AN: So I still wasn't sure if I was going to go any farther, but I decided it was a good alternative if I didn't want to write my other story. It allows me to get away from the other so that it doesn't get boring. It obviously took me a long time since I never really focused on it, but here it is. I'm not particularly happy with one of the arguments between Phoebe and Prue since they both end up being a little immature and I'm sure you'll know which one I'm talking about when you read it. The rest I like though. For the most part.

Also, I will definitely give Phoebe a power boost as she's the eldest in this one, but it might be closer to the middle of the season before there's any real change. I think I might let her grow into her empathy power earlier so that she could get to her power of pathokinesis which is how she killed Cal Greene in the episode 'Morality Bites'

That's it I guess. Go ahead and read and please review.

I've Got You Under My Skin

Quake

Phoebe pushed through the crowd heading to the side of the bar where the cash register was. Piper was supposed to be working there tonight. Phoebe narrowed her eyes as she saw it deserted, but figured Piper was helping someone in the back and would be out in a moment. She headed for the seat and almost ran into a couple entering the restaurant because she had been focusing on it instead of her surroundings.

"Oops… Sorry." Phoebe apologized and the couple smiled at her as they walked by. Once through the main crowd, Piper intercepted her looking frustrated and nervous.

"I'm gonna kill him." Piper muttered, throwing her hands up dramatically. She grabbed a bill folder off a table and walked toward the cash register.

"Who?" Phoebe asked, glancing around in confusion before she followed Piper.

"Chef Moore. He with the phony accent hires me and then quits to open his own place. Thank you very much." Piper ranted going behind the cash register as Phoebe took a seat at the bar.

"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Phoebe asked with raised eyebrows as she watched Piper swipe the card that she pulled out of the bill folder. Piper ignored her; a sure sign that she didn't want Phoebe's ass-kicking services. She did, however, swipe the credit card in her hand harder than necessary. "I don't see any customers complaining." Phoebe pointed out as a compliment to her stressed younger sister.

"Hello! I am not a restaurant tour. I am a chef. I have no idea what I'm doing!" She hissed and then looked at a nearby waitress that was passing by. "Table number four." Piper ordered placing a receipt in the bill folder and passing it to the waitress.

The waitress gave the slightest of nods and walked away before Piper allowed herself to relax ever-so-slightly.

She looked over Phoebe for a moment and suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Are you wearing my dress?" She demanded, her voice rising slightly.

Before Phoebe could answer another young woman with curly blonde hair walked up and took the seat next to Phoebe. Phoebe, glad for the distraction, turned toward the woman. "Hey, Britney! Ooh. I love the tattoo." She complimented, taking Britney's hand to get a better look at the angel tattooed on the back.

"Oh thanks." Britney acknowledged, waving at Piper with her other hand.

"I thought it was illegal to get them on your hand because of the veins." Phoebe stated.

"In the States, yeah, I got it done in Tahiti." She explained, handing Piper some cash. "Oh keep the change Piper. I gotta jam." She added cheerfully.

Phoebe waved farewell and Piper nodded. "Okay. Say hi to Max for me." Piper wished as Britney retreated. Piper waved over another waitress and handed another bill folder to her. "Table nine please." Piper instructed and the waitress left. She took a deep breath before glancing over Phoebe again. "So back to my dress…"

Phoebe wasn't listening as she looked to her right at a handsome man sitting alone at the table. She was immediately thrown into a premonition.

Alec stood up and approached Phoebe, sitting down beside her and offering to buy her a martini.

Phoebe grinned to herself and got the attention of her younger sister. "See that poster boy to your left?" She asked. Piper looked to her left in curiosity. "Just glance… don't be obvious" Phoebe snapped softly when Piper took too much time to study Alec.

Piper immediately glanced away and nodded slightly. "I approve. Who is he?" She asked glancing again back at him.

"His name is Alec and he's about to come over and ask if he could buy me a martini." Phoebe replied eagerly.

"How do you know?" Piper asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

"Let's just say I've solved the age old problem of who approaches whom first… I had a little premonition." She gloated, running a hand through her hair self-consciously.

"What? Phoebe! You're not supposed to use your powers. We agreed." Piper hissed, crossing her arms.

"No, technically you ordered Prue not to and I never once said anything about siding with you." Phoebe reminded her with a shrug. Besides, it's not like I can control it. It just popped into my head." Phoebe countered defensively.

"That's the point! None of us can control our powers. That's what scares me. I could panic and freeze the entire restaurant." Piper replied, throwing her hands up pointedly. "And anyways, it sets a bad example for Prue. What do you think she's going to do with her power if she thinks she can use whenever she wants?" Piper challenged. Knowing Prue she would probably inconspicuously trip someone or throw something at people who got on her nerves.

Phoebe shrugged nonchalantly, all thoughts of Prue vanishing as she caught sight of Alec getting up. "Shhh… here he comes." She hissed, trying to act casual. Piper sent one last glare at Phoebe before Piper went back to play with the cash register.

Alec approached and waved at Piper before getting Phoebe's attention. "Hey, I was just sitting over there and was wondering if I could buy you a martini or something." He offered hopefully.

Phoebe smiled seductively and glanced at Piper with triumphant brown eyes. "Martini hmmmm? Imagine that. I would love one." She answered, getting to her feet. "It's Alec right?" Phoebe asked feigning ignorance. Piper rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Yeah, how'd you know my name?" Alec asked in surprise.

"Wild guess." Phoebe got to her feet and lightly pushed Alec toward the table he had been sitting at. Before she left she turned one last time to her sister. Piper glanced over and grabbed her hand making her listen.

"If I catch you flaunting your power in front of Prue I'm going to be pissed." She warned and Phoebe shrugged it off.

"News flash… stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles." Phoebe retorted, flashing her sister one more innocent smile before following Alec to his table.

Piper, silently fuming, watched Phoebe walk away and then turned back to the register where the bill folders were beginning to pile up.

~PO3~

Outside Quake, Britney walked out to her car. She turned it on and adjusted her rearview mirror so she could touch up her make-up. After a moment she adjusted it back and saw someone's eyes staring from the back of her car. She spun around in fear and screamed as he grabbed hold of her.

The Halliwell Manor

The next morning, Piper was in the kitchen watching a documentary about witches during the Salem Witch Trial, while whisking some eggs for breakfast. She looked up from the TV as she heard the front door open and close and a glowing Prue skipped into the kitchen.

"Morning." Prue greeted cheerfully, making her way to the refrigerator.

"Morning." Piper echoed her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Did you just get home from your date?" She demanded, dropping her beaten eggs on the counter and crossing her arms. Prue opened her mouth to reply but became side-tracked by the TV. Piper's eyes widened slightly in embarrassment and hurriedly grabbed for the remote and switched off the T.V.

Prue pulled the milk out of the refrigerator, her head tilted to the side in curiosity as she studied the now blank TV screen. "What were you watching?" She asked curiously as she sat the milk on the counter.

"Nothing… just a show." Piper answered hastily, somewhat embarrassed to be seen watching the documentary.

"About witches? Are you worried we're going to be burned at the stake?" Prue asked teasingly with a small smile.

Piper forced a laugh and tried to look nonchalant though it didn't fool Prue. "Yeah right…" She offered and then switched the topic back to Prue. "Anyways, don't change the subject."

Prue rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Yes, Mom." She answered promptly, pouring herself a glass of milk. "Isn't it obvious?" Prue added, waving a hand at herself. She was still wearing the dark blue dress she'd left in the night before and her hair was still in loose curls, though now they were hanging down instead of pulled back.

"Don't get smart with me Prudence Halliwell." Piper muttered in her scolding tone.

Prue obediently lowered her eyes apologetically. "Sorry."

Piper shrugged it off. "So, the date? How was it?" She probed, a large smile crossing her features. She sensed some juicy gossip coming from her baby sister. Piper's brown eyes were narrowed in a scrutinizing manner, watching for any hint of a lie.

Prue looked back up from her drink with a large grin. "Perfect." Prue explained cryptically. She met Piper's eyes and found herself elaborating for her older sister. "You know, dinner, movie… sex."

"On your first date? You sleaze…" Piper exclaimed loudly though she wasn't too surprised.

Prue shrugged, frowning slightly and hoping that Phoebe hadn't heard Piper's exclamation. "Well, I don't normally have sex on the first date… but it wasn't exactly our first date." She paused a moment and she smiled again. "And besides, it was with Andy." Prue added as if that explained everything.

Piper nodded but rolled her eyes. She understood, but she didn't approve. "High school doesn't count." She retorted but couldn't quite keep her curiosity hidden. "Spill it." She prodded eagerly.

Prue looked thoughtful for a moment before she grabbed her cup of milk and walked out of the kitchen heading for the stairs. She wasn't particularly keen to give her older sisters details.

"Ooh… that bad?" Piper asked, following. It was obvious that it wasn't 'that bad' from Prue's extremely cheerful mood, but it was the best way to get an elaboration.

"No… that good. We were amazing." Prue explained smugly, glancing over her shoulder to look at Piper. "Now, I need to take a shower before my interview." Prue was already heading up the stairs when she froze upon hearing Phoebe come running into the Foyer from the Solarium.

