Chapter 9: Date Interrupted

I don't own Charmed…duh!

A/N: to my reviewers, thank you. To radcliff bass especially…THANK YOU! Your idea was so great. I can't believe I didn't think of it! I hope you don't mind that I'm using it. I'm only actually using part of it. This chapter will be way longer than the last one. On with the story…

Paige was having the best date of her life. Mark was the perfect guy. He was adorable, smart, funny and easy to talk to. He was everything Paige had ever hoped for in a man. Although it was a bit to soon to tell, somehow she felt he was the one. Mark had taken her to a nice little restaurant for lunch.

After finishing her meal, Paige excused herself. She walked to the restroom in a blissful state of euphoria. Pushing open the door marked WOMEN she smiled and hummed a little tune to herself. At that moment, Paige Matthews was perfectly happy. Everything was right with the world. There were no worries about demons, about her sisters or Marie, that strange girl from the future.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and she was overcome with a wave of dizziness. She grabbed hold of the counter to steady herself. Somehow, she knew there was trouble of the manor. Someone was hurt, and she was needed. She walked slowly, and a bit unsteadily back to her table. She did not try to hide her nausea. Quite the contrary, she tried to accentuate it, so as to have a good reason for her hasty departure.

"Mark", she said, "I'm not feeling quite well, I think I'm gonna head home."

"Hope you feel better" he said sympathetically.

"Call me", said Paige writing down her number and handing it to the young man. She walked out of the restaurant and into the deserted alley. After looking around she concentrated on the manor in the attic and dissolved into a million particles of light.

When her body reformed in the attic, she gasped at what she saw. The strange time traveller who called herself Marie was slumped on the floor unconscious. Standing over her was a cruel looking man who could only be Wyatt. "Aunt Paige", he snarled, "I see you've met Paris, you're daughter". With that he shimmered away.

Hers. Her daughter. Paris. Paige saw her differently now. Her dark hair, pale complexion and slender figure were so like her own. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. 'Get a grip Paige', she told herself, 'your daughter's in need of healing here'.

"LEO!" she called glancing upwards. She waited a few minutes and then tried calling again, "LEO!" Leo didn't come. He rarely came nowadays. Paige placed a pale, trembling hand over her daughter's chest. Heal she commanded herself heal. She felt love surge up inside her and her eyes shone with determination. Much to her surprise her hands glowed in a golden light and her daughter began to stir.

The moment Paris opened her eyes, her mother had engulfed her in a rib cracking hug. "Mom", cried Paris, "I can't breath!" Paris froze, realizing her slip up. She looked at Paige with fear in her eyