Garlock had left her hanging in the cage for three days. Having one of the children bringing her bread and water twice a day. The heat of the furnaces around her was draining her strength and she knew she could not stay in there much longer without succumbing to the heat. Finally when she was lowered back down one of the henchmen dragged her from the cage and then along the halls. Tossing her back into her own cell. The coldness of the walls and floors sent chills through her hot body. She pulled around her a thin blanket and hugged it around her trying to keep the sudden bitterness of the dampness from getting through. She lay on the floor huddled in the corner as she once again drifted off to sleep. Though as she slept her nightmare once again invaded her mind.

The warmthness of the comforter around her was just what she needed. She had another fight with Prue that day, and after dinner she had gone up to her room to play. She could never understand her sister sometimes, one minute she would be helping or playing with her and the next minute she would be yelling at her. Phoebe knew that deep down in her heart Prue loved her and would do anything for her. She just wished that she would stop trying to be her mother all the time.

As she lay in bed she had almost drifted off to sleep when she heard her bedroom door open. She knew who it was. Whenever Prue and her had a fight Piper was the first one to come to her after giving her enough time alone. Turning over as she felt her sister sit on the edge of the bed she was surprised to find not Piper, but Prue.

Looking into the ice blue eyes of her older sister, she was just about to turn away and tell her to go away, but before she could Prue ran her hand gently over the top of Phoebe head. She then bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was all that Phoebe need at that moment. She knew that Prue would never say the words. She never did, why Phoebe did not know.

"I love you Prue."

"Same here kiddo. I'm sorry about earlier." Prue started but was interrupted by a loud crash through the window of Phoebes room. Startling both girls, and causing them to scream.

They looked up at what them seemed like a giant. He stood with his matted hair and claw like hands. He approached the bed as both girls ran for the door. Prue was trying to get Phoebe to hurry up but she got tangled in her sheets. Pulling at Phoebe, Prue half dragged her to the door. They almost made it when suddenly the door closed, trapping them in the room. They could hear Grams yelling at them from the other side but there was nothing they could do. There was an unseen force holding it closed.

Still trying to pull Phoebe close to her, Prue never took her eyes off the thing in front of them. Suddenly he moved with almost lightening speed towards them. It happened so fast, Prue never even had a chance to react. The next thing she saw, he was standing at the same window he come crashing through, clutching Phoebe under his arm like a sac, as she kicked and screamed for him to let her go. Then as quickly as he appeared he was gone. Taking with him her baby sister. She ran to the window hoping to see where they went but he was gone.

"PHOEBE!" she cried out but there was no one there. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.

She awoke in a dark damp cell all alone. She cried out for Prue but received no answer. She curled into a corner clutching a small blanket that was there for her.

For months she was kept in the cell with hardly any light, and the only food she got was bread and water three times a day. Every now and then she would get a bit more, she would hide it away for later. One time she even got some dried up chicken meat.

Every now and again they were aloud out of their cells and she could see other children like her. She guessed they ranged from her age, of five, and up to about ten, maybe eleven. They were even made to work as slaves in a pit of dirt and heat. She didn't like the pit, it was to hot, and dirty. And whenever she was returned to her cell the coldness seeped into her bones.

She was too young to really understand what was going on. She just hoped that her sisters and Grams would find her. She had learnt many times that her free spirit would not go unpunished there. For at first she would defy what the older people would say. And all it got her was a beating of some sort. Yet she would never stop caring about the other kids around her.

Then one day, as she was once again about to receive a beating she coward into the corner of her small damp cell.

"Pwease no. pwease don't hit me. I'll be good I pwomise." She cried quietly

Phoebe tossed as the memories flooded back to her mind. Recalling a time long ago when she was a small child, she tried to break free from the pain that she could almost feel once again. She felt as if she was once again that scared little girl. Finally breaking free from her nightmare she sat up quickly gasping in for breath. Though her memories did not stop, even as she woke.

As he stood above her he reached and pulled her from the ground. As he was just about to hit her, the cell door came crashing open, causing him to drop Phoebe to the ground.

"Who are you?" he demanded

"The one who will destroy you." Came the voice in the shadows. As he suddenly went flying across the small cell and into the wall. Rendering him unconscious.

Feeling strong arms picking up her small frame, she immediately started to kick and scream.

"Phoebe, calm down honey, I got you now." the soft loving voice spoke

Looking up, Phoebe looked into the loving eyes of her grandmother. "Grams?"

"Yes sweetie, I'm here. I'll never let anyone hurt you again." She told her granddaughter who wrapped her small arms around her Gram's neck as they made there way through the smoke and screams of children and adults.

"Penny?"

"Right here Gail. I got her."

"Oh thank god." Phoebe recognized the voice of their Aunt Gail. As they made there way closer to her. "We have to get out of here."

"Where is he?" Grams asked with venom in her voice. Phoebe had never heard that tune in her grandmother's voice before and it scared her.

"I don't know. We are not strong enough to vanquish him Penny."

"Maybe not, but I still want to teach him a lesson in harming my grandchild."

"Penny we can't." Gail placed her hand on her frineds arm and begged her to just leave now

Penny turned to her friend and understood her meaning. They could not use their powers to exact revenge. "Maybe not but we can seal his fate here. Long enough until the girls can defeat him."

They had gathered all the children that had been kidnapped and guided them to the spot where they had arrived. Casting a spell the children where all returned to there homes. They would remember part of what had happened to them but not who had saved them. Just that it was two women.

"I will not fail!"

"You already have." Penny sneered at him.

"You can not lock me here forever. You are not strong enough to defeat me."

"That is true, but one day you will be vanquished and you will no longer be able to haunt the minds of small children." Penny called out to him as she pushed him back away from them. With Phoebe in one arm, her legs wrapped around her Grams waist and her small arms around her neck, Penny took Gail's hand in the other. Casting a spell together they soon found themselves back in the Manor.

Gently placing Phoebe on the couch, Prue and Piper ran towards them, both embracing their baby sister, and all three crying. Later that night when they were all curled up asleep on Phoebes bed, Grams watched her granddaughter sleep. She knew what she had to do. Holding her hands above the sleeping figures she said a few words before bending down and giving each of them a gentle kiss.

He looked down on the sleeping figures before him as he watched Penny say her words. Then she left him to do what he too had to do. Holding his hands over Phoebe he slowly healed her wounds. He knew that one-day she would remember this day, and he vowed that he would be there for her when she did. Exiting the room he closed the door behind him.

"Jeff. Are they going to be ok?" Penny Halliwell asked her Whitelighter

"They won't remember a thing until it is time. That was the spell that you cast. He will be released when they are strong enough to defeat him. I just hope they remember before he is released. If not, he may start again and he may come after them knowing that they are the ones."

"You know for a whitelighter you aren't very optimistic." Penny smiled at him

"Maybe. I just hope that I'm here when they do, especially Phoebe. When she starts to remember she is going to be scared and confused."

"We'll all be there for her."

"I know." He said. "I have to go. I still have to help my trainee master the powers of orbing."

"Thank you again Jeff. And when am I ever going to meet this trainee of yours. I want to be able to tell him to watch out for your trickery side."

Smiling at the woman before him, "maybe sooner then you think."

"Well does he at least have a name?"

Looking at her cautiously he was not certain if he should tell her. For he knew the true destiny of his trainee. "Leo. Leo Wyatt." And he orbed out in a faint blue light.


AN: as I re-erad this for editing. I realize something that may or may not have you going. um. no Leo was around looong before teh girls were even born.. Please keep in mind that I write this in about 2002-03. Before the episode with flower child Penny. lol

Thnx Di