A/N: Wow, I'm amazed at all of the reviews and favorites this is getting! I know the fan reaction to the idea of a Charmed reboot was pretty negative, so I wasn't expecting a fic with a similar premise to be well received. Thanks so much!

Chapter Two

"Is everyone okay?" Prue asked when the tremors stopped.

"Yeah, we're fine," Paige answered.

"Ugh, I did not miss earthquakes in New York," Phoebe commented.

"Oh no..." Piper said, noticing that one of the flower vases had tipped over.

"Piper, you can fix it later," Prue reminded her as the pallbearers stepped up and began closing the casket.

Piper nodded and rejoined her sisters, preparing to lead their grandmother to her final resting place. She placed a hand on the now-closed casket as she passed by. "Sorry I didn't get you any orchids, Grams."


"I hate to leave again so quickly, but I have to get back to work," Phoebe said as they walked away from the grave. "My manager only gave me half the day off."

"Really, for a funeral?" Paige asked.

"I know. But in his defense, I haven't been working there very long. He probably doesn't want me to get in the habit of coming and going as I please."

"Speaking of, apparently that client I've been trying to pin down for weeks has picked today of all days to show up in my office, so I gotta run, too," Prue said, putting her phone up to her ear.

"It was nice to see you," Phoebe attempted.

Prue however had already switched into work mode. "Yeah, Roger, I'll be there in 15 minutes..." she said as she walked away.

"Wait, Roger didn't come?" Phoebe realized.

Paige shrugged. "Well, you know he's never been a family man."

"And Prue wants to start one with him?" Phoebe asked incredulously.

"I don't really think Prue wants kids, Pheebs," Piper said. "And maybe he'll come around. Once he gets past some of the experiences he's had with this family..."

"Oh come on, not this again!" Phoebe protested. "All I did was say a few suggestive things, you know I didn't touch him. He's so... blech," she said, sticking her tongue out. "I only did it because I'd let my demons take over."

Piper smiled. "I know, Phoebe, and I'm so happy to hear that you're dealing with them." She pulled her sister into a hug. "I'm glad I got to see you, and even though I don't know what your phone number is now, the one for Grams's house hasn't changed, so you can call anytime, okay?"

"Okay, Piper," Phoebe answered. "Thanks." She turned to hug Paige too. "I gotta go. I'll see you guys later."

"Bye, sis," Paige waved as she walked away.

"Anytime for the next few weeks anyway," Piper added as an afterthought. Paige looked at her strangely. "I know Grams left the house to all of us, but there's no way we're gonna keep it."

Paige frowned. "Aw, boo. I love the house."

"I do too," Piper agreed. "But it's not like Grams could really keep up with it, and I was too busy keeping up with her to do anything either. It's falling apart." Paige nodded. "Plus, the only one of us who could even maybe afford to fix it up is Prue, and she's got her fancy penthouse with Roger, and her fancy wedding coming up..."

"Am I sensing some resentment here?" Paige asked.

Piper sighed. "It's just... I know she deserves freedom more than any of us, I know she gave up her childhood when Mom died... but sometimes I think Phoebe isn't the only one turning her back on this family," she admitted. "I barely know who she is anymore. And she didn't ask either of us to be her bridesmaids."

"Gee, I go off to college and this family falls apart," Paige joked.

Piper laughed. "Well, it was bound to happen at some point," she realized. "Our father abandoning us and our mom and stepdad dying doesn't really scream 'family togetherness.'"

They'd reached the parking lot, and slowly meandered towards Piper's car. "So, are you a slave to the grindstone too?" Paige asked.

"Not that grindstone," Piper answered. "I took a leave of absence from work when Grams got close to the end."

"That's nice."

"It would be, if I could enjoy it."

"Well, why can't you?"

"I have to clean out the house. We can't sell it if it's full of Grams's stuff."

"You're starting that today? Why don't you wait for..."

"For Prue to interrupt her life again and for Phoebe to materialize out of nowhere?" Piper asked. "I think we both know who's the most reliable in that equation."

Paige sighed. "But that's not fair to you, you've already run yourself ragged taking care of Grams..."

"It's not fair, but it's how it is."

Paige crossed her arms. "No," she said. "Y'know what? I changed my mind, don't drive me to the train station. Drive me home. I'm helping you."

"Paige, you have finals to worry about..."

Paige waived her hand, dismissing her sister's concerns. "College is the land of extended deadlines, Piper," she said. "And what better reason for an extension than bereavement?"

Piper smiled. "Thanks, Paige."


"Where have you been?" Roger admonished Prue as she rushed out of the elevator.

"Uh, hello, Grams's funeral," Prue answered as they sped down the hallway.

"That should have been done an hour ago!" Roger continued. "I've been stalling Lily Graham from leaving your office for the better part of what was supposed to be my lunch hour, and believe me, she is not a patient woman."

"I know, Roger, I'm sorry. Things just got kind of held up, with that earthquake..."

"Earthquake?"

"Yeah, you didn't feel it?"

"Not a thing."

"Weird, it was a pretty big one," Prue commented. "Anyway, there was that, and then the little unexpected issue of Phoebe showing up..."

"Phoebe?"

"Yeah, she's back," Prue said as they approached her office door. "I got it from here, Roger. We'll talk later, okay?"

Roger stood with a grin on his face long after Prue had gone.

A/N: I've always been very puzzled by Prue's relationship with Roger, so I decided to change things up a bit and have them still be together here. (Though it might not exactly be a happy relationship...) And gabyhyatt this should answer your question about Paige... yes, she still is Sam's daughter. My idea here is that the girls thought of him as their stepfather, without realizing that he was their whitelighter, too, and then they believed that both he and Patty died in an accident. More to come soon!