"I don't feel too good, Mom."

"Well," she corrected.

"Okay, so I don't feel too well."

"What's wrong?"

"I think I have the flu. I've spent most the morning in the bathroom."

"In the middle of September? Well, I guess you should go see the doctor. I can't go, but I bet the neighbor can take you to the hospital. I'll call and ask, and I'll make an appointment."

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

"Just remember, the witchcraft is a secret."

"I'm not dumb Mom, give me some credit."

* * *

"This is crazy! How large can one person's medical chart be? There must be three inches of paperwork in here." Piper's frustrated searches were stressing her out.

"I wonder why it's so think," Phoebe asked.

"Well, maybe it's because she had three kids and when she wasn't raising us she was fighting demon," Prue's deductive reasoning was astonishing sometimes.

Phoebe wondered around the large room looking at old folders either waiting to be copied into microfiche or be shredded and destroyed.

"Hey, behave yourself back there," Piper ordered making sure not to take her eyes off the computer screen.

Piper on the other hand kept her attention to the task at hand.

"Prue, do you think that you could spare a minute and help me go through all of this information. We're going to be here all night."

"I would love to, but there is just one little problem."

"And what might that be?"

"Well, there are three microfiche machines, and you are using the only one without a "BROKEN" sign on it.

"That's just a technicality."

"I need to be guarding the door anyway."

Piper finally gave into her sister's persistent refusal to help. "Fine, I guess your right."

"About what?"

"You pick."

"Crash!" The noise had come from the corner of the room where Phoebe had been hiding earlier.

"What in the world is going on over there?" Prue demanded.

"Nothing," Phoebe responded in a guilty voice.

Prue knew that whatever had just happened in the corner was anything but "nothing." She walked through the maze of shelving and found Phoebe surrounded by mounds of folders with the paper that they contained spilled everywhere.

"Phoebe. Did you or did you not hear Piper say not to touch anything?" Prue scolded.

"I believe that she said to behave myself," Phoebe fought back.

"I believe not touching anything is implied in behaving yourself."

"Maybe to you."

"Sometimes Phoebe I just want to--"

"You want to what?" Phoebe asked in with a smirk across her face. Phoebe may have always had a hard time keeping her hands off things, but when it came to Prue, she never could keep her mouth closed.

"Just clean this mess up."

"I found it!" Piper blurted out. "It looks like Mom was pregnant before Prue.

"When?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh my, in 1968. She was only eighteen. She came in in September and the doctor said that she was three month pregnant."

"She must have had a heck of a graduation party!" Phoebe could resist the urge.

"Phoebe! Have you ever heard of not speaking what's on your mind?" Prue scolded.

"No." That was the truth.

"What else does it say?" Prue decided to get back to business.

"Not much." Piper flipped the page and found another entry. "Ohmygod!"

"What is it?" Phoebe asked.

"She lost the baby."

"What are you so surprised about? You already knew that."

"Oh, that's right."

Phoebe looked at Leo. "Your sure being quiet. What do you know that you're not telling us?"

"Why do you think I know something?"

"When else are you so quiet?" She had a point. It wasn't like Leo was extremely talkative, but he usually said something once in awhile, after all it was his job to advise the Charmed Ones.

"I just didn't have anything to--"

A key jiggled in the lock in the door. Piper put the file back and prepared to freeze the intruder.

"Come here," Leo ordered.

"Why? Don't you know that we are about to--"

"Come here."

The girls followed his command, and he grabbed a hold of Phoebe and Piper's hands. Prue grabbed onto Pipers shoulder and the four of the turned into blue particles as the orbed out of the room.

"What about the files?" Phoebe asked.

"Forget them!" the three screamed in unison.

* * *

"Well why don't we take some test and see what's going on."

"Sounds find to me."

"Oh, is there any chance that you might be pregnant?"

"Why?"

"Just something else we could test for. That and there are some medicines we can't give you if you are."

"Well--"

"Yes then?"

"Yah, there is."

"Thanks for being honest. I'll be back in when the test are done. The nurse will tell you what you need to do."