"Prue!" Phoebe yelled, storming up to her younger sisters with blazing brown eyes. "Where have you been?" She demanded, hands on her hips.

Piper's eyes widened and she immediately stepped between her eldest and her youngest sister, hands outstretched to stop Phoebe from getting too close to Prue. "Phoebe…" She murmured in an attempt to calm her older sister down.

Phoebe ignored Piper and stared past her to Prue obviously expecting an explanation.

"Uh, with Andy." Prue answered in her 'obviously' voice. She was a little confused by Phoebe's attitude and therefore took a sip of her drink to avoid her sister's eyes.

"You were with him all night?" Phoebe pressed, her voice rising steadily. She received a short nod from Prue. "You couldn't even have the decency to call and let us know?" Phoebe snapped.

Prue rolled her eyes. "You knew I was on a date and we were kinda busy." Prue countered, glancing at Piper for help. "And anyways, Andy is a cop. I think I'm safe."

"Phoebe… let it go. You weren't back until three this morning." Piper jumped in before the argument could escalate. "I've already gotten on to Prue about staying out all night. So, let's just go eat breakfast." She mediated, pointing hopefully toward the kitchen.

"Wait! How come she's allowed to stay out until three? That's not much better…" Prue argued indignantly.

"Because I'm older and not a teenager." Phoebe returned as if that settled the matter.

Prue snorted. "Could've fooled me. At least I knew who I was sleeping with."

Piper dropped her head into her hands, fully aware that the conversation was now out of her control.

Phoebe's eyes flashed angrily but, catching sight of Piper, forced herself to take several deep breaths to calm herself. "FYI I did not sleep with him." She replied through clenched teeth. "And I had Piper's approval as well as a little supernatural approval."

"You used your powers?" Prue asked with eyes wide with disbelief. "We're not supposed to use our powers for personal gain…" She muttered, glancing at Piper.

"I give up." Piper announced throwing her hands in the air dramatically. "Don't put me in the middle…" She protested, stepping back to allow her sisters to work out their own issues.

"I'm not. You were born in the middle." Prue retorted cheekily, flashing an innocent smile to lighten the mood.

Piper narrowed her eyes at Phoebe. "I told you not to flaunt your power, Phoebe." She hissed in frustration.

"Sorry, Piper, but I never agreed with anything you two decided on about our powers." Phoebe pointed out with a stern look at her younger sisters. "You two, do what you want." She allowed. "I don't really care if Prue uses her powers."

"Phoebe, don't you understand. It's not all about Prue! Warlocks could find us. Kill us. Does that not matter to you?" Piper snapped in irritation. Her eyes flickered to look at a pretty confused Prue silently saying 'Don't get any ideas.' "Have you forgotten Jeremy? What he almost did to us?" Piper added, shuddering slightly at the fearful encounter with her now ex-fiancé.

Phoebe sighed in aggravation. "If we don't use them, we can't protect ourselves. They're going to find us anyway." She argued, feeling a stab of guilt at countering Piper's view of the situation. She knew Piper was just trying to protect them… especially Prue. "Look, it was just a lousy premonition, that's all. Nobody died."

Prue bit her lip thoughtfully deciding now was as good a time as any bring it up. "There's another reason we should to be careful. Andy thinks there's someone abducting women in our area." She warned carefully, looking between Piper and Phoebe.

"Abducting women?" Phoebe asked sounding worried.

"Yeah, so we don't need to forget about the mortal evil just because we now deal with supernatural evil." Prue explained, looking down at her cup for a moment. "Now, I really need to go get ready." She decided, turning around and heading up the stairs.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes as she watched Prue disappear up the steps. "I'm really going to have to talk with that guy." She breathed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Keeping her out all night…"

"Phoebe, leave Andy alone. We both allowed her to go on the date and he's always been a great friend if not a boyfriend." Piper broke in, snapping Phoebe out of her reverie. "Besides, Prue can take care of herself and Andy would never let anything happen to her."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it…" Phoebe reluctantly consented.

San Francisco Police Department

Andy was sitting behind his desk looking at a photo of Britney as Max explained that she was missing. Darryl was pacing down the small hall and took the photo from Andy as he walked by.

"She didn't come home at all last night. That's not like Britney, believe me." Max finished, looking worried as Darryl brought the picture back to him.

"Tell me, Max. What time did she leave to go to Quake?" Darryl asked professionally.

"8:30. She called around 10:00, said she was on her way home, but I'm really worried." Max replied as Andy fiddled with a pen, thinking of the similarities between Britney and some of the other women that had been called in missing.

"Chances are she'll show up. They usually do." Andy offered as assurance.

"It's best if you go home in case she calls. Can you do that?" Darryl added, giving a slight nod to Andy as the young cop stood to his feet.

"Yeah. Thanks." Max agreed, nodding his head and shaking Andy's outstretched hand before turning to leave.

As Max left, Andy walked out from behind his desk to join Morris, carrying his cup of coffee. "That's the fourth one this week." Andy pointed out.

"Yeah, well they can't just be disappearing into thin air." Morris replied and then looked closer at Andy. "Did you do something to your hair?"

Andy glanced over at him, but took a sip of coffee in order to have an excuse not to answer that last question. "At least we've narrowed down his feeding pool to the area around the restaurant." He added, in a more positive tone.

Darryl grinned knowingly and pushed past Andy. "Well, better tell your sweetie to lock the door at night." He called, leaving Andy to stare after him with a look of agitation.

Church

Piper pulled up beside the nearest church in her van. She looked up at the main entrance debating whether she should enter or not. Normally she wouldn't have hesitated a moment, but since watching that documentary on witches that morning she had her doubts whether they were good or evil. As she pondered the idea a man walked up to the passenger's side window and knocked gently. Piper jumped at the unexpected sound as the man bent down to talk with her through her rolled down window.

"Ooh. Pastor Williams, you scared me…" She admitted putting her hand over her heart as she took a deep breath to calm it down.

"Sorry." He apologized smiling slightly. "Aren't you a little early?" Pastor Williams added. Piper frowned in confusion, obviously trying to think of what he was talking about. He seemed to notice because he elaborated. "Dropping off the unused food from your restaurant. I thought you weren't coming by until this afternoon."

Comprehension dawned on her face as she jumped to explain. "Yeah, I am. I'm coming back later… with everything." She answered awkwardly and nodding to herself.

"Great… So what are you doing here now?" He asked.

"Nothing really… just thinking…." Piper explained cryptically.

"About?" Pastor Williams prodded carefully.

Piper bit her lip uncertainly and answered reluctantly. "Mary Estee…"

"Who?" He asked in confusion.

Piper rolled her eyes, inwardly kicking herself. "It's just a stupid documentary I saw." She muttered hastily and then laughed trying to act casual as she changed positions to better look at Pastor Williams. "By the way, is it true that evil beings can't go into a church without being…?" Piper trailed off and made a motion with her hands symbolizing being hit by lightning.

Pastor Williams laughed and Piper awkwardly joined in. "Evil beings? Like what? Vampires?" He suggested.

"Vampires, uh no. I was thinking more along the line of… witches." Piper corrected casually though listening to his every word intently.

"Witches huh?" Pastor Williams paused seeming to think about it for a moment. "Let me put it to you this way. I sure wouldn't want to risk it." Piper frowned, but nodded slightly. "I gotta go. See you later?"

"Yeah, right, absolutely." She replied, being pulled back from her train of thought. Pastor Williams walked away leaving Piper to look back toward the entrance to the church. She narrowed her eyes in determination and pushed the door open. She slowly approached the church door, outstretching her hand for the handle. Just before she closed her hand around it a crack of thunder rumbled in the distance and she jumped away in fear, hastily returning to her van.

"4 Us by Us" Magazine Studio

Prue jumped out of her car and promptly grabbed all the papers and her picture portfolio for her interview. She threw her purse over her shoulder and made sure her camera was fastened safely around her neck before taking off across the parking lot. With the coming home later than she had anticipated, the prolonged sister talk, and the traffic on the way over to the studio, she was running quite late. Prue stopped just inside the doors and read over the floor titles until she found the Magazine Studio. Twelfth floor. The building the Magazine studio was in was next to the campus and was also the same building for the school newspaper, the graphic designing, some classes on the subjects, etc. Without a moment to spare she raced toward the elevator that had just begun to close.

"Hold the door." She called, praying that someone would stop it from closing since she couldn't miss that elevator. Prue squeezed through at the last minute, but her purse hit the door and slipped from her arm, spilling the contents on the floor. "Damn it!" She muttered bending down to pick it all up. "Can you push twelve, please" She pleaded to the man closest to the numbers.

He did so and bent down to help her. "Here, let me help." He offered, picking up some of her pictures that had spilled out onto the floor and looking at them curiously. His eyes flickered over to land on the expensive camera around Prue's neck. "A 450D? Do you work in the magazine studio upstairs?" He asked, sounding impressed as Prue grabbed her last piece of merchandise off the floor and stood up.

"Sorta… I'm, uh, interviewing for a spot." Prue explained and added as an afterthought. "If I ever get there in time. Don't let me get my photographs mixed up." She carefully took all the papers from him and silence fell across the elevator. She glanced up to see the floor they were on and saw they had just reached three. She let out an impatient sigh as she looked at the time on her watch. Prue vaguely realized that she was the only woman on the elevator, but the ringing of her phone caught her attention. She flashed an apologetic look at the men in the elevator as they all turned to look at her, but answered her phone anyways.

