Charmed Macbeth

Chapter Eight.

'No you're not.'

'Huh?' Paige looked around. 'Who said tha - augh!'

Prue and Piper stood in front of her, alive! 'I am the most powerful Charmed one. Always have been, always will be. And Piper here is second most powerful. But you can be third, Prue added kindly. 'After all, you did avenge our deaths.'

'But-'

'Take it or leave it.'

Paige sighed. 'I guess I can live with that.'

'Good' Piper said.

'But - you guys are dead!'

Prue gasped and put her hand to her mouth. 'We're not?'

'Never!' Piper cried.

Paige stomped her foot. 'Don't mock me!'

Piper laughed. 'I'm sorry.'

'I'm not.' Said Prue. 'Look, didn't you read Macbeth in high school? The king's son ends up king. Since I have no kids, the elders send me back.'

'Oh.' Was all Paige could think of to say.

'Come on,' Piper said. 'Let's go and do some warm and fuzzy sisterly bonding.

And so they did.