I have no idea what to say here. I have moved so many times; switched jobs, and had lost interest in writing. Now that things have calmed down for me, and I actually got to meet Piper at a Comicon and got my roommate to watch Charmed. So it has started to inspire me; hopefully I can actually be more productive with this and other works. And I have also realized that I never really described what Patrick looked like. I am going to use the face claim of Taron Egerton (Eggsy from The Kingsman movie). Ok I'm done rambling; hope if anyone reads this that they enjoy this chapter!

The Halliwell manor had finally fallen into silence; the siblings hadn't really said much after their very Warlock vanquish. The youngest Halliwell looked around the attic where the Warlock had once stood. Even though this was a foreign feeling to Patrick, he actually felt like him and his sisters did something good. They had gotten justice for all the witches that he had murdered. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He wasn't sure if his sisters would feel that way. Patrick's thoughts went towards his sisters and how they might feel. Prue wouldn't like it, but finding that they were witches was something she probably never wanted, but in all of the years he had known his sister, she never shied away from responsibility.

Piper on the other hand was not going to like this. He wondered if all of the years of having to break up arguments between him and Prue over the years had taken a toll. To make things worse, she had given up on her dreams to become a chef when Grams had gotten really sick. Working at a bank to help with the hospital bills really had made her stressed. Patrick hadn't made that much easier on his Grams and sisters with his rebellious attitude and refusing to apply himself at school had really stressed his family out.

He walked over to the Book of Shadows and found that his hand was on top of the tome. For some reason, Patrick felt that Grams had spent a lot of time up in the attic, doing the same things him and his sisters were about to be doing. "I'm not going to be a disappointment to you anymore Grams," he promised quietly.

Patrick finally convinced himself to come out of the attic, and approached his sisters. He was surprised to be embraced by both of them. Nothing brings a family closer together than sharing a near death experience right? He squeezed them both tightly, and felt Prue pull away slightly. "We should get some sleep," she said. "I've got a job hunt to do, and Piper you don't want to miss out on your first day do you?" she was acting relatively normal, and he wasn't going to question it. He knew that he had to look for a job too. There was no way he was going to continue to not be able to support himself; he needed to be able to contribute to the household as well.

"Sounds good," Patrick replied.

"We'll talk more tomorrow about….this thing," Prue promised.

Piper frowned lightly at that note, but there she was too tired to fight her siblings on it. They each retired to their own rooms. Surprisingly the Halliwells actually slept through the rest of the night and was able to wake up feeling normal.

Despite not having a job, Prue was the first one awake. She put the coffee on, and started to head outside to grab the paper. She had to look for jobs, and part of her was hoping that her little brother was going to start looking for a job as well. The blue eyed witch felt herself pushing that nagging behavior down; what was left of her family had gotten back together. They didn't need to fight right now; especially with this so called destiny things hanging over their heads. She shook her head, and opened the front door to the manor. "Hi Kitty," she said, as she passed the white Siamese cat that had been hanging out in front of their house sporadically for years. As she walked down the steps to get to the paper on the bottom, a car pulled out. To her surprise, Inspector Andy Trudeau came out of the car carrying a cup of To-Go coffee. "Andy hi," she said, tucking a strand of her black hair behind her ears.

"Good morning Prue," he said, shooting her a smile.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, as she grasped a hold of the paper.

"Felt bad that we didn't get a chance to catch up, or even try to buy you a bad cup of coffee at the hospital,"

"So you brought me a good one?" she asked, smirking lightly.

"Naw, this is for me," he chuckled. "I actually wanted to come over to ask you out to dinner, unless you're afraid," he challenged, his sun glasses sliding slightly down his nose.

Prue had to resist the urge to chuckle, a Halliwell hardly ever ran away from a challenge. "Afraid?" she pressed.

"You know having a good time...rekindling the old flame,"

"You're right better not risk it," Prue responded, suddenly feeling self conscious. If the past couple days hadn't happened, she would have said yes in a heartbeat to going out with Andy. But now she was apparently one third of the most powerful witches ever predicted and a destiny to fight evil. Who was she to drag someone else into that? Were they even allowed to date?

"So...Friday night?" he asked. After a moment of silence, he added, "You're hesitating,"

"I am but...it's not what you think," Prue admitted, a light frown gracing her features. "My life has gotten a bit complicated," she paused for a moment, "Can I call you?"

Andy took that as a good sign, and pulled out his card and had his cell number written on it. "Take care Prue,"

"Bye Andy," she said, and she turned around to find Piper and Patrick approaching her.