"Hello?" She answered, expecting to hear the voice of one of her sisters. Her eyes widened as she recognized Andy's voice on the other end. "Hey, Andy." Prue started enthusiastically and then remembered the people in the elevator. "Uh, can I call you back?" Prue pleaded softly, turning away slightly.

On the other line Andy was sitting on the edge of his desk at the police station, using his work phone. "Prue, I need to talk to you." He replied in quite a serious tone.

Prue inwardly flinched. Starting off a sentence with 'I need to talk' was always bad… What did he want to talk about? Was he regretting the previous night? Her mind shot off into thinking of the worst possible scenario. Not here, Andy.She thought desperately. "Okay, but, uh, right now, I'm really late for this interview." She tried to procrastinate… at least until she was out of the elevator.

"Look, I just wanted to say I was sorry for getting you in trouble with Phoebe. I didn't mean for what happened last night to happen." Andy continued, ignoring her excuse.

Prue narrowed her eyes suspiciously. How did he know she had been yelled at by Phoebe…? Realization dawned and she clenched her hand around her phone. "Phoebe called you, didn't she?" She guessed, her voice rising an octave. "What did she tell you?" Prue demanded, forgetting about the people in the elevator.

Andy was silent a moment, confused by Prue's questions. "Uh, yeah… She said you didn't want to talk to me after last night and I thought that maybe you were having second thoughts." He began slowly. As he spoke, Prue began to grow frustrated as several more men entered the elevator on floor five. They pushed every floor between seven and twelve.

"I'm going to kill her…" Prue muttered, trying to slow her breathing. Several of the men looked over in Prue's direction, but she didn't notice as she was too busy trying to figure out how to fix the situation that Phoebe had worsened.

"So… you're not upset?" Andy pressed in confusion.

"No, Andy… I'm not upset that we…" Elevator, Prue! She told herself. "… I mean, of course not." She amended, desperately trying to keep her voice down. Prue's face flushed a bright red as she felt the eyes of all the men turn toward her.

Andy nodded slightly to himself and smiled in relief. "Great, so, in that case, can we meet for lunch or dinner or something?" He suggested, sounding much more cheerful than he had been moments before.

Prue hesitated trying hard not to let her temper out on Andy. It wasn't his fault she was in an elevator and had an overprotective older sister. "Okay, Andy, um, I have an interview and though I'd really much rather discuss plans with you than listen to this stupid, unorganized college magazine director I'm gonna have to call you back." She replied hastily, hanging up on him and tossing her phone irritably in her bag. As she looked up she noticed all the men looking at her. They quickly looked away, clearing their throats. She glanced up to see what floor they were on again only to find they were stopping on floor seven. Prue glared at the door that was beginning to open, forcing it to close shut, causing a ruckus within the elevator as a man needed to get off. Ignoring him, she narrowed her eyes on the level twelve light and the elevator skipped every floor between seven and twelve. She smirked to herself as all the men hit on the elevator door as if it would open up. On floor twelve the elevator stopped, opening up as normal.

"That was strange… Lucky you, huh?" The man next to her commented glancing over at her.

Prue walked quickly out of the elevator not able to get out of it quick enough. "Yeah, I'm Charmed alright." She muttered and left without a backward glance.

Quake

Phoebe traversed through the crowded restaurant to reach the bar. She handed a bill folder to a young couple.

"Here you go." She spoke, handing it to the man who reached out for it.

"Thank you." He responded gratefully.

Phoebe smiled and turned to leave before doing a double take in disbelief. "Excuse me… but aren't you Stefan?" Phoebe asked, approaching slowly.

Stefan glanced back up at her smiling. "Yes… I'm sorry, but do we know each other?" He questioned, looking at her curiously.

Phoebe leaned casually against the bar, ignoring the woman who was beside Stefan. "Doubtful. I'm just familiar with your work. The depth in your pictures is just… amazing." She complimented. That was one of the good things about having Prue as a sister. She knew a bit about photography.

"Well, I don't know about that, but I'll always take a compliment from a gorgeous woman." Stefan replied, flashing a charming smile that made Phoebe look back toward the woman he was sitting with.

"I'm sure your girlfriend must appreciate that…" Phoebe answered, trying to judge her reaction.

Stefan leaned closer to Phoebe. "She's not my girlfriend." He whispered.

"Then why are you whispering?" Phoebe whispered back flirtatiously.

The woman frowned in anger and jumped up from the bar. "Excuse me." She hissed pushing between Phoebe and Stefan causing Phoebe to step back.

"Oh… oh, okay." Phoebe murmured putting her hands up dramatically in innocence. Stefan turned around to watch her leave and Phoebe stepped back forward. "Well, it was very nice to meet you." She offered beginning to turn away.

"You too…" Stefan agreed and then reached out to stop her from leaving. "Listen. I'm in town for a couple days doing a Porsche shoot. If you're interested, stop by. I'd love to photograph you. You do model, don't you?" Stefan took out a pen and wrote his address on a napkin in front of him and gave it to Phoebe.

Phoebe stared in surprise and gingerly reached out to take it. "Once or twice." She replied, leaving out the little detail that she had modeled for her younger sister and not professionally. She then glanced down at the napkin excitedly before turning away. As she was still staring at the napkin Piper ran up and grabbed her hands, effectively gaining her attention.

"A driver has called in sick. Can you do a quick delivery?" Piper pleaded desperately.

"Sure." Phoebe agreed, taking a step back from her sister. "Is that guy at the bar staring at me?" She wondered curiously.

Piper cast a quick glance to the bar behind her. "A lot of guys at the bar are staring at you." Piper agreed hastily.

"The one at the far end. Tall, dark, brooding, very New York." Phoebe described Stefan.

Piper glanced over again for a split moment. "Sorry, no." She replied and dashed off back to work.

Phoebe looked back where Stefan had been to find him gone. Her gaze flickered to the napkin with his address on it and she smiled.

"4 Us by Us" Magazine Studio

Prue advanced toward the woman sitting behind the Secretary's desk, trying to let her frustration go before doing the job interview. The young woman looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and looked at Prue expectantly.

"Hey, I'm Prudence Halliwell. I'm here for a job interview." She explained.

The woman smiled and motioned for her to follow. She led Prue toward an office door. "He's seen your recommendations and he's very impressed, especially the ones from your advisors, but I've got to tell you, he's already switched six other applicants that wanted the same position to help in other places." She warned, traversing them around the ladders and workers painting. The magazine studio was going through a make-over now that it had a new boss.

"Did all of them fulfill all the qualifications?" Prue asked, sounding a little nervous. If the answer was yes than Prue didn't have the upper hand like she liked to have. She looked toward the Secretary for an answer.

"Several of them did, but I did hear him say he was looking forward to meeting you. From what I've heard, he likes your quality of work and dedication that your recommendations all bragged about." The Secretary elaborated. "The only situation that pulls you down was the fight last week."

Prue frowned slightly as the conversation was turned toward Roger. "That situation was highly unusual." Prue replied quickly and rather coldly. They had now come to stop outside the door to the office Prue assumed was the boss's.

The secretary laughed softly. "Okay…. Ready?" She asked, reaching out for the door handle.

Prue nodded slightly. "Yeah."

The Secretary opened the door and preceded Prue into the room. "Rex Buckland, this is Prue Halliwell, interviewing as the new photojournalist." She announced.

Prue walked in to find the man next to her in the elevator standing in front of the desk. Her smile turned to a slight frown and she bit her lip slightly, suddenly a lot more nervous as Rex looked her over quickly.

"Actually, we've already met… Welcome to my unorganized college magazine studio." He greeted sarcastically, walking forward to shake hands with her.

Prue cleared her throat softly, trying to appear nonchalant. This day was getting worse by the minute.

Stefan's Photography Place

In the middle of a large studio room the previously mentioned woman at Quake with Stefan was bound tightly by the hands and legs to the short table. An old demon walked toward her carrying a black candlestick. He placed it on an empty candle placement that was set up around the table in a ritualistic way.

"Please don't hurt me… Let me go! Please Stefan" The woman begged, the fear evident in her voice. She struggled to break the bonds that held her down but fell back in exhaustion. The demon stepped out of the shadows for the first time causing the woman to cringe away in fright. "Oh my God…" She whispered.

"It's Javna…" The demon corrected in a slow hissing voice as he stepped closer to her. His eyes turned red and bright ray beams shot out of them, hitting the woman in the face.

"Wait!" She screamed as she thrashed around on the table trying to get loose or at least keep her eyes away from the ray beams. The demon ignored her and finally the woman grew old before his eyes while he grew young, into the form of Stefan. He picked up the mirror on an end table beside him and grinned. The woman lay still, seeming disoriented while Stefan's laughter rang through the empty studio

The Magazine Studio

Rex invited Prue to make herself comfortable in the chair in front of his desk while he took all the papers, including her photo portfolio, from her and flipped through them.

"On average, how many classes are you enrolled in a semester?" He asked as he walked past her, heading towards his desk.

"Six, including a lab. I try to keep with the 16 credit hours a semester. It should be on my transcript." Prue answered promptly, her eyes following his movements closely.

