Prue looked on as her sisters' body fell lifelessly to the ground. "PHOEEEBE!!" she waved her hand in anger sending him sailing through the air as Piper and her closed the rest of the distance to their sister.

He stood up and brushed off the desert sand. Smiling at the victory that would soon be his. He felt an inward smile as they fell to their knees at their sisters side.

Piper gently pulled Phoebes head to her lap, thankful it was still attached to her sisters' body. "Phoebe. Come on sweetie. We're here. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I love you."

Prue ran her hand over the top of Phoebes head and could feel the bump that was already starting to form there. She turned her head in the direction she had tossed him and stood up to face him. "You bastard."

"Yes. But I am who I am because of witches. So you have no one to blame but your own line. And it was your line. The Warren line that left England were descendants of the same witches that raised me."

"Our line was never evil."

"No. But I was raised by them. Mind you once I learned of my true calling I killed them all and went after what was mine."

Neither one moved as the faced each other. Prue felt the eyes of others around them but her concern was him. If they vanquished him then his soldiers would parish as well.

She dove quickly out of the way when a stream of fire erupted from his mouth. She rolled towards Piper and Phoebe but he saw her intentions and threw another stream blocking her path.

"Now why don't you just stay there witch. Your sister and I were having a great sword fight going on when you two had to come along and ruin it." He looked over at Piper and Phoebe before throwing a stream of fire their way. Only this time he was surprised when she stayed where she was and the stream of fire froze just before reaching her. "Oh now that's a power I'm going to like having."

Prue used that second of a distraction and waved him across the sands. Then quickly made her way to her sisters. "Piper we have to get out of here. The spells requires al three of us and Phoebe doesn't look like she will be waking up any time soon." She said as she started to lift her sister from the ground.

It was then that the others started to circle around them. Blocking them in.

"See witches. You can not win. You can not defeat us all with just the two of you." He stepped between his soldiers and held the fire in his own eyes as he locked on to Prues.

She stirred and felt the sand beneath her. But she felt something else, a hand gently on her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked up into the warm brown ones of her big sister, "Piper."

"Hi sweetie."

She pushed herself up and felt Pipers arms wrap around her back and into a warm hug.

"I'm sorry."

"Its ok Phoebs. We'll work it out later." Piper ran her hand over the bruise on Phoebs head, that she had gotten in the first round with the demon at the show. "Ouch."

"Yeah, just a little. Where's Prue?"

"I'm right here honey." Prue said as she was roughly pushed to the ground to her sisters.

The three embraced each dwelling on the others strength.

"He took the potion Piper." Prue whispered as she held her sisters.

He watched at laughed at the reunion in front of him. "You know there are many secrets out here in the deserts around this Las Vegas. I heard it was a haven for gangster to kill those that had betrayed them. Leaving the body out here for the vultures and any other animal that found its way across the sands." He didn't even look at them as his eyes cast out towards the hills and mountains in the distance.

He cast his eyes downward and motioned silently with his eyes to his soldiers. "You no longer have the power to defeat me. The power of three and the potion combined are the only thing. And now you will all die and I will receive your powers and I will rule this world as well as the one below."

"Mortimer let us go now and I'll see that your vanquish is quick." Prue sneered at him.

"Oh my dear witch. I don't think so. The game is over and I have won."

Phoebe glared across at him. "Mortimer?" she said quickly confused.

"Ah yes, you've heard of me. Or probably that Arthur killed me with his mighty sword Excalibur." He moved over and took her face in his hand, "Well surprise. I'm not dead." He tossed her head aside. "Now prepare to die witches."

"WAIT!"

Everyone turned to face Phoebe. "Fight me." She said straight-faced.

"Phoebe no!" Piper and Prue both yelled to her.

He turned back to face her. He could see the determination in her eyes. She was serious. There was a spark their that was not there earlier. "You didn't learn enough last time?" he asked looking at her face, the defiance there, as she held his gaze.

"So be it. I enjoy a good fight and kill." He waved his hand for his man to release her. "If any of them use their magic. Kill the other one in front of them."

"Phoebe."

She looked over at her sisters. She held each one of their loving eyes to her. "I love you." She reached down and picked up the sword she had earlier, and turned and faced him.

They circled each other neither one wanting to make the first strike. But he did, as he swung his sword down at her. A reaction she quickly blocked off. He slashed through the air as she levitated up having him miss her completely as she swung out and kicked him in the head sending him spinning backwards.

He regained his balance and glared at her."I can use magic too witch." he glared at her as a stream of fire went straight for her.

