Thank you SO much to all those lovely people who reviewed this story! It's amazing how much a little sentence or two can motivate a writer!! Feedback, questions and ideas/requests are all welcome! So, without any more rambling from me, here is chapter two! Oh, by the way, I changed the rating from K+ to T because there might be violence in the later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or the characters from it. I do however own the plot, kinda. Like any teenagers own their own hit TV show anyway…


Chapter Two

Her reflection on the glass stared back at her. There were dark circles under her eyes, and lines on her face that hadn't been there six months ago. It was 26th February 2009. That date would be on her gravestone.

If I'm even allowed a gravestone she mused. Phoebe sat down on the floor with a thump. It wasn't as if there was much to live for. Phoebe had no man in her life, no family except for two sisters who hadn't even come to visit her in prison.

Prue may be worried about her reputation, but I thought Piper would have at least come to see me.

She sighed, and her reflection sighed with her. It's just me, myself and I.

Even though Phoebe kept telling herself that there was no point in wanting to live, that there was nothing left for her in the world anyway, she didn't want to give up the tiny piece of hope kept hidden away at the bottom of her heart. She still had a niece, after all, and she knew that deep down her sisters loved her really. But more than those thoughts was the knowledge that she was innocent.

'I didn't kill Cal Greene,' she said to her reflection. At least she wasn't a murderer. She frowned. She did have a good motive, though.

Flashback. 'Marianne?' Phoebe knocked on the door. She waited as she heard someone move inside the house, and then the front door opened slightly. Her friend peered through the crack.

'Pheebs!' Marianne whispered. 'Now's not a good time.'

'Look, Marianne. You keep blowing me off. You couldn't come shopping with me last weekend, or meet me for a drink on Wednesday. At least let me come in and speak to you.'

Marianne hesitated.

'Annie, we've been best friends for years,' Phoebe said softly. 'I know things change when you're married, but please…'

Marianne pulled the door open wider and reluctantly showed Phoebe inside.

'Great!' chirped Phoebe happily. 'Maybe we can talk over some coff…'

She took a good look at her friend and gasped.

'Annie, what happened?'

Marianne had an ugly black bruise around her left eye, and her lip was split and bleeding.

'It's nothing,' Marianne answered hastily. 'I fell, that's all.'

But Phoebe could see bruises on both her friend's arms as well.

'Did Cal do this to you?' she asked quietly. Marianne shook her head.

'Don't blame my husband, Pheebs. Please, just go now. I'm not feeling so well.

'And I left,' Phoebe told her reflection bitterly. 'I didn't tell anyone about it.'

A tear trickled down the face of Phoebe's reflection. She put her hand up to her face and realised she was crying. Twice more she had seen her friend, and twice more Marianne had large bruises on her body. But whenever Phoebe confronted her about it, Marianne would change the subject, or get upset.

'It's all my fault!' she began to sob, and drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and rocking back and forth. 'I knew what he was doing. I should have told someone…It's…It's all my fault.'

Flashback. 'Marianne?' Phoebe called out. 'It's me, Phoebe. I know you're there! Your car is still in the driveway.'

There was no reply. Phoebe sighed and backed away from the door.

'Fine. If you don't want to talk…' She saw something red on the door handle in front of her. It was blood. Phoebe quickly opened the front door and stepped inside.

'Marianne? Are you alright?' There was no reply. She walked down the hall, into the sitting room. Into the kitchen…

'Oh my …' Phoebe gasped at the sight before her. There was blood everywhere and her friend lay on the floor.

'Marianne…Speak to me! Please Marianne!'

She crouched down next to her friend. The amount of blood horrified her, but all thoughts were pushed aside except those for her friend. She dropped down onto the floor, grasping the girl's cold hand in hers.

'911.' Phoebe stood up and grabbed the phone. 'Or…or Leo!'

'How could he do this to you?' she asked at her friend's battered body. 'Don't worry, I'm calling for help.'

But she knew that it was already too late.

'Are you regretting your actions now, witch?' a cold voice broke through her thoughts. Phoebe looked up, tears still streaming down her face. Nathaniel Pratt stood on the other side of the glass.

'What do you want?' she croaked. He smiled.

'You've got eight hours left, Miss Halliwell. Tick tock.'

And with that he left.

Just coming to gloat Phoebe thought bitterly. After all, he only has eight hours left to do so.

'I'm innocent!' she yelled at her reflection.

'Are you sure about that?' a voice whispered inside her head.


The cavernous underground room was filled with people of all ages. Beds covered the floor, and rickety chairs were spread about the room at random.

A young woman sat in a corner of the underground hideout. Her brown hair fell forward into her face as she hung her head, trying to remember her life six months ago, when everything was happy. When the witch trials hadn't begun.

'Paige!' a voice said. The young woman looked up to see a small girl standing before her.

'Can you help me? Mommy's busy with the baby.'

Paige smiled at the little girl.

'Of course, Hannah. What's wrong?'

Hannah held out her left hand. It had a cut across the palm.

'I slipped,' she told Paige with a wobbly smile. Paige began to rummage through her bag; the bag that now contained all of Paige's belongings in the world.

'I'm sure I had some plasters in here somewhere…' she muttered. Suddenly she looked at her hand to see her fingers wrapped around-

'A plaster!' she said in surprise. She shook her head and turned to Hannah. 'Here you go, sweetie.'

'Thanks Paige!' Hannah smiled before running back to join her friends. Paige sighed as she watch the young girl. Six months ago, Hannah would have been playing outside in the park, with fresh air and the sun shining. All the people hiding down underground had escaped being sent to jail, but in a sense, they were still in prison.

Flashback. 'Henry!' Paige giggled as he tickled her stomach. 'Henry, please! I have to go to this interview, and you have to go.'

'Why?' he asked with a pout. She smiled at her fiancé.

'Because this is MY apartment!'

Henry made a face at her, kissed her one last time and left. Paige hurriedly grabbed her handbag, slung it on her shoulder, picked up her coat and was just about to find her keys when there was a knock on the door.

'Henry, I thought I told you…' her voice trailed away. It wasn't Henry who was standing there.

'Paige Matthews?' a guard asked. Paige nodded slowly. 'I'm here to arrest you on suspicion of witchcraft.'

Paige bolted. The guards were blocking the only exit besides the windows, and her apartment was on the fourth floor. But she barrelled towards the men in the hopes of surprising them and knocking them down. She was close enough to read the first guard's badge. She shut her eyes, ran forwards…and found herself stumbling down the stairs. The guards were still standing at her front door, looking wildly about.

'Witch!' the cry echoed after her. But Paige was out the building now, and running away as fast as she could.

Paige sniffed. She hadn't spoken to Henry since that day five months ago. It seemed as if the wedding was going to be postponed for a very long time. San Francisco was a dangerous place to be if you were accused of being a witch. Anywhere in America was. Pratt had corrupted the whole country.

'Almost makes me wish that I was a witch!' she half chuckled to herself. 'At least then I would have powers to help me out!'


Soooooooooooo waddya think? I hope you guys liked it! If any of you are wondering why Phoebe is supposedly innocent when in the episode, the premonition definitely showed Phoebe doing the deed…well, all will be explained in good time!!! Heh heh! And sorry that I'm throwing all these different storylines at you guys, but I wanted to introduce all the sisters early on. And yes, Paige doesn't know she is related, or is a witch. Any questions about anything, just ask! And pretty please review!