"And you have 3.9? Impressive GPA." Rex commented, sounding impressed. He dropped the papers on his desk and sat down opposite Prue.

"Yes, well, my sister is helping me pay for everything and I don't want the money and time to go to waste." Prue explained, nodding slightly.

Rex offered a faint smile. "I see, obviously one of the reasons you want this job, yes?" Rex guessed, receiving a nervous nod in reply. He was silent a moment appearing thoughtful before he smiled slyly. "It's a shame though that you don't appear to be interested in the opportunity… That the studio will be 'unorganized.' That it won't matter… I believe that is how you put it in the elevator." Rex reminded her, casually leaning back in his chair for an answer.

Prue bit her lip ever so slightly and looked away for a split moment in aggravation. "That was a private phone conversation." She mumbled, blushing in embarrassment though she tried to hide it.

Rex shook his head, grinning. "Hardly." He retorted.

Prue looked away and reached down to grab her purse before standing up abruptly. "Okay, look, if you're not going to give me the opportunity then why waste my time as well as yours?" Prue snapped with narrowed eyes. There was a pause at which time she was deciding whether to let it go or to continue. "And while we're at it. I think it's incredibly unfair of you to eavesdrop on a private call and then misjudge me based on entirely what you thought you heard." Prue added, deciding on the latter.

Rex looked away while she accused him and when she had finished ranting glanced back at her. "I apologize. It was unfair of me." He offered and then stood up and approached her. "I'm new to all of this." Rex explained waving his hand to show off the room. "I've only just taken over the studio, having just graduated myself a couple of years ago, so I'm very protective of it. But knowing that, your work ethic both in and out of the classroom is exactly what I was looking for. I want people to see what college students can really create with the right mindset." He paused for a moment sitting down on the edge of his desk. Prue glanced away, not having any idea of what to say. "It's just that… when all these qualifications are signed, it's very important to me that whoever I hire, truly wants to be here." Rex continued, carefully watching Prue's reaction. Before she could respond there was a beep announcing the presence of the intercom. "Yeah?" He called, not taking his eyes off Prue.

"Excuse me, Mr. Buckland, but your next interview is waiting. Shall I reschedule him?" The secretary's voice filled the room.

"No, just give me five minutes." He answered, picking up Prue's files and portfolio and handing them to her. Rex moved behind his desk and opened a drawer where he pulled out a business card. "A photographer by the name of Stefan is in the area. He has agreed to work with us in trying to find the right person for the job. Work with him, learn from him, take a few new shots using what he has taught you. You have until midnight tonight."

Prue frowned as she took her papers in one hand and shook his hand formally in the other. A lot to do and not much time to do it… But on the plus side, it was a Saturday. She might just be able to pull it off. "I'll be here." She replied determinedly, her voice cold in return.

He nodded and watched her thoughtfully as Prue left without a backward glance. The determination in her blue eyes was intriguing to say the least.

Church

Piper pulled Quake's catering van up to the church and parked just outside. Already several people were coming out of the church to help unload. Phoebe jumped out of the passenger side of the van and walked around to the back.

"Prue called, said you talked to Andy." Piper started as she came up from the other side of the van carrying a clipboard and pen. Piper leaned back casually against the back door with a disapproving look at her older sister.

"Yes, I did. She shouldn't have gone so far on the first date." Phoebe replied defensively as a woman from the church came up. Phoebe reached into the van and pulled out a tray that she handed to the woman.

Piper sighed softly. "Pheebs, I know you're just trying to keep Prue from getting hurt and any other guy I would probably agree with you, but it's the completely wrong way to handle Prue. You're just going to make her mad and she'll do the opposite just because." Piper continued, trailing off and marking that tray off on her clipboard.

Phoebe grinned and turned back to the truck. "Must've been good. She was practically jumping up and down this morning." She contemplated ignoring Piper's warning.

"Don't go there." Piper returned, her eyes narrowing.

There was silence in which Phoebe just grinned trying not to laugh. "Fine, but she has my approval. After talking to him… I just gave him a few ground rules." Phoebe continued nonchalantly. She pulled another tray out of the truck and looked back up toward her younger sister. "So with Andy and her telekinesis, I don't have to worry about her and with my premonitions I'll be able to see if my own nights will be any good or not before they actually…." Phoebe added and trailed off as she noticed an elderly man waiting on the tray. She handed it to him and leaned casually against the van door. "Hi." She greeted waving as the elderly man walked off.

Piper stared at her in disbelief. "What's the matter with you? Are you outta your mind?" She scolded.

Phoebe rolled her eyes and took out another tray. "You really need to relax a little." Phoebe observed, grabbing the last tray out of the van.

Piper checked off the trays on her clipboard, as Phoebe handed the tray to another man. "I just think we need to be extra careful." She remarked nodding to herself.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes in a studying manner. "Yeah, well, there's careful and then there's paranoid." She countered. "Do you want to talk about it?" Phoebe prodded gently, recognizing that something was bothering her younger sister.

Piper frowned and looked away. "Talk about what?" She asked, a hint of distress in her voice.

Phoebe stared at her for a moment but before anything else could be said, Pastor Williams called for their attention.

"Hey, Phoebe. I didn't know you were back in town." Pastor Williams called as he advanced.

"Hey!" Phoebe greeted, as Pastor Williams pulled her into a friendly hug.

"Took a bite out of the big apple did you?" He joked, waving at Piper. Piper stepped back, still frowning as Pastor Williams turned back to Phoebe.

"Oh, I ate the worm." Phoebe went along with the joke and stepped back from him. She looked out toward a street store. "Hey, I'm going to go get some gum. Do you guys want anything?" She asked looking at the group.

"No thanks." Pastor Williams replied while Piper just shook her head. Phoebe shrugged and made her way to the store, leaving Piper and Pastor Williams alone.

Piper looked down at her clipboard, but looked up slightly as she felt his gaze on her. She inwardly debated saying something and finally she sighed and gave in. Pastor Williams stayed silent, waiting on her to speak. "Okay, here's the deal. I've got this friend. Has a little problem. Could be bad. Not quite sure what to tell her." Piper lay out the scenario as casually as she could.

"Do you want to go inside?" He asked politely pointing toward the church.

A flash of panic shot through Piper and she shook her head hastily. "No…." She answered immediately causing Pastor Williams to look at her curiously. "I mean… I've got to get going." Piper explained.

He nodded in understanding. "So what's the problem?" He pressed, listening closely.

Piper hesitated before taking a deep breath. "Well, she sorta thinks she might be a…. a witch" She elaborated, forcing an embarrassed laugh at the end.

"Witches again huh?" Pastor Williams asked, nodding. He turned and walked a few steps away and

Piper followed nervously. "Not a good thing is it?" Piper guessed, looking down at the ground.

"Certainly not a question I get every day." He commented, thinking about his answer. "How well do you remember your Sunday School Lessons? Exodus 22:18. 'Though shall not suffer a witch to live.'" He quoted slowly.

Piper frowned, dreading his answer. "Meaning…" She whispered, already knowing what he was going to say.

"If you go by the old school? Put her to death… she's evil." Pastor Williams replied carefully.

Piper flinched and looked away, despair threatening to overcome her façade. It took all her self control to force a front and say farewell to Pastor Williams. She quickly returned to the shelter of the van.

The Outside Store

Phoebe walked up to the booth and grabbed some gum and a magazine off the rack. While she was reading the front page of the magazine she approached the man behind the cash register. "Here you go." She called getting the cashier's attention and handing him the stuff.

He looked at the price tags on the items and mentally calculated the amount. "$3.52" He replied.

As Phoebe was pulling her wallet out of her purse she caught the conversation of an elderly couple on the other side of the little store.

"Should we use the grandchildren's birthdays?" An elderly man asked to his wife. They were both looking at a lottery ticket. The man looked up and caught Phoebe's eye. "Ten million dollar jackpot. Who knows… today may be our lucky day…" He explained pulling his wife into a hug.

Phoebe smiled, but didn't appear hopeful. "Maybe." Phoebe agreed anyway out of sympathy.

"If not… we're gonna lose our house." The elderly man added.

Phoebe looked down at the lottery tickets thoughtfully and picked one up. She closed her eyes and thought of the elderly couple hoping that she might could trigger a premonition to help them. To her surprise, it actually worked.

On a television she read the numbers for the winning lottery ticket. 4, 16, 19,30,32,40.

"4, 16, 19, 30, 32, and 40… Those are the winning numbers." She whispered triumphantly.

"Yeah, right lady. Do you want this stuff or don't you?" The cashier asked her impatiently.

Phoebe ignored him and looked toward the elderly couple. "4, 16,19,30,32, and 40. Trust me mister, today is your lucky day." Phoebe continued. The old man looked questioningly at his wife, who nodded and he wrote down the numbers. Phoebe glanced from the lottery ticket in her hand to the cashier and back again. "I think I'll buy one of these lottery tickets too." She decided, handing it to him. She left the store and hurried back to the church Piper was waiting beside the van.

"What are you smiling about?" Piper asked her suspiciously as she came up.

"Oh, nothing…" Phoebe lied casually.

Piper shrugged to herself and walked around to the driver's side and jumped into the van while Phoebe pulled the seat belt around her.

