Thanks for reviews everyone. I'm so glad you liked it . Hope enjoy this chapter as well.

Paige 34

Piper 36

Phoebe 35

Other wise the story is a bit illogical. Also, some of the details like when they last cast spells are wrong but I guess that's why it's called fiction.

Also, I forgot the disclaimer : I DON'T OWN CHARMED (sob sob)

Chapter 2

Up in her bedroom, Paige paced the length of the room. She was angry- what kind of sick joke was this? But how could it be a joke? Nobody knew about her past- how could they possibly have found out? She was trembling now. The anger, confusion and pain welled up uncontrollably inside her and she picked up the painting she'd been working on and hurled it across the room. It hit a vase of flowers on the window sill. The glass shattered, and the painting, vase and now battered lilies fell to the floor in tangled heap. "O for Goodness sake…" she bent down and began to tidy up the mess. She was still shaking and, as she picked up a shard of glass, it sliced her finger. Crimson blood seeped from the cut, staining her pale skin and mingling with the lilies on the floor. Paige collapsed in a heap and sobbed uncontrollably.

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Downstairs, they heard the crash. "Is she ok?" Phoebe bit her lip uncomfortably..

"Perhaps we should go and see" said Piper, making for the stairs.

"NO!...I'll go." was Patty's decisive reponnse , then: "well, she is my daughter. You stay here and keep an eye on Phillipa."

"How do you know my name?" But even as she spoke it, her question seemed irrelevant, because Leo chose that moment to orb in.

"Well- the elders have no idea who she is. She's not a future whitelighter, or an innocent, they don't know who she is but, they're pretty certain she not a demon."

"Demon? Who the hell are you people?"

"Smooth Leo… real smooth" said Piper sarcastically. "You've officialy won the job of explaining everything you just said to Phillipa- good luck." She beckoned to Phoebe to follow her into the kitchen.

"What do you think is up with Paige? " Phoebe said once they were out of earshot. "She was just … staring at Phillipa – it was so odd."

"I don't know but it's pretty big- I mean, she didn't even notice Mom and she's always complaining that she missed out on Mom and Grams. But Phoebe- don't you think its odd that Phillipa just orbed in like- she didn't have a clue what was going on – it was just like… well… like…"

"…like when we found Paige?" Phoebe completed Piper 's sentence for her. "Yeah- weirdly similar."

"And, I can't get my head round how much she looks like Paige."

"Oh my gosh- Piper- you don't think she's another sister do you?"

"Well… that's what I thought- I mean why the hell not- if Mom can hide one sister from us, why not another? But… something just doesn't fit. When I summoned Mom, she was so interested in Paige but not me- surely that would include all of us. And Paige just then…"

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"Paige… Paige it's Mom." Patty pushed open the bedroom door, ignoring the lack of response that should have been taken as 'leave me alone.' She knew that, despite what Paige felt right now, she needed her Mom. Patty after all was the only person who could really come close to understanding what Paige was going through.

"I… I…" Paige swallowed her tears and fell into her mother's arms.

"Sssssh, baby, sssh" Patty soothed. "You don't need to explain, I already know"

"How…? "

"Because I'm your mother Paige… and a ghost- it's a useful combination for keeping an eye on your daughters. O Paige- if you knew how much I wanted to help you… to be there for you when you needed me the most."

"So does this mean I'm not imagining it? Does it mean that… that… she really is…"

"You're baby girl," her mother finished. "Only she's not so much of a baby anymore."

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