It had been a week since the incident; neither the Charmed ones nor Cole could bring it upon themselves to call it rape- it was too final of a word.

After Phoebe was released from the hospital, she wouldn't leave her bedroom. Prue and Piper spent their nights sitting in the living room together, listening for the screams of their sister, who had been plagued with nightmares since the incident, and for any word from Leo. They hadn't seen or heard from him since right before they left to go to the mall that day.

"Well, I really can't put out a missing person... thing... on a dead man, now can I?!" Piper yelled sarcastically at Prue. Emotions and tensions had been running high all week.

"Well, sorry for trying to help, Piper," Prue said with equal sarcasm, "But we need him. You need him. Phoebe needs him."

"Don't you think I know that Prue? It's just so hard! Its like, first I lose my sister and then I lose my husband!"

Stop it!" came a struggled cry form the landing on the steps; Phoebe. Her sisters screams and tantrums had finally gotten to her. She couldn't help but think she had caused it all. "Just stop it! I-I can't take this anymore," her nervous voice cracked. Prue and Piper watched in silent horror as Phoebe stumbled down the stairs in an attempt to get down in the living room. She was almost hysterical now, shaking violently, almost to the point of falling. "I can't stand to hear you screaming about me! I'm sorry! Don't blame each other..." her voice changed to a whisper as she grabbed the banister to keep herself from falling. "... blame me."

Prue and Piper ran over to her and between the two of them carried her body over to the couch. They were both surprised at the lack of weight. After they had set her down, Piper looked at Phoebe sternly in the eye.

"Now you listen, Phoebe. This is not your fault. You did nothing! We are not going to blame you, nor are we going to blame each other. This is no one's fault except for the ass who did this to you! You have to understand that!" Piper started to cry, "You have to understand that so you can get better and come back to us Phoebe! We need you just like you need us!"

"But its so hard!" Phoebe wailed. Prue took her turn.

"We know it's hard, Phoebe; its hard for us and nothing even happened to us. I can only imagine what you are going through. We can try to help you, Phoebe, but you have to want to help yourself first."

They sat there for a long time without saying a word. Phoebe's mind was working overtime, though. She wanted desperately to get the weight of blame and guilt off her shoulders, but didn't know how exactly. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Neither Piper or Prue wanted to get up from the couch to get the door.

"Why don't you telekinetically unlock it, tell whoever it is to come in, and I will freeze them so we can see who it is before they come all the way inside?" Piper suggested. Prue shrugged and complied.

"Come on it! its open!"

Piper threw up her arms and they all leaned forward to peer into the hallway to see who was there. It was Darryl and the other girl from the alley. Piper quickly unfroze them and they all waited for them to walk into the living room.

"What the hell was that? You just let anyone walk in here after what happened?!" Darryl screamed. Piper held up her hands once more and froze the girl.

"We had it under control as you can see. Now stand still so she doesn't notice anything when she unfreezes." Darryl let out an angry sigh as he stood back where he was. Phoebe even let a little smile escape her lips, much to the delight of her sisters.

"Hell, Phoebe, if it makes you smile then we will constantly annoy Darryl," Prue joked. Phoebe smiled again.

"Ha. Ha. Ha," Darryl said sarcastically, but still good nature. He realized that he would let them annoy him whenever they wanted if it meant Phoebe would at least smile.

"So, what do you need?" Piper asked. She admitted she was curious, but also hesitant to dredge up the incident again; she didn't know if Phoebe could handle it.

"Well, Ms. Jacobs," he started, referring to the woman next to him; the same from the alley that night, "wanted to visit Phoebe, but I mostly wanted her to talk to you, Piper, based on the new information she gave me after she came out to the hospital."

"What was that info?" Phoebe asked, surprising everyone with her request to in some way relive that night. Ms. Jacobs looked to Darryl for permission and, when he nodded, she went over closer to Phoebe.

"I'm Bryn, by the way," she began and took Phoebe's hand in her own, "and I can't thank you enough- you saved my life." Phoebe sat up and the two embraced, but Bryn quickly stood up and got down to business. "Anyway, I got hit pretty hard when he threw me, and I blacked out for most of it. I could hardly remember what happened, and it bothered me so much because I couldn't understand why we were both alive. I mean, we both saw his face and he knew it."

"I thought that too," Phoebe cut in.