~PO3~

As the two Halliwell sisters pulled out of the church parking lot, in the distance there was an old woman with a distinctive tattoo of an angel on her right hand waiting in line for food.

Darryl and Andy's Patrol Car

Outside of Quake, Andy and Darryl were staking out the popular restaurant for any sign of the kidnappers of the missing women. Darryl was looking through the pictures of the victims for the hundredth time and stopped on the picture of the latest victim. Britney, showing off the angel tattoo on her hand. He passed it over to Andy who looked over it and sighed in frustration.

"What do you want me to say? Something just doesn't feel right to me about this. I can't help it." Andy voiced again.

Darryl rolled his eyes and stretched as much as he could in the patrol car. "Here we go again…." He muttered, making himself comfortable.

Andy ignored him and continued. "I mean, where are they alright? What's this guy doing with these poor women?" Andy asked aloud.

Darryl smirked and glanced toward his partner. "Thinking an alien abduction are you?" Darryl joked, causing Andy to turn and glare at him.

"I'm serious Morris." He countered, looking back out the window.

Darryl frowned and shook his head. "I know… that's what scares me." He admitted and then smiled again. "Let me guess. Favorite movie growing up… Ghostbusters? Am I right?" Andy didn't respond and Darryl sighed. "Look we have a crazy, Trudeau. Likes the pretty ladies. That's it. The end. If he comes back looking for more, we're gonna grab him, tag him, make the world a safer place. Is that too hard to follow?" Andy just nodded in agreement and Darryl looked out his window.

"Evil Dead II." Andy suddenly replied and Darryl looked back at him in confusion. Andy grinned and explained. "Favorite movie growing up. Just for the record." Darryl smiled and Andy looked back out his window to catch sight of Prue getting out of her car and entering the restaurant.

"The bank across the street. I think we should grab the ATM tapes and see if….." Darryl trailed off as he heard the door of the car open as Andy got out of the car. "Whoa… Whoa. Where are you going?" He asked. Andy pointed silently and Darryl began to shake his head. "No, no, forget it Romeo. Important rule number one, when on a stake out you can't risk blowing your cover."

"Come on Morris, cut me some slack. I have to talk to her." He pleaded, glancing back behind him to where Prue had just disappeared. "Please, just five minutes. That's all I need." He added. Darryl rolled his eyes, but pointed at his watch silently saying he was keeping time. Andy grinned and set the timer on his watch for five minutes.

Quake

Prue traversed carefully through the crowded restaurant looking for Piper. She was about to head into the kitchen when Piper came running out ordering several workers to different duties.

"Come on Cindy, your salmon's up… Hector, way behind. We need clean plates." Piper frantically called before Prue reached out and grabbed Piper's hands, forcing her to look at her.

"Hey, Piper. Do you know if there's a Stefan here? He's a photographer…" Prue asked, causing Piper to give her a confused look.

"No, why?" Piper replied, looking around at the restaurant in frustration.

Prue glanced around them though she had no idea who she was looking for. "I blew my job interview so if I want this job I need this guy to help me. They specifically told me to go to this Stefan guy." Prue explained with a shrug. "I called the number on his business card and he said he'd be here." She added, following Piper as she walked toward the cash register.

"I can't imagine your interview was less than stellar." Piper muttered sending Prue a semi-annoyed look. Piper was suddenly pulled to a stop as Prue halted, staring at Phoebe with narrowed eyes.

"I thought Phoebe was supposed to be helping you. You know, to help with funds and stuff." Prue pointed out, glaring at her elder sister.

"Yes, well, she's taking a break, I guess." Piper answered shortly. Her brown eyes flickered over their older sister curiously. "A really long break… wearing Armani."

Prue's mouth dropped in surprise. "We own Armani?" She demanded sounding excited at the thought.

Piper shook her head. "Nope. I've no idea where she got it… Gotta go." Piper answered, pulling away from Prue and heading back into the kitchen. Prue watched her leave and approached her older sister.

Phoebe smiled and waved as she caught sight of Prue. "Prue, hi." Phoebe greeted before turning to Stefan. "This is my youngest sister… Prue, this is Stefan the photographer." She introduced.

Prue smiled and shook hands. "Hey, actually, we were supposed to be meeting. I'm, uh, Prue Halliwell. We talked on the phone, remember?" Prue pressed, glancing toward Phoebe a little anxiously.

"Of course, I'm supposed to help you with photojournalism, I believe. Rex has high standards." Stefan commented politely.

Prue nodded, fiddling nervously with her camera as Phoebe's smile slowly faded. Prue quickly caught on. "Uh, when's a good time?" She asked hastily.

Phoebe stood up suddenly, cutting off any continued conversation between Stefan and Prue. "Will you excuse me for a minute?" She asked pleasantly and got up from her chair. She irritably grabbed Prue's hand and pulled her toward the kitchen. Prue flashed one last polite smile at Stefan before allowing herself to be pulled away.

Stefan watched them leave and he looked down at his hand under the table. It was wrinkly and much too brittle to be the hand of his apparent youth.

Meanwhile, Phoebe pushed into the kitchen followed by a reluctant Prue. "What do you think you are doing?" Phoebe snapped, spinning around to face Prue with flashing eyes.

"Uh, trying to get a job that will help further my career." Prue answered truthfully with a shrug to Phoebe's attitude.

"No, what you are doing is ruining my date! Back off." Phoebe ordered, crossing her arms in anger.

Prue stared at Phoebe in disbelief. "You can't be serious. You went and called my boyfriend behind my back and told him I was mad at him. You're not one to be talking, Phoebe." Prue argued, her voice rising defensively.

Piper ran up at that moment and stopped next to them. "What are you guys doing in here?" She hissed nervously, casting glances over her shoulder.

"The same thing we do at home." Phoebe replied without turning to look at Piper. "You had that one coming, Prue. You stayed out all night with a guy that you met last week! How did you think I would react? Most guys would just leave you without a second thought. You're making it way too easy for them." She countered.

"This coming from the girl labeled 'Freebie' in high school and to this day, stays out at least until three in the morning with guys she met that night." Prue returned sharply and with a roll of her eyes. "I grew up with Andy. I can take care of myself; I don't need you to do it for me."

"Phoebe… Prue…" Piper began again, acutely aware of the eyes that were turning toward them.

Prue interrupted before Piper could start. "And I don't care about your date and I was even going to let go the fact that you called Andy, but I am trying to get a job, unlike somebody. I'm sorry your dating the guy that I need to help me, but quite honestly, I feel the job is more important… which obviously you don't since I was also under the impression that you were supposed to be helping Piper and not flirting with guys and splurging our money on Armani." Prue continued, trailing off and breathing heavily after her long rant.

"For your information, Prue, I have three job interviews lined up this week to get the money situation under control, and you don't even know where I got the Armani dress. Believe it or not, but at least I'm putting forth some effort for others." Phoebe snapped and Prue appeared taken aback.

"What does that mean?" Prue asked suspiciously.

Piper's eyes narrowed in understanding as she read it in Phoebe's eyes. "No… you didn't use your powers again?" Piper pleaded, already knowing the answer. "What did you do?"

"I used a premonition of the lottery to help a needy family." Phoebe admitted, her eyes narrowed in defiance.

"Phoebe…" Piper sighed dramatically. On one hand she was glad and even impressed that Phoebe used her power for someone who needed help, but she couldn't get the image of Jeremy attacking her or throwing the athame at Prue out of her head.

Phoebe turned slowly away from Prue to meet Piper. "That's what we're supposed to do." Phoebe explained coldly.

"That doesn't explain the Armani. We're not supposed to use our powers for our own personal gain. That's what it says in the Book of Shadows." Prue countered, folding her arms in disapproval.

"Not so loud." Piper whispered, lightly elbowing Prue in the ribs.

"Prue, you never give anyone time to explain anything. If you're not going to listen then just shut up!" Phoebe returned harshly.

"Continue this conversation elsewhere." Piper ordered only to be ignored again.

Prue nodded but her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Yes, I wonder who I learned that from."

"Right, because everything's always my fault definitely not perfect Prue's!" Phoebe retorted.

At that moment the door to the kitchen once again opened as Andy pushed through looking for Prue. "Prue?" He called, his eyes focusing on her. Prue froze, looking around in confusion while Phoebe and Piper watched him approach. As he walked toward Prue he bumped into a worker carrying plates, causing him to fall and drop the plates.

"Watch it!" Piper shouted throwing her hands out. The plates froze just before hitting the ground as did everything else in the room. All three sisters were left staring wide-eyed at the situation. "Oh no, not again…" Piper muttered beginning to pace frantically

"Good job, Phoebe." Prue hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, so this is my fault too." Phoebe returned in disbelief.

Piper looked up at them in surprise. "You guys aren't frozen?" She asked in confusion.

"I guess it doesn't work on witches." Phoebe suggested with a shrug. "Piper, how long does it last?" Phoebe demanded turning to watch as Prue ran to the kitchen door.

"I don't know… not long." Piper answered, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself.

Prue opened the door to the kitchen and looked out to see everyone moving as normal. "Uh, doesn't work out here either." She added, quickly closing the kitchen door again.

Piper's eyes widened in fear and Phoebe looked around biting her lip uncertainly. "Oh! Tell me this isn't happening." Piper pleaded, leaning up against a counter in panic.

