AN: I realize that there ws some.. inconsitance in Melindas arrival to America. In the first season they said she went there from England yet in season three they had her born there. I went with the first one here as I wrote this before season three...
"Morning." Piper greeted her sister
"Hey. I heard you up last night. She have another nightmare?" Prue looked up from her coffee as Piper made her way around the kitchen
"Yeah. Though I get the feeling it was more then that."
"Premonition?" Prue was now more curious to what was going on.
"I think so. You should talk to her."
"What would that accomplish? She won't talk about it."
"She might open up to you."
"She never has before why.."
"Prue she is your sister. You two have to get past this wall you have up and work it out. In case you forgot we are witches and apparently all sorts of evil will be coming after us now. You two getting along could mean your lives." Piper finally said. "It could mean all of our lives." She added in the end.
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Phoebe, the youngest of the three sisters', had discovered their heritage a few days ago. Reciting a spell that released powers they knew nothing about. In the few days since then they had already fought off one warlock, who had being dating Piper in hopes of gaining their powers once they all got together again. All he needed was for Phoebe to come back from NYC. Though they had been lucky enough to remember what their mother had written on their old spirit board only to discover it too was a spell.
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Prue knew that Piper was right, but her youngest sister had only just returned from NYC. Prue had silently forgiven Phoebe for what was the cause of her going, but seeing her again only brought everything back into her mind again. And she wasn't ready yet to forgive her openly. "Piper she has always gone to you."
"Not always. Even as she got older and things like this happened."
"Piper things like this didn't happen then. We didn't have powers." Prue reminded her, wanting to change the topic. She never really could talk to Phoebe. Except when her baby sister was just that; a baby.
"I meant the nightmares. She always climbed into your bed. Not mine." Piper shot back. As the middle sister her role was always the mediator between her two headstrong sisters. And with Prue and Phoebe it had turned into a full time job.
Prue picked up her coffee cup and placed it in the sink. She thought of what Piper was saying but she still didn't know how to approach Phoebe. Ever since she came home they had hardly said two words to each other that weren't said with an edge to it. Piper was right though, in that they both had a wall up to the other. And they would have to take it down if they were to survive this.
"Prue just go talk to her." Piper said as she got up headed towards the back door. "I have to get going, I'll be late."
Prue watched as Piper walked through the backyard on her way to her jeep. She knew it would be sometime before Phoebe even came downstairs, so Prue made her way up stairs to her room. Though she was going to her room she found her self standing outside Phoebes door. Quietly opening it she peaked in on her sister. Seeing her twisted up in the cover's, Prue couldn't help but smile. Even as a child Phoebe would get all twisted in her bed sheets. Pulling the door closed Prue then found herself making her way up the stairs to the attic.
Standing in front of the Book of Shadows Prue rested her hand on the symbol that was etched into the leather cover with care. Her thoughts went to her Mother and her Grams. They had died taking the family secret with them. This was going to have to be something they taught themselves, and each other.
"Thinking of doing a little reading sis?"
Prue looked up at the sound of Phoebes voice. "No. I was just thinking actually."
Phoebe walked towards Prue and starred down at the book. "I wish this book could tell us everything we need to know. And everything about Mom."
"It probably can. We just haven't learned how to hear it yet." Prue said as she looked up at her sister, "I hear you had another nightmare?"
"Yeah." Phoebe replied though not sure if she wanted to talk about it yet. Especially to Prue.
"You wanna talk about it?" Prue asked though she had a feeling that Phoebe wouldn't talk to her.
Phoebe looked up for a moment and looked into Prue's eyes. Her big sisters eyes didn't always tell her everything but she knew when she cared. And right then all she saw was the love and care that she would get whenever Phoebe got hurt when she was younger.
Phoebe looked down at the street below, "I felt the flames. Her pain. It was like I was her. They all taunted and yelled witch at her. They were glad that she died." Phoebe said quietly.
"Who was it Phoebe?" Prue asked as she took a hesitant step towards her sister.
Phoebe paused a moment before turning around to face Prue. "I think it was, Melinda."
Prue looked at her sister surprised at the answer. "Melinda. As in the Book Melinda?"
"It was horrible Prue. How can anyone person be that cruel?" Phoebe felt the hot tears turning down her face as she then also felt her sisters' arms around her pulling her into a hug.
She didn't like what Phoebes powers did to her little sister. And she couldn't even imagine what it was like to see things as they happened to people and have no control over it. At least her and Piper had some control to their powers. But Phoebes seemed to act on their own, giving her visions when she least expected it. And now it would seem, even in her sleep she was not safe.
Phoebe wiped away her tears as she stepped back from Prue. "I'm sorry."
"For what? For crying? For having feelings? Phoebe I don't think I could handle your power the way you do. And honestly I'm not thrilled that you have to go through that each time. To see things like that."
"You wish you had it so I wouldn't have to. Prue I know you want to protect me. But we have to believe there is a reason I got this power. I wouldn't have gotten it if whoever decided thought I couldn't handle it."
"True, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Prue said as she went up to her sister. "Why don't you and I go downstairs and try and figure out what it was you saw last night?" Prue suggested as she placed her arm over Phoebe and lead her out of the attic. She knew her sister was heading to the attic for a reason and she was going to find out what it was.
Phoebe sat on the couch with Prue at the other end.
"Prue. What were you doing up in the attic anyway?"
"Hmm, now I was just going to ask you that. I don't really know. I was heading to my room and after something Piper said I peaked in on you. The next thing I knew I was in the attic looking down at the book. I don't really know."
"Maybe to get a better understanding of what's going on?"
"Yeah. Maybe." Prue followed what her sister was getting at. "So what about you?"
"I don't know. I had the nightmare last night. I maybe wanted to make sure it was Melinda, I don't know. I know it was her. But there was something in the background that made me wonder one thing."
Prue watched her sister but said nothing.
"It wasn't like I saw anyone thing or person. It was more of a presence. Like someone was watching, taking in everything that was going on. But it was." Phoebe stopped and tried to place her feelings.
"Was what?" Prue leaned forward and looked at her sister
Phoebe looked into Prues eyes, "It was pure evil that I felt. It was like nothing I have ever felt before, but I felt as if whatever it was. It was looking right at or through me."