CHAPTER 4-

I DO NOT OWN CHARMED

PIPER POV:

We stood outside the apartment once again. I clutched Phoebes hand like a lifeline, feeling like I was going to vomit. It was four o'clock in the morning, the moon still out over head. My breathing quickened, guilt settling in my stomach like a rock. I was so rude this afternoon, so inconsiderate. She probably hated me.

"Shesmostlikelyasleepletscomebacklater." My words ran together, sandpaper in my throat.

"Piper, sweat heart. Its gong to be okay. There is no time like the present." Phoebe cooed, brining me closer to her.

Tears were running down my face, I let out a sob. I couldn't take it. Prue's death, mother and grams hiding this. It was all too much. "I can't do it."

"Piper, yes you can. You can do this. We can make this right. This is what Prue would have wanted."

Hearing that, I knew it was true. Prue would have wanted this. She would have wanted us to take care of Paige, to love her as she loved us. I wiped as my eyes, picked up my shoulders and rang the bell.

PAIGE POV:

I woke up to every light in my apartment flashing on and off. Someone was at the door. The clock on the side of my bed flashed DOOR in big green letters and my pillow started to vibrate.

Four o'clock. Who would be here at four o'clock in the morning? I swung my legs over the side of the bed and walked slowly towards the door. I reached over to the table next to the door, and pulled out a can of pepper spray. I didn't like my "Disability" to get the better of me, but I wasn't stupid. I hid it behind my back.

Opening the door, I gasped. It was the strange sisters that came to my apartment before. Phoebe and Piper. God, Piper.

"What the hell do you want?" I said, slurred, signed. I didn't talk well in general, but being sleepy made it worse.

"Paige. We. Have. Something. We. Need. To. Tell. You." The younger one said, while doing something I supposed was her attempt at sign language. Probably learned it off of Youtube or something like that.

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving them my best death stare.

"Can we come in?" It was the little one again.

"No."

"Paige, please. I'm so sorry about what I said. I'm ignorant and foolish. Please, we really need to talk to you." Piper pleaded. She had been crying.

Sighing, I motioned for them to come in.

"Is this what you needed to tell me, you're sorry?"

"Yes, and no. We have something we really need to tell you." Piper again.

"What?" I asked, not liking where this was going.

"Paige, when you came to Prue's funeral, we did some, research, and found some stuff out." Phoebe began.

"We went to the group home where you lived..."

"YOU DID WHAT?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could they just check up on me like that. What it they found out about the Millers? I blocked all that out of my memory myself, the occasional (Once a week give or take a few nights) nightmare. Such a dark, small place. My heart started to quicken just thinking about the cursed place.

"Your mother, her name was Patty, right?" Phoebe rushed, signing mother.

"Yes. I never asked her last name though." Why would I care, woman didn't care about me.

"Our mother was named Patty. She died when we were little. And the nun, Sister Agnes told us her name was Halliwell. Thats ours! Paige please. Thats why you came to Prue's funeral. She was your sister too!" Phoebe said, Piper just stared at her hands.

I understood now, it was all becoming very clear.

"Do you guys want money or something? I have lots of it, I assure you. If i give you what you want, will you please go away?" I said. Of course it would be done through a court with many lawyers and they wouldn't be getting very much, but you could tell these people anything. "Please, I'm recording my eigth album. If you leave, I'll give you a signed copy, on the house." What I really meant of course was, if you don't leave I'll call the police.

"You had a baby blanket when you were little right? White with a purple P?" Piper was the one who spoke now.

My heart stopped in my chest. No one knows that. I even kept it hidden from the Matthews. "Sister Agnes told you that."

"No. She didn't." With that Piper produced one identical to mine. "And here is Phoebes, and Prudence's." Two more blankets were produced from her bag.

I was scared now. "What game are you playing at." I'm sure it sounded nothing like that.

"Paige please believe us. Why would be fake this?" Piper pleaded. She was right. How could she fake this?

I stood up. "I will call in from work, but I have a birthday party I need to play at night. I want DNA records done. Now. There is an all night clinic a little ways from here. I will pay for it. I will ensure our results come in as fast as possible. I'm going to shower, then we will leave." With that, I turned on my heals and walked towards my bathroom.

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I texted in from work, explaining that I had a 'family emergency' and we would have to record my eighth album next week. I was still going to do the old mans birthday party. This will most likely be his last one, they told me. He only wanted Paige Matthews to play the cello for him.

After I produced a rather large check, we were bumped to the top of the waiting list and twelve hours later we were sitting in the front of the head doctor.

"Miss. Matthews, would you like an interpreter?" She asked.

