Firstly, I would like to apologise for the time it's taken me to update. You see, just after the last update, we had this huge fight with our service provider.....ie; they made outrageous demands and we told them to stuff it. So, I've spent the last two weeks working on getting online.

So, anyway.......thanks again for the reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter.....and look out for a certain tall, blue eyed demon, appearing in a story near you soon.........(he's coming, honest;) )


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Prue tapped her foot, waiting for the elevator to get to their level. It seemed to be taking forever. Finally it pinged, the doors opening slowly. She got in, watching as Leo and Piper followed, before
Leo pushed the right button for the floor that their innocent was on.

After the short ride up, they exited onto the appropriate level, making their way to the right room.
Leo knocked on the door.

"John?"

There was no answer, and Prue motioned Leo out of the way before opening the door with her powers. It flew open so forcefully that it banged into the wall, and Prue moved forward, determination in her stride, only to stop short at the scene in front of her.

A man lay on the floor, his blond hair tousled and a nasty looking cut on his forehed. There were signs of a struggle, with several pieces of furniture laying overturned and broken. But it was the large scorch mark that covered part of the wall and spread down onto the carpet, that caught her attention.

Leo moved past Prue, rushing over to the unconscious man on the floor. He positioned his hands over his head, and white light began to shine down. The cut on his head began to shrink, before disapearing, completely healed. "John?" Leo asked again.

The man that Leo called John began to stir, opening his eyes and groaning slightly. "Leo?"

The Whitelighter took hold of John's arm, helping him up. "John, what happened?"

The man shook his head a little, looking up. "Who are they?" he asked instead of answering.

"This is Prue and Piper.....the witches I told you about."

"Hi," he greeted. The two woman nodded at him. "Er.....Estad, he shimmered in here, and he threw an energy bolt at me....I jumped out of the way, but I hit my head on the way down. When I could see clearly again, someone else was here."

"What?" Prue asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Yeah....at first I thought it was another demon, but he actually fought the one who attacked me."

"Did you see him? What did he look like?" Prue asked, this time eagerly.

"Prue," Piper said, a warning note in her voice.

"Piper, this could be the chance we've been looking for to find out who this guy is. What did you see?"

"Er....he was tall.......of course, I was on the floor and concussed at the time. Knew how to handle himself.....but I don't know what he looks like, his face was covered."

"Damn," Prue muttered.

"Well, we're just glad you're safe," Piper put in, shooting a look at Prue.

"That may be," added Leo. "But I'll need to take you somewhere else.....just in case. Is there anywhere you can think of?"

John thought for a moment. "I do know one place.....a friend of a friend has a place somewhere.....and she aleady knows about my involvement in the craft."

"Good....I'll take you there and then meet you guys at home, okay?"

Piper nodded, nudging Prue. "Yeah," said the startled sister. "And we're very glad you're okay."

"Thank you," John said, as Leo moved closer to him, taking his arm and orbing him out.

"C'mon, Prue," Piper said, putting her arm around her sister and propelling her out of the door.
But she couldn't resist. "Hey, you know that John? He was kinda cute, huh?"

"Piper," Prue warned.


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Piper shook her head, following her sisters pacing with her eyes.

"Prue, can you *please* stop and sit down, you're making me dizzy."

Prue turned her gaze to Piper. "No, Piper. We have to figure out who it is interfering with our protecting innocents."

Piper squinted. "Why? I mean....whoever it is, has been *saving* lives......helping us out. How is that bad?"

"What's going to happen when his *helping* costs an innocent's life? I mean, we don't even know what this guy's agenda is."

Piper growled in frustration. "You know what, Prue? I think you're makin' a big deal about this to distract yourself."

Prue turned away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No?" Piper walked up to Prue, standing directly in front of her. "Let me give you a hint. Next week.....next week is Phoebe's birthday."

Prue crossed her arms defensively. "I haven't forgotten, Piper. I couldn't," she added quietly.

Piper nodded, feeling her eyes sting a little at the thought of her sister, even though it had been a year since her death.
"I miss her too, Prue. I -- I never thought that I'd get through it...... but I did. *We* did, together. I thought -- I thought we agreed to mourn with each other."

Prue's lower lip trembled slightly as she crossed her arms even tighter. "Yeah, Piper. But you didn't get her killed."

Piper's mouth opened, but no sound escaped. Throwing her hands up in frustration, she turned and stormed from the Sunroom.

"Piper!" Prue called after her.

"No!" Piper cried, spinning around. "I am sick of that! I thought we were past your guilt. It wasn't your fault, Prue, accept it!"

"You weren't there Piper."

"No. I didn't see it happen, I wasn't there to help and I didn't get to say good bye....I came in after it was over.....so how does that make me any less guilty than you?"

Before Prue could answer, Leo orbed in. Sensing the high emotions between the two sisters, he decided that it would be wise to tread carefully.

"Is.....everything okay?"

Prue took a deep breath. "Yes, everything's fine." She ignored Piper's look. "What's up?"

"Oh....sorry to recruit you again so soon, but the Elders have gotten wind of a new threat.....it involves
the Anarm."

"Anarm?"Prue asked.

"Yes, a mystical object that supposedly can grant you your heart's desire."

"Really?" Piper asked. "Does it work?"

"I don't know. But we can't risk it falling into evil hands......especially the evil hands of the Warlock trying to steal it."

Piper frowned. "What else haven't you told us?"

Leo looked at them both seriously before answering. "The Elders think that whoever it is that has been helping --"

"Butting in," Prue muttered.

" -- These innocents, may turn up.....probably trying to stop the Warlock."

Prue nodded. "Alright....er, we need to know the Warlock's name and when the attempt will be made."

"The Warlock's name is Calen. And the Elders are pretty sure that the attempt will be made tonight, at a mausoleum in the cemetary."

"Mausoleum?" Piper asked.

"Yes.....it's the only place really stable enough to house the sphere's energy. As soon as the warlock takes it out of that environment, the energy will seep out into the nearest thing capable of absorbing it's magical properties....."

"Like the Warlock," Prue supplied.

"Exactly."

"Okay then," she said. "Piper, can you check in the Book, see if this guy shows up....which mausoleum, Leo?"

"The George family crypt......Philip George was one of the most powerful witches of his time......when he died, his relatives buried the sphere with him."

"Wait," Piper put in. "We won't have to....dig him up, right?"

Leo supressed a smile. "When I say buried with him, I don't mean literally.....it was placed in a secret hiding hole, one that I just happen to know the location of."

"Great, then Piper?"

"Alright, alright," she said, walking past Prue. "I'm on Book duty....."

She went to the stairs, jokingly grumbling under her breath all the way. But she *would* get Prue to talk. She would.


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