A slight glow roused Ashe from her sleep; she pawed at her eyes, as she squinted through the darkness. The room was empty, lit only by the light of the moon as it cascaded through the gap in the curtains; however she noticed that the door to her bedroom was slightly ajar.

Ashe slipped herself out of Mike's arms, kissing him as he edged toward rousing to sooth him back to sleep. She slipped on her large grey woollen turtle neck, reaching thigh length with two large pockets just below her waistline, and silently crept over her chest of drawers, pulling out a small wooden box from beneath it. Muttering a few words under her breath the box glowed allowing her to open it; she pulled out a satchel of crystals and emptied them into her pocket as well as a small vial, which seemed to glow softly in the darkness, into her other pocket before replacing the box back under the chest of drawers and exiting the room.

Ashe crept along the corridor, after closing the bedroom door to, and headed down stairs.

"Hear now my call,
Of his slow impending doom,
Allow justice to begin,
Illuminate this room."

Ashe spoke softly, as her lounge was filled with small orbs of light, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the man who casually sat on her sofa facing her.

"I thought I should take you up on your offer…" He grinned cockily.

"Bezra, I thought my message was clear." Ashe said calmly.

"Hmm, you are right, seems like you've got things pretty cushy here…" The Italian, who she had previously shunned his advances in P3, smirked. "But then again, I could have offered you better…"

Ashe reached into her pocket, and clasped the stones.

"Stones of crystal, hold him down,
Blind his eyes, hold his sound,"

Bezra, Blinking to his feet, threw an energy ball at Ashe, trying to cease her chanting, she raised her free palm to him causing the energy ball to telekinetically ricochet crashing into the wall behind the demon and resumed her spell.

"Freeze this demon, let him observe,
His own demise, well deserved."

Ashe pulled out the now glowing stones from her pocket, as Bezra threw another energy ball at her, diving out of the way as she flung the stones at him. The stones flashed brilliantly as they began to encircle the demon holding him frozen in their orbit, his eyes frantically darting about in horror.

"It's just a little something I've been working on…" Ashe smiled to herself. "Oh, and I did warn you…"

Ashe raised her arm horizontally to the demon; his eyes widening even more with fear. She raised her hand, gesturing a claw tightening forcefully in the air. A muffled scream coursed throughout the house as the demons hand crumpled under the force of her telekinesis.

"You know Bezra, "Ashe addressed him coldly. "You could have made this so much easier for yourself…. If only you heeded my warning… No sympathy for you whatsoever…" She sighed, playfully shaking her head. "But you do realise, because of you, your whole collective suffers… But I guess it's too late for that."

Ashe tightened her clawed hand again as the demon screamed for a second time, his other hand now disfigured also. She lifted her palm to her mouth, before sighing and sliding her hand into her pocket to pull out the vial, playfully throwing it up in the air and catching it eyeing up her prey.

"Too little too late I know, but if I ever find out any of you demons try and screw with my family I will vanquish your sorry asses… I wasn't here to protect them before but now I am, and believe you me I've got some making up to do… oh and a little P.S. for you, don't come into my house, period." Ashe smirked as she threw the vial at Bezra causing him to rupture and explode in blue flames.

Ashe paced over carefully and picked up her crystals, slipping them back into her pocket, and looking around at the state of the lounge, the scorch marks from the battle would make Mike freak if he saw them.

"Let the object of my objection,
Become but a dream,
As I cause the scene,
To be unseen."

The room rippled back into the perfect state it was before, she sighed as she waved her hand loosely through the air causing the light orbs to diminish, and then let out a heavy sigh. It's never going to be easy whatever she did; she wanted to keep things as easy going for her sisters as possible. But then again, maybe Andy was right, maybe she is too powerful…
Ashe turned to head back upstairs, Mike stood there on the stairwell, his silhouette facing her, lit dimly from the street lamp from outside the front of their house.

"Andy?" She called out.

"Prue…what the hell was that…" He replied hoarsely.

"Andy, I… err…" She replied fearfully.

"We need to talk in the morning." He said bluntly as he turned and climbed the stair.

Ashe felt her heart sink, heavy and leaden; she started to feel a bit nauseous, pressure building in her skull. She strode over to her little black bag hanging off her dining chair, and pulled out her cigarettes and a lighter and went into her back garden.

She had only started smoking about a month ago, just the odd one here or there; she was attracted to the metallic husky taste, the way it felt in her hands and the fact that it allowed her to have five minutes to completely switch off mentally. She leant back against the house as she looked up at the stars, it was so beautiful. Her mind couldn't help wander to the times that she had spent "up there" with her family, with Andy, without any of this.

Ashe smiled to herself, the thought of wanting to be down here whilst she was up there subconsciously reigned the entire time she was there, but now that she is finally down here, her thoughts drifted back to up there. She stubbed out her cigarette, and dropped it into the garbage bin next to the house, before heading back inside and down into the basement flicking on the switch as she headed down the stairs.

After setting out the necessary tools, Ashe began summoning her Grandmother and her mother for guidance. As the first set of white swirling orbs settled into her mother's form, the second set flashed softly.

"Hi Mom," Ashe said before gesturing to the second set of orbs with a confused look on her face.

"Oh she's just with Piper right now…" Her voice trailed off unhappily.

"Oh, so like caller waiting?" Ashe grinned. "This isn't going to be easy is it?"

"No… I have no idea how she's going to throw them off your trail…"

"My what?"

"Oh, honestly Prudence, how could you be so reckless?" Grams' voice echoed in as she orbed into place.

"What do you mean?" Ashe replied innocently.

"Close encounters of a charmed kind? Oh honestly, what were you thinking? I really don't think they'll appreciate this, especially seeing as I'm not allowed to talk about it…"

"Aren't you beyond their rules?"

"Well, not these rules, they're set by a much higher precedent…" Patty added. "We found out the hard way…"

"What? Are you okay?" Ashe spoke up.

"Oh no, nothing like that… but we just go… a little fuzzy, when we try to mention it." Grams sighed.

"I dare not even ask… the reason I called is-"

"We know dear," Patty cut her off. "And as far as magic goes, you can't fix it… It's a matter of the heart, not a matter of the word."

"Yes, well, I guess there is always a way around it, you still have your little black book, right?" Ashe pointed at Grams. "If I remember rightly there was a little spell in there to allow us to see the opposite sides of an argument, to calm us down, right?"

"Well, I… err… I think it's highly inappropriate Prue…" She replied.

"Well I guess so is casting it on unaware children."

"I guess… What?" Grams replied then catching the look from her daughter. "What? They could be the most unruly girls sometimes, I doubt any of these time outs would have worked… Look that is not the point," She waved off Patty's stare. "Look Prue, you have to be careful, you seem to becoming rather reliant on magic… and you know as well as we do, one spell wrong and you can have immediate back fires…"

"Yeah, Grams I get it, but as it stands, I think my marriage may be worth having a back fire… If anyone knows about trying to save a marriage it'd be you right?"

Grams rolled her eyes and scowled before pulling out her little black book from the pocket of her shawl, and passed it to Ashe, allowing it to materialise in the cross-over.

"Thank you Grams," Ashe smiled.

"Good luck Prue," Patty smiled.

"Good luck my darling." Penny smiled as they crossed over back to the afterlife leaving Ashe to look at the little black book with intrigue.