"Yes sir, I need one bedroom with two queen size beds, two weeks from this weekend. It will be for three people. If you have a room with a hide-a-bed that will be great. How much extra will that cost. Wow! That much! I guess that two of us could share a bed. Excuse me. If we get two doubles and a hide-a-bed it will be how much less than the queen and the hide a bed? Ahhh--did you say 30%? Okay. Let's do that. Yes. Yes. Okay. Thanks. I'll see you then. Oh, I'll be putting it on my credit card. Thanks. Goodbye." Piper spoke into the phone as if she were talking to one of her business contacts.

"Oh, goody! Mickey and Minnie her I come!" Phoebe rejoiced.

"I swear, you sound like a five year old about to get your birthday wish granted. Will you please act your age for once!" Prue looked at Phoebe as she entered the kitchen just in time to see Piper hang the phone up on the wall. "Is everything in order, sis?"

"Yep. I think for once we got what we asked for. Everything should be ready when we arrive."

"Tell me again why we are going to Disney Land?" Prue asked remember her protest to the choice of vacation that Phoebe had decided upon.

"Because it is close and because Phoebe has been begging to go FOREVER! Anyway, I think it will do us some good to have some sister time without the wonderful interruptions of witch-hood life. Doesn't that sound good to you?"

"It sounds like you just cursed our vacation? You know better than saying what you did."

Piper looked at Prue for a second, trying to remember what she had said that was so bad. "What?"

"You know, acting like we aren't going to have any supernatural problems while we're there."

"Well, I sure hope that we don't. We have had enough of that type of difficulty hear over the last few weeks."

Piper thought back on all the late night Book of Shadow study sessions that her and her sister had had. One was even interrupted by mad man. It seemed his only goal was to blow the three of them up with an energy blast. Luckily after Prue threw him down the attic stairway, Cole came out of Phoebe's bedroom and disposed of him. It wasn't the way that Phoebe approved of, but in a pinch she was glad that he was still able to use his demonic powers.

"What's done is done." Prue tried to push the idea of being attacked again out of her mind. "Do we have good rooms?'

"Well, we have a good room." Piper answered.

"Don't tell me that I have to sleep with the kicking Phoebe? Ever since she took those martial arts class she seems to be practicing in her sleep."

"I guess we could give her, her own bed."

"What? And reward her for having a difficulty staying still? I don't know how Cole stands her!"

"Will you guys quit talking to each other like I'm not here! I can hear every word you say. And by the way, I don't kick in my sleep."

At the same moment Piper and Prue looked at Phoebe in shock. "You do too!" they said in unison, seeming to think it was unbelievable that she thought she didn't.

Prue thought back to the first time she had to sleep with her wild-legged sister. Her mom and dad and sisters all went to a family reunion for her dad's side. Prue and Piper and Phoebe tried to sleep on the same full sized air mattress. Patty had insisted that Phoebe went in the middle so that she wouldn't roll off onto the ground. I guess that Patty was scared that the whole six inch drop would be two much for the little thing. Phoebe kicked and punched all night long. It was like she was being attacked in her dreams and that she was fighting back. By the time the night was over, both Piper and Prue were sleeping on the floor next to the air mattress, and Phoebe was sleeping diagonally across the mattress with her head on the end were her feet were when she fallen asleep.

Since then the "Sleeping with Phoebe" threat was something used for the misbehaving child, though it was rare that they had to sleep together. That family reunion was the last time she had seen her Grandma Bennett. She died two weeks later, and Victor decided that the girls were too young to go to a funeral. That was the reason he told Patty, but Prue always suspected that it was because he didn't want the girls to see him cry.

"Well, I don't like to be where I'm not wanted, and right now I don't feel wanted." Phoebe stood up from the chair she was sitting at next to the kitchen table and walked out the room not taking time to say goodbye to her rude sisters. "I don't have to stay to listen to that."

Phoebe walked into the living room and headed toward the staircase. At least my room feels like my own home, she thought to herself as she reached out for the staircase.