Outside the kitchen Darryl, walked in looking for Andy. He put his hands in his pockets revealing his police mark. Stefan noticed from where he sat and quickly got up and left.

"Calm down, it's okay, okay, it's all going to be okay." Phoebe was offering as assurance over and over to Piper trying to calm her down.

Prue looked out the kitchen door again to see a waitress pointing Darryl to the kitchen. Her eyes widened and she quickly backed back in. "Oh God, Andy's partner just came in and he's heading this way…" Prue added, her eyes widening.

"What are we going to do?" Piper asked, her voice a higher pitch from panic.

"Prue, stall him!" Phoebe hissed, running to get a menu to fan Piper with.

Prue ran out of the kitchen and intercepted Darryl. "Hey! Inspector Morris right?" Prue asked blocking him from entering the kitchen.

"That's right… Is Trudeau in there?" Morris inquired, pointing behind her.

"Uhhh… Andy? I don't know… is he?" Prue feigned ignorance trying to hold him back, but Morris just walked around her.

"Okay, breathe, Piper, breathe." Phoebe pleaded, frantically fanning Piper with a menu.

Darryl tried to push into the kitchen, but Prue desperately grabbed his arm. "Wait!" She called desperately, pulling him back as best she could.

He turned to glance back at Prue curiously just as everything in the kitchen unfroze. The plates hit the ground with a loud crash, causing Piper to jump and the kitchen returned to its normal bustle.

Andy looked around in confusion for Prue, not seeing her where he thought she had been. "I think we should… talk…" He trailed off, finally seeing her come up behind Darryl, looking flustered. "What are you doing here? I thought I had five minutes…" Andy asked pointing at Darryl.

Darryl smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I gave you ten." He explained, pointing at his watch. Andy glanced in confusion down at his and they compared watches.

Prue bit her lip and gave Piper and Phoebe a pleading glance. "You know… guys, we're really busy in here." Piper snapped in annoyance to the two cops.

Andy and Darryl both looked up over at her. "Yeah, sorry, Piper." Andy agreed turning to leave.

"I'll call you later, I promise." Prue added grabbing Darryl's arm and hurrying them toward the door. Andy nodded to Prue and waved to the other sisters.

"Bye." Phoebe called, trying to de-stress while Piper closed her eyes taking huge gulps of air.

"I hate being a witch." Piper hissed, turning away from her two sisters. Prue watched her in surprise and Phoebe flinched at the declaration.

The Halliwell Manor

Piper irritably threw open the door to the attic and collapsed into a chair, a few tears escaping from her eyes as she thought of what Pastor Williams had said. I sure wouldn't want to risk it….Exodus 22:18…. Put her to death. She's evil… evil… Did it still make her evil if she didn't ask for it? She looked up and saw the Book of Shadows resting on the pedestal where they usually left it. She silently stood up and grabbed it before sitting back down in the chair. Piper absent-mindedly flipped through the pages. She didn't know exactly why. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, but it was something to do. She didn't look up, even after hearing a soft knock on the door to the attic.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Phoebe asked gently, coming in to sit in a chair across from Piper.

"Reading… Thinking…" Piper whispered, focusing on the book. She didn't want to look up at Phoebe. She didn't know if she could hold herself together if she did. Piper had gotten fairly used to be the oldest sister in the house after Phoebe had left. She was grateful that Phoebe had come back, being the oldest sister was not an envious job, but she wasn't sure she could explain her feelings anymore.

"About what?" Phoebe prodded, her eyes never straying from her little sister.

Piper shrugged. "About how totally screwed we are now that we're witches." She answered shortly, carefully closing the book and sitting it down in her lap.

"Oh, that." Phoebe realized, making herself comfortable in the chair. She smiled faintly, gently prodding Piper to go on.

"I don't know… it's just, all our lives, we've been like everyone else. Rushing off to work, going out on bad dates, buying shoes… And suddenly, everything is different. We're witches now… I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." She finally admitted. Phoebe didn't immediately respond as Piper wasn't quite through explaining. "The documentary, it said witches were evil… Pastor Williams quoted Exodus 22:18…. It said the same thing. I know the book says that we're 'good' witches. I know you don't doubt it, but how do we know? What about Jeremy? What about all the warlocks he said would be coming after us? How do we know we're not just like them…?" Piper asked, looking up at Phoebe with pleading eyes.

Phoebe looked down at the ground for a moment in thought. "Is that why you're so afraid for Prue? Why you don't want her to use her powers?" She wondered softly.

"I don't know. I guess that's partially why. I don't want her to take the power to her head, but I don't think she would actually… She's actually pretty mature for a nineteen year old." Piper started with a shrug. "I just don't want her to get hurt. Not like Jeremy hurt me and I think she's the one most likely out of us to fall for it. Easiest to take advantage of so I thought that maybe if she just didn't use the powers than they wouldn't find her."

"And why you didn't mind so much that she was out with Andy all night." Phoebe guessed with a smirk.

Piper laughed a little and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." She agreed and then her smile faded as the doubts set back in.

"Piper, listen to me." Phoebe called, pulling her sister's attention back to her. "You are the sweetest most caring person I have ever met." Piper smiled but looked unconvinced. "No I mean that, you are. You're always there to help anybody, even strangers. You've been doing it your whole life. So there's no way you've been given this, this gift, if it wasn't to do good things with it. To protect the innocent, just like the Book of Shadows says."

Piper nodded, finding that she couldn't argue with her what her eldest sister said. "So, where's Prue? Did you two make up?" Piper asked curiously.

Phoebe sighed and looked away. "Not exactly. She called Stefan and he told her to meet him at his photography place. I'm going to go by later to get my picture taken." She answered and then shrugged innocently. "I'll apologize, I promise, but right now, I believe I have a shift to cover at Quake. I'll see you later."

"Good luck with the dinner shift." Piper laughed, waving as her eldest sister disappeared down the steps.

Stefan's Photography Place

Prue put her car in park and stepped out, fitting her camera around her neck in one hand while talking to Andy on the phone in the other. "No, I'm probably not going to be done until close to ten. I have to take some photographs with this guy, develop them, and then turn them in." Prue was trying to explain. "Do you work the night shift tonight?"

Andy was sprawled across the couch in his living room with his house phone against his shoulder as he flipped through his mail. "Yeah, I go back in at nine. I'm on break." He sighed, tossing his mail to the side.

"Can we make it tomorrow then?" Prue suggested, kicking the car door shut behind her and approaching the building. She vaguely thought that Stefan's studio looked a little creepy, but was sidetracked by her continued conversation with her boyfriend.

"Sure, I have a class tomorrow at five, but it ends around 6:30. So, seven?" Andy offered hopefully.

Prue quickly racked her brain for any planned events. "Perfect." She answered cheerfully, upon her mental search coming up negative.

Andy's smile widened. "Great. I'll pick you up." Andy decided. "So who are you meeting? And why? I mean, shouldn't it have been obvious whether they wanted to hire you or not? Why a test?" He wondered curiously.

"Uh, well, I kinda blew my interview so for them to even consider me I have to do this." Prue explained, knocking loudly on the door to gain Stefan's attention. "Have you heard of Stefan? He's a photographer that originated in New York…"

Andy shrugged despite Prue being unable to see him. "The name sounds familiar."

"Oh, well, him. He's in San Francisco for a few days, and I guess he knows Mr. Buckland since I was sent here." Prue replied, staring uncertainly at the large door. No one was answering. "Of course, I would sit this through if he would open the door." Prue added as an afterthought.

"Are you sure this is the right time?" Andy asked mildly.

Prue rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course." She snapped, knocking louder on the door.

Andy was silent as he listened to Prue mutter curses under her breath as still no one answered. After a moment he finally spoke again. "He might not be there yet."

"Really, Andy? I never would have guessed." Prue returned, the sarcasm evident in her voice. "Sorry." She apologized, turning away from the door and heading back to her car. She shrugged off the uneasy feeling that someone was watching her as she looked around at the darkening shadows. Prue looked up at the sky and noted the quickly setting sun. She tuned out Andy for the moment as she tried to open her car door. For several moments she struggled with it before it suddenly swung open. "Damn." She cursed, as it wrenched her already injured wrist from her fight with Roger.

"Prue? What happened? Are you okay?" Andy demanded upon hearing the pain in her voice.

Prue pulled her throbbing arm tight against her chest. "Yeah. Car door hit my wrist." She mumbled, her voice strained.

Andy frowned and looked at his clock. 8:25. "I'll come pick you up. You shouldn't drive if it's hurt again." He pointed out, already grabbing his keys. "What's the address?"

Prue opened her mouth to protest needing help, but instead a muffled scream came out as someone grabbed her from behind, placing a hand over her mouth. Her phone dropped to the ground and she tried to struggle from the grip around her. She slammed them against her car, but they held onto her wrist tightly, causing Prue to drop to the ground in pain. Prue could hear Andy's voice through her phone calling her name. She chanced a look up at her attacker and gasped softly… Stefan.

Stefan smiled triumphantly and pushed her all the way to the ground where he quickly tied her hands before she had time to react. He then reached around her and picked up her phone before clicking the 'end call' button. Stefan turned back to face his captive and approached Prue, only to be thrown back as she sent a blast of telekinesis at him.

