Disclaimer. Same as last time any characters you don't recognise belong to me. By the way, has any one noticed anything about the name P3? Piper, Prue and Phoebe, three. I was wondering' if you'd noticed…

Sighing, Piper trekked up the stairs into her room. Tara stirred and Piper smiled. Gently pulling the covers off Tara, she realised how sweaty she was. Moving a strand of her from Tara's face feeling her forehead Piper muttered.

" This kids burnin' up," She picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Placing her on a basket, she grabbed a flannel and put it under the cold tap. She wiped Tara's face, neck, shoulders and arms. Once she was done. She picked Tara back up and ran to the attic.

" OK got everything?" She asked.

" Yelp a mirror for a broken reflection, pocket watch with a cracked face and some herbs." Replied Phoebe. A sudden jerk from Tara made Prue drop a candle.

" Wh-what are you doing?" She asked her voice quavering.

" Oh shit." Prue muttered.

" Don't worry Tara hun, you're not gonna get hurt." Piper said as reassuringly as she could. " Tara, I need you to cling on to me as hard as you can okay?"

" Why should I?" She asked curiously.

" Because, you see well Tara we need to do something. To make the Coutler go away." Phoebe said. Tara paused and thought.

Should I? I hardly know these people and now they're doing something. Yet I don't know what.

" OK I won't get hurt though will I?" She asked.

" No," Piper said. " I promise." Though deep down inside. Piper wished like anything that she could be sure of what she was doing.

Tara clung tightly to Pipers neck, doing her best not to choke her. Three candles were lit and the sisters held hands and began chanting:

A shard of mirror for a broken reflection

A pocket watch with a cracked face

A cache of herbs for protection

All will send me to another time and place.

Nineteen ninety eight is where I wish

Third of June.

Take us there.

Another time and place.

The three sisters kept chanting and Tara cling on tightly to Piper. Little yellow glowing orange motes began to surround them an electric blue flash and the four were falling back in time.

" You said it was the last time." A very hard cruel echoing voice said.

" But George, it's the lady's request," Jones argued he tried to hide his fear.

" Coward!" Screamed the voice a ball of fire sent the old man against the wall.

" Ouch! Prue get your foot off me!" Phoebe complained.

" Sorry Phoebes," Prue said struggling to get up. Piper and Tara were clinging together tightly. " Piper? Hello?" Piper moaned softly and Tara sprang to her feet.

" Hi Tara sweetie" Prue said smiling.

" Where's Piper?" She asked fearfully. Prue nodded to the floor. Tara started shaking Piper.

" Piper! Piper! Piper wake UP!" She said screaming the up in her ear. Piper shot up looking as pale as ever looking around.

" What happened where are we?" She asked.

" Dunno," Phoebe said brushing dust off her gap jeans.

" St Michael's Opanage." Said Tara.

" How'd you know?" Prue asked.

" I used to live here," She said stiffly.

" OH! Sorry hun." Prue said. Piper stood up. Looking around she found a small gold charm entwined with a bush.

" Hey that's mine!" Tara said snatching the charm. " I got this from somewhere in 1998. I don't know where I found it. I dropped it running from the man in a black coat. Then I ended up and the last opanage I was at."

" OK," Piper said nodding.

" What do we do then?" Prue asked. Phoebe shrugged.

" I really don't know." She said.

" We can go and see Darla," suggested Tara. Phoebe squirmed uncomfortably.

" Tara, sweetie have you look closely at the building?" Asked Phoebe. Tara turned to look.

" It isn't how it used to look." She said. " It's a shack. The walls used to be brick white. Now they're black."

" Oh, of course they're black. We're in complete darkness." Piper said.

" Yes we are but I can see in the dark it's been passed on since Melin-" Tara said but stopped midway.

"What were you going to say?" Asked Prue sharply.

" Nothing, nothing." Muttered Tara, lowering her head. Phoebe touched Tara's shoulder gently and crouched down. Her eyes shut and she opened them with a very pale face.

" Oh my god," She said.

" What?" Asked Piper. Phoebe stood up and spoke to Piper in a quiet voice.

" I had a premonition." She said. " Tara was in it, and a shadowy figure. Prue was trying like anything to stop it but she couldn't."

" What about us?" Piper asked concerned

" We were lying on the floor unconscious." Phoebe said.

" Where's Prue?" Asked Tara.

" Why?" said Piper?

" I want to tell her what I was going to say." Tara said. Phoebe looked around.

Where exactly is Prue? She thought. A sharp pang of worry in a stomach told her to ask Tara what she was going to tell Prue.

" Tara, honey, what were you going to say to Prue?" Asked Phoebe. Tara nibbled her lip. " Tara you can tell me, I'm Prue's sister aren't I?"

Tara paused with a troubled look upon her face. She looked at Phoebe's slightly anxious face then to Piper's then to Phoebe's.

" OK…" She muttered quietly. " When I was three my mother died. Sh-she was a witch. The opanage took me in." By now, Tara was practically in tears. " Then the Coutler thing turned up. I was told I was a Luna. A young girl who isn't quite as strong as the Charmed One's but she's strong. Melinda Warren a – a- descendant." Tears streamed heavily down Tara's cheeks.

" Melinda Warren?" Phoebe said.

" She was the first of my family to come to America." Said Piper.

" No… she wasn't." Moaned Tara. She grabbed onto her back and rubbed at it screaming

" NO GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY I'LL STOP TALKING!" She fell onto a rotted tree stump. Piper ran up to her.

" What's the matter. Stop talking about what?" Piper asked worriedly. Tara swallowed. She nodded her head at something.

" That. "

Well Hope you like that it my seem like it's nearly an end of the whole load of this but it isn't well bye now!

Kattykit