"Yeah, so, I kept trying to remember. I kept thinking, 'There must have been some reason he left; some incident or intervention or something...' Then it hit me. I distinctly remember that a man came and scared him away. But, the more I thought about it, the more I doubted myself, and I am sure you will doubt me too, but here it goes. This odd, blue light seemed to follow him around and he seemed to disappear into it after he chased the guy away..." Bryn let her voice drop as she tried to remember more.

Phoebe, on the other hand looked at Piper hurriedly. Piper had a weird look on her face. Phoebe knew what her sister was thinking because she was thinking the same thing. "Leo," she whispered. Piper nodded her head.

"It's got to be."

"What? What are you talking about?" Bryn asked.

"Nothing you need to know about right now," Piper said as she froze her. Darryl looked confused, but so did everyone else.

"How can we get more out of her without arousing any suspicions she has of magick?" Prue wondered aloud.

"Any kind of spell or magic dust?" suggested Darryl, but he instantly felt stupid for even trying. He was clueless at this supernatural crap, but in a way was relieved he didn't know much.

"Yeah, a forgetting spell of some sorts may work," Piper thought aloud. "Phoebe, are you up for writing one because all the spells Prue and I make sound like stupid couplets written by a magickal Mother Goose."

Phoebe smiled and struggled to get up. Prue offered to help her, but Phoebe shrugged her off. "Prue, let me try by myself." Finally, Phoebe managed to position herself on the couch in a sitting position. "OK, give me a pen and paper," she ordered. Piper grabbed one from a drawer in the kitchen and ran it over. After a few minutes of chewing on the eraser every other word, Phoebe produced a spell in shaky handwriting. Prue and Piper had to squint and fight to read her scribbles.

"Should we say it now or wait until after she tells us?" Piper asked.

"We have to say it now so that she doesn't hold anything back just because it is unbelievable to her." Phoebe was suddenly very cold. Prue noticed the goosebumps and threw a blanket over her. Phoebe smiled, but she was still getting weaker... she could feel it.

"Are you up for this Pheebs?" Prue asked. Phoebe nodded, suddenly very afraid. She tried to shake off the feeling, however, and strongly grabbed her sisters hands. They started to recite the spell. After they were finished, Piper unfroze Bryn.

When did you sit up?" Bryn asked, confused.

Piper decided to test the spell. Phoebe had said it would make Bryn more comfortable to talk about magick and she would for get it anyway, so... "Well, I froze you so we could put a spell on you."

Prue and Darryl gasped at Piper's forwardness. Phoebe giggled softly. Bryn shrugged. "Oh, OK," she said.

"So, Bryn, tell us exactly what you saw, heard... anything," Piper continued. Bryn nodded and started to collect her thoughts. Piper suddenly felt someone grip her hand hard- it was Phoebe. Her knuckled had already turned white and her eyes were shut tight. Bryn started to talk, but Piper stopped her. "Phoebe? Honey? What's wrong sweety?" By that time, Prue had noticed as well.

"Phoebe? We don't have to do this right now sweetheart," Prue said, but Phoebe shook her head. Her eyes were still shut tight.

They all stopped for an explanation to accompany the head shake, but Phoebe offered none. She just couldn't find her voice- it was lost in the pounding of her heart. Phoebe had shut her eyes because every time she looked about the room, she could swear she saw him... her attacker. These hallucinations had happened to her before in her room, but they seemed to get worse each time. It was like some screwed up premonition. Her rational side told herself she was just going crazy and hallucinating, but her fear told her otherwise. Phoebe sternly counted to three and slowly opened her eyes, She let out a sigh- he wasn't there, but her sisters, Darryl, and Bryn were and all wanted an explanation that Phoebe didn't want to give.

"G-g-go ahead, B-Bryn," she stuttered but said sternly enough that Bryn complied.

"Well, I'll just start at the beginning so it's easier," she began, but looked at Phoebe again. "But if you want or need me to stop, just tell me."

"I-I will. T-Thanks."