"No. I'm fine. Lets get this over with." I annunciated.

"Can you please repeat that?" The doctor said, leaning in a little closer.

Great, exactly what I needed. "NO." I raised my voice as high as I dared.

Shrinking back, the doctor nodded. "Well, I have some good news. There is a ninety nine percent chance that Phoebe and Piper are related to you."

My heart sunk. I was not expecting this. Even with the blankets, the notion was obtuse. I ripped the results out of her hand. Grabbing a pen, I wrote, "How related?"

"It's so close. You must be sisters." The Doctor, smiled.

"Paige this is great." Phoebe almost jumped into my lap.

Pushing her off, I left the clinic. I just wanted to go home. Why were they kept, and I was thrown away? Deep down I knew the answer, and I hated it.

I sat down on a park bench and just cried. I pulled out my hearing aids and chucked them to the side. They most likely broke. Good. I thought. I never want to wear them again.

Of course I didn't hear Piper and Phoebe sit beside me. Two pairs of arms wrapped around me, they were loving arms, caring. I melted into them.

Piper sat in front of me, taking my rough hands into her smooth ones. She tipped my head up so I looked her in the eyes. She stuck up her thumb, index finger, and pinkie up in the air, keeping the middle two down.

And I knew she meant it.

PIPER POV:

We were sitting in the front room of Paige's apartment, she wasn't ready to see the house yet. The easy part was over. Telling her what we would need to next was not going to be easy.

Phoebe and I agreed to let her calm down, she was still crying a little. "Paige, do you want to know us?" I asked, staring her in the face.

She nodded. "Very much. But in little bits. I want to know you, but not all at once."

It was not the answer I wanted, but she still wanted to know us. "We'll be waiting."

She nodded. "I have to get ready to play for the old man."

"Can I help?" It was a bold request, but I had to ask.

"What?"

"I want to help you to get dressed. I would have if you were younger, and I want to now."

She stared at me, for a good while. When she nodded, I thought I was never happier.

She lead me into her room, gesturing to the bed, I sat, watching her go into the shower, door closing. A few minutes later she came out, in underwear and a bathrobe. She took a pair of dress pants, I helped her into them. Then came an ironed white dress shirt, after I helped her button it, I tucked it into the dress pants.

The collar on the shirt was wired. It stuck up, only the tips folding down. Next came a silk vest. I helped her slip into it easily, doing the buttons. She showed me how to wrap a piece of silk around her waist. Next came the jacketIt was not a normal jacket, but was short in the front and two tails came out of the back. I did her bow tie. It was white. She let out a little laugh as I failed the first few tries.

I helped her into her shoes, brushed her hair. Fastened her silver cross around her neck. Paige even let me hold her cello as she got the case ready. She let me hold open her brief case as she put music into it. I helped her to collapse her music stand and put that in yet another case. She showed me what bows were needed. Apparently she needs at least two spares with her at all times.

Lastly she walked over to her desk and produced a pair of hearing aids. They were different from her blue ones, these were green. She rolled them over in her hand, eyes narrowing. She placed them back in the desk.

"Are you ready?" I asked, like she was a child getting ready for school.

"Yes. Thank you for your help, Piper."

"Sure." Really, it means more to me then you know. "Who are you playing for?"

"Mr. Henri Lambaker. He owns a radio company. Its his hundredth and second birthday." Paige said.

"Well, play good, I guess. I have a lot to learn." I felt like an idiot.

She smiled a sad smile. "Thanks." She put her cello on her back. I handed her the brief case and music stand. She nodded, walking out to the front room.

Paige stood in front of Phoebe and I. "I'll see you for lunch tomorrow?"

"Yeah. 2:30. You'll be off practice then, right?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah. We can only play through the Phantom of the Opera so many times, you know?" Another breathy laugh. "Well, I best be going. Theres a key on the kitchen table, just turn the lights off on the way out."

"We will." Phoebe promised.

Paige nodded. She shuffled over to Phoebe and kissed her on the check. Then she went to me, kissing me on the check as well. It felt tense, almost like she felt obligated to do it. Giving us a slight bow, she left the apartment towards her car.

I sat besides Phoebe on the couch. "We have to tell her tomorrow, Phoebe said, her voice almost panicked.

"I know."

CHAPTER FOUR! Thank you guys for being so patient. Paige will find out about her powers next chapter. However, it will not be until chapter six when she accepts them. I hope you guys are enjoying reading it as I am writing it. Thank you for all your reviews and follows. Eillibsniknej, thank you for yet another fabulous review. :)

So, R+R

-The Professor.