The room became dark. She could feel evil all around her. She was standing on the staircase looking at Piper and Prue, but something didn't seem right. There was a different presence in the room, one she had never felt before.

The vision ended. She was still at the bottom of the staircase with her hand out reached touching the banister. What a strange object to cause a vision she thought.

"Phoebe, I am sorry for what I said." Prue started, but as she did so she noticed the expression on her sisters face. "What's wrong? Did you have a--"

Phoebe cut her off. She didn't want to talk to her sisters, and nothing really did happen in her vision that could help them in anyway. And what if she did tell them something, what would it be, 'I saw you and I had a strange feeling about it'? That would sound stupid, or sound like I was trying to get some attention other than 'you kick in your sleep'. Finally, she thought of something to get herself out of the sight of her sisters.

"I have a headache. I'm going to go lie down." She ran up the stairs and to her room without waiting for a response. "The last thing I want to do is talk to them right now, anyway."

She entered her room and sat down on the edge of her unmade bed. Boy, I can't believe that I didn't clean this room up today. She remembered that she had told Prue that she would. Her dirty clothes pile had consumed almost a quarter of the room. It was April and most of her time was being spent on college, and in her free moment she was fighting against the forces of evil. Who was she kidding, she spent most of her time working on her witch duties and in her free time she was really going to college.

"Oh my, I promised them that I would get this done. I guess that tomorrow I will seriously get to work and clean this pig pin." It didn't look quite that bad, but if Prue got a new peek at the growing disaster she would say that it was even worse than what Phoebe thought of it.

Phoebe sat, still on the edge of her bed, and rested her head in the palm of her hand. Even though it was meant as an excuse she really did have a headache, and it was getting worse as the moment passed.

* * *

"I know that there is a bottle of Tylenol in here somewhere. I saw it the other day. I guess it's behind the mirror."

Phoebe looked around the upstairs bathroom that she shared with Prue. It was a pretty clean bathroom, but it was unorganized. She opened the cabinet door and reached in for the bottle labeled Tylenol. It was empty.

"I sure hope I didn't do that." Phoebe picked up the bottle and threw it in the small trashcan that sat at the end of the sink and cabinet. "If I had and Prue needed it--" Phoebe thought but realized the consequences of that action were something that she didn't really want to think about.

Maybe Piper will have some. As she walked into the bathroom that Piper used along with her husband Leo when he was allowed to stay with her she thought that maybe she should just ask her sisters where there was some, but she was still a little mad at the two witches she called sisters.

As she opened the door, she realized that she was entering an organized neat room. If her sister was anything it was neat and organized. Suddenly she remembered her promise to Piper that she wouldn't enter the room without knocking. Somehow she had managed to walk in on Piper and Leo doing their marriage activities in the shower one too many times. Piper almost moved out of the house because of it, but Prue and Phoebe made a plan and agreed to give the newlyweds the largest bedroom in the house and their own private bathroom.

Phoebe quickly stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door, lifted her hand and politely knocked on the bathroom door jam. Since no one answered, what a shock, she opened the door and let herself in. Phoebe looked around and headed toward the sink counter where the medicine cabinet was connected to the wall. She opened the mirror and was surprised to see a very large variety of bottles.

"I didn't realize that Piper took so much medication." She looked at the bottles. Most of them were vitamins. She looked at the variety of a selection. Iron, Calcium, Folic Acid--that's a little strange, Saint John's Wart--okay, now my sister's depressed. Diet Pills--since when has that skinny girl needed to loose weight! Vitamin C, vitamin E, multivitamins, Aspirin, Tylenol--finally. As Phoebe picked up the box that they were in she uncovered another package. The box had been turned around to hide the name. Phoebe knocked it over to see the name on it.

She couldn't believe her eyes. The box was new, and there was a prescription on it. The name was small but clearly was written on it was the name PIPER HALLIWELL. The last name was crossed out in pencil and next to it the name "Wyatt." Phoebe remembered Piper's hissy fits a few months earlier about not being allowed to use her "dead" husband's name.

Phoebe looked the box over more closely. The words "PRENATAL VITAMINS" covered the top of the box. Phoebe reached in and picked up the box. The prescription had been written almost three months earlier.

