Disclaimer: No, I don't own Charmed. Hey, it disappoints me as much as it does you. lol. Seriously though, I would have done some things a lot differently if I'd owned the show...anyways. That's my disclaimer and I'm stickin' to it! (In case you were wondering, no I don't do drugs, yes I really am THAT weird!!!:P)
AN: Ok, a couple of new reviewers, aw I feel loved!
HalliwellGirls: I'm touched by your review, like I told SnOsBuNnY, I didn't think I could evoke that kind of emotion...so it really really encourages me to hear that. Thank you SO much! About the Paige dying thing....you'll see.
heyhun: thank you for the review, its good to know you are reading!
Daisy: Look, you got an AN!!! lol Thanks for taking the time to read and review, means a lot!
wAnNaBpIpEr: Did Phoebe redeem herself to you in the last chapter? She was being kind of...yeah. I guess you know, huh?
CharmingTess: I know, I've never personally liked the Elders much, if you didn't know that already...Even if I AM the Elders in this, doesn't mean I have to like Them! I know, it really isn't fair for Paige not to get to be around to know them Read on, I might surprise you. I'm thankful I don't have to bribe for comments now! :)
Starring Piper: Your review made me smile, thanks for all your support. *gives lotz of cookies* That's just because I love ya...lol
Phoebe looked lovingly on her sleeping sisters. Piper had her head on Paige's stomach, looking peaceful in her slumber. Paige had her hand in Piper's hair, and her other arm across Phoebe's abdomen. Nudging her hand gently, she removed herself carefully from the bed and glanced over at Prue. Prue's head was resting on her hand. She was sleeping, despite the odd and uncomfortable position. Smiling, she kissed Paige's forehead, the Piper. Deciding against doing the same to Prue, for fear of waking her, she quietly slipped out of the room. She pressed her hand against the door as it closed, shutting with a small click. For a minute, she rested her forehead against the door, preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do, then she turned and walked, determined, back to the bathroom she'd earlier fought with her sisters in. She checked the stalls, assuring herself that she was alone.
"Ok, you can do this," she whispered to herself with more confidence than she felt, "Leo!" Flashing blue lights filled the room as Leo orbed in.
"Phoebe, are you OK? Where are we, where's your sisters?," he asked, questioning her rapidly.
"I'm fine...but Paige isn't," she told him, her voice cracking with emotion. Leo looked confused, then worried.
"What's happened?," he demanded.
"Sh-she has a rare brain disease," she choked out, forcing back her tears and taking a deep, steadying breath. Leo waited for her to continue. "I need you to orb to the attic at the Manor," she said urgently.
"Phoebe, you know you can't use magic to heal her," Leo reprimanded.
"That isn't what I have in mind. Just take me, Leo, it's pointless to argue. I've made up my mind," she ordered firmly, falling back on what she had learned from Prue. Bossiness. (AN: no offense, Prue fans, I happen to be one myself. You know she's bossy!) Leo stared at her, debating whether or not she was sane enough to make decisions. She met his eye steadily. Finally, he looked away and nodded. She placed her hand in his.
"Thanks Leo," she said, then felt herself being swept away. The feeling of light airiness lasted only a few seconds, then they were in the attic. She trudged over to the alter that held the book, and busied herself with flipping through the pages.
"What are you looking for Phoebe? I thought we'd agreed you couldn't use magic to save her," he implored, frustrated with her silence. Phoebe merely waved a hand at him, indicating that he needed to leave her alone. Running her hand down a page, she smiled her satisfaction.
"Got it!," she proclaimed triumphantlyl. She grabbed a nearby notebook and pen and jotted down the spell, stuffing it in her pocket when she completed it. "Alright, Leo, let's get back to the hospital," she urged, running to him and grabbing his arm. Leo sighed and did as he was told.
"Phoebe," he started, but she raced past him.
"No time to talk now," she called over her shoulder, disappearing. He stared at the empty space she'd been occupied. Maybe the Elders would know something...
Phoebe stepped quietly into room 204, closing the door gently behind her. She took a hesitant step towards Paige, then, making up her mind, she quickened her step. She reached out to grab Paige's hand. It felt warm and solid. She tightened her grip slightly, reminding herself why she was doing what she was doing.
"What's mine is yours, What's yours is mine, Let this sickness cross the line, I offer up this gift to share, Switch this illness through the air," she whispered softly, improvising when needed. She didn't feel any different, but then, Paige had seemed normal to them too. Until everything went wrong, she had seemed perfectly healthy.
"Phoebe, what did you just do?," Prue demanded, startling Phoebe.
