Note: I don't own anything from Charmed. Also, the kids mentioned in this story are from my other story, The Time Has Come. Peter is Phoebe and Cole's son (the Source baby) and Melinda and Prue are Piper and Leo's daughters. P.S. Fifteen years have passed, making Peter 14, Melinda 13, and Prue 9. Peter and Melinda have their powers but Prue doesn't. Blah, blah, blah.



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Paige sat at her desk, shuffling through papers. It figured the day she gave her assistant off she'd need to file old court cases. She sighed and stared at the phone on her desk. " Someone please urgently call me," she begged it.

To her surprise, it rang. "Hello?" Paige asked.

" Paige," Piper greeted her breathlessly. " Orb yourself here quick. We need the Power of Three." Paige heard a crash and a loud explosion in the background, and her niece Melinda crying, " Set him on fire!"

" On my way," Paige said as she hung up the phone. She went to the windows of her office and shut the blinds. She hoped no one would come in while she was gone. After she was done, she orbed into the manor.

Phoebe hurled a ball of lime fire at a tall blue-skinned demon, dressed in long flowing robes. She squealed as the flames hit her. In retaliation she hurled a ball of energy at Phoebe, sending her to the ground.

" Mom!" Peter cried. He focused on the demon and her robes set on fire. It preoccupied her momentarily. "Lamp!" Paige called, and tossed it at the demon.

" Leo! Go get the spell!" Phoebe cried, when she saw Piper running toward her. "We'll take care of the demon!" Leo orbed in and rushed to heal Phoebe. The demon chucked her sapphire energy at Melinda who orbed away before it could hit her, and blew it up before it hit the wall.

In the middle of the commotion, the doorbell rang. " You've got to be kidding," Paige breathed. She went to go answer it. A girl stood there. She was about fifteen, dressed in a black lace dress and tall boots. Her face was covered in dark makeup. The girl looked sort of arrogant, but Paige saw her twist her finger around a loose strand of dark hair falling out of her braid and bite her lip.

" Hi," Paige told the girl. " Look, I'd like to buy your cookies or whatever, but could you come by in about fifteen minutes?" A table flew across the room and Melinda screamed. The girl looked freaked. Paige grinned sheepishly. " We're, uh, having a family meeting."

" I guess I'd fit in, then," the girl said. " Are you Paige Matthews?"

" Yes, why?" The girl made Paige suspicious.

The girl looked at her feet for a moment. " I'm Philomela. Your daughter."