Charmed Macbeth.
A/N: Just pretend Leo doesn't exist, ok? He got in the way of the plot, so I got rid of him.
Chapter Two.
Prue, Piper and Phoebe sat around the table eating tea. 'This is good, Piper,' Prue complimented.
Piper smiled. She did most of the cooking in the Halliwell household, as Prue was busy at work and Phoebe had trouble making something as simple as toast. 'Thanks Prue.'
'So, how was everyone's say?' Prue asked.
'Pretty average.' Piper replied. 'I.' Phoebe didn't hear her answer. She was too busy planning her evil deed.
'Phoebe?'
Phoebe looked up to see her sisters looking at her. 'Huh? Oh, great. And hey, Prue? I won't kill you in your sleep tonight, you know?'
'That's great', Pre grinned. Then she frowned, looking suspicious. Phoebe's heart raced - Prue mush have figured out her plan. Prue opened her mouth and spoke.
'Phoebe, your eyes are pink.'
'Contacts', Phoebe squeaked, relieved.
'Well I'm off down to the darkroom. See you guys later.' Prue stood up and carried her dishes to the sink, and left.
'You seem distracted,' Piper said to Phoebe.
'I've been thinking of a premonition I had. I was a really powerful witch. The most powerful of all of us.'
Piper frowned slightly. Why should Phoebe get to be the most powerful? 'What about me? Was I in the premonition?'
'Ooh, yes, you were the second most powerful!' Phoebe said. Since Prue was dead, she thought to herself.
'I don't think I can do it.' Phoebe stood in front of her older self who was wolfing down some of the dinner Phoebe had snuck her.
'This is delicious! I haven't tasted Piper's cooking in fifty years now! Sorry - did you say something?'
'I don't think I can kill Prue.' she repeated.
'You idiot!'
Phoebe's lip quivered. 'Don't be mean!'
Old Phoebe rolled her eyes. 'Remember that sparkly crown!'
Phoebe's eyes lit up. 'Yes! Away, and mock the time with fairest show: false face must hide what the false heart doth know.'
A/N: Just pretend Leo doesn't exist, ok? He got in the way of the plot, so I got rid of him.
Chapter Two.
Prue, Piper and Phoebe sat around the table eating tea. 'This is good, Piper,' Prue complimented.
Piper smiled. She did most of the cooking in the Halliwell household, as Prue was busy at work and Phoebe had trouble making something as simple as toast. 'Thanks Prue.'
'So, how was everyone's say?' Prue asked.
'Pretty average.' Piper replied. 'I.' Phoebe didn't hear her answer. She was too busy planning her evil deed.
'Phoebe?'
Phoebe looked up to see her sisters looking at her. 'Huh? Oh, great. And hey, Prue? I won't kill you in your sleep tonight, you know?'
'That's great', Pre grinned. Then she frowned, looking suspicious. Phoebe's heart raced - Prue mush have figured out her plan. Prue opened her mouth and spoke.
'Phoebe, your eyes are pink.'
'Contacts', Phoebe squeaked, relieved.
'Well I'm off down to the darkroom. See you guys later.' Prue stood up and carried her dishes to the sink, and left.
'You seem distracted,' Piper said to Phoebe.
'I've been thinking of a premonition I had. I was a really powerful witch. The most powerful of all of us.'
Piper frowned slightly. Why should Phoebe get to be the most powerful? 'What about me? Was I in the premonition?'
'Ooh, yes, you were the second most powerful!' Phoebe said. Since Prue was dead, she thought to herself.
'I don't think I can do it.' Phoebe stood in front of her older self who was wolfing down some of the dinner Phoebe had snuck her.
'This is delicious! I haven't tasted Piper's cooking in fifty years now! Sorry - did you say something?'
'I don't think I can kill Prue.' she repeated.
'You idiot!'
Phoebe's lip quivered. 'Don't be mean!'
Old Phoebe rolled her eyes. 'Remember that sparkly crown!'
Phoebe's eyes lit up. 'Yes! Away, and mock the time with fairest show: false face must hide what the false heart doth know.'