Darryl Morris pulled up next to the Halliwell Manor. He looked at the house with looming anxiety in the pit of his stomach. What would it be this time? It was less than a year ago when he learned the truth about the Halliwell sisters. It was still hard to believe and he was still surprised every day when he found out new information on the supernatural world.

Piper claimed there was nothing wrong, but why did she ask about Andy? Piper was the most reasonable out of the sisters and would never speak lightly of the dead unless there was a good reason.

None of this made sense, but with the sisters, usually that was the norm.

Before getting out of his patrol car, he double checked his firearms. They were fully loaded, not that that would do any good against most demons. Darryl climbed out of his car and slammed the door shut. He slowly dragged his feet up the sidewalk.

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door flew open. Victor Bennett was on the other side and seemed surprised to see Darryl.

"Victor, did the girls call you, too?" Darryl stepped aside, allowing him to pass.

"Yes, but they are being really secretive and told me I can't leave the first floor until you arrived. I was going to get some air, but now that you're here, let's go see what they want."


Unaware that their guests had arrived, Paige Mathews was having a panic attack. She paced back and forth in front of her mirror in her new bedroom. Her biggest fear was that the eldest Halliwell wouldn't accept her into the family.

"What if she hates me? What if she thinks I'm hideous?"

"Hideous? Seriously Paige? There is no way she is going to hate you and why would she think you're anything but gorgeous? Just like all Halliwell's." Phoebe came up behind her little sister and gave her a hug from behind. "Stop fretting. If she notices how stressed you are, it will just make adjusting more hard for her."

"But I'm a Matthews," Paige replied lamely.

"Matthews on paper, but Halliwell in blood. Now come on. Where is the Paige I know?" Phoebe pulled away from her and flopped down on the bed. "Leo said they probably won't wake up for another day or so. Although, he is only guessing. Stop worrying so much, please because it is making me stress. Empath over here!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Paige took a deep breath, squared her shoulders. She shut her eyes and counted to ten. Phoebe was right, she was being a little silly.

The sound of a crashing vase downstairs got the girls attention. Phoebe and Paige went to check it out. Phoebe hoped it was not demon related.

Dad probably knocked it over... that's all.


"Are you sure you're okay?" Leo put his hand back on Piper's forehead, but he could still sense no illness in her, but her forehead was warm, too warm. Why wouldn't his powers work on her? Piper was stressed, and he supposed she might be causing herself to become sick.

"I'm fine. Really Leo, stop worrying. We're all going a little crazy for obvious reasons. It's nothing more than that."

"But the headache is back and I can't cure it, plus you feel like you have a fever. I don't understand. This has never happened before."

"I said I was fine. Let's talk about something else. What did the Elders say about Aviva?" Piper's brown hair fell across her face as she laid down on her side on her bed. Her head did hurt, and she felt dizzy, so she probably did have a fever; it did trouble her that Leo couldn't heal her.

"Oh right. She's legit. The Elders have been watching her and she's done nothing to worry them. She's good. She has a shaky past as we know, but the Elders have decided to give her a second chance and go as far as giving her a Whitelighter to train her properly. They said not to push her away because we need more on our side."

"But she can make fireballs and that has always been an evil power."

"They said she is a Firestarter. They can do fire magic if they have enough control over the power. Aviva is still very much a novice when it comes to most things, but she has impressive control over her fire, which might be from Kali's influence. A good witch being a Firestarter is rare, but she's not evil, Piper."

"That's great, especially for Phoebe. She needs friends, anything to distract herself from Cole and her almost demon child."

Leo ran his fingers through Piper's hair. If his powers couldn't help her, maybe he could help her the old fashioned way. "Enough talk. Just shut your eyes and relax." He gently moved his fingers, massaging her temples and the back of her head near her neck. Piper murmured in approval, snuggling closer to her husband.

The crashing vase did nothing to help her relax.

Piper groaned, sitting up. "So much for relaxing."


The three sisters and Leo met at the top of the staircase and hurried down, only to find a sheepish looking Darryl and Victor, a broken vase at their feet.

"Okay, who broke it?" Piper asked, feeling a little irritated. Really Piper? Get a grip! It was just an accident. She shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I have a killer migraine and it's giving me mood swings." Leo glanced at her and frowned, because she had said she was fine before.

Leo bent down and gathered the broken pieces and used his power to make it whole again. It was a power Leo had to use often to fix the damage caused by fighting evil and one of the reasons he was so good at passing for a handyman. His power could repair most inanimate objects, along with healing humans.

Darryl watched him in fascination.

"You okay Piper?" Victor walked around Leo and went to her side. "Why can't Leo heal it?"

"Isn't that the question of the day!" Piper put a hand over her mouth. She flushed. "I didn't mean to snap. This is caused by stress. Leo can't heal what is linked to the mind."

Phoebe grasped Darryl's forearm. "Come on, let's go into the living room where we can talk."

"This is going to be hard to accept, so do not say anything until we finish." Phoebe walked over to the fireplace and picked up a picture of her, Piper and Prue. She held it in her hands as she walked around the room.

"After we killed the source, we were visited by The Angel of Destiny." Phoebe could see Darryl's confusion, but her dad was looking at her with no real expression. "The Angel said that we had fulfilled our shared destiny and we deserved the chance to give up our powers and be normal. No more magic, and no more demons coming after us."

"Of course even if we agreed to his offer, there would still be evil, demons and Innocents dying," Paige added.

"So you didn't take the offer?" Darryl interrupted.

"Hey, I said no talking." Phoebe was only half joking. "Right, we couldn't possibly take the offer once the Angel gave us another choice. He said we could ask for anything."

"Stop beating around the bush," Piper grumbled. She felt like there was a fire inside her head and her stomach was gurgling. What is wrong with me? I should be thankful, not acting this way.

"We asked him to bring Prue and Andy back from the dead."

"What?" both Darryl and Victor yelled.

"Are you serious?" Darryl looked around the room as if he expected the dead to walk in.

"How is it even possible? So many people know they died." Victor couldn't deny how wonderful it would be if his eldest came back, but how would she cope?

"Please calm down, we know it's a big deal, but the Angel would not let them come back, unless they took care of the fine details. The timelines, records and memories of those who don't know the truth behind their deaths will be altered as if they never died." Paige bit down on her upper lip, then she orbed out of the room before anyone could say anything.

She came back a moment later. "They're still sleeping."

"Who? Prue..." Victor stood up from his chair and started to head toward the stairs. Darryl quickly joined him.


Up in Prue's bedroom, Victor and Darryl were looking down at her bed, with their mouths hanging open, both at a loss for words. Victor crossed the room, going to Prue's side of the bed. He got down on his knees next to her. There were tears in his eyes as he reached for her hand. It was soft and warm. He could feel her pulse.

Darryl was more hesitant. He stood off to the side, gazing down at his former partner. He took a couple deep breaths and then approached the bed. He touched Andy's hand.

"I should have known you'd find a way back," Darryl said in a soft whisper. "You always did have to be wherever the sisters were."

The others walked into the room, but waited quietly for the questions they were sure would be coming.