"I...I, nothing. Why?," she stammered, struggling to keep her face blank. Prue jumped out of her chair, rushing over to her sister.
"What kind of spell was that, Phoebe?," she asked, getting control of her terror. "Busted," Phoebe thought to herself.
"It was...I just did what I had to, Prue," she told her adamantly. Prue's eyes widened. Her fears had been confirmed.
"Why?," she pleaded gently, "Why would you do this?" Phoebe felt a lump in her throat, and stayed silent for a moment, holding back her tears.
"You were always the one to risk your life for us, I wanted to make you proud...I wanted to be the big sister. Paige deserves to live," she answered quietly. Prue hugged her fiercely, as if she was afraid to let go.
"We have to reverse the spell," she told her. Phoebe jerked away from her.
"No," she said firmly, "I won't sign her death certificate, no matter what you say." Prue closed her eyes against the pain coursing through. How did she make one sister kill the other? She couldn't, woudn't make that decision. If Phoebe didn't reverse the magic, then she would die. If she did, Paige would die. What kind of choice was that?
"You stupid, stubborn...," she said through tears, pulling her into another embrace. Phoebe leaned into her, taking comfort in her older sister. The fear hadn't settled in yet. She was still numb, not totally sure of what she had done to herself.
"I love her Prue, I had to," she insisted. Prue nodded. She knew the feeling only too well. So many times she had chosen them over herself, so many times had she told herself that she had to. It didn't help to know that she herself would have done the same thing. The fact remained that she was losing one of her sisters.
Doctor Stephens blinked, confused at what he was seeing. The name on the records changed. It didn't say Paige Matthews, it said Phoebe Halliwell. He shook his head, making sure he hadn't imagined it. Then, all memories of Ms. Matthews was erased, and his head was filled with the name Phoebe. "Ok, Ms. Halliwell, what are we going to do for you?," he whispered to himself. Her case was hopeless, but he couldn't accept that. Something had to be done, right? He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him differently.
Paige awoke with a start, gasping. She'd been dreaming that she was in a hospital, dying...looking around, she realized that it wasn't just a dream and all of it rushed back at her. "Paige," Prue said, stepping away from Phoebe.
"Paige, I have something to tell you...," Phoebe started, making her way to the side of the bed.
"Brace yourself," Prue told her gently, then shook Piper awake.
"What? What's wrong?," Piper asked, sitting up quickly.
"I did something that you both should know about," Phoebe said in a small voice.
AN: Ok, a couple of new reviewers, aw I feel loved!
HalliwellGirls: I'm touched by your review, like I told SnOsBuNnY, I didn't think I could evoke that kind of emotion...so it really really encourages me to hear that. Thank you SO much! About the Paige dying thing....you'll see.
heyhun: thank you for the review, its good to know you are reading!
Daisy: Look, you got an AN!!! lol Thanks for taking the time to read and review, means a lot!
wAnNaBpIpEr: Did Phoebe redeem herself to you in the last chapter? She was being kind of...yeah. I guess you know, huh?
CharmingTess: I know, I've never personally liked the Elders much, if you didn't know that already...Even if I AM the Elders in this, doesn't mean I have to like Them! I know, it really isn't fair for Paige not to get to be around to know them Read on, I might surprise you. I'm thankful I don't have to bribe for comments now! :)
Starring Piper: Your review made me smile, thanks for all your support. *gives lotz of cookies* That's just because I love ya...lol
Phoebe looked lovingly on her sleeping sisters. Piper had her head on Paige's stomach, looking peaceful in her slumber. Paige had her hand in Piper's hair, and her other arm across Phoebe's abdomen. Nudging her hand gently, she removed herself carefully from the bed and glanced over at Prue. Prue's head was resting on her hand. She was sleeping, despite the odd and uncomfortable position. Smiling, she kissed Paige's forehead, the Piper. Deciding against doing the same to Prue, for fear of waking her, she quietly slipped out of the room. She pressed her hand against the door as it closed, shutting with a small click. For a minute, she rested her forehead against the door, preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do, then she turned and walked, determined, back to the bathroom she'd earlier fought with her sisters in. She checked the stalls, assuring herself that she was alone.
"Ok, you can do this," she whispered to herself with more confidence than she felt, "Leo!" Flashing blue lights filled the room as Leo orbed in.
"Phoebe, are you OK? Where are we, where's your sisters?," he asked, questioning her rapidly.
"I'm fine...but Paige isn't," she told him, her voice cracking with emotion. Leo looked confused, then worried.
"What's happened?," he demanded.
