper, who'd been spending the last moment looking at her hands in dismay. Freezing had been one thing, she hadn't yet had time to figure out the way it worked, but it had been relatively harmless.

But this?

"Calm down," said Prue, standing over Piper, her features having softened again. "We can deal with this, okay?" Piper nodded mutely. "Say it with me, we can do this."

"We can do this," they said together, repeating the words over and over until they became a mantra. It helped a little, calming the panic that had set but even so thinking on the danger was still terrifying.

"If your powers are anything like mine then they react to your emotions," she said. "Fear, anger, maybe even happiness. Going by our discussion earlier it's probably anger. So try not to feel angry for in the next few minutes okay?"

Piper let out a disbelieving chuckle. "I'll try," she said. "But, how will I even go to work like this?"

"We'll figure all of that later," said Prue. "Right now we're just dealing, okay?"

Piper could only nod.

"I found the book," said Phoebe, "a flipping through it as I ran I couldn't find anything on memory spells. Just a lot of offensive potions and some knowhow on killing demons."

"Of course there wouldn't be considering who wrote it," Prue muttered. "Then we'll have to figure this out the old way. Lies and a lot of them."

"Lying to the police?" said Phoebe, she was grinning. "Get a load of her, being all…me."

Prue sighed, shaking her head. "They'll most likely think this is a bomb," she said.

"At least we'll be able to get insurance from all of this," muttered Phoebe.

"Upside at least," said Piper. "But it will cost more to fix the wall than they'll be willing to give I'm sure." It helped a little to focus on something else, something more normal even if the cause had definitely been not normal.

"Not necessarily," said Phoebe. "I've been reading the book. The first parts is a pretty clear instruction on how to create spells. A poem and it has to rhyme. We can do it individually but there's more power behind it if we use the Power of Three."

There was silence for a moment as both Piper and Prue stared at their younger sister. "What?" she asked.

"It's just you," said Piper, it was better her than Prue. If those two got at it, then it would take a while before they stopped fighting. "Don't take this the wrong way, hun, but you aren't exactly…studious?"

"Well if isn't one of her romance novels, that is," said Prue.

Phoebe must have heard because she frowned before waving it off. "The poem doesn't have to be complicated as long as there aren't that many variables, but it has to be a spell, like: Vase that's broken on the ground, become unbroken at my voice's sound?"

"That was terrible," Piper felt to mention.

"Hey," said Phoebe, a pout on her. The spell worked, all the pieces of glass jumped back into a vase, though the water was still on the floor, albeit now with a brown colour.

"But it worked," said Prue. "Maybe Grandma didn't ever need a memory spell and she didn't write it, but we might have to if this doesn't work out. For the time being, though, let's wait and see."

It was at that moment that flashing lights could be seen from outside, the sound of sirens arriving so closely behind it that they looked to have been moving at the same velocity. Prue let out a sigh, that will be the police, follow my lead.

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"…we'll keep a unit keep an eye out for the rest of the night," Officer Borrows said. "We'll keep you informed on the investigation."

"Thank you, Officer," said Prue, door in hand and ready for closing. The Officer gave a nod and walked off towards his car. Prue closed the door and let out a long breath. "That worked."

"As far as we know," said Piper. "I haven't watched many detective shows, but I know they'll have notice that the explosion came from the inside out."

"Yeah, sure," said Phoebe. "But we don't really have any reason to blow up a house and they don't know that we're…witches," she said, whispering the last.

"Like I said before, we see how this pans out," she said. "In the meantime we'll have to keep looking for people who'll fix the wall. We'll have eyes one us so that pushes magic out of the way."

"What about the other thing?" said Phoebe, gesturing at Piper. "The whole explodey thing?"

"I think we both know what you were referring to," said Prue. She let out another sigh, something Piper noticed was happening more and more the past day, more than she was used to. "We'll need to practise with our abilities, or at least get some intel on them, know how far they'll advance and what we'll have to expect or else we might hurt someone."

"Oh. Oh," said Phoebe. "We can call Grams."

"You've really been reading this, haven't you?" said Prue, looking a little uncomfortable.

"This is new and exciting," said Phoebe. "Of course I'd try and get as much as I could. We'll have to go to the attic, but there might be lights involved, it might call the attention of the police officers outside."

"It's safer to work in the morning," she said.

"But I have…" She stopped. She'd been about to say she had work in the morning, her first day in Quake since the interview, but that all paled when she considered the fact that she could kill with an errant swipe of the hand.

"Nothing," she said to her sister, both of whom were looking at her. "It doesn't matter." It couldn't matter when she looked at it with the bigger picture in mind.

It went against her beliefs to hurt the innocent and with her powers she was now a walking bomb. She couldn't function anymore, she couldn't work regular hours nor could she hope to be with someone because with how her powers were connected to her emotions she could hurt him. It was a terrifying though, all coming together into one vivid image of her sitting alone in a boarded house afraid she would hurt anyone that neared.

No, she told herself. You're thinking too far ahead. Even with the limited information you know there have been other witches. It's highly probable that they've had destructive powers and they learned to control them.

She let out a long breathe, hoping that with time the image would disappear. "Do you mind if I have the book tonight?" she said to Phoebe. "It might help give me a handle on my powers."

"Sure," said Phoebe, her chipper expression melting away to show signs of concern.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," she said, grabbing the book and starting towards her room, where there would be a large boarded up hole. It occurred she could still in her grandmother's room but the thought was quickly cast away, it wouldn't do much to help the sense that she was being overcome by her emotions.

"Do you want to bunk with me tonight?" asked Prue.

Piper shook her head. "I just want to be alone right now," she said.

Unsurprisingly when she managed to sleep that night, she had nightmares.