"We need to talk," Acid dripped off her tongue, unwilling to budge unless her parents did. Michael and Nikita shared a quick glance, before focusing on their daughter. They weren't certain what she wanted to discuss, but it couldn't have been good. Pj's lividity was radiating off of her. That was probably what was helping her stand upright despite her injuries. Fury filled her every move. Ryan was smart in excusing himself. He didn't need to be involved. There was no doubt things were going to explode between the Mears-Bishops.

"Okay. What do you want to say?" Nikita attempted to be open. A part of her wanted to match Pj's anger and snap back. Everything that could've gone wrong was crashing to the surface. She wanted to be just as furious as her daughter. But being rational won over. Someone had to remain calm if they were going to actually talk. It wouldn't do any of them any good to be overwhelmed by emotions. Pulling out a chair, Nikita indicated for her daughter to sit. Pj simply slumped against a wall, however, using the stability to support her weight.

If she was being honest, she wasn't expecting her mother's response. Pj thought a fight would immediately break out between her and her parents; she had prepared for that. Though, thinking about it, she wasn't prepared for anything. Her demand to talk had come from nowhere. Even her march down the hallway seemed to have been an untraceable thought. It was like she was driven by something else. But when she tried to figure out what that could've been, her mind blanked. She was left fighting for control of herself, causing the words to just blurt out of her mouth, "You left."

Michael and Nikita had expected her to bring that up. Just because they had reunited, didn't mean their past mistakes had been atoned for. Of course Pj would continue to feel hurt by their actions. She had been so young when they had left. Yet the two intended to spend the rest of their lives making up for that fact. Their daughter had to know how much she was loved and cherished. Everything they did, they did for her. Those explanations weren't needed at the moment, though. A simple, sincere apology would perfectly express their thoughts and feelings, "We know, and we're so sorry."

"What happened to 'family is everything'?" Finally, the argument was going where Pj wanted it to. She could let her rage overwhelm her. That anger seemed to have been more real than the one that caused her to stomp into the room. She wasn't certain how that could've been, but it just was. She had let the hurt of her parents' actions fester in her for years. She had hardly let it show to the other kids, or even Ryan and Owen. More focused on bringing everyone home, she buried all those complicated feelings away. There were times when it slipped to the surface, but she was able to keep it at bay. That wasn't the case any longer.

"We thought it was the best way to keep you safe," Neither Michael nor Nikita knew whether they should comfort their daughter or not. Instincts told them to go to Pj and hold her. Yet experience kept them back. Sometimes, it was best to let all that hurt and anger out in the open. They'd be able to process it and move towards something better. Keeping in those ill feelings was only going to eat them alive. The two should let their daughter scream it out, feel everything she was holding back. It was just tortuous watching her struggle.

"No. You were cowards. You could've stayed to fight. Instead, you just ran," Her furious thoughts from earlier bubbled out of her like bile. Pj didn't think she would ever voice that opinion. She figured they would stay locked inside her like all her other complicated feelings. However, it flowed out of her along with her lividity. She couldn't hold anything back anymore. And she didn't want to fight it. It felt wrong to accuse her parents of such things. But letting her pent up rage consume her seemed like the right course of action.

"I know it's painful, and we've made some serious mistakes. But I hope you know that we would do anything to ensure your safety," Slowly, Nikita took careful steps towards Pj. Moving was the only way she could combat the feeling of being gutted. She was aware that her daughter held onto resentments. God knew she hated herself for what she had done. But she didn't expect it to be so powerful that it streamed out of Pj in angry pants- that she drew herself as far away from her mother as possible, crossing her arms to guard herself.

"But not my happiness right? Because fuck that or ever ending this fucking war," There was an edge to Pj's voice that mixed fury with tears. Nikita paused when she heard it. For half a second, she contemplated the fact that her daughter didn't want to be saying those things; she was uttering dark thoughts that should've never seen the light of day. But maybe it was just her own reluctance to see her in so much pain. She wanted to find fault in it, and argue against it. But she had to accept the ill feelings.

Shaking his head, Michael dared to cross closer to his daughter. It was one thing to feel hurt. Yet it was another to let it blind you. He was well aware of the dangers of being blinded by pain. He wouldn't have Pj experience the same fate. They were going to end their war with the Shop; they were going to bring justice to the world and finally be free. It was simply going to take time. Time was the only thing they could utilize to remove evil from the world, "We'll get there. We're trying…"

"Oh my God. Will you shut the fuck up! Stop with promising a happily ever after when you can't deliver it. Stop blaming Amanda or the Shop for every single fucking thing. You're at fault too. If you stop fighting amongst yourselves and if you stop thinking that just because I'm angry that there's something wrong with me, then we can win. We can fix things," Pj snapped. She had had enough of the false hope and distant end. They had to act immediately. There were so many chances at Amanda that they had missed because of Nikita and Michael's ignorance. But not anymore. She was going to do something about it.