Diving out of the way she kept her eyes on him. Knowing he would take that time to attack again. She rolled from the blade that was rushing at her.

Piper turned away from the fight as she saw him bear down on Phoebe.

Phoebe found inside her a strength she didn't know she had. As she leaped back to her feet and slashed her sword across his arm, sending a stream of his blood out at her.

He held the wound with his hand and slashed out at her again. This time making his target. The sight and smell of her blood gave him more energy.

"Phoebe!" Prue yelled out for her sister as she watched her go down at the attack. She tried to go to her sister but the man holding her was to strong.

Phoebe stood slowly holding her arm loosely to her side.

"You fight well for a witch."

"And you fight like a girl." Phoebe shot back taunting him. She knew he was stronger then her and more skilled with the sword. But she was looking for her one opening.

She brought her sword up and attacked him, to his surprise. Any other time she was always on the defensive. But now she was attacking.

He fought her off pushing her back again.

The swords clashed across the desert, the sounding echoing until lost in the foothills.

He would get the upper hand and then Phoebe would fight back using everything she had in her. She spun around striking him with a roundhouse when he was thrown off balance. This time succeeding in what she wanted, as his sword went flying from his hand.

She dove in the sand clutching the handle tight in her grasp as he called for it. She could feel the power he was using, but she held on tight.

She could see his anger rising in him as he reached again. The pull this time was stronger then she expected and nearly lost it. She felt him approaching her as she held fast her grip. And when she knew he was close enough she quickly stood up and thrust it into him. She held the sword in her hands and looked into his eyes. Seeing the evil that was there made her want to back up and retreat but she couldn't. She had to finish this.

He tried to push her back but he was losing blood fast. He looked down and saw the hilt of his sword protruding from his body. She had run him straight threw, pushing the sword into his body as far as it would go.

Piper and Prue watched as Phoebe ran the sword into him. They quickly pulled away from the men that were holding them and went to their sister. Each placing a hand on the sword they chanted the spell they had gotten from the BOS.

The flame that shot out from the sword into his body shot through him as his cries carried as far as the earth would let them. Before there was nothing left but dust.

Phoebe looked down into her hands and opened up her fist as the gentle wind brushed off what was left of his sword. As she collapsed to the ground with her sisters holding her.

Prue held her crying sister in her arms. "Its ok honey. He's gone. He can't hurt anyone else."

"I thought he was going to kill you. Us."

"Not a chance." Piper calmed her sister. "You kicked his ass good Phoebe."

"Yeah what was up with some of those moves Sis?" Prue asked

Phoebe held her sisters close before answering, "Cole taught me." She whispered above the soft desert wind.

No one said anything as they stayed where they were, enjoying the fact that they had vanquished another demon from the world. Neither one wanting to get into Phoebes lost love.


They stood out side the Bellagio once again watching the water dance that went on all night it seemed. Every fifteen minutes a new song and a new dance would start.

Prue kept her eyes on the water, "Phoebe what made you want to fight that guy anyway?"

"I just recalled something about him being killed with his own sword. The magic he had came from it."

"So even without our potion." Piper tried to piece together

"We could still kill him with his own sword."

'Well don't be doing that anytime soon. You gave me more then one heart attack during that fight." Prue ordered, as she continued to watch the show.

Piper looked over at Prue on the far right, with Phoebe in the middle. Neither sister was even looking in her direction. She smiled to herself as she watched the water shot skyward.

"Do it and I will personally throw you in the lake Piper." Prue commented without taking her eyes off the show.

Piper turned her head to look at Prue. She could see the smile on Phoebes face, but her oldest sister was harder to read.

"I know that look Piper Halliwell. And I dare you to even try it. Because trust me I will throw you in faster then you could freeze the water." She said with a smile. But it was a smile that Piper knew all to well. It was her big sisters 'try me' smile. One that Phoebe would always try and one that Piper only did sometimes.

They stood there a bit longer before Piper took a quiet step back and to her left. And then another. And before either sister saw her, she threw up her hands and ran down the strip laughing as she heard Prue yelling after her, and Phoebe laughing so hard she thought she would actually be sick.

Piper ran, as she heard them coming after her and people watched them running. But she didn't care. They were witches who just vanquished an evil saving them all. Now it was just time for them to be sisters. For to her that was more important then been witches: been the Charmed Ones.


Thanx for reading. I got this idea when Ii worked for Best Western and was down there on a convention. I was always thinking.. What if the sisters went to vegas. And when I went to see the show at the Exalibur.. it all fell into place.. Gave me something to do on the flight home.. pen meets paper. I hope you enjoyed it.. and thanx again for all the great reviews