"I told you I heard someone talking with Prue," Patrick said teasingly. He had grabbed the cat outside, and felt her purring against his chest. He looked over at Andy's retreating form and car. "It's Andy,"

Piper remembered how big of high school sweethearts they were, "What did he want?" the middle Halliwell questioned.

"He asked me out," Prue said.

"And?" Piper asked.

"I turned him down," Prue sighed, "I wanted to say yes, but are witches even allowed to date?"

"Yeah and they usually get the best guys," Patrick teased. "Maybe you'll find yourself a Darren Stephens,"

"You know when you two start dating mortals, you won't find it so amusing," she glanced backwards seeing Andy was no longer there. "Believe me, everything is going to be different now"

"At least our lives won't be boring," Patrick said, as they headed up the stairs.

"Won't ever be the same," Prue lamented, as she brought the newspaper to her chest.

"Why is this a bad thing?" the youngest Halliwell questioned. "Grams always used to tell us that we were destined for something bigger. This has to be it," he exclaimed.

"This could be just a big problem," Prue pointed out.

"Prue's right...what are we going to do?" Piper asked.

"Fight evil!" he said, "Just like the old shows we used to watch," he chuckled.

"We are going to be smart about this," Prue corrected; she knew he was joking, but might as well set a precedent now. "And we are going to stick together," For the first time since Grams had died, even though they were witches now, they felt complete and whole.

Prue had planned on scouring the classifieds and calling in favors with all of her friends to find a job. There was now way she was going to lose the house; and she was not ever going back to the museum either; not if Roger was there. She let out a sigh, and set the paper on the table before grabbing a cup of coffee. As she sipped her coffee, she was happy to see Patrick pulling out the classifieds. She raised an eyebrow at him, "What?" he questioned.

"Nothing," Prue said.

"Well the whole household can't be unemployed," Patrick said, glad that she didn't say anything about him being unemployed. "And since I can't be a paid fortune teller, gotta do something else," Once again the eldest Halliwell found herself surprised. The youngest Halliwell a couple years ago with this power probably would have abused it. "What?" he asked.

She shook her head, "Don't take too long with those," she said. "Got to find something too,"

"Glad you were able to stick it to Roger," Patrick said as he sat down at the table. "He was an ass," For the first time since Prue had called off her wedding, she actually didn't feel any wrath hearing her brother talk about Roger. After Pat had moved to New York, she had noticed a lot of things that he had accused her ex about coming to light. She had chosen to ignore the obvious, but seeing all the shady things that he had done, she knew that she owed him an apology.

"Yeah no kidding," Prue said to him. She decided to get a hold of anyone from her old job knew any openings anywhere else.

"You guys hungry?" Piper asked. "Got enough time before I have to go to wor-," before Piper could finish the statement, the house phone started ringing. Piper glanced at the clock and wondered who could be calling in this hour. "Hello?" she answered.

"Is this Piper?" she heard a familiar sounding voice on the line.

"This is she," she said.

"We need you at Quake immediately," Piper finally recognized that it was one of the hostesses, before Piper could get another word in inch wise, the line went dead. Piper clicked the phone off and headed back into the kitchen.

"Who was it?" Patrick asked, glancing up from the paper.

"Quake," Piper said. "Looks like you two are on your own for breakfast," Piper quickly went to her room to change and headed out the door.

"Wonder what happened," Pat said. He kept glancing at the paper, and found there wasn't much available. At this point he wondered if he should just apply at Quake with Piper. He had a lot of bar-tending experience from working odd jobs while he was living in New York.

"No clue," Prue said. "But I think I'm gonna go do lunch with one of my old college friends," she put her coffee cup into the sink. "She thinks she could get me a spot somewhere,"

Patrick couldn't believe that she had already found something. Granted his sister hardly ever didn't have back up plans. "That's awesome," he said weakly. "Good luck,"

"You'll find something," Prue promised him, and then went out and ruffled his short hair.

"God," he groused, "I'm twenty-three now Prue!" he complained as she walked away. "Alright," he murmured to himself. He had written down a few places that were close to the manor; who knows, he could find something too.

Meanwhile, Piper had arrived to chaos at the restaurant she had just gotten a job at. Her brown eyes widened. Seemed like half of the staff either wasn't there. "What's going on?"

"Chef Moore quit," one of them said simply. "And apparently left you in charge while he opens another restaurant," Piper's eyes widened.

"That French wanna be did what?" she questioned. "I'm not a manager-,"

"Well we got to figure it out together otherwise this place will fall apart," Piper let out a sigh, and then tied up her hair.

"Fine," she said, "let's get it started,"

I hope this chapter was ok. If it wasn't, I don't care! Just glad I'm writing it again.