"Did she say 'Pamela'?" Phoebe asked as they reappeared in the living room.

"Hmmm? You need something." Phoebe looked at the girl who had answered her question. She had long black hair and was tall, taller than Prue. Phoebe had never seen the woman before, but by the look on her face she seem to have seen Phoebe before.

"Excuse me, but what is your name?"

Prue and Piper looked at their youngest sister in disbelief. "What is your name? Is that suppose to be some new type of way to say hello?" they repeated.

"I hope that you remember your own sister's name!" the girl stated.

"Sorry, but I--" Phoebe began.

"It's Pamela!" the girl said trying to ignore the statement that seemed to be an insult. "Phoebe and your games."

Phoebe didn't understand what was happening to her family. First she is told that one of her sister is going to be kidnapped and then she has an extra sister.

"What is going on around--" she started again, but turned around and ran up the stairs. When she reached the top she turned and headed toward her room. It was a familiar path, but this time it didn't feel quite right.

She reached out and opened her bedroom door. That's strange, she thought. I know I left it open. As she pushed the door open she could see that the furniture wasn't hers. It was Piper's.

"What are you doing in my room?" Piper yelled from behind her. "I told you never to go in there!"

"But this is my--" Phoebe started but was cut off.

"For the last time--this is my room! And you're not aloud in it! What part of that don't you understand?"

Phoebe started to remember a premonition that she had had, but she couldn't quite remember when she had had it.

"That's it! Your out of here!" Pamela ordered.

"It's not like we need you for the power of three," Prue added.

"Ahhh, if you don't need me, then who do you need?"

"Let's see. There is Prue, and then there is Piper, and lastly but most importantly there's me," Pamela stated, treating Phoebe as if she were a two year old. "And last time I checked one plus one plus one is three. I never did understand why Mom had four kids!"

"You don't understand why Mom had how many kids?" Phoebe was so confused. Who was this girl, and why had she taken Phoebe's place in the power of three.

"Four! Mom had four daughters."

"But--"

"What? This is stupid! Just like you Phoebe. Stupid!" Pamela's words were hateful, and they felt like a stabbing knife.

The three girls, who besides for their looks didn't even remind Phoebe of the family she once knew, pushed her down the stairs and out the front door. Phoebe sat on the front step of the house realizing that everything in the premonition was coming true.

"I hope that I haven't forgotten anymore visions," she thought as she dropped her head into her open hands. "What am I going to do?"

Phoebe sat thinking of what had just happened. "It's as if I had a cruel wish come true," she thought. Suddenly she thought back to what she had written. "Is it possible that--No, it can't be."

* * *

"Cole!" Phoebe screamed as she entered the mausoleum. "Help me!" Phoebe collapsed on the floor with tears streaming from her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Cole asked concerned about his soul mate.

"They are," was all that Phoebe could say between the sobs.

"What's wrong with them?"

"Ever since we went back in time there has been this stranger, and Prue and Piper don't act right."

"I was afraid that something like this would happen. I warned Leo, but for some reason Whitelighters don't trust demons."

Phoebe giggled as she forced a smile to appear on her face.

"At least you haven't changed," Cole said affectionately as he pressed his lips to hers. "At least you are still my Phoebe."

"I always will be yours. You know that."

"That isn't what I mean."

"Your right. My sisters have changed, and I didn't. Why is that?"

"You ask me like I should know the answer."

"Well don't you?" she asked suspiciously. "Was this some plot of yours to separate me from the Charmed--"

"If it had been, then we would have never met."

Phoebe thought about the statement for a minute and then realized that he was right. Phoebe had met Cole because she was a Charmed One, and he had fallen in love with her while he was trying to get closer to the Charmed Ones.

"Then why didn't you change?" she asked.

"Changes in the timeline don't affect me, at least they don't when I am in the Underworld. That is why I knew what was going to happen."

"But if you knew, why didn't you tell us?"

"Phoebe, if I came up to you and said you have another sister, but you can't save her, would you have believed me?"

"No."

"And we would be in the same position we are in now. Wouldn't we?"

"But that still brings us back to the question of why I am not affected."

"I made a childish wish. I didn't think that it would work."

"A what?"

"Actually, it was a witch's folktale. I just--"

"A what? Don't answer that. Whatever happened to me there was a reason for it, and I choose to say it was for the good of the Charmed Ones. Don't you agree?"

Relieved to hear that Phoebe was not going to ask why a demon was using good witch's magic he eagerly answered, "Yes!"

