A/N: I really should be shot. I've left this way too long.

Chapter 6: Just A Sisterly Fight

The next morning, Paige was brushing her hair when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," Paige called from the dresser. "Oh, hey. What's up Piper?"

"Are you going to see Josh again?" Piper asked directly. She sounded accusatory and she hated it, but there was something way wrong with that guy.

"I don't know," Paige murmured. She looked at her sister wickedly. "He is cute, isn't he? And polite."

"And there's something wrong with him. He's just a little... strange, I think." Piper was willing her sister to understand, or at least be somewhat careful. But she wouldn't.

"Funny, usually people think we're strange. Not everyone has to be a demon, Piper. And I liked him."

"Paige," Piper said, exasperated beyond belief, "the guy hangs out in a bar owned by a demon. He saved you from the same demon and didn't turn a hair. What is wrong with you?"

Piper had finally gone too far, in Paige's eyes. She put her brush down carefully, cat quietly. "I don't think there's anything wrong with me, Piper. I think you're paranoid. Or maybe, you just don't want me to see anyone."

"You're my baby sister. I want to protect you."

"But you don't have to run my life! Where were you when Phoebe went off to New York? Or when Cole was a demon? Why can't you let me make my own mistakes?"

"What's all the yelling for?" Phoebe asked from the doorway. "And what was that about me going to New York?"

"Actually, I was a bit preoccupied keeping the Manor than going after Phoebe. And she only went to New York. You are going to see a guy that is more than likely to be a demon!"

"Oh," Phoebe said sympathetically. "Welcome to my world honey. And," she whispered in Paige's ear, "you shouldn't have said anything to her. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"Phoebe!" Piper snapped. Phoebe shrugged and left the room. "Come on Paige," Piper said, calming down. "I'm only trying to kepp you safe."

"Well maybe I don't want to be kept safe," Paige snapped, picking up her bag and walking out of the room. "I've got to go to work."

"But, Paige-"

"Later!" she called. Piper heard her call goodbye up to Phoebe and then the front door slammed. She sat down on Paige's bed. "Well," she breathed. "I've screwed that one up."

Phoebe came in. "You shouldn't have tried to fight with her today."

"I wasn't trying to fight with her, Phoebe. Just - help her." Piper sighed, saring out the window. She stood up and began making Paige's bed.

"You shouldn't have said anything," she argued, pointing to the calendar.

"Oh," Piper said. "Now I feel really bad." She went over to the calendar, where, circled in black, it said "Mum and Dad's Death."

"You know what makes it worse?" Phoebe asked. "Today's her day off."

"Then where would she be-" a thought struck her and she put a a hand to her mouth. "She wouldn't. I'm going to ring her."

"No point," Phoebe said heavily, pointing to the bedside table, where Paige's cell phone lay. "We'll have to find her ourselves."


A/N: Really sorry about delay, but since I'm on holidays I should be able to upload more!