"Has she really been trying to--? I mean have they really been trying to have a--"

Footfalls knocked heavily on the floor as someone walked down the upstairs hallway. Phoebe quickly put the box back and took the pair of pills she had taken from the bottle that was in the box and placed it back in front of the vitamins that it had been hiding.

"Bang." The mirror door closed loudly, but Phoebe was already out of the bathroom door. Piper stood looking at Phoebe a few feet from the door Phoebe had just ran out of.

"Something wrong?" Piper asked her panicking sister. "You don't look to well. I am sorry if I insulted you down there, but it is true that you used to kick, a lot, in you sleep."

"I have a bit of a headache. I'm going to hit the sack. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Leo just came in and I think that I will get to bed a little early tonight too."

Phoebe fought not to insinuate something about why exactly the two of them were going to bed early, but she longed more to make a joke about what she had discovered in the bathroom. She was dying to know if there was another Halliwell on the way, but if there was Piper and Leo would make the announcement when they were ready.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Phoebe finally declared on her way passed her sister.

"Don't worry. I don't think that's possible." Piper giggled at the thought of performing some of the weird things that her sister could get herself into. It was bad enough that she was a snoop in her spare time, but the latest in the category would be sleeping with a demon, which she knew was a demon, and loved him anyway.

As Phoebe headed toward her room she could see her bedroom door open, by itself. She smiled, knowing that their was a hand turning the doorknob, and if it was the hand that she knew it was she was in for a night a wonderful as the one in store for Piper.

The heck with this headache, she thought. She threw the pills in her mouth and swallowed. They stuck in her throat for a moment and she swallowed again before she ran threw the awaiting open door.

"Hello sweetheart." His arms were what she needed. They engulfed her with warmth, and she knew that she was in for a night that she would never forget!

* * *

Luckily, Leo had replaced Piper's diary just before Piper walked over to write that day's entry in it. As soon as he put it away he orbed down to the basement.

Leo stood, observing the mounds of work in the Prue's darkroom. After he had read the first entry he turned to that Piper had written he couldn't get his mind off of where Phoebe or Prue kept their book of most personal thoughts.

Eventually Leo realized that the only real place that Prue had enough Privacy to write was her darkroom, because her sisters and Leo had made a promise not to enter until she said they could.

Leo surveyed the room, trying to think of a logical place where the oldest Charmed One would hide something so sacred. There were so many places to hide things in the room, especially when lit by a red light, which was usually the only thing on when Prue and her sisters were in the room. Still, Leo knew that it was in there, somewhere.

On a table was her bran new state of the art professional camera, which he knew she must have paid an arm and a leg for. She was furious when she had to fork out the money, especially since it was a demon that had caused the destruction of her prized position.

In the corner of the room was a collection of chemicals, which Leo guessed were for developing film. Photography never was one of his strong points so as far as he knew they could have been mustard and ketchup bottles.

Suddenly his eyes shifted and looked under the table. There sat another cameral bag. It wasn't nearly elegant as the first and there was a huge slash on the outer material layer.

"That's strange. I wonder why she kept that old--" He knew the answer before he had even finished his own question. It was so obvious to him. "If you had two sisters who don't know anything about taking pictures and didn't care in the first place where else would you hide it?"

Leo unzipped what was left of the zipper and sat down in the corner and started to read. Though the attitude was different than Piper's, it was just as informative.

He only had a chance to read a single entry, as with Piper's, before he heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs. He quickly replaced the journal and orbed out of the room.

"Anyone there?" Prue asked. "Because if there is you're going to be sorry." But there was no one there.

September 25, 1998

Dear Diary,

How dare she invite that trader into our house! Piper had no right, and I don't care if Grams was for it. She betrayed us when she went to look for our long lost jerk of a father, and that is that.

I should kick her out before she gets settled in. All we need is a leach in the house, who doesn't seem to understand the definition of work. She is trying to get on our good side by saying that she is going to go back to school, but I have heard that many times before.

I give up!

Prue