Okay, I'm not really sure where to go from here... I don't know, I think I got amnesia as well as retardation for throwing my outline for the story out - it was with my math papers, and who doesn't want to get rid of Geometry REAL BAD, so... yeah, if anyone has an idea, that'd be great ~ just comment, and thanks for charmed - darkangel for commenting on chapter six!

In the kitchen, it seems like everyone is surrounding and talking over each other, because everyone is worried and more concerned about just getting rid of the problem – making Melinda feeling worse than ever, making her feel like a problem. For the first time in her life she pondered whether she was a mistake in her parents' lives, in her family. She made a mental note to ask Chris when she got home.

"Are you guy's crazy?" Melinda whispered to herself, not getting the attention of anybody in the room.

Coop found it scarily easy to find Prue, though he didn't know that's who she was. She was sitting on the curb near an Italian restaurant, with a sad, lost little puppy dog look in her eyes. She didn't look up at all when he came near, she had her headphones in and The Clash was blasting into her ears. He let one hand rest on the small of her back and he brought her closer to him so she could lean on him. Patiently, he took out her headphones and kissed the top of her head.

"It's all right, baby girl, it's all right," Coop couldn't help but feel connected to the girl. He didn't know if it's because of how much she reminded him of Phoebe, but he just couldn't describe it. Somehow, somewhere, he knew this girl was his.

"I can't take this – I'm seventeen years old, I don't want to travel back in time… I want to go to my prom, Brown, maybe even visit Haiti for a weekend… I don't need an airplane ticket!" She laughed weakly as Coop just smoothed through her hair. "At least… in any time, or space, I can always depend on my dad."

"You bet you can, baby girl," Coop said again and kissed her head, making Prue look up at him with those big brown eyes. "Don't worry, it's our little secret," and with his nose touching hers really quickly. "And I won't tell."

Back at the manor, Melinda couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay," she said, trying to speak up, but cleared her throat. "HEY!" She yelled at them, making them all grow quiet. "Thank you," she added, even more quietly. "Um, well, let's see – I'm not good with… speeches, or attention, but," and now she got perky, more energized than before. "Now, you guys are like moths to the flame, fighting with each other like this – okay, we can't be fighting – we gotta be working together. You know it."

"I know it?" Piper asked heavy sarcasm in her voice. "Exactly what do I know, and you know – Wha – how old are you, even?"

"Young," Melinda said, shrinking backwards into the wall.

"Yeah, too young," Piper said and turned to talk to Phoebe. "This isn't something for some – fifteen year old –"

"Seventeen –"

"To be messing with!"

"I'm not messing with anything!" Melinda said, or screamed, as she needed to be heard.

"Wow, look who went out and saw the wizard," Prue said as she entered the room with Coop.

"Hey," Leo said, a smile forming on his face as he saw them both. He sat at the kitchen table with Henry and Billie, Billie was really the only one paying attention, the other two were talking about baseball. Something Melinda would have gladly joined in on, but that's not the case here. If only she was in her time…her own place. Venice Beach.

"What's going on?" Prue asks everyone, but she's looking at Melinda, who isn't aware of it, but she's shaking. "What? Didn't pack your heroin?" Prue joked as she took hold of Melinda's hand.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" Henry asks from his chair, not very easily amused.

"Well, we're like heroin addicts searching for a clean needle for a fix in this situation – completely fake." Prue was still holding onto Melinda, one of the many things Melinda loved about her was how Prue could be the best older sister in the world within a snap of two fingers, usually Phoebe Halliwell's fingers. "Now, we can all take off our masks now, because lying isn't going to do us any good."

"Prue – "Melinda started as she took a step forward, following Prue's moves, and in shock of her own words and mistake, she clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

"Prue?" Phoebe asked, completely dumbfounded now. "As in Prue Prue?"

"As in Prudence Bella Halliwell, Prue. Your daughter, but right now we're allies, sweetie."