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"What in the world?" Grams whispered, as she appeared in the attic. She watched the small child investigate the attic. As Patty appeared beside her, she cast an irritated look in her daughter's direction.
"Patty dear, who is that? Did you not teach the girls the same thing I taught you, never to let their children play in the attic?" Patty's eyes rested on the dark head, and then the little girl turned around, and looked straight up at the two spirits, unblinkingly.
"Prue?" Patty said, in disbelief. Prue stared at her Mommy. Why was Mommy all in white, and why was Grams floating above the floor? She did the only thing Prue knew how to do really well other than her powers, she opened her mouth, and screamed.
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"I'm home," Paige called, as the scream resonated in the Victorian manor. She dropped her bags, and raced up the stairs, to the attic. Piper stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. A small girl was stood in the middle of the attic, screaming her head off.
"Uh, what the hell is happening here?" Paige asked, pushing past her sister, who oddly wasn't doing anything about the kid in the attic, and walked over to the girl. She crouched so she was on eye level.
"Heya, sweetie. What's your name?" she asked, conversationally. Prue stopped screaming, but her expression was sceptical.
"Prue Halliwell," she answered, lifting her chin, her blue eyes defensive. Paige frowned, puzzled.
"Uh, Piper, I thought Prue was your sister. Your older sister," she emphasised, standing up.
"She is," a disgruntled voice said from the corner. "Hello Paige." Paige turned around, folding her arms.
"Okay, I'm now very confused. Grams, do you know anything about this? And-" Paige broke off as she took in the other figure. "Mom?"
"Would someone mind telling me exactly why I was summoned here, and how Prue, aged roughly around four is currently in our attic, that, Prudence Halliwell," Grams focused a stern gaze on the little girl, who looked sheepish, "Has always been off limits?" Prue dead, aged in her twenties, or not, Grams was not the sort of Grams to let her granddaughters flout the rules.
"I have no idea," Paige answered, looking at Piper. Prue stared at the lady, fascinated. Her Piper was three, and lots boring.
"I summoned you, Grams. But I don't know how Prue got here," Piper answered, finally.
"What spell did you use?" her grandmother asked, narrowing her eyes. Piper shook her head.
"I made it up," she answered. Grams opened the book in front of her, and leafed through the pages until she came to the incantation.
"This doesn't just call me, Piper. It calls the past Charmed ones, the Charmed ones you knew, using the power of the Charmed ones. If it called me, and your mother-" Penny looked over at Prue, who was still in the centre of the adults, "It must have called your sister, as well," she finished softly.
"Why as a four year old?" Paige asked nobody in particular. Grams shrugged.
"That is the way of magic. Everything has its own reason, we don't necessarily know every one."
"So it's Prue?" Piper whispered, looking towards the miniature version of her sister. Patty nodded.
"Yes."
"I'm hungry, Grams," Prue announced, addressing the only figure in the room she knew really well. Grams tried to frown disapprovingly.
"How long has it been since your lunch?" she asked. Piper cleared her throat. Penny looked up to see Patty smiling. Prue gave her best innocent look.
"I don't understand, I tried so hard when she died, to bring her back," Piper looked from her mother to her grandmother, in frustration. "How could she come back now?"
"The power of the Charmed Ones," Paige said slowly. "Your spell, it called the Charmed Ones of the past. You used Phoebe's power, and mine to help you, I had a freaky moment in the store, you must have been doing magic using the Charmed Ones' power without us. When P-" Paige looked at the little girl, absorbing everything she heard and hastily changed what she'd been about to say, "When your sister died, you broke the Power of Three, and you were a solo witch without her. You couldn't summon her without her powers completing the circle."
Little Prue scowled. "You can't be the Charmed Ones. That's what Grams calls us."
"Us?" Piper questioned, meeting the little girl's angry eyes.
