Chapter 8

The next morning, Prue stumbled tiredly into the kitchen. She hadn't gotten much sleep after her confrontation with her brother. Speaking of Chris, he had orbed out, and no one knew where he was.

"Morning Prue," Paige said.

"Morning," Prue replied. "Ah! Too sunny!"

"You look like you didn't sleep at all," Phoebe said.

"I didn't sleep," Prue said.

"Why?" Piper asked.

Prue looked around at her mother and aunts. She had to tell them. It was now or never.

"Guys, I haven't been completely honest with you," Prue said.

Phoebe looked at her sisters. What was Prue talking about?

"I know more about this situation than what I've told you," Prue began. "And there are other things about me that you need to know."

"What are you talking about?" Piper asked.

"The Renegade Whitelighter from the future, one of them, is my twin brother. He was the one who fell for a witch," Prue continued. "And that Whitelighter is Chris."

"Chris?" Paige exclaimed. "You mean the Whitelighter that is our Whitelighter?"

"Yeah," Prue said. "And that's not all."

"Oh boy," Phoebe said. "I have a feeling I should be sitting down for this one."

"All of you should," Prue replied. Piper and Paige reluctantly sat down too. "Piper, I'm your daughter."

Phoebe and Paige looked at Piper. Piper was sitting there, trying to grasp the fact.

"So, if you're her daughter, then you're our niece?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah," Prue replied.

"That is so cool," Paige said.

"Wait a minute," Piper said. "Prue, you said Chris is your twin brother. Then that makes him my son."

"Unfortunately, yes," Prue replied.

"I need an aspirin," Piper replied. She got up and took one.

"Who are the other Whitelighters?" Phoebe asked.

"Brandon is the oldest. Then it's Mike, Luke, and Aaron," Prue responded.

Piper wasn't finished yet. "That makes Wyatt an Elder. And him, Leo, and you all order Chris to die. That's it! I'm giving up on soap operas!"

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"So Chris trapped Leo in that 2-D prison?" Paige asked.

"Yeah," Prue answered. "By doing that, he thought that would prevent Leo from being in the future. He's also here to kill me and Wyatt."

"But you're not born yet," Phoebe said. "If I can guess, the baby, or in this case, babies Piper is carrying are you and Chris."

"Joyous," Piper muttered. "Not that I'm thrilled to have you as my daughter Prue, but I don't want to be carrying a murderer."

"How do we break the spell their under?" Paige asked.

"We have to kill Davarclin," Prue said. "It's the only way."

"Where's Davarclin though?" Piper asked.

"I have no idea," Prue answered. "All I do know is that he's here in the past."

"We can scry for them," Phoebe said. "Lets go."

Once in the attic, Phoebe got out the map, sting, and crystal.

"Prue, do you have anything of that we can use for this?" Phoebe asked.

Prue shook her head. "Sorry, no."

"Just try scrying for demonic activity," Piper suggested.

Phoebe did. "Got one!"

"We have been all over San Francisco," Paige said three hours later. "We've vanquished like twenty demons, but none of them have been Davarclin."

"We're not giving up yet," Phoebe said.

"Phoebe, it's late," Piper said.

"I'm all for finding them, but it is getting tiring," Prue added.

"Fine," Phoebe replied. "Paige, you stay here. Prue and Piper, orb home and make sure Wyatt is okay."

Prue took Piper's hand, and they orbed out.

Phoebe turned to Paige. "We've got a demon to find."

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"I think I got 'em," Phoebe said two hours later.

"You said that twenty minutes and five vanquishes ago," Paige groaned.

"Well," Phoebe said. "At least there is a lot less demonic activity here than there was five hours ago. Let's get going."

Phoebe led Paige into a dark, abandoned warehouse.

"This is where our little friends decided to hold camp?" Paige questioned.

Suddenly, Paige and Phoebe were grabbed from behind, and knocked out.