Outside the Halliwell manor Phoebe was drinking coffee. Dean came out the front door.
"You're up early." He noted.
"And you're not Piper," Phoebe replied, usually Piper was the one to greet her in mornings.
"Yeah, Piper wanted to check on Sammy," Dean explained sitting jnext to her.
"You know he hates it when you call him that,"
"Yeah, I know," Dean smirked but then looked at Phoebe seriously
"Now, why are you up so early?"
"I never went to sleep." Dean nodded and asked with a playful smile.
"Let me guess, you put on a black conical hat and spent the night flying around the neighborhood on a broomstick?"
Phoebe laughed "The only broom I've ever had was kept in a closet beside a mop."
"So what are you up too?" Dean asked.
"Reading. Is Prue around?"
"She went to work early which I think is inhuman," Dean then noticed what Phoebe was reading "So mind reading aloud for the class?"
"No," Phoebe replied and then began talking about the book "According to the Book Of Shadows, one of our ancestors was a witch, named Melinda Warren."
"And we have a cousin who's a drunk, an aunt who's manic, a brothers that's a sasquatch and a father who's invisible." Dean joked and then stood up.
"I'm serious. She practiced powers. Four powers. She could move objects with her mind, see the future, blow things up and stop time. Before Melinda was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of Five siblings." Dean decided he heard enough and began walking to his car, he needed to get to work.
"Now, these siblings would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known. They're good witches and I think we're those siblings."
Dean stopped and sighed "Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches and we do not have special powers besides, Grams wasn't a witch and as far as we know, neither was mum. If we were whatever those witches you talked about were we would know it and plus, the witch Melinda- whatever had four powers and there's five of us. So take that Glinda." Dean got into his car and started it up.
"We're the protectors of the innocent," Phoebe yelled to him "We're known as the charmed ones." Dean drove off.
At Quake. Piper was in the kitchen making her audition meal. Just as she was pouring the port wine in a measuring cup, Chef Moore entered the kitchen.
Chef Moore in his French accent said "Your time is up. Let's see. Roast pork with gratin of fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce."
"Chef Moore ..." Piper tried to say.
"What?"
"Uh, the port ..."
"Yes, without the sauce it is nothing more than a salty marinara. A recipe from a woman's magazine. Puh!"
"I didn't have time for—"
"Ah-ah!"
"But, but ... "Chef Moore ignored Piper and put some on a fork and raised it to his mouth. Piper waved her hands around franticly and he stops. He stands there like a statue.
"Chef Moore? Chef Moore?" Piper waved her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Hello?" She picked up a baster and filled it up with some port. She dribbled some on Chef Moore's forkful of food. He unfroze and put it in his mouth.
"Mmm ... this is very good. C'est magnifique."
At the mechanic shop Dean worked at he was having a hard time.
"There's nothing more I could, unless you pay the fee," Dean explained to the annoying middle aged customer.
"But I need it fixed right now! Here!" The man shoved the money into Deans hands and stormed out. Dean honestly wanted to smash the car he so frustrated, he had already tried to fix it but failed. He was about to hit it but ended just making hand motions knowing it wasn't worth it. But then something happened. Something exploded. And the engine reared up again.
Dean smirked, he was curious what had happened but deicded to leave it.
On the road, Phoebe was riding her bike. All of a sudden she had a strange flash- a premonition. In it she saw two boys on rollerblades and they skate right in front of a car which hits them. The premonition finished. Phoebe continued riding and then saw the car and the two boys.
"No! Wait!" Phoebe yelled. She rode her bike in front of the boys stopping them from skating in front of the car. The car honked and Phoebe fell off her bike.
At the Hospital. Prue walked up to the desk. Andy was standing there with his back turned.
"Hi, um, I'm looking for my sister, Phoebe Halliwell." Sam said.
"One second please." The Nurse then said to Andy "What's the name again?"
"Inspector Andrew Trudeau. Homocide. Dr Gordon's expecting me."
"Andy?" Prue said in disbelief.
"Prue? I don't believe it. How are you?"
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Fine. I just can't believe I'm running into you.
"Yeah, I'm picking up Phoebe. She had some kind of accident."
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, she'll be fine. Um, what are you doing here?"
"Murder investigation."
There was an awkward silence.
The Nurse turned to Prue "Your sisters still in x-ray's so it'll be another fifteen minutes." And to Andy
Dr. Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right now but you're free to wait outside his office."
"Thank you," Prue and Andy said together.
"Well, it's good seeing you, Prue." They shook hands.
"Yeah, you too, Andy. Take care."
"You know, Phoebe's busy, Dr Gordon's busy. Can I buy you a black cup of coffee while we wait?
"Sure."
At Quake. Prue, Sam and Phoebe were sitting at the bar.
"The Chosen Ones? The Charmed Ones? Phoebe, this is insane." Prue said.
"Even for your standards," Sam added.
"Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to you today? You didn't freeze time, making anything explode or move anything?" Phoebe asked skeptically.
"Roger took an exhibit away from me," Prue said "All right, look, Phoebe, I know that you think you can see the future which is pretty ironic."
"Since you don't think I have one that my vision of life is cloudy compared to your perfect hell?" Phoebe defended. Sam looked between his sisters, he knew he wasn't Piper and couldn't play peace maker but he could sure as hell try.
"Would you two stop fighting for a moment please," Sam asked but was ignored, that being the reason he didn't play peace maker.
"Even if you don't want to believe me, just once can't you trust me?" Phoebe asked.
"Phoebe, I do not have special powers. Now, where is the cream?"
The cream moved by itself and filled her cup of coffee with cream. Sam looked wide eye at it as did Prue but Phoebe smirked.
"You jinxed it," Muttered Sam in shock.
"That looked pretty special to me." Phoebe said triumphantly.
"Oh my god. So, um, I can move things with my mind?" Prue asked.
"With how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now." Sam laughed at Phoebes joke.
"I don't believe it." Prue said.
"So what could I do?" Sam asked Phoebe.
"Either freeze time or make things explode," Sam paused; he was smart enough to realize that was only four abilities but didn't comment on it.
"Are you okay?" Phoebe asked Prue.
"No, I'm not okay. You turned me into a witch." Prue accused.
"You were born one. We all were. And I think we better start to deal with it."
Outside Quake. Phoebe, Sam and Prue walked down the sidewalk.
"When I was looking through the Book Of Shadows, I saw these wood carvings." Phoebe explained. "They looked like something out of a bosch paintings. All these terrifying images of three women and two men battling different incarnations of evil,"
"Evil fighting evil," Prue said "That's a twist."
"Actually," Sam cut in using his wikipedia of strange knowledge "a witch can be either good or evil. A good witch follows the wiccan rede. 'An it harm none, do what ye will.' A bad witch or a warlock has but one goal: to kill good witches and retain their powers. Unfortunately, the look like regular people. They could be anyone, anywhere."
"How did you know all that?" Phoebe asked.
"And this has what to do with us?" Prue asked skeptically.
"Well, in the first wood carving, they were in the slumber, but in the second one, they were battling some kind of warlock," Phoebe explained.
"I think as long as we were in the dark about our powers we were safe," Phoebe explained.
"And now?" Sam asked.
"We're not,"