"Me, an' Piper, an' Phoebe. Phoebe only just came, though. Mommy was real fat," Prue said decidedly. "An' then we got Phoebe. Piper and Phoebe are real boring though. Phoebe doesn't even have powers yet."
"Powers?" Paige raised her eyebrows.
"When we, Phoebe and Prue and I, went back to the past, long story," Piper put in quickly, "We saw ourselves back then. We had powers when we were young, they weren't bound yet. Prue must still be unbound."
"Yup," Prue agreed, not really knowing exactly what was going on.
"Okay, you're hungry. How' bout we go downstairs, and find some cookies?" Paige suggested, taking Prue's hand.
"Two, Paige," Grams instructed, from her corner of the attic. "No more."
"Uh huh," Paige grinned. "C'mon, Prue." The little girl skipped happily along with Paige, satisfied she was going to get cookies soon.
"So what was so important you summoned past Halliwells?" Grams asked impatiently. Piper smiled and touched her stomach lightly.
"The next generation of Halliwells, Grams," she lifted her chin high, and met her grandmother's eyes. "Leo and I are pregnant."
"That's wonderful," Patty enthused. A worried look crossed her face. "Are the Elders allowing it?"
"No one allows my baby," Piper said firmly, with a stubborn look. "The Elders can go-"
"Piper," Grams warned. Piper looked innocent.
"Well, sweetie, any baby of yours will be special," Patty told her. Her spirit shape got a little fainter.
"Where are you going?" Piper demanded, instantly alert. Patty shook her head regretfully.
"You called me when I wasn't supposed to come. I have to go," she smiled softly. "Congratulations, honey."
She and Grams faded out, leaving Piper alone in the attic. With a sniff to hold back tears, she squared her shoulders to go downstairs. Paige and mini- Prue alone in her kitchen meant dozens of catastrophes could be happening.
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A/N: Short chapter Iknow, but the explanation had to come before the fun. Next chapter, little Prue and the rest of the family.
REVIEW!!!!!
If you like this story, check out Hero on my profile, another naughty kiddo.
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"What in the world?" Grams whispered, as she appeared in the attic. She watched the small child investigate the attic. As Patty appeared beside her, she cast an irritated look in her daughter's direction.
"Patty dear, who is that? Did you not teach the girls the same thing I taught you, never to let their children play in the attic?" Patty's eyes rested on the dark head, and then the little girl turned around, and looked straight up at the two spirits, unblinkingly.
"Prue?" Patty said, in disbelief. Prue stared at her Mommy. Why was Mommy all in white, and why was Grams floating above the floor? She did the only thing Prue knew how to do really well other than her powers, she opened her mouth, and screamed.
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"I'm home," Paige called, as the scream resonated in the Victorian manor. She dropped her bags, and raced up the stairs, to the attic. Piper stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. A small girl was stood in the middle of the attic, screaming her head off.
"Uh, what the hell is happening here?" Paige asked, pushing past her sister, who oddly wasn't doing anything about the kid in the attic, and walked over to the girl. She crouched so she was on eye level.
"Heya, sweetie. What's your name?" she asked, conversationally. Prue stopped screaming, but her expression was sceptical.
"Prue Halliwell," she answered, lifting her chin, her blue eyes defensive. Paige frowned, puzzled.
"Uh, Piper, I thought Prue was your sister. Your older sister," she emphasised, standing up.
"She is," a disgruntled voice said from the corner. "Hello Paige." Paige turned around, folding her arms.
"Okay, I'm now very confused. Grams, do you know anything about this? And-" Paige broke off as she took in the other figure. "Mom?"
"Would someone mind telling me exactly why I was summoned here, and how Prue, aged roughly around four is currently in our attic, that, Prudence Halliwell," Grams focused a stern gaze on the little girl, who looked sheepish, "Has always been off limits?" Prue dead, aged in her twenties, or not, Grams was not the sort of Grams to let her granddaughters flout the rules.
