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A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. I was going to add more to it, but I needed to put something up, so I'll have to make the rest of it a seperate chapter. Please review, and check out my other Charmed fics.
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"Hey, what's going on?" Piper asked casually.
Prue and Cole exchanged glances, then stepped even further away from each other.
"Nothing. Just waiting for you." Prue replied.
Victor walked over to Prue protectively, eyeing Cole. Cole stared back at him coolly. Prue leaned against her father, peering distrustfully at Cole. Piper and Darryl, in an effort to reduce the tension, started talking about the woman at Phoebe's funeral.
"So, let me just make sure I've got this straight," Darryl started, "A strange woman shows up, touches a vase, has a premonition, and runs off?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Piper said.
"That doesn't make sense. Why would she run off?" Darryl asked.
"I don't know," Piper sighed, "That's why we have to find her. When she had the premonition, something seemed.. off. Like she didn't know she was a witch, almost."
"Maybe she didn't." Victor suggested.
"It's possible." Prue chimed in. "I mean, we didn't know, until Phoebe found the book. Hell, even after that, we didn't believe her." She looked down, staring at the floor. It hurt her to remember how caustically she'd brushed Phoebe off those first few weeks. Victor hugged her, trying to comfort her.
"So how do we find her?" Cole asked.
Just then, the Book of Shadows started flipping on its own. It stopped at the spell to summon the dead. Prue immedeately thought of her sister. "Maybe Phoebe knew her? I mean, they could've met in class or something."
"But we knew most of Phoebe's college friends." Piper countered. "Didn't we?"
"One way to find out." Prue said, moving toward the book. Prue didn't especially want to find this woman, but she'd take any excuse she could get to see her sister again. She pulled Piper to the book, and they said the spell together. There was a flash of light. They looked up, expecting to see their little sister...
...and were greatly disappointed when Grams appeared instead.
"Grams, where's Phoebe?" Piper demanded.
"She's allright. She's with your mother." Grams answered. "I know what you're going to ask. The answer is, you can't see her because you aren't ready."
"Of course we aren't ready." Prue snapped. "How the hell were we supposed to be ready for something like this?"
"I know, darling, I know," Grams soothed. Prue just glared at her, fighting back tears. "You'll be allowed to see her soon enough, I promise. In the meantime, there must be a reason for you to summon me."
Piper told her what had happened at the funeral, with help from Darryl, Victor, and Cole, who had all heard this at least twice. Prue stayed silent, focusing on not letting herself break down.
Grams listened quietly while the others talked. Once they'd finished, she looked upward. "Patty!" she called. "Patty, we've got to tell them."
"Tell us what?" Piper asked. "Grams, tell us what?"
"We know who the woman you saw is." came Patty's voice. She appeared next to Grams.
"Mom," Prue breathed. "Mom, who is she?"
Patty looked at her mother. Grams nodded, and Patty took a breath. "She's your older sister."
A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. I was going to add more to it, but I needed to put something up, so I'll have to make the rest of it a seperate chapter. Please review, and check out my other Charmed fics.
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"Hey, what's going on?" Piper asked casually.
Prue and Cole exchanged glances, then stepped even further away from each other.
"Nothing. Just waiting for you." Prue replied.
Victor walked over to Prue protectively, eyeing Cole. Cole stared back at him coolly. Prue leaned against her father, peering distrustfully at Cole. Piper and Darryl, in an effort to reduce the tension, started talking about the woman at Phoebe's funeral.
"So, let me just make sure I've got this straight," Darryl started, "A strange woman shows up, touches a vase, has a premonition, and runs off?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Piper said.
"That doesn't make sense. Why would she run off?" Darryl asked.
"I don't know," Piper sighed, "That's why we have to find her. When she had the premonition, something seemed.. off. Like she didn't know she was a witch, almost."
"Maybe she didn't." Victor suggested.
"It's possible." Prue chimed in. "I mean, we didn't know, until Phoebe found the book. Hell, even after that, we didn't believe her." She looked down, staring at the floor. It hurt her to remember how caustically she'd brushed Phoebe off those first few weeks. Victor hugged her, trying to comfort her.
"So how do we find her?" Cole asked.
Just then, the Book of Shadows started flipping on its own. It stopped at the spell to summon the dead. Prue immedeately thought of her sister. "Maybe Phoebe knew her? I mean, they could've met in class or something."
"But we knew most of Phoebe's college friends." Piper countered. "Didn't we?"
"One way to find out." Prue said, moving toward the book. Prue didn't especially want to find this woman, but she'd take any excuse she could get to see her sister again. She pulled Piper to the book, and they said the spell together. There was a flash of light. They looked up, expecting to see their little sister...
...and were greatly disappointed when Grams appeared instead.
"Grams, where's Phoebe?" Piper demanded.
"She's allright. She's with your mother." Grams answered. "I know what you're going to ask. The answer is, you can't see her because you aren't ready."
"Of course we aren't ready." Prue snapped. "How the hell were we supposed to be ready for something like this?"
"I know, darling, I know," Grams soothed. Prue just glared at her, fighting back tears. "You'll be allowed to see her soon enough, I promise. In the meantime, there must be a reason for you to summon me."
Piper told her what had happened at the funeral, with help from Darryl, Victor, and Cole, who had all heard this at least twice. Prue stayed silent, focusing on not letting herself break down.
Grams listened quietly while the others talked. Once they'd finished, she looked upward. "Patty!" she called. "Patty, we've got to tell them."
"Tell us what?" Piper asked. "Grams, tell us what?"
"We know who the woman you saw is." came Patty's voice. She appeared next to Grams.
"Mom," Prue breathed. "Mom, who is she?"
Patty looked at her mother. Grams nodded, and Patty took a breath. "She's your older sister."