Okay, so I don't know how this came about. No, I really don't. I've just always had a thought of what if Piper and Phoebe had an older half-sister instead of a younger one? There are differences between Pandora and Paige as you will see as this goes on and if enough people like it or if the muse is insistent enough, it will. Please leave me some feedback. Is this interesting? Does it suck? Do you want to read about Pandora, Piper and Phoebe forming the new Power of Three? Oh, and also should I alternate between POVs for the sisters or stick with Pandora's?

1. End of an Era

I'm not sure why I came to the funeral of Prue Halliwell – I had never even known her. But Damian said if I felt that strongly about it, I should go. Ah, my wonderful husband and the father of my unborn child, he understands me better than I understand myself at times. Pandora Adams. Or as Damian likes to call me. Dora. Uggh. I'd hate the nickname if it came from anyone else but from him, it actually sounds cute. Maybe Angela is right. Maybe I am lovesick when it comes to him. Focus, Pandora. You're at a funeral. Speaking of funeral…I glanced over at the two sisters. They really look devastated – the three of them must have been close. I've never had siblings, even adopted so I wouldn't know.

The one thing I do understand is a loss though. I was only 12 when my adoptive parents died after all and then going in and out of foster homes wasn't exactly easy. At least those two have each other – being alone after a loss like that no matter how old we get is never easy. Once the funeral was over, I walked over to the sister with the light blonde hair.

"I'm really sorry for your loss," I smiled and tried to nod, knowing no matter what I say, it won't take away the pain from their loss.

"Thank you," she said softly before pausing and glancing my way, staring at me rather intensely. I fidgeted with my hands slightly and stepped back before she asked me a question.

"How did you know Prue?" She asked me. "From work?"

"No, I just saw her at P3 sometimes," I told her, and it wasn't a lie exactly. I have seen all three of the sisters at the club even though I don't know any of them personally. I just felt I needed to be here but explaining that to a stranger feels odd. I held out my hand. "Either way, my condolences."

She took it, gasping suddenly and falling to the ground. Instinctively, I knelt beside her.

"Are you alright?" I immediately asked as the other sister and two males who had been with the sisters' earlier rush over. I really wish I had brought Damian with me. What if they think I'm the one who hurt their sister?

"Phoebe, are you ok?" The other sister asked. "What happened?" She turned towards me.

"I don't know, I'm sorry," I backed away from there and ran even as I heard my name being called. Why did Phoebe react to me that way? What had happened? Had I done something? Had I hurt her somehow? My phone rang then and even though it was just Damian, I jumped slightly before quickly answering.

"Hey, love," I tried to control my voice so he wouldn't worry but it shook slightly despite my efforts.

"Hey sweetheart," Damian replied. "Are you ok? How was the funeral?"

That was a good question – one I don't really know how to answer on the phone, heck I don't know if I can answer it once we meet up. How am I supposed to explain what happened when I don't really know myself?

"I don't know," The words slipped out of my mouth before I could really pull them back, but I don't know how to hide things like this – especially from the one person who saved me when I didn't feel like I deserved it. "I can't really explain it but when the sister, well, one of them touched my hand, she gasped and fell down. I don't know, it doesn't even make sense. Did I hurt her? I didn't mean to." I knew I was rambling, but I wasn't sure what else to do.

"Sweetheart, relax," Damian's voice was soothing like it always was. "Why don't I take a lunch break and we can talk about it over lunch?"

"But what about work? I have an appointment with a client in two hours," I told him. Being a counsellor, my clients always came first. That would never change.

"You'll be back in your office by 1," Damian promised me. "You need to take care of yourself first, sweetheart before taking care of your clients, remember? It's the first thing you learnt in your counselling degree. Meet me at our favourite restaurant in 10?"

I sighed. What would I do without him? "Thanks, love. I'll meet you there." I gripped my car keys in my fist, walking back towards my car. I'm just glad I didn't park my car too close to where the funeral was held.