A/N: Something I forgot to mention: No Jenny. That's how Dan has no sister. No siblings whatsoever, so no Jenny.

And just so you know, I did not get the name Dr. Carter from ER. I got it from my friend, when we used to play Doctor. Every kid goes through it, and if you didn't, it's never to late to play pretend.

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Apparently doctors can be wrong. A week was not the right prediction. More like two. But, two weeks later, Rick stood in the back of the hospital room, staying away from the three doctors hovering around a coughing woman. They checked her vitals and asked her questions.

"Can you see straight?"

When she tried talking, her voice was too scratchy and hurt her throat, so she nodded.

"Okay, follow my finger." Dr. Carter waved her finger slowly back and forth and up and down in front of the woman's face. "Good, good."

"Can you breathe fine?"

She nodded.

"Good."

She leaned forward to cough again.

"Okay, do you know who you are?"

She nodded again.

"What's your name?"

"If-- I can't tell you that," she coughed out.

At that, Rick turned and left the room. No one seemed to notice.

"So you're gonna have like a big garage sale?" Phoebe asked.

"You guys can come clean it all out if you want," Leo answered.

"You sure you want to do this?"

Leo sighed. "I can't do it to Melinda anymore, lead her on like this. She may not understand, but she doesn't need to be lied to... And besides, she's been shuffled around for too long. She needs to find one place to stay and that's gotta be here."

"I'll pack up her room tomorrow, then..." Prue said.

"You uh... You mind if I hang around here for a few days?" Phoebe asked.

"Go ahead, there's the extra room."

"Thanks."

"Sure."

Melinda ran into the living room where the three adults were sitting. Andy was right behind her.

"Lookie!" she squealed, holding up a piece of paper with drawing on it. It was a free-hand drawn picture of three people and a dog. Above one was the word, "Mommy." The second, shorter one said, "Me." The third said, "Daddy." The dog said, "Kia." It looked like Melinda's four-year-old handwriting, with some assistance from Andy.

"Aw, look at that, is that you?" Leo asked, pointing to the picture that said, "Mommy" over it.

"No, siwy! That's Mommy!" she corrected him, giggling.

"Oh, well, no wonder. You look just like her. Only... shorter," he added. "Are you a leprechaun by any chance?"

"No, Daddy!"

"Oh, well there's an idea for a good Halloween costume. You could be an elf or a leprechaun," Phoebe suggested.

"Yeah! When is Hawoween?"

"Not for a while, honey," Prue answered.

Melinda pouted for a second, then brightened up as she ran off to her room again, babbling about adding a kitty to her picture.

"So you think I should follow her?" Andy asked.

"If you want to."

"Okay, then I will see you all later." Andy ran off after Melinda.

Prue smiled. Andy always had fun with Melinda.

"So..." Phoebe started, not sure of what to say.

"You gonna be at work all day, then?" Prue asked Leo.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Leo, you're a wonderful person and a devoted officer, but seriously, the more you work the less--"

"Just for the day, then Melinda can come back."

"So what, you're gonna devote all your time to her?"

"Yeah, something like that."

The phone rang, and Leo stood up to answer it. Prue and Phoebe stood up, too.

"Hey, it'll work out in the end," Prue assured him, pulling him down for a hug. Phoebe joined in, too.

Leo pulled away and went into the kitchen to answer the still ringing phone. Phoebe leaned against her sister, watching him leave.

Leo picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said into the speaker.

Rick, over in Oregon, heard someone pick up the phone and answer, and tried to sort everything out straight enough for Leo to understand.

"Leo Wyatt?"

"Yeah."

"My name is Rick Jackson. I'm with the Oregon E.P.A.--"

"Look, I already explained to the police up there and the Environmental Protection Agency, I can't get up there anymore. I did my job up there and I'm done--"

"Wait, what?"

"The police. You guys want me to come up there again?"

"...No... Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were an officer."

"What is this about?"

"I uh... It's kind of hard to explain. Do you have any relation to a Piper Wyatt?"

"Yeah, she-- Why?"

Rick took a breath. "Well, about a month and a half ago a woman stumbled into my office out in the forests. I brought her in to Peoria Memorial over here, and she was admitted as a Jane Doe. She uh, went into a coma a few days later and has been ever since. She asked me to contact you if anything happened, and she just woke about ten minutes ago. She didn't tell me much, just that her name is Piper Wyatt, she has a daughter... She gave me your name and this number. Anything ring any bells?"

"You're-- You're joking."

"Actually I'm not. I just thought you should come up here."

"Yeah-- Yeah, let me write this down." Leo grabbed a pen and paper. "Where exactly are you?"

"Peoria, Oregon. Zip code 18210. Peoria Memorial Hospital. It's at 1800 Evergreen Road," Rick said. "When's the soonest you can be up here?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

Leo hung up and ran into the living room.

"What? What is it?" Prue asked.

"That was uh, a ranger in Oregon... Uh... Rick Jackson."

"...So?"

"So he uh... It was all kinda blurred. All I know is they think Piper turned up there." Leo stumbled over his words.

"Wha-- What?"

Leo only nodded.

"Daddy, why are you going?" Melinda asked the next morning.

"Sweetie, Daddy just has to go away for a few days. You're still going to stay with Aunt Prue. And I'll be back, don't worry."

"Otay..."

"I love you."

"I wuv you, too."

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A/N: OMG! Piper's back, kinda! Well, at least she's alive, huh? Whew! I wasn't sure if she was going to make it or not... But she's not out of the woods yet, remember that, folks! Something could still happen... da da da dum... I know I promised she wouldn't die, but that doesn't mean something else can't happen to her...

PS: Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I didn't check this one as well...