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Chapter 3
"Phoebe," Paige began hesitantly, "You need to think about this. Sometime when you've had more sleep and you're thinking clearly-"
"I don't…need sleep," Phoebe said, gritting her teeth in exasperation at what Paige was sure had been her own anticipated response. "I'm thinking perfectly clear."
"Phoebe, it's against all the natural laws-"
"There was nothing natural about our sister being shot," (A/N-this will be explained in later chapters in a flashback) she cut her off. "And I am going to do this, whether you think I should or not. So there's really only one thing I need to know." She looked up at her younger sister and held her gaze. "Are you with me?"
Paige sighed, suppressing the urge to yell at her, to tell her how ridiculous and wrong this was. How dangerous. Her lips tightened into a thin line before she spoke. "It takes a very talented and experienced witch to-"
"And we possess both qualities. Are you with me?" Phoebe demanded again, this time more desperate. She gave her the Look. The one that usually meant 'thanks for the advice, now stop being a Whitelighter and be my sister.' "It's either help me or get the hell out of my way."
Paige stared at her, a little taken aback. Phoebe arched a dark eyebrow at her in silent question. "Alright," Paige agreed. "I'll help. But only so you don't end up accidentally turning yourself into a monkey or something."
"Okay then," Phoebe said, sitting back in her chair. "We go tomorrow night."
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"I've got a really bad feeling about this," Paige told her sister, her eyes darting around warily as Phoebe weaved her way deftly through the headstones.
"Paige," Phoebe stopped suddenly and spun around on her heel to face her. "I can do this."
"It's a difficult spell, Phoebe," Paige reminded her "There's no guarantee that…" She took a breath, collecting herself. "Piper may not be like she was."
"And that's why we didn't tell Cole and Leo. They wouldn't trust me in this." She paused here, studying the younger woman in the moonlight. "Do you?"
"Of course I trust you, I just…" Paige trailed off. "I'm not sure you understand exactly what we're getting ourselves into here. You're delving pretty deep in the black arts, Phoebe."
Ignoring this comment, Phoebe turned and continued walking purposefully through the cemetery.
She eventually came to a stop in front of one of the many tombstones and kneeled beside it. Paige walked up behind her and stared at the triquetra engraved in the limestone.
Piper Halliwell
Beloved Wife and Sister
1974 - 2006
Paige felt tears well up in her eyes and she immediately blinked them away, ever aware that Phoebe was fragile at the moment. The last thing they needed was to get her emotions worked up when she was one of the key players in the spell. She silently knelt beside her.
Phoebe began pulling various supplies out of the sack she had brought with them; a chalice, an athame, three black candles. Paige watched her scoop some of the earth from the grave into the ornamental glass, then set it aside in favor of the knife. Without even saying anything as far as warning, she grabbed Paige's hand and pricked the tip of her index finger. Paige knew better than to cry out. Phoebe performed the same action on her self, then set the athame aside and forced a drop of blood from her finger into the soil in the chalice, glancing briefly at her sister in a silent order to follow her lead.
As Phoebe set to work positioning the candles, Paige reluctantly pulled the spell they had used many times from her pocket and handed it to her older sister with trembling fingers.
"Phoebe," she began hesitantly. "Last chance." Phoebe's gaze turned from the candles to her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Phoebe's eyes shifted back to the tombstone pensively and she didn't answer for several moments. "I'm sure."
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