"Good. Well, I was walking around the mall, looking for various items, when someone grabbed my purse. I have been mugged before and didn't want to go through it again, so I stupidly ran after the guy. I followed him into the alley. His back was to me so he didn't expect it when I came up behind him and kicked in his knees. He fell and dropped the bag which I bent down to grab. However, he threw me to the ground before I could leave. He sat on top of me and said, 'Now I can have my way with your money and with you. What a great day!' and laughed. I will never forget that laugh," Bryn stopped and felt a chill run down her spine. She fought for composure, gained it, and continued, but not before checking out Phoebe. She had her eyes closed again and her cheeks were wet with tears. "Anyways, that was about the time when you came. He threw me and I blacked out. I woke up for a bit when you tried to run I think for the first time, but he grabbed you. Then came the weird stuff. You had apparently blacked out and he started pulling a knife out of his discarded jeans. He looked over to me, but I pretended to still be unconscious. I heard you start to moan and he switched his attention to you. Just as he was about to stab you, this blondish haired guy appeared in a bluish light. He grabbed the guy and totally kicked the shit out of him, and then through him out onto the street. Then, the guy knelt over you and this light glow thing erupted from his hands. Just as you started to stir, the guy screamed and seemed to explode into little blue balls. It was then I got up and got your sisters for you," she concluded.

As if on cue, everyone looked at Phoebe. Her eyes were still shut tight and she was now violently shaking. When Prue reached out to rub her shoulder, Phoebe jerked back and had a sharp intake of breath.

"Pheebs, its just us," Prue said softly, and laid her hand on Phoebe's shoulder again.

She jerked back a second time. "Please, don't touch me right now," Phoebe's voice broke and shook. Prue didn't know what to do. She glanced around for suggestions, but everyone else was as clueless as she was.

After a few minutes, Bryn broke the silence. "What happened? For some strange reason I can't remember anything from about the time I got here until now."

Phoebe, though still shaken, let out a little chuckle. Piper could have sworn she heard, "Go me!" but couldn't be sure. She was sure, however, of two things: the spell had worked and Leo was in trouble.

* * *

After Bryn and Darryl left, Phoebe wanted to be alone. Though she knew her sisters wanted to be with her to calm their ever growing anxieties, Phoebe couldn't stand the tension. When Prue and Piper both went into the kitchen, Phoebe made her painful escape. She started slowly up the steps, putting one foot up on the step, then bringing the other one up to meet it. This, of course, took her much longer, but she found it hurt too much to go up the normal way.

At the top of the steps, Phoebe's side burned and her head pounded. She was feeling lightheaded, but decided to continue anyway. Finally, she reached her destination- the attic.

Sitting gingerly on the floor, Phoebe put the Book of Shadows in her lap. Guilt washed over her as she looked for a spell, any spell, that would bring back Leo, or at least give them some information. She could vaguely hear her sisters calling her name, but she really didn't care. All she wanted was to find something so Leo could come back. Diligently, she searched, though she could hardly read the book through her tears. Her sisters' cries were becoming more and more frantic, but again, Phoebe didn't care. All she could do was think of how she could make the wrongs she caused into rights. Cole's voice mixed with her sisters', but Phoebe still didn't care.

Phoebe could feel herself lose control of her thoughts, but could do nothing to stop them. Flashbacks of the incident screamed in her head. Phoebe forgot about the Book of Shadows and grabbed her head in her hands. Then, she could have sworn she heard the attic door click open. She ripped her eyes open, and to her horror, she saw her attacker walking towards her. All thoughts of, 'this is a dream' were smashed to bits as he physically took her shoulders and began to shake her. She moaned in agony and horror. Phoebe felt so helpless. The man started calling her name as he shook her, though the voice was not the one of her attacker, but of Cole. Phoebe urged herself to open her eyes and, instead of seeing that man, she saw Cole worriedly shaking her, calling her name.

"Cole." it was like a plea. What had just happened? Had she hallucinated it all?

"Phoebe. Oh God Phoebe, what happened? What's wrong?" Cole also pleaded. He could feel her small body shake in his arms. He gathered her up and hugged her tightly. Phoebe's throat constricted and she resisted the powerful urge to squirm away; she was still unsure of what exactly just happened, let alone if this guy holding her was really Cole. That thought struck her hard. Was she going crazy? Of course this was Cole! Who else would it be? Again, her logical side and emotional side had an eternal war.

Phoebe didn't even notice when Cole shimmered her downstairs, nor when her sisters and Cole tried to talk to her. Confusion caused her to fall asleep on the couch and no one bothered to stop her.

* * *

"What can we do to help her? I don't think I can take much more of this," Cole sighed heavily and stared at Phoebe blankly from his position across the room. Prue shook her head and put it in her hands, deep in thought.

