This chapter is slightly shorter than the other one. Thanks for the reviews, I just hope you guys enjoy it.

            Jill pulled up into the driveway of a tope and white house, with green shutters. Phoebe parked on the side of the street, by the mailbox. She stepped out her car, took a look at the house, and followed Jill into the house.

"I'll be right back. I have to put this stuff in the basement." Jill said as she shut the front door.

            Jill walked down towards the basement as Phoebe stood by the door. She gradually became aware that a TV was on and laughter in the other room. A little girl walked into the hallway, totally oblivious to Phoebe standing behind her. She was barely three feet tall, and was wearing a pair of short denim overalls with a pair of green pants coming out the bottom. Her bright yellow shirt was hanging out and her socks were sporting the lovely colors of purple and red.

"Jill?" the little girl inquired. She began walking to the basement door that was left open. Phoebe cocked her head and stared at the little girl's ensemble. Jill emerged from the basement.

"Oh Whitney, say hello to Miss Halliwell." Jill gestured towards Phoebe. The little girl turned around, arm extend, and said,

"My name's Whitney Dove, glad to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. That's quite an outfit you have on there."

"Thanks I dressed myself." Whitney announced quite proudly and beamed a smile.

"And how old are you?"

"This many…" Whitney said showing six small fingers. She turned around a tugged Jill's shirt. "I'm thirsty and mom's not home."

"Great, when did she say she'll be back?"

"Monday."

"Come into the kitchen, we can talk there." Jill signaled Phoebe as she was walking away.

            Whitney skipped into the kitchen behind Phoebe humming the "doom song" from Invader Zim. Phoebe smiled at Whitney as she sat at the table and began toying with the saltshaker accidentally spilling it all over the table.

"Whitney, leave that alone." Jill said, slightly peeved. She handed her a glass of apple juice. "Go watch some TV and please don't spill it."

            Whitney nodded as she carefully took the glass and walked back into the living room.

"She's so cute." Phoebe commented as Jill turned to her.

"Yeah, when ever you're not watching her every free moment of your life. My mom is always on some expedition, so she's not around too long. So, what were you talking about earlier? Danger?"

"Oh, umm… Don't think I'm crazy but I think you're life is in jeopardy."

            Jill gave her a skeptical look and then zoned out for a few seconds.

"You're a witch?"

            Phoebe stared at Jill in shock. Her jaw dropped slightly but she quickly regained her poise and thought to herself, "Did I say that?"

"No, I read your mind."

"What? Now I know I didn't say…"

"You thought I'd take the word of some stranger, let alone invite them into my house. I can read minds and I read yours, but there appears to be something different about you."

"What do you mean, 'different'?" Phoebe inquired, wondering if Jill really knew about her being a witch, let alone a Charmed One.

"Like, you're more than an average witch."

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            As Phoebe and Jill were talking, Whitney was still in the living room watching TV. Daffy was chasing bugs about on the screen as she stared in amazement. Suddenly, a demon appeared in front of her. He was reaching about 6'2''; his skin was black with white tribal marking.

"Jill…" Whitney quietly quivered.

"Did you say something Whit?" Jill yelled into the room, "Please don't tell me you spilled the juice. Mom'll be…"

            The rest was cut off my Whitney's high pitch scream. Phoebe and Jill glanced at one another for a second and ran into the living room. The demon already had Whitney under his arm, as she was kicking and screaming. He tossed an energy ball at them but it hit the arch in the wall above Jill. Phoebe had dropped and rolled to the side. The rubble from the arch had fallen and hit Jill, who dropped to the floor. Before anything else could happen, the demon shimmered out the house.

"Jill?" Phoebe called as she crouched down beside her. She had a cut on her head, but Jill was merely unconscious. Phoebe pulled out her cell phone, and called home.