"I have no idea," Paige answered, looking at Piper. Prue stared at the lady, fascinated. Her Piper was three, and lots boring.
"I summoned you, Grams. But I don't know how Prue got here," Piper answered, finally.
"What spell did you use?" her grandmother asked, narrowing her eyes. Piper shook her head.
"I made it up," she answered. Grams opened the book in front of her, and leafed through the pages until she came to the incantation.
"This doesn't just call me, Piper. It calls the past Charmed ones, the Charmed ones you knew, using the power of the Charmed ones. If it called me, and your mother-" Penny looked over at Prue, who was still in the centre of the adults, "It must have called your sister, as well," she finished softly.
"Why as a four year old?" Paige asked nobody in particular. Grams shrugged.
"That is the way of magic. Everything has its own reason, we don't necessarily know every one."
"So it's Prue?" Piper whispered, looking towards the miniature version of her sister. Patty nodded.
"Yes."
"I'm hungry, Grams," Prue announced, addressing the only figure in the room she knew really well. Grams tried to frown disapprovingly.
"How long has it been since your lunch?" she asked. Piper cleared her throat. Penny looked up to see Patty smiling. Prue gave her best innocent look.
"I don't understand, I tried so hard when she died, to bring her back," Piper looked from her mother to her grandmother, in frustration. "How could she come back now?"
"The power of the Charmed Ones," Paige said slowly. "Your spell, it called the Charmed Ones of the past. You used Phoebe's power, and mine to help you, I had a freaky moment in the store, you must have been doing magic using the Charmed Ones' power without us. When P-" Paige looked at the little girl, absorbing everything she heard and hastily changed what she'd been about to say, "When your sister died, you broke the Power of Three, and you were a solo witch without her. You couldn't summon her without her powers completing the circle."
Little Prue scowled. "You can't be the Charmed Ones. That's what Grams calls us."
"Us?" Piper questioned, meeting the little girl's angry eyes.
"Me, an' Piper, an' Phoebe. Phoebe only just came, though. Mommy was real fat," Prue said decidedly. "An' then we got Phoebe. Piper and Phoebe are real boring though. Phoebe doesn't even have powers yet."
"Powers?" Paige raised her eyebrows.
"When we, Phoebe and Prue and I, went back to the past, long story," Piper put in quickly, "We saw ourselves back then. We had powers when we were young, they weren't bound yet. Prue must still be unbound."
"Yup," Prue agreed, not really knowing exactly what was going on.
"Okay, you're hungry. How' bout we go downstairs, and find some cookies?" Paige suggested, taking Prue's hand.
"Two, Paige," Grams instructed, from her corner of the attic. "No more."
"Uh huh," Paige grinned. "C'mon, Prue." The little girl skipped happily along with Paige, satisfied she was going to get cookies soon.
"So what was so important you summoned past Halliwells?" Grams asked impatiently. Piper smiled and touched her stomach lightly.
"The next generation of Halliwells, Grams," she lifted her chin high, and met her grandmother's eyes. "Leo and I are pregnant."
"That's wonderful," Patty enthused. A worried look crossed her face. "Are the Elders allowing it?"
"No one allows my baby," Piper said firmly, with a stubborn look. "The Elders can go-"
"Piper," Grams warned. Piper looked innocent.
"Well, sweetie, any baby of yours will be special," Patty told her. Her spirit shape got a little fainter.
"Where are you going?" Piper demanded, instantly alert. Patty shook her head regretfully.
"You called me when I wasn't supposed to come. I have to go," she smiled softly. "Congratulations, honey."
She and Grams faded out, leaving Piper alone in the attic. With a sniff to hold back tears, she squared her shoulders to go downstairs. Paige and mini- Prue alone in her kitchen meant dozens of catastrophes could be happening.
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A/N: Short chapter Iknow, but the explanation had to come before the fun. Next chapter, little Prue and the rest of the family.
REVIEW!!!!!