"Sh-she has a rare brain disease," she choked out, forcing back her tears and taking a deep, steadying breath. Leo waited for her to continue. "I need you to orb to the attic at the Manor," she said urgently.
"Phoebe, you know you can't use magic to heal her," Leo reprimanded.
"That isn't what I have in mind. Just take me, Leo, it's pointless to argue. I've made up my mind," she ordered firmly, falling back on what she had learned from Prue. Bossiness. (AN: no offense, Prue fans, I happen to be one myself. You know she's bossy!) Leo stared at her, debating whether or not she was sane enough to make decisions. She met his eye steadily. Finally, he looked away and nodded. She placed her hand in his.
"Thanks Leo," she said, then felt herself being swept away. The feeling of light airiness lasted only a few seconds, then they were in the attic. She trudged over to the alter that held the book, and busied herself with flipping through the pages.
"What are you looking for Phoebe? I thought we'd agreed you couldn't use magic to save her," he implored, frustrated with her silence. Phoebe merely waved a hand at him, indicating that he needed to leave her alone. Running her hand down a page, she smiled her satisfaction.
"Got it!," she proclaimed triumphantlyl. She grabbed a nearby notebook and pen and jotted down the spell, stuffing it in her pocket when she completed it. "Alright, Leo, let's get back to the hospital," she urged, running to him and grabbing his arm. Leo sighed and did as he was told.
"Phoebe," he started, but she raced past him.
"No time to talk now," she called over her shoulder, disappearing. He stared at the empty space she'd been occupied. Maybe the Elders would know something...
Phoebe stepped quietly into room 204, closing the door gently behind her. She took a hesitant step towards Paige, then, making up her mind, she quickened her step. She reached out to grab Paige's hand. It felt warm and solid. She tightened her grip slightly, reminding herself why she was doing what she was doing.
"What's mine is yours, What's yours is mine, Let this sickness cross the line, I offer up this gift to share, Switch this illness through the air," she whispered softly, improvising when needed. She didn't feel any different, but then, Paige had seemed normal to them too. Until everything went wrong, she had seemed perfectly healthy.
"Phoebe, what did you just do?," Prue demanded, startling Phoebe.
"I...I, nothing. Why?," she stammered, struggling to keep her face blank. Prue jumped out of her chair, rushing over to her sister.
"What kind of spell was that, Phoebe?," she asked, getting control of her terror. "Busted," Phoebe thought to herself.
"It was...I just did what I had to, Prue," she told her adamantly. Prue's eyes widened. Her fears had been confirmed.
"Why?," she pleaded gently, "Why would you do this?" Phoebe felt a lump in her throat, and stayed silent for a moment, holding back her tears.
"You were always the one to risk your life for us, I wanted to make you proud...I wanted to be the big sister. Paige deserves to live," she answered quietly. Prue hugged her fiercely, as if she was afraid to let go.
"We have to reverse the spell," she told her. Phoebe jerked away from her.
"No," she said firmly, "I won't sign her death certificate, no matter what you say." Prue closed her eyes against the pain coursing through. How did she make one sister kill the other? She couldn't, woudn't make that decision. If Phoebe didn't reverse the magic, then she would die. If she did, Paige would die. What kind of choice was that?
"You stupid, stubborn...," she said through tears, pulling her into another embrace. Phoebe leaned into her, taking comfort in her older sister. The fear hadn't settled in yet. She was still numb, not totally sure of what she had done to herself.
"I love her Prue, I had to," she insisted. Prue nodded. She knew the feeling only too well. So many times she had chosen them over herself, so many times had she told herself that she had to. It didn't help to know that she herself would have done the same thing. The fact remained that she was losing one of her sisters.
Doctor Stephens blinked, confused at what he was seeing. The name on the records changed. It didn't say Paige Matthews, it said Phoebe Halliwell. He shook his head, making sure he hadn't imagined it. Then, all memories of Ms. Matthews was erased, and his head was filled with the name Phoebe. "Ok, Ms. Halliwell, what are we going to do for you?," he whispered to himself. Her case was hopeless, but he couldn't accept that. Something had to be done, right? He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him differently.
Paige awoke with a start, gasping. She'd been dreaming that she was in a hospital, dying...looking around, she realized that it wasn't just a dream and all of it rushed back at her. "Paige," Prue said, stepping away from Phoebe.
"Paige, I have something to tell you...," Phoebe started, making her way to the side of the bed.
"Brace yourself," Prue told her gently, then shook Piper awake.
"What? What's wrong?," Piper asked, sitting up quickly.
"I did something that you both should know about," Phoebe said in a small voice.