Prue desperately struggled to her feet and tried to run, but Stefan quickly over took her clumsy effort at escape. Careful to keep her back against him so that she couldn't see him, Stefan half-carried and half-dragged her inside his studio.

Church

Outside the church Piper sat in her car, glancing every so often to the main entrance to the church. "I have nothing to be afraid of. I have nothing to be afraid. Nothing, nothing, nothing to be afraid of." She murmured to herself as she unbuckled her seat belt and pushed the door of the car open. She cautiously walked toward the door and wrapped her hand around the handle. She hesitated as if expecting to hear a clap of thunder, but all was silent. Piper closed her eyes tightly and pulled the large door open, almost losing her balance as it swung open easier than she had expected it would. Nothing happened and she looked toward the sky as she took several small steps toward the open entrance. She stepped one foot inside the door, testing its safety and jumped back as if she expected to be shocked. Again nothing happened so she took a step past the threshold, entering the church completely. Immediately she grinned and walked back out. "I'm good!" Piper shouted to the sky, throwing her hands up excitedly. She laughed at herself and started to walk back toward her car, a new skip in her step. As she reached the side walk an old woman approached her and Piper took her hand staring in disbelief. She had the tattoo of an angel… the same she had seen on Britney the night before. "Britney?" She whispered, watching the old woman closely.

"Do you know me? Is that my name?" Asked the old woman, appearing relieved.

Piper didn't immediately answer as she thought about the possibilities.

The Halliwell Manor

Phoebe carefully walked up the stairs with one hand outstretched to open the door and the other holding the phone to her ear. She had obviously tuned out the person on the other end of the phone as she worked on opening the door. Once she was inside she returned her attention to the phone conversation. "Sorry, Andy. I wasn't listening… What were you saying about Prue?" Phoebe wondered, slipping out of her jacket and hanging it up next to the door.

Andy was sitting in his car, looking rather frustrated at Phoebe's inattentiveness. "Phoebe, something happened to Prue. What was the address to that photographer's place?" He demanded irritably. Andy was speeding down the road to get to the station to manually look up the address if he didn't get it from Phoebe. He'd tried calling Darryl, but his partner hadn't answered.

"Damn it, Prue." Phoebe cursed and Andy thought she was frustrated at how Prue always seemed to get herself into trouble, while in reality Phoebe had just tripped over Prue's schoolbag that was next to the door. Again Phoebe hadn't heard what Andy had said. Instead of answering, she reached down to pick up the bag and move it out of the way when she was pulled into a premonition.

Prue struggling against Stefan's grip as he dragged her into his studio.

Phoebe's hand tightened on her phone before she suddenly remember Andy. "Andy, I'm gonna have to call you back." She replied.

"No, Phoebe, don't…" Andy heard Phoebe hang up and he was seriously tempted to throw his cell out the window of his car. "… hang up." He mumbled, resisting the urge and instead tossing it into the passenger seat and focusing on getting to the station as quick as possible.

"Piper!" Phoebe yelled loudly as she ran through the rooms, pulling open every door she saw (even the closets) in an attempt to find the middle sister. She spun around as she heard "What?" behind her, but instead of finding Piper, the old woman Piper had met at the church was there. Phoebe stared at her for several moments trying to decide why there was an old woman in their house. Her thoughts were interrupted by hearing steps coming from the kitchen.

"Phoebe, thank god, you're home!" Piper exclaimed, rushing toward her with a bowl of soup in her hands. Before Phoebe could say anything, Piper had turned to the old lady and passed her the bowl. "Here you go, Britney. Why don't you go sit at the table, okay?" She suggested, pointing Britney in the direction of the dining room.

Phoebe didn't really wait for an explanation on who 'Britney' was and instead took off in the direction of the kitchen. "Piper, where did I put Stefan's address?" She demanded, not slowing in the slightest.

Piper shrugged, glaring at Phoebe as she squeezed past the ambling Britney. Very rude. "Why?" Piper asked shortly.

"He's kidnapped Prue and I have to go kick his ass." Phoebe answered, nearly turning over the entire kitchen searching for the napkin from Quake that Stefan had written his address down on for Phoebe.

Piper didn't immediately respond as her mouth dropped and she paled visibly. "What?" She questioned, her voice strained.

"I had a premonition of Stefan kidnapping Prue and Andy was on the phone trying to tell me that something had happened to her. I think he'd been on the phone with her or something." Phoebe explained hastily. "Ah ha! She announced, pulling the napkin off the refrigerator. "We have to go now." Phoebe decided.

Without the two sisters noticing, Britney had slowly come into the kitchen behind them. Her eyes focused on the address written on the napkin that she could just see from where she was. "Javna…" She whispered with terror filled eyes.

Phoebe appeared confused but Piper's eyes widened in realization. "Oh my God!" Piper screamed, spinning around and dashing up the stairs.

"Piper? We have to go get Prue. What the hell are you doing?" Phoebe called after her, but with getting no response from her younger sister she dashed up the stairs also. "Piper?" Phoebe repeated as she found Piper in the attic, flipping frantically through the pages of the book.

"Stefan is Javna." Piper mumbled, breathing heavily from her run up the stairs. "Britney is Britney Reynolds… angel tattoo on hand… eternal youth… Hand of Fatima."

Phoebe really had no idea what Piper was mumbling about, but without another word Piper had scribbled something down and bolted down the steps, pulling Phoebe after her. "What are we doing?"

"We're gonna save Prue and read a spell to banish Stefan back to wherever the Hell he came from." Piper answered, grabbing her keys and coat next to the door.

Phoebe just nodded and grabbed her coat. "Right." She allowed, shutting the door behind her.

San Francisco Police Department

"Trudeau, perfect timing." Darryl commented as he stood up from behind his desk. He pointed toward the T.V. that was in front of him. "Video cameras from the ATM machine. The last victim was caught leaving with the photographer Stefan." Darryl explained.

Andy stopped suddenly and stared at the man on the T.V. "Do we have an address?" He demanded.

Darryl appeared a little taken aback by Andy's attitude. "Printing as of now." He answered, clicking something on his computer and the printer could be heard starting up.

Andy nodded and grabbed the paper as soon as the printer had let it go. "Let's go."

"Hold on, Trudeau. We have to wait on the warrant." Darryl reminded him with narrowed eyes.

"No, damn it. We have to go now! My girlfriend went there." Andy snapped, his hands clenching at his sides.

Darryl frowned but without another word grabbed his stuff together and motioned for Andy to lead the way out.

Stefan's Photography Studio

Prue vainly struggled to release her hands from the bonds that tied her to the table where all the previous victims of Javna had been. It probably wasn't one of her smarter ideas to try and jerk her hands out since her wrist was already hurt… broken now most likely but she did it anyway. She caught sight of movement to her left and she glared dangerously in that direction, trying to activate her power against him. "Let me go, Stefan." Prue hissed for no other reason than to be defiant.

"It's Javna." He corrected, stepping out of the shadows so that she could see him. No longer was he the handsome photographer, but quite an ugly demon. His eyes started to glow red and a beam of light shot toward her. Before it could hit her in the face, she narrowed her eyes and sent Javna back several steps. The beam hit her, but didn't seem to do anything by itself.

Prue turned her gaze to the ropes that bound her wrist and used her power to untie the knots before manually trying to untie her ankles. However, Javna had already recovered and was quickly advancing. His eyes glowed and Prue screamed as the beam of red light hit her in the face and paralyzed her.

~PO3~

Piper and Phoebe pulled up next to Prue's car and practically jumped out as soon as Piper put the car in park. "Do you know where he has her?" Piper asked, spinning in circles trying to see any sign of Prue.

"He was dragging her inside." Phoebe answered, already heading for the door. She hesitated when Piper grabbed her arm.

"Maybe we should call the police." Piper suggested nervously but Phoebe was already shaking her head before Piper had even finished.

"I'm sure Andy is on his way by now. We need to end this before they get here. Besides, we're the only ones that can stop Javna." Phoebe argued.

Piper still didn't appear convinced. "But we need Prue to do it. The incantation only works with the three of us." She countered, trailing off as she heard Prue's scream from inside the building. Without another word, Piper had passed Phoebe and was first inside the building with Phoebe right behind her.

~PO3~

Piper and Phoebe couldn't have made more noise coming in the building had they wanted to. They froze as they saw the red beams hitting their youngest sister, both quickly looked livid at the scene.

"Hey, get away from my sister!" Phoebe yelled, marching up toward Javna.

Javna was distracted by the two newest arrivals and the beams stopped as he turned his attention to Phoebe and Piper, most particularly Phoebe who was closing the distance between them quickly.

Piper dashed toward Prue and finished undoing the ties that still restrained Prue. She pulled her little sister to her feet and they turned to find Phoebe frozen by the red beams that hit her in the face. Prue squinted and Javna fell to the ground and released Phoebe. He started to stand up but Phoebe was ready this time and punched him hard in the face as he began to recover, effectively knocking him back down again. Piper pulled Prue over to Phoebe and pulled out the paper that had the incantation on it.

"Okay, let's do this." Phoebe ordered, starting off the spell with Prue and Piper following.

