Ok can you handle thre of my fics at the same time?? This one is the start of a Trilogy. And yes I will get the others up right after you read this,.. one.. enjoy.

Experiment

Mar 05/03

Disclaimer: The Charmed characters do not belong to me. They are the creation of Constance Burge and Aaron spelling. I just borrow them for your enjoyment.

Only the few streetlights and the sliver of the moon, shadowed the darkness of the alley. A few people stood near an open barrel holding their hands over the flame for warmth, a few others sat against the brick wall, their only protection from any weather was the tiny cardboard box that acted as their home.

Few even cast a glance in her direction as she made her way towards a secluded part of the back alleys of the city. How long had it been? She stood at the spot she knew it had happened. The blood stain still on the ground. Embedded into the cement forever to attest to the evils that had happened in that one instance.

She crouched down and rested her hand on the stain, "I will continue your work my friend. And rid the world of this evil that cut you down."

Three months earlier:

"I am so glad you could make it Julia. Curtis would have appreciated it."

"He was one of the only friends, all through medical school, I had. And one that I held on to." She replied, as she pulled the woman into a loving embrace. "If you need anything, you call me ok?"

"I will." She watched as the woman walked back to her car as she felt the arm of her husband around her waist. Leaning her head against his shoulder she watched as her brother's friend drove back to Los Angeles.

She stepped in the house and saw everything around her that reminded her of him. His favourite jacket, his favourite hat. His joy for cooking showed in the utensils in the kitchen. Placed neatly around the island in the middle.

"Are you sure you want to do this today honey?"

"I'm fine. Thank you Larry." She made her way through her brother's house and into his study. She saw the middle sized package on the desk and turned it over to see if it was addressed to any one.

"What's that?"

She looked up startled as she met the gaze of her husband.

"A Package, it addressed to Julia actually."

"To bad we didn't find it before. We could have given it to her."

"We can drop it off on the way home. It's stamped and ready. Probably some old stuff from school. They were always sending silly things back and forth."

"Probably." He agreed recalling some of the things his brother in law had sent Julia, as well as received from her.

She walked up the steps to the Manor and placed her coat on the rack next to he front door. She heard her sisters walking up behind her but she couldn't deal with them at that moment. Right then she just needed time to her self.

Prue watched as Piper walked up the stairs to the second level. She knew where she was heading, but let her be. Once again Prue knew that it was a time that Piper needed to deal with on her own.

Phoebe looked on as Piper walked away from them to the stairs. She stepped forward yet felt the hand on her arm. She looked back at Prue who just shock her head slightly indicating to her youngest sister to let her be for now.

Phoebe sat later on the couch holding one of the pillows close to her chest as she let her mind wander, as she starred into the fire that was burning. The thing about funerals, she thought, was it let you recall everyone you had ever lost. Her mind however always tended to drift to that one person in her life that she had lost before she could recall any memories: her mother.

She didn't even notice Prue sitting next to her until she felt the arms wrap around her and pull her into a loving hug. A hug she welcomly sank into.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Just thinking." Phoebe answered softly as she rested her head on her sisters shoulder

"About Piper?" Prue asked but some how she knew that was not where her little sisters mind was.

"Mum." Phoebe replied. She heard the breath that Prue took. "It's just that every time I go to a funeral, I tended to think of her. What I missed out on. What I'll never have."

"I know. I do to." Prue answered as she held on to Phoebe.

"You think we should go up stairs and be there for her?"

"No."

Prue and Phoebe turned at the sound of Pipers voice, who soon snuggled them apart and wrapped herself around the two of them. "I'll never get use to losing an innocent you guys. Especially one that had tried to save me at one point."

"It won't get any easier Piper. And I'm not going to say it is something we will ever get used to, because we won't. But just know that Phoebe and I are here for you." Prue placed her arms around Piper in warm hug.

"I know you are. Its just going to take sometime to get over I lost someone that we might have been able to save."

Phoebe wanted to tell Piper it was not her fault that they had done everything that could. And he was the one that pushed them away, literally. But she held her tongue this time. She just leaned into Piper giving her the support she needed at that time.

But it was that one action of them not being able to save him that would change them all. But it could change one more then the others.

She opened the door to the small home she shared with her Lab. Placing her briefcase down and shutting off the alarm she gave the loving dog a warm pat and the ruffle at his ears he loved so much, before she then made her way back out to the front to retrieve her mail. Seeing the parcel notice, she grabbed the leash and closed the door behind her as the two of them walked down to the postal outlet to retrieve her parcel.

Upon recienving the parcel she looked down at it. Seeing the return address she felt a slight pang to her heart, as she recalled another moment with her friend.

"Julia you are a natural at this dissecting. I'm telling you, you need to go into forensics."

"You are crazy Curtis."

"Am I? You love it and you are good at it. They give you something to figure out and you are seeing things even the Prof.'s don't see."

"Ok I give. I'll think about it."

"All I can ask. But when you start busting open police cases because of your cunning skills with a blade and getting to the bottom of things. Then you can send me a thank you gift."

She laughed as he turned around and walked back to his dorm.

She placed the package on the counter as she opened it up. Pulling out the letter she sat at the table and started to read:

Julia. If you are reading this letter it must mean I have died. But I know how and you will soon enough.

A few months ago I came across a patient with a rare case of Arroyo Fever. She was in a coma and I had not given her long to live. But then a miracle happened and she miraculously just recovered. Yes recovered. One minute I was informing her sisters she had till the end of the night, the next I know she is checking out. But it was soon after that when she and her sisters were here, back at the hospital, that she collapsed and she had the disease again. Yet once again a miracle happened. She had died on the bed. Yet she is still to this day alive and well.

During the months after, I have tested her blood along with here sisters. As of yet I can find no reason how this could have happened. But recently I have discovered something about their blood. I tired it in a few monkeys and have recently being injected myself, but that is another story in itself. What I found was amazing. Something in their blood has given the monkeys, and myself, the power to do amazing things. I can move things with a movement of my hand and I can freeze objects and people in a whim.

I have come to realize that these three women are witches. Witches with powers. But as I said, if you are reading this I must be dead. And I would say at their hands. I have seen them once and they have tried to stop me. Please finish my work and bring them to the justice you deem fit.

Julia you were a good friend. And I knew you would be the best at what you do. I said it year's ago: Forensic medicine. Looking into the unexplainable was your calling. Keep up the good work my friend. And one day we will meet again.

Your friend and colleague Dr. Curtis Williamson

She wiped away the tear that ran slowly down her face as memories flooded her mind.

"I will continue your work Curtis. And I will bring those responsible to justice."