* * *

"I really don't understand Mom's reasoning in having Phoebe. I mean she was told she needed three girls, and she goes and has four!" Pamela wouldn't let the subject go.

"Maybe she wanted a back-up--in case one of us--" Prue suggested.

"Don't even think that!" Piper cut in.

"Well, it would make sense. With modern technology who knows how many back-up there are that we don't know about."

"Prue, are you saying that we could have a little sisters out there that we don't know about?"

"Anything's possible Piper," Pamela added. "Hopefully the are more trustworthy than Phoebe though."

"Still, I feel bad kicking my sister out of the house," Prue said as sympathetically as the normal Piper would have.

"You wouldn't feel that way if you were the one she was acting like didn't belong in the family!" Pamela continued.

Piper looked up at her sisters with a dazed look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Pam asked.

"Not another vision?" Prue asked concerned.

"Yes, same as the last one. I saw Prue and Phoebe and myself around the table in the attic."

"She doesn't have any power!" Pamela reminded, but this time the anger in her voice intensified. "The Book of Shadows says that only the first three born would have the ability to save the innocence, and she isn't one of them. Unless--"

"Unless what?" Prue asked.

"Unless it isn't the innocence that she is saving."

"You would be the one to know the difference," Prue said underneath her breath.

"What did you say?" Pam asked knowing exactly what words had just come out of her sister's mouth.

"Well, you haven't exactly been the model witch lately," Piper spoke up in defense of her sister.

"In what ways?"

"Have you already forgotten what happened at the park today?" Prue scolded.

"What? You wanted to waste your time on that little kid and his pet. I thought that we should worry about the warlock that was after him."

"So is that how you justify letting the kid fall out of the tree?"

"I had to make sure that I was with the warlock. I couldn't take the time to baby sit a kid."

"Why did you have to watch the warlock? He was going to die, you know that."

"I know. I had to be with him when he died."

"Ahhh--and why was that?" Piper asked.

"To get his power."

"You got his power!"

"Why? Are you jealous?"

"No! Only warlocks can take powers and only when they are doing the killing. How did you plan on getting his--"

An evil laugh came out of her mouth. How is it that she had never been caught? She turned and pointed toward the pile of newspapers that had collected into a small stack. Suddenly they were up in flames.

"Not in the house!" Piper screamed.

"Fine." Pam pointed toward the pile again and the flames went out.

"Cool power!" Prue said impressed. "And all we have to do to get it is kill a warlock?"

"Yep. That's all. I don't know what came over me. I would have never done something like this earlier. But when he touched my arm I felt this connection, and I knew that I had to have his power."

"I wonder what other powers he had?" Prue wondered.

"Why don't we look him up in the Book of Shadows and see?" Piper suggested.

* * *

"This old book drives me nuts sometimes. It seems like it is fighting against us," Prue complained.

The girls had gathered in the attic and after lighting a few candles they surrounded the podium that held the Book of Shadows.

"I thought that it was meant to help us," Piper added. "But it doesn't want to anymore, I guess."

"Here it is! That's him. Kevin is his name,"

"Well what are his powers?"

"He can start and start fire, by the pointing of a finger--"

"Well we already knew that!" Piper muttered.

"And he can seduce woman."

"What type of power is that? It won't help me much. I just don't think that I am in to that type of life style right now."

"Pam! You know what it meant!" Prue scolded

"Yah, but what could he possibly do with that power?"

"I don't know, but I'm starved. Lets continue this later," Piper said as she headed toward the attic stairway. "Anyone else coming?"

"Right behind you," Prue decided.

Pamela closed the book and joined her sisters.

"Last one to the kitchen gets to clean up the mess!' Piper yelled as she raced down the stairs.

"That's not fare! You got a head start!" Pam yelled back.

They left the attic, almost in the way that they had found it, but their presence had caused a dramatic change in the Book of Shadows. It was changing inside and out, but most importantly the Charm on the cover had changed. It was dark and disconnected--just like the unCharmed Sisters--dark and disconnected because of evil.

May 3, 2001

Dear Diary,

Why didn't we think of it earlier? She has been causing so much trouble ever since she was born, and what do we do about it? We put up with it.

Why? It was so stupid. We are the Charmed Ones. We are the most powerful beings ever, and we put up with the crap that our little unneeded sister pulls. Well, no more!

No more will I have to put up with her whining about not having any powers. No more will I have to put up with her complaints about living in the basement. And no more will I have to put up with the drain that she puts on the family budget. Just as soon as I have a chance, Phoebe will be out of my way . . . Forever!

The One and The Only,

Pamela