"Evil eyes look unto thee

Maybe they soon extinguished be

Bend thy will to the Power of Three

Eye of Earth

Evil and Accursed"

Javna tried to sit back up and reach out toward them. "Can't stop me. I will live forever!"

Phoebe held her hand out and it began to glow a bright white light that hit Javna in the chest and forced him back. They chanted one last time and Javna fell back and disintegrated in front of them. All three sisters stared in stunned silence for several moments as the light disappeared from Phoebe's hand. "Very cool." Phoebe decided, looking down at her hand with a half-smile.

The resulting silence was broken by Prue bolting forward. "My camera!" She screeched, picking up the black device that was on the floor. Prue immediately began fiddling with it in an attempt to try and make it work again.

The Halliwell Manor

Senile Britney was asleep on the couch when she suddenly de-aged. She woke up and looked confused about why she was in the Manor and what she was wearing, but otherwise, was back to normal.

Stefan's Photography Studio

Piper had to practically pull an upset Prue out of the studio. She was nervously laughing because only Prue would be more concerned about her camera than the fact her wrist was broken and she'd been attacked by a youth-stealing demon. Phoebe was next to them, her gaze fixed on the entrance where she could see the flashing lights of officers. From the increasing rise of the sirens, they were approaching quickly. There was no getting away at this point and so the sisters huddled together. Prue had now quit fiddling with the camera and was apparently just beginning to notice the throbbing in her wrist. The cops stopped and several officers stepped out. Andy was, of course, the first one out and he headed for Prue immediately while the others surrounded the building.

"Prue?" Andy called, pushing past Piper and Phoebe to pull the youngest Halliwell into a relieved bear hug. "What happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He demanded, ignoring the amused looks that Phoebe and Piper were sending him.

"Oh, she's real traumatized, Andy." Phoebe replied, forcing her tone of voice to sound serious. She almost smiled at the horrified look on Andy's face. "He broke her camera." She continued as if that explained everything.

Prue sent Phoebe a good-natured glare at the tease before actually answering her now-really-confused boyfriend. "I'm fine Andy really." Prue promised.

Andy studied her for several moments, not completely convinced. Especially since Prue was obviously favoring her wrist, but he let it drop for now. "What are you two doing here?" Andy questioned curiously, glancing toward Phoebe and Piper.

"Well, after you called, we decided to come and get Prue away from creeper guy." Phoebe shrugged nonchalantly.

"Do you guys have any idea how lucky you are? This guy is the stalker. You should have waited for the police." Andy scolded.

Piper glanced around worriedly. "We'll take you up on that next time." Piper assured him just before Darryl came up behind Andy and got his attention. Andy reluctantly pulled away from Prue and gave Darryl a nod of acknowledgement.

"There's no sign of him inside, but his car's still here so he might still be around." Darryl filled him in professionally before glancing over the three sisters, his gaze lingering on Prue for a moment longer out of curiosity. "Stay with them." He ordered and walked off to continue giving some orders to other officers.

"Andy, when can we leave? We need to take Prue to the hospital and get her wrist looked at." Phoebe explained.

Prue frowned at the word 'hospital' and looked a little disgusted… She hated hospitals and she'd already been there once in the past two weeks. "Do we have to go to the hospital? I'm sure it's fine." She pleaded unconvincingly.

Andy smiled faintly at her characteristic aversion to hospitals. "It's okay to leave now." He allowed.

Phoebe nodded and headed for the car with Piper right behind. "Hurry up, Prue." Phoebe added over her shoulder.

"Call me?" Prue asked hopefully, turning bright blue eyes to Andy's.

"Tomorrow." Andy promised with the slightest of nods. "You call me after you see the doctors. Let me know." She nodded a little reluctantly, still not thrilled about having to go to the hospital. Andy smiled, gave her a quick kiss and released her to her sisters. He watched her leave before going to find Darryl.

Prue turned at the last minute to see Andy heading back to the group of officers. She smiled, pulled her camera up, and clicked the button. She smiled wider when it flashed. "It still works!" Prue squealed happily as she skipped the rest of the way to the car and squeezed in the car with Phoebe and Piper.

The Magazine Studio

Prue bolted from the car and raced through the entrance of the studio. It was much less crowded at this time (11:45) and didn't take long for the elevator to let her out on the twelfth floor. She'd pushed the doctors to diagnose her wrist super quickly so she'd have time to develop her picture and make it back to the studio. Prue was hoping that either Mr. Buckland wouldn't notice that she hadn't actually taken pictures with Stefan or learned anything from him or that he just wouldn't care once he saw her picture. She was quite proud of it and she figured it was better than not trying at all.

Rex scrutinized her closely when Prue stepped in, her face slightly flushed from the run. He stood up and politely shook hands with her. "Let's see what you have then." He reached out and took the photo from her.

She let it go and stepped back nervously as Rex turned his scrutinizing gaze on it. He recognized it as being outside Stefan's studio though Prue probably hadn't counted on that. The police were grouped together and the multi-colored lights of San Francisco could be seen in the background. He had to admit that it looked as if it had been taken from a movie. Of course he wasn't particularly interested in the picture; he was going to hire her anyways. No, he was more interested in the story that the picture was telling. He nodded and motioned for Prue to follow him. "How did you like working with Stefan?" He asked, keeping up pretenses.

Prue smiled slightly and searched for words. "It was an interesting experience." She allowed cryptically.

Rex regarded her with continued interest as he led her through the building. "Watch your step." He offered, motioning toward the ladders and paints that took up a lot of this room. Rex stopped outside another office and knocked before entering. "Prue Halliwell, this is Hannah Webster. She'll be giving you the assignments that are wanted for each month's magazine." Rex explained, pointing toward the red-haired woman.

"Wait, what?" Prue questioned in confusion. She blushed slightly as two pairs of eyes flickered back to her.

"You're hired as the magazine's photojournalist." Rex answered simply.

Prue's face broke into a wide smile. "Are you serious?"

"Can you start Monday?" Rex countered.

"Uh, yeah. Of course." Prue agreed immediately.

Rex nodded. "Terrific. As I said, you'll report to Hannah. She'll give you whatever needs to be done at the beginning of each month and you have three weeks to turn them all in at your leisure. Understand?"

Prue nodded enthusiastically and took the moment to shake hands with Hannah. "We can work out your schedule and other details Monday. See you Monday." Hannah dismissed rather shortly and she appeared none-too-pleased at having to shake hands with Prue.

Prue was undeterred by the animosity, too excited about getting the job to worry about that stuff. "Thanks, bye." Prue replied, leaving them in the office. As soon as she'd made it out of their sight, she practically skipped the rest of the way out the door.

Hannah and Rex watched her leave and were silent for several moments before Rex spoke. "What do you think?" He wondered curiously.

"Either she's the luckiest woman alive to escape Javna or she's a witch." Hannah answered thoughtfully.

Rex nodded in agreement. "My thoughts exactly. Keep an eye on her."

Quake

The next morning, the three Halliwell sisters took the time out of their schedules to meet at Quake. Phoebe was the last to arrive and made her way to sit down next to Piper at the bar, looking extremely pleased with herself. She hesitated as she recognized one of the women at the bar as one of Stefan's victims. "Hi, how are you?" Phoebe asked, sounding very concerned. The woman gave her a curious glance and shrugged before looking away. Realizing the woman didn't remember her, Phoebe continued on her way and slipped into the seat next to Piper.

"Do you know that girl?" Piper asked curiously, glancing around Phoebe to get a better look at the woman.

"She was one of Stefan's victims. Obviously doesn't remember anything." Phoebe answered softly.

Prue narrowed her eyes at the conversation. "Can we refrain from talking about him? I'm trying to block that from my memory." She mumbled dropping her head into her hands.

Phoebe smiled faintly and exchanged a look of amusement with Piper. "I've decided we're going to have to be more careful about who we meet… and who we let Prue meet."

Piper nodded in silent agreement and Prue finally lifted her head with a loud sigh. "So Pheebs, what were you smiling about?" Piper wondered eagerly.

"I won the lottery." Phoebe answered with a grin. Piper frowned while Prue tilted her head to the side, prompting an elaboration. "The old couple did not lose their house and don't worry, I'd given the lottery ticket to the Salvation Army. I thought they might be able to find some use for the money." Phoebe suddenly grinned all the more. "You should have seen their face when I gave it to them… I'm sure they thought I was crazy. Wish I could see them now that they've won." She continued a little wistfully.

Piper smiled and nodded approvingly while Prue slid out of her seat to move over beside Phoebe. "So… I'm sorry I yelled at you about the Armani dress." Prue mumbled, glancing a little nervously in Piper's direction. No doubt Piper had prompted Prue into the apology but that didn't mean she wasn't sincere.

Phoebe shrugged it off. "One of my boyfriends from New York bought it for me and I refused to give it back when we broke up. It's no big deal." She answered the silent question that she knew they really wanted to know. "Actually, I was thinking that you should wear it on one of your dates with Andy." She added thoughtfully.

Prue grinned at the offer, recognizing it as a Phoebe apology. Piper appeared satisfied and reached for her drink. "A toast to the Power of Three, whether we like it or not." She toasted. Prue and Phoebe both reached out for their drinks and the resounding clank brought wide smiles to each of the sisters.