Patty followed the nurse to the bathroom and then to the lab and finally back to the room she had already spent an hour in.

"Please have a seat," the nurse directed. "The doctor should be back soon."

After fifteen minutes of waiting the doctor finally came back in.

"So what did you find out?" Patty asked.

"The good new is that you don't have the flu. And the other new can be taken either way."

"Well, what is it?"

"There is no way to say it, but come right out and say it: Your three months pregnant."

"I'm what! This can't be possible. Not yet."

"I take it that this wasn't planned?" the doctor asked.

"Oh, your fast."

"I'll call and tell your--"

"Don't you dare. As far as she is concerned, I have the flu. Understand?"

"Yes, but I don't know how your going to hide it."

"I'll tell her, when the time is right."

"I'd hurry because you only have six months and you'll be carrying around a little bundle of joy."

"Fine. Just don't say a word."

* * *

"That was fun!" Phoebe celebrated.

Piper, Prue, and Leo shook their heads had their sister's preadolescent behavior.

The four found themselves sitting in Prue's SUV which they had left parked in the hospital's visitor's parking lot.

"It was close, not fun," Prue corrected.

"Just drive," Piper ordered. "We have some work to do."

"What else did you find in that file?"

"Just records of Mom's pregnancies, all four of them. At least that is what I saw between where I started and where I stopped."

"Where did you start?" Phoebe asked.

"Her--Ahhh--Death Certificate."

"I said 'where did you start?' not 'where did you stop."

The subject of Patty's death was something that none of the girls were too comfortable talking about, but Phoebe was so young when it happened that she never even tried to deal with it. Prue on the other hand had, not too well it sometimes seemed, but she had grieved. "Phoebe sweetie, the records begin from the most recent entry, not from the first entry," Prue tried to explain.

"There was a strange thing though."

"What?"

"Before the entry about Phoebe's birth there was an entry about a baby or maybe it was just another pregnancy, but then it was crossed out. It almost seemed like it was a mistake."

"Maybe the doctor grabbed the wrong chart and made the entry for someone else."

"Maybe someone grabbed the wrong baby and tried to cover it up."

"I believe that Mom would have known if she had a baby and someone took it."

"You must be right. It had to be a wrong entry," Phoebe decided.

"Leo. What do you think?" Not a word came from his mouth. "Leo. What do you know?" Piper knew that when her husband didn't give an answer he was hiding something.

"Nothing important," he finally said.

"Prue, can't you drive any faster?" Leo ordered.

"Okay, you know something."

* * *

Once they reached their old Victorian house Prue and Phoebe ran upstairs to change their clothes from the scrubs that they had been wearing. The scrubs may be comfortable, but they sure weren't fashionable.

Phoebe changed her clothes and headed toward the stairway.

"Prue, I am going downstairs. I'll see you when you're ready."

"Just a minute."

Phoebe stood at the stop of the stair spying on her sister and her husband. They seemed to be having a little bit of a lover's quarrel. Just as she was about to go down the stairway Phoebe felt a giant push on her back.

Rapidly she found herself flying down the stairs. The pain was overwhelming. It seemed as if every other stair was hitting her head. She landed at the bottom of the staircase dazed and wondering what had happened.

"Are you okay?" Piper asked being concerned about the difficult times her sister had been having lately. "Don't tell me you had another vision?"

Leo ran to her side to make sure she was okay.

"No," Phoebe finally answered.

"Then what happened to you?" Leo asked confused.

"I was pushed."

The three of them looked up at the top of the stairs seeing whom the culprit was, if he or she was still there. She was. Prue stood at the top of the staircase with her hands on her hips with a large sneer on her face. She didn't' even try to hide her guilt.

April 2, 2001

Dear Diary,

I knew what I was in for when I said "I do," but Leo just doesn't seem to understand. I tried to explain it to him, but when I get a chance and I find the courage he has to leave. I guess it is hard to fix the problem when the problem is keeping me from fixing it.

I love him so much, but I don't love the long periods of time that I have to spend away from him.

Lonely as Always,

Piper