Part Four

Neve was furiously flicking through the book of shadows. She hated doing the bookwork; it was always so boring, long and half the time useless. This time it was even worse since book was only half the size that it should be. So much must have been added in the last twenty years. Neve smiled at the thought of fighting demons, actually been able to fight out against something she believed in without being dismissed.

She slammed the book shut it, and collapsed onto a chair. It should be Paris working up here; she was the one with the passive power. Neve ran her hands through her hair and pulled her knees up onto the chair.

Phoebe stood in the door looking at her niece. "I take it, it's not going too well."

Neve shook her head, "its half the size it should be and there's not index yet."

"You mean someone actually got around to indexing it," Phoebe said with a smile as she took a seat next to Neve.

"Yeah, mom said you did it when you were pregnant with Paris."

"Well someone needs too, so I'll have to remember to do that in 18 months." Phoebe tipped Neve face to look at her. "So you going to tell me anything about the future? Are Coldplay still selling great albums?"

"Cold who?"

"There a British band, their actually very good. You should check them out when you get back, I'm sure your mom will still have the CD." Phoebe let out a half sigh, half laugh. "I guess I ramble as much as Piper and Paige. You know she's pretty upset downstairs."

"Yeah, I guess I should have said it."

Phoebe stopped for a moment examined her niece's face. "You must have said it for a reason. Do you want to tell me about, I won't even make you wait a couple of weeks to get a reply in the newspaper."

Neve looked at Phoebe with a half smile, had her aunt just tried to make a very bad joke. "I guess I'm just as screwed up as everyone things. Mom never knew my dad; it was just a one-night stand and her new husband, Stuart. Well he's a total loser and doesn't have a good word for me always blaming me for everything."

"It sounds complicated, not like your screwed up at all." Phoebe smiled, "But the best way to get through those complications is to talk about it. Your mom will understand, she made a couple of mistakes herself as a teenager."

"Really?"

* * *

Paris was still sitting on a chair recovering from her premonition. Premonitions always hit her hard and took her a few minutes to get over them. She looked up to see her cousin pacing around. Paris smiled and sighed, Melinda always worried too much, she was a complete perfectionist. That girl who not settle for anything less than an A* on a test, she was amazed how Steve put up with it, she was always in the library.

Melinda looked down at her cousin. There was only two months difference in age between the two of them, but with everything else they were so different. Paris always took things in her stride. She was always out on the social scene and as a cheerleader she was always at some type of party. It was these differences the reasons why they argued so much and also got on so well.

Melinda smiled at her cousin, "Are you okay now?"

"Yeah, okay and ready."

"What do you mean ready? What going through that mind of yours?"

"That we have all the knowledge, your firepower, my spells, so we go and sort it all out." Paris told her getting to her feet.

Melinda grabbed her cousin's shoulder. "What are you mad? I know we've got to sort this out. But we've barely touched the edge of the iceberg here. It's suicide to go it alone!"

"Well its better than the alternative," Paris said as she knocked Melinda arm off her shoulder. "Look Mel, we came back here to sort this out, to save our worlds, not to get our parents involved and end up messing up our future by changing time. Now Neve's messed up, I mean everything that has happened to her not just today, but over with everything in the last couple of years, we can deal with this in her mood swings. And Wyatt, well you know your brother! He's just going to say no, and talk things through with our parents and check a million times with the elders. And they never give you a straight answer, so we're back to square one." Paris smiled briefly, "So lets go it alone."

Melinda sat down on the same seat Paris had recovered from her premonition on before. "I just don't know."

Paris made her way to head down the driveway, turned her head over her shoulder and flashed a quick grin. "I'm going, so it's either on my own with just my premonition and general know how or the both of us are going together.

* * *

The hooded figure that had emerged from the fire was walking around a dark cave It was looking a feeling ever part of it's new body. Running his left hand through the fingers on its right, the hooded figure smiled, walked out of the cave into a dimly lit park and looked up at the sun through the clouds.

The figure clicked its figures and after the short sharp sound another hooded figure joined him. On seeing his master the second hooded figure fell to his knees and bowed his head.

The first figure looked down at the second figure in a dismissive fashion before speaking in a low deep voice. "I want everything about Paige Matthews and the Halliwell brats that have travelled back to stop me."