However, her parents were in the way. They were staring at her in shock. If her mom and dad would move, she could continue on her mission. She didn't know what that mission was, though. And she didn't understand why she didn't just push past them. She was rooted in her spot, conflicting with herself over something. Nikita broke her out of that spell by approaching her once more. Pj didn't move that time, but she did glare. The look had no affect on her mother. She regarded her strangely, and asked in a strained voice, "Fix what?"

"Everything!" Was the only answer Pj could come up with. She knew she had to fix things. It was all on her to fix things. But she couldn't actually think of what it was. Michael and Nikita had an idea, though. She had been repeating that she had to fix everything since they had rescued her from Amanda. Although her progression to that moment hadn't been immediate and she appeared to have been fighting some of her thoughts, something had been done to her mind. There was no use denying that fact any longer. Some sort of idea or plan had been planted and she was obsessed with following it.

"What needs fixed, Piper? What specifically can you fix?" Michael attempted to get her to talk about it. She was thinking something else; he noticed the conflicted expression crossing his daughter's face. Yet Pj didn't seem to be able to speak about her confusion. Everytime it dawned on her, frustrations enveloped her. She was allowing the fury to take over her whenever she felt out of control. He wasn't sure if he could blame that on her or not. The extent of what Amanda had done remained so painfully unclear. Who knew what was his daughter and what was something else.

She was at least putting more thought in her answer that time. Yet Pj's green eyes were roaming around the room, frantic for some kind of clue of what was occurring. She didn't know anything. All she had were intense feelings to operate off of. Her anger made sense, but not whatever facts she was considering. Were they even facts. No, they had to be. She was smarter than that. Her irritability was valid. Nikita and Michael had left her. It was their fault, "This war! Our family! Or whatever's left of it after you disappeared."

"You went rogue from your team," Nikita reminded her, nearly emotionless. She was trying so hard to keep her own anger out of the conversation. She wasn't pissed at Pj, though a few of her admissions had stung. She was simply ready to kill Amanda. The blinding rage she felt for that bitch had her ready to destroy every single fucking thing the Shop had. But she had to focus on her daughter first. Whatever had been done to her had to have been realized. It was different from Owen/Sam. She could fight back if she saw what was wrong.

"That was different. I was actually getting shit done," Pj's stubbornness took over, however, and she wouldn't listen. Frustrations rolled off of her. Whether that was frustration over being confused, or because her parents wouldn't hear her, was unclear even to her. She just wanted things to be simple and make sense again- things did a few days prior. What had changed to make her so angry. Why couldn't she think, only feel. Maybe it was the war; their crusade was getting to her. The war her mom and dad had started so long ago had dragged their daughter under.

"And we weren't? We weren't doing something important?" By that point, Michael was only trying to quell the argument. He didn't necessarily care if he was seen as right or not. He just needed Pj to stop fighting against him and Nikita. They were attempting to help her understand her confusion. If she let them in, they could actually help her settle and calm down. However, that didn't appear to be happening anytime soon. She crossed her arms tighter against herself, clutching her fists and hardening her glare.

Nikita had stepped close enough to her daughter to touch her. But she held back. She connected her brown eyes with her green, and poured out every ounce of sincerity she had. Pj was going to fight and claw her way to the truth, whether her emotions wanted her to or not. That anger couldn't cloud her judgement any longer. She had to be herself again, "Think for a second, Pipes. You don't shift blame like this. You know what makes sense and what doesn't. You have to think."

"You don't get to tell me anything anymore. You gave up the right to be my parents when you left. I don't need you. You're only going to screw it up even more. You've ruined enough already," She was only saying that to hurt. Frustrations and confusion had completely overcome Pj. She barely even acknowledged that she was speaking to her mom and dad- she was talking to the two people who would give up their lives for her own. She only saw them as Nikita and Michael, the two agents who had left her. Nothing else seemed to exist, and that made her even angrier.

"Piper Jade. Sweetie. Think, please. What needs fixing? How are you going to end this war? You wanted to talk, so talk. Don't just accuse," Nikita wasn't going to give up. Despite so much pain, hurt, and furiousness rising through her, she was going to help her daughter. Pj was going to see the truth, then they were going to burn Amanda to the ground. There was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes, as though she was trying her best to think. She was fighting so hard. But she was losing so fast.

"You need to focus. Think. Don't just feel," Reaching for her, Michael gave her one more lifeline to hold on to. Pj wanted to grab it; she knew she should've grabbed it. Yet how could her parents be so concerned for her then. Where were Michael and Nikita for almost a decade of her life. She had survived without them. She could continue to do so. Harshly, she slapped her dad's hand away from her. That was it. She was done with them. So with an unsteady push of the wall, she started to march out of the room.

"Fuck you," As soon as the bitter words left her mouth, Nikita grabbed onto Pj tightly. She wasn't going to let her go. And neither was Michael. They pulled her back, and she began to fight against them. Her injuries weren't of any help, however. Her parents were able to hold to her forcefully. She was trapped. How the fuck was she supposed to fix things then.