AN: For those of you who are following this story, just a heads up that I combined some chapters. It's still the same material so you don't have to reread it unless you want to. I just like them better this way.

Chapter 3

Everyone stares in shock at the demon after his admission. None of them seemingly able to wrap their heads around it. The eldest sister is the first to speak after the long silence.

"Why would she want to destroy us?"

The way Prue says those words, is nearly heartbreaking. Trying to help her big sister, Phoebe suggests,

"Maybe it isn't her, Prue."

"Oh no! She isn't a bad witch, is she?"

"Paige! Not helping!" Piper admonishes their youngest sister.

"It is a reasonable question though Piper."

Patty says as she steps in to mediate things.

"Before we start speculating any further, how about we try to figure out if it is her first?"

Trying to be a little more helpful this time, Paige asks, "Well, how can we do that?"

Turning to the demon, Patty asks, "Okay, you said her name is Patty right?"

Even though she is in serious mode, a little twinkle is still noticeable in her eyes over the fact that her first grandchild is named after her.

"Yeah, Patty, Patience, Pat. Those are all the names us demons know her by."

"Well at least we have another 'P' name," Grams says with almost the same twinkle in her eyes that was seen in Patty's.

"Yeah, it's good they actually did what I asked," Prue says finally able to follow the conversation instead of pondering the fact that her daughter apparently wants to destroy them. 'I wonder if they gave her the locket as well.'

At the curious looks she was getting, Prue is pulled from her thoughts and jumps into an explanation.

"Um, well when she was born, and I gave her away, I asked for them to give her a 'P' name," she ends her short explanation with a wistful smile on her face.

After giving everyone a short moment to bask in their thoughts of the missing Halliwell, Grams turns the conversation back to the demon to get more of the information they need.

"You also said she had brown hair. Is that correct?"

"Yes, and actually I have heard other demons comparing her looks to the two oldest Charmed Ones," trying to clarify for the witches, he added, "which would be you, Prue and Piper."

Ignoring her sister's beaming grins for the moment, Phoebe continued with the questions.

"What else can you tell us about her?"

"Not much else I'm afraid. Just her name, a general description, and that she is..." he glances around at everyone, like he isn't sure if he should continue, but at the prompting nods from Piper and Patty, he finishes with, "...working with a demon."

Expecting a huge outburst, the witches did not disappoint.

Except for the occasional "What!?" or "Why!?" from the group, and being one of the only calm ones in the group, Leo couldn't make out anything. So, he let out a loud whistle with his fingers to end the shouts.

"Look, everyone. We need to stop flipping out, there will be plenty of time for that later."

"Do you know who this demon is that she is working with?" Paige asks.

The demon responds with, "No, I'm sorry, that's all I know about her and the demon."

Clapping her hands together, Grams begins to take charge like always.

"Okay, well then. Leo you take the demon back to wherever he was."

Leo orbs away after giving his wife a kiss.

"Piper, Phoebe, I need you two to try to get the records on this child. The power to freeze will probably come in handy. Prue, Paige, you two are going to stay here with me and Patty."

The sisters all glance at each other. Even though this is the first time all four have been together, they seem to be able to communicate through glances like they have been together the whole time.

Through those glances they come to the realization that Grams is trying to give the two sisters, who never got a chance to be sisters, some time alone.

Deciding they were okay with that, Phoebe asks a question that the others seem to have been thinking as well.

"Why don't we just use the spell to call a lost witch?"

"Although it is hard to think about, we don't know this girl and she could be dark." Grams sees Prue looking upset and places a hand on her shoulder. "Like I said it's hard to think about, I know. I think we should try to find her the mortal way first and use that spell as a last resort."

And with that, they all part to handle their tasks.


6 Years Ago...

'Why didn't I run earlier?' Emily thinks sitting on the floor of a bathroom with her back to the door.

She hears the stomping feet ascending the stairs.

'Always running and hiding! I'm sick of it.' She thinks with a defeated look on her face. 'Why does my life have to be like this?'

BANGBANGBANG

"Open the door, Emma!"

The words are slurred, but loud enough to make them out through the door.

'God, he still can't even get my name right' Emily sighs.

She has been in this particular foster home for three months now. The dad likes to get drunk and pick on her and the other kid, while the mom works two jobs. Every once in a while he gets angered by something, trivial most times, and decides smacking them around is a good idea.

Tonight was the night they had planned to run away. Emily had done it enough times when things got too bad at a home to know the plan. They packed everything they owned, which wasn't much, and were heading out the back door after they checked to make sure the dad was passed out. They were almost out of the yard when Em thought of something she forgot in their room.

Instead of risking them both, Emily made sure they other kid left, after a hug bye, and then made her way back to the house.

Knowing she had to hurry, before the dad woke, she got in the house, up the stairs, and into the room she had been staying in. Grabbing the locket on the desk, she glanced at the P. Warren etched into it and held it to her chest. After closing her eyes and releasing a relieved breath, Emily headed back out the bedroom door.

She had made it down the stairs and was passing the doorway of the room where the dad was passed out when a hand grabbed her shirt from behind. If she had glanced into the room, she would have noticed a particular lump missing from the couch. It was too late now and the dad, still drunk, had caught her.

Getting out of his grip was easy enough with him still being drunk, but he was blocking all other exits. With her only options now being to survive this encounter, she dashed up the stairs and into the bathroom.