Back at the Manor, Piper was up late nursing a glass of warm milk at the kitchen table. Almost loosing one sister to the dog pound and another to the banshee faction had unnerved her. Sprinkling a little more nutmeg in her milk calmed her, but still didn't cure the potential loss and loneliness if she found herself the last remaining Halliwell. She didn't think she could survive without any of her sisters. One comforting sip was shattered by the noise of the backdoor being kicked it. In ran the evil Prue looking around very confused.
"Lost your key Prue? We kinda need that door there!" Piper snapped. "And what's with the biker look?"
The evil Prue looked at Piper, sneered and then the microwave came flying at Piper.
"Whoa!" she called out freezing the flying appliance. Another flash from her hands did not freeze evil Prue. She wasn't going to try and blow up her own flesh and blood.
Prue cocked her head to one side and then squinted at Piper in pure Prue fashion. "Wat have ya bin doin' 'round har, Piper? Who's tarning Hell Hall into a demon lair? Huh?" she asked as the microwave unfroze and hit the cabinet behind Piper.
"Hey, what do you want, whoever you are?" cried out Piper.
The evil Prue sent the entire contents of the center table flying at Piper who blew up half the contents of the kitchen sending her adversary backwards. From the mess that was the kitchen Prue growled at Piper.
Phoebe and Prue came running in through the swinging door. Her alter ego was stunned as good Prue sent her flying to the far side of the kitchen.
Phoebe ran over to Piper. "You OK?" she asked helping her to stand up.
"Yea, I'm fine. But this bitch is ruining my kitchen!" she cried out about ready to blow her up. "You have pissed me off BIG TIME!"
"That is very true, Ms. Prue in black," agreed Phoebe.
Prue finally realize who they were fighting, another version of herself. The shock stopped her long enough for the evil Prue to send her flying back into Piper. Prue's confused feelings caused Paige to orb in behind the evil Prue.
"Look over here, Prue!" she said as the evil Prue turned around. Raising her hand to attack Paige, Phoebe hit her over the head with a potted plant. The evil Prue looked up dazed and then passed out on the floor.
Prue walked over to the unconscious evil Prue. "Where in all things Wicca did I get an evil double ganger?"
"Yea, looks like the results of a botched spell," exclaimed Phoebe kicking her a bit. "She's out for good."
Piper looked at her with disgust. "And she better stay that way if she knows what's good for her. If she is a shape shifter trying to fit in with us, she failed miserably."
Paige stepped forward. "Hey, guys! I've come across her kind before. And I know where to get rid of her."
Piper threw her hands up in disgust. "Get rid of her before she wakes up AND I really kill her," exclaimed Piper. "Don't they know fighting in the kitchen is dangerous to THEIR health?"
Phoebe held back a snicker at poor Piper.
Prue looked directly at Paige. "Thanks again." This time she sounded like she meant it. "You're a handy lady to have around."
Paige nodded, picked up evil Prue orbed out appearing in Magic School.
Magic School looked exactly the same to Paige since it hadn't changed in centuries. The past/former/future Magic School headmistress laid Prue on the couch next to a large bookcase full of old dusty volumes. Pulling one book after another out, Paige thumbed through all kinds of traveling spells, but none seemed to apply to Evil Prue. She stopped when she heard a sound.
"Can I help you? I run this establishment. My name is Gideon," said a very calm voice.
Paige spun around with a start facing the high Elder who had spent a year trying to kill Paige's nephew Chris. He seemed to have a kinder gentler face than Paige remembered.
"Oh, hi! You just startled me!" she sighed "I'm just looking at here to find a way to get rid of this little witch," she said pointing to Evil Prue. "She comes from this crazy reverse world. Since she doesn't understand us, she is more dangerous than just being an evil creature."
Gideon crossed his arms and put his chin into his free hand. "Interesting. Interdimensional transport. A great deal of highs sophisticated magic is required for that. Things must be done very delicately or they could backfire on a galactic scale," Gideon said looking closely at the unconscious witch. "I should be able to help you, um…"
Paige remembered the trouble the world had when it did fall out of balance back when Piper was have her son Chris. The world was on a saccharine high with devilish consequences for the slightest infraction. "Oh. Paige. I'm a whitelighter," replied Paige.
Gideon turned to Paige giving her an introspective glance. "Not someone I'm familiar with. Did you ever study here?"
She shook her head no. "Not really. I'm new to the whitelighter union and I have been working with Americus," replied Paige as Gideon's stare began to unnerve her a bit.
"An interesting mentor. He has a very unique vision of the magical universe. Useful sometimes. Dangerous others. Be very wary of him, Paige. Now how did this ..person.. get here?" h asked. With one hand motion she was turned over. Gideon furled his brow and looked at her. And what sort of magical info does a whitelighter need for this ..person?"
"A very evil aura this one has. Not a warlock or a demon. Isn't she one of the Charmed Ones?" asked Gideon.
"Yes and no. An evil one. We have to get her BACK TO HER WORLD!" emphasized Paige.
"We will accomplish your task, my dear Paige. There are so many possible planes. Finding the right one is the challenge. Let's consult in my office."
Two students carried the Evil Prue into Gideon's office while he pulled out several ancient volumes that made the Book of Shadows look like yesterday's best seller. For the next half-hour he looked in one book and then crossreferencrd and checked and cross-checked again.
Paige wished to help, but she did not want to derail the Headmaster's complex train of thought.
Putting down the last book he turned to Paige. "I believe I have a solution, my dear whitelighter. Not everything is as it seems. You can't just flip the page over and read something in reverse to send her back. This individual is more than just a mirror image. Extremely more complex than just a good witch turned into a warlock. Her entire physiological structure is different down to the subatomic level.."
"Wait, hold it! Back off from the scientific mumbo jumble," exclaimed Paige as she jumped up from the couch. "Assume I'm new to the craft, which is partially correct."
"Ah yes. Certainly, my dear Paige. This ..person.. is the product of another universe and everything in it has its own subatomic signature. With a little bit of the right tracking magic we can use her to find that reality in which she was created," he said in the most charming fashion. Paige saw that he could be charming or deadly. Understanding or a very formidable foe.
"So we can use her as a spirit crystal on some interdimensional map of the cosmos?" asked Paige.
"Precisely! Now what can we use that has more stability than a vortex?" he thought. "Using something that will only be open for an instant will never do. Ah yes!" he said pulling down a great velvet cloth that seemed to be protecting a large painting. A large mirror in a gold gilded frame covered the far wall of his office.
"Perfect. As Alice went through the looking glass to that reversed world, so shall we send this Prue," he said looking at himself in the glass.
A cold shiver went through Paige's spine remembering her own passage through that other world and meeting her own evil counterpart.