Piper didn't seem to hear any of the conversation. She just stared out the window, looking at nothing, searching for everything. Someone walking down the road caught her unwandering eye. Her breath caught. "Leo," she whispered and jetted to the door.

Cole and Prue looked up at the sudden burst. Prue followed Piper and Cole stayed to watch Phoebe. Piper ran down the street, almost falling twice. Leo saw her coming towars him, but didn't really have the same enthusiasm. She didn't care. Piper jumped into his arms and grabbed him as tight as she could, kissing him as much as she could. After a second or two, she realized he wasn't kissing her back. She pulled away and looked at him, though Leo averted his eyes. Piper continued to stare at him until Prue broke her glaze by embracing Leo.

"Leo! Oh my God! Where were you?" Prue said, estatic, but then noticed both of them weren't sharing her optimism. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Piper said, still trying to figure it out. "He won't say a thing." She kept her glaze on him until he finally sighed and looked up.

"No, no. I'm sorry I am not happy. Can we talk? Inside?" His voice was strained and had an emptiness to it that Prue and Piper never heard before. They both nodded, but they were as confused as ever. What else could happen?

* * *

When they got inside, Leo went directly over to Phoebe and started to sob, not acknowledging anyone. Finally, Piper had had enough of his odd behavior.

"Leo!" she yelled, causing him to finally look up from Phoebe. "What the hell is going on?"

Leo stood up and hung his head. All attention (except for Phoebe who was still passed out on the couch) was on him. "Well, to make a long story short, I have been stripped of all my powers and will have to spend the rest of the years of my now mortal life since they clipped my wings in what you can call a jail 'up there'. I have 24 hours to say good bye."

Piper, Prue, and Cole stared, dumbfounded. Leo shook his head and laughed bitterly and sarcastically. "Yeah, and that's not the best part; 'they' won't let an other whitelighter come down and help, let alone heal Phoebe because, and I quote, 'This matter has been interfered with enough and too many rules have been broken for it to be rectified.' Yeah, so I guess I messed up real good, didn't I?!" Leo broke down again.

"Leo, take me up there right now," Piper demanded. Leo didn't respond. Piper just got more mad. "Leo, I will not let this happen. Don't you even think of giving up hope- Not on yourself; Not on me; Not on anything. We have fought 'them' before and we certainly will now."

Her screams of anger had awoke Phoebe. She looked up and saw Leo. A smile crossed her lips. "Leo!" she weakly exclaimed. "I thought you were gone- that 'they' did something to you." Leo looked down, but tried to put on a fake smile for her benefit. She missed the cover up. "Leo, could you please heal me now? You don't have to d it a lot... Just a little bit. Please. It hurts so bad," Phoebe had started to cry again, but this time Leo joined her. She caught on to this body language right away. Phoebe sat up straight, ignoring the ever-present, but now piercing, pain. "I was right, wasn't I? 'They' did punish you, didn't 'they'?! Damnit, Leo, tell me!"

"Yeah, 'they' did, Phoebe," Leo choked out, but grew stern, "but don't worry about it- Piper said we can try to fight it somehow." He looked at Piper who nodded but was keeping back her tears.

"Yeah, OK," Phoebe said bitterly and laid back down on the couch. She wouldn't, couldn't look at anyone. how could she after she caused all this? The tears silently came, streaking her pale face and trickling to her mouth. The bitter, salt water tears stung her lips, but yet again, Phoebe didn't care. She just didn't care about anything anymore. She closed her eyes, hoping that would somehow plug up her eyes so she couldn't cry- the sting was getting to her now. It didn't help. Nothing could help.

* * *

"There has to be something, damnit!" Piper cried out in frustration. They had been searching the Book of Shadows for hours and hadn't found a thing.

"I told you there wouldn't be anything," Leo chided. "Just stop. We don't have much more time and the time I do have left I want to spend with you."

"No, don't do that, Leo! Phoebe already has lost hope- you cant also!" Piper yelled, but still left the book's side to go sit in his arms. "Why are 'they' doing this to us? I don't understand! You were just trying to help Phoebe. What else were you supposed to do? Let her die?"

"Yes, actually, I was," Leo sighed. Piper stared at him. He knew she expected an explanation so he complied. "Phoebe was destined to die that day so she could fulfill some sort of prophecy."

"OK, my sister is not the next Jesus by any means. This is absurd!" Piper argued but stopped as Leo rose his hands.

"I know, I know. You don't have to tell me, remember? I tried to fight it, but lost. I still can't really understand it and I don't think I ever will."

They were silent for a few minutes until Prue entered the attic. Piper could tell she had been crying.

"Prue, what happened now? Whats wrong?"

Oh, nothing. Phoebe just had another nightmare thing. Cole is down there with her now because she didn't want me to touch her."

"Oh," Piper said, not knowing what else to say. They were all silent for a moment, thinking of Phoebe.

"So, did you find anything?" Prue changed the subject, but got her answer by the expressionless stares she got in return. "I take it that's a 'no'."

"Yeah, a big fat one," Piper replied and sighed. She rested her head back on Leo and stared at the Book of Shadows without really reading it. She just let her eyes skim over the page it was opened on. She jumped nearly a foot as the clock downstairs chimed 11 times. Piper gasped. "Leo, how much time do we have left?"

"Well, I got back to earth around 11:30, but didn't get here until around 12:30 yesterday, right So, anywhere between a half hour and an hour and a half," he replied flatly. Piper jumped off his lap and grabbed the Book of Shadows. She tore through the pages, looking for anything she could have missed. This went on for a few minutes until Prue broke the tension.

"Well, do you have to orb up there when it is time or what?"

"I can't orb. I dont have any powers. They'll probably just come and get me whenever its time."

"So is there any way we can get up there?" Prue persisted.

"No."

"Wait! Yes there is!" Piper exclaimed and bolted from the room. It took a second for Prue and Leo to jump into action and follow her. When they got downstairs, they saw Piper already in the middle of an argument with Cole.

"Cole, come on, you know you can!"

"Piper, I am a demon! You can't just expect me to shimmer up there to the place I am most hated and say, 'Hey Elders, look who are the bad guys now!' That's suicide!"

"Oh, so now you aren't willing to sacrifice anything to help Phoebe?! I thought you loved her!"

"Damnit Piper, I do and you know it! But this plan cannot work. The best case scenario is that they let Leo return, but without any powers. That just screws over Phoebe again, doesn't it?!"

"Maybe, but she can heal on her own! I couldn't if I lost Leo! Cole, you know first hand what it is like being on the brink of losing someone you love. It's horrible. And who knows, maybe they will let Leo come back with powers. Maybe they won't. But at least we can say we actually tried damnit!" Piper was beyond tears now. She felt helpless and guilty. She knew what she was asking Cole to do was selfish and stupid, but she couldn't help herself. Cole stared at her with a grim face, judging her emotional status with his critical eyes. He sighed and walked over to Phoebe. He knelt down and gave her a small but passionate kiss. He stood up, brushed a tear away, and stared at Piper again. Without a word, but making sure Piper watched every second, he shimmered away.

Piper fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands, "Oh God, what did I just do? I just sent my sister's boyfriend to his death. Oh my God." Piper couldn't believe her selfishness had gotten the best of her. She had never been more guilty in her life. Prue and Leo couldn't believe it either; they couldn't believe Piper, sweet and innocent Piper, would have the audacity to do what she just did, nor could they believe Cole complied. Though she knew she would probably jinx it, Prue thought, 'Can this day get any worse?!'

* * *

Prue did jinx it. At 12 noon, the doorbell rang. Prue went to get it because Leo and Piper were together, saying their good-byes. When she opened the door, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. It was a group of old men in white robes- the Elders. Before Prue could say anything, one of them spoke.

"We have come for the ex-whitelighter. Let us in."

"Not before I ask you a few questions," Prue figured that they were already in trouble so she may as well get some answers.

"You have no authority over us, Charmed One."

"Like hell I don't," Prue retorted. "Now you will not get Leo until you answer some of my questions."

"Fine, Charmed One. We will give you three questions to be answered."

Prue still didn't like to be denounced like that, but figured this was her only chance. She noticed a car on the street slowing in front of the manor, gawking at the spectacle of the men in weird robes outside the door. Prue, though, didn't really blame them- the Elders looked odd even to someone who was as used to the idea of the supernatural as Prue. Nonetheless, she knew she had to get them inside.

"You can come inside, but you have to wait in the hall until you answer my questions."

"Fair enough, Charmed One."

She led them all inside- a total of seven robe-clad Elders. They stood around, waiting for Prue to speak. She knew she had to choose her three questions carefully. Finally, she was satisfied and turned to them to speak. Anger filled her voice.

"First, I want you to look on that couch right there. Look at that person on it. She has fought demon after demon after warlock for you. She has been the one to convince Piper and I to not give up being witches. She has never doubted you-"

An Elder cut her off. "Get on with the questions, Charmed One."

"Hold on to your damn horses," Prue screamed back. "I want you to know exactly who you wanted dead! She is not just a tool in your fight against evil; she is a person, damnit, and a great one at that. She is my sister." Prue started to cry softly, but her voice remained strong. "So, my first question is why did you want to let her die?"

"To fulfill the prophecy."

"And what prophecy would that be?"

"Is that your second question, Charmed One?"

Was it? Prue hadn't counted on that. She tried to get out of it, "No, it's part of the first. I expected you to explain."

"No, it is either the second question or you dont ask it."

She held up one finger and thought. Was that really the most important question now? 'No,' thought Prue finally. She couldn't ask that. She knew they needed to know the answers to other questions now.

"Fine, I won't ask that, but the questions I am going to ask require complete honesty on your part and you have to promise me you will answer them completely and as truthfully as you possibly can. Promise me that."

"You have our word Charmed One."

"OK." Prue took a deep breath and chose her words carefully. "This question has two parts, just so you know ahead of time, and should only count as one. Is there any way you can allow Leo, or any other whitelighter for that matter, to heal Phoebe? AND if not, is there anything we can do to magickally speed up the healing process to help her out?"

"Well, Charmed One, even though we do not want to interfere with this issue any more since the prophecy was not fulfilled, there is a way. We will not let your now ex-whitelighter nor another step in, but we don't have enough power over you to prevent you from doing it yourself. In the old wiccan religion, there are many healing spells that do not involve personal gain consequences. If you find one of these, it will work. Next and last question now, please."

Prue nodded her head. At least she knew they were honest even if they were jerks. "How can we get Leo back, or even just plain keep him? With his powers?"

"That is almost completely unavoidable. The only way we will let the ex-whitelighter free is if he can prove that he disobeyed orders for the best interest of his charge in the high court, which will be quite difficult to do so because the prophecy said it should have happened. Not much can go up against a prophecy."

That Elder stopped talking and looked around. Another spoke up. "Where is he? It is time."

"Wait! Where is this high court and how do we go about this? How-" Prue rambled but yet another elder held up his hand.

"No more questions, Charmed One. We have answered the agreed three. Now you must answer ours. Where is the ex-whitelighter?"

"I'm right here, sir," Leo called from the steps. He and Piper slowly walked down the steps, hand in hand, with tears streaming down their faces. Nonetheless, they held their heads up high. As they approached the whitelighters, Leo gave Piper a long, deep kiss. Right in the middle of the kiss, however, two of the Elders grabbed Leo by the shoulders and yanked him away. It was then total chaos erupted. Both Leo and Piper were screaming almost in unison, "No! No! No!" over and over again. Piper dove at one of the elders grabbing Leo but Prue noticed one of them getting a light orb ready and pulled Piper back just in time. The Elder threw it, miss, and hit the clock which immediately got a forcefield of sorts around it. The Elders then dragged Leo, kicking and screaming, out of the manor and orbed away. Piper broke down in Prue's arms, spent. In her agony, she felt someone sit down next to her an d Prue. It was Phoebe. Oddly enough, this small sacrifice on Phoebe's part caused Piper even more pain. She cried harder, frantically gripping at her sisters.

Phoebe could feel her sister's nails go into her already painful wounds, but didn't care. She had needed her sisters and now her sister needed her. This was the least she could do. Phoebe looked up at Prue who was still staring down at Piper, stroking her hair numbly. Phoebe knew Prue was ready to snap because of herself and Piper. Phoebe knew she would have to pull herself together, if not for herself than for Prue. And Piper. Looking at Piper, she again confirmed what she already knew- it would never be the same.

"We can fight it, sweetheart, we can fight," Prue soothed.

"How?" Piper cried.

"The elders told me that there was this high court thing and if we could prove that Leo disobeyed their orders for the good of the Charmed Ones, he could be let free," Prue responded.

"Cole can help with his background in law," Phoebe offered, still oblivious to the fact Piper sent him to his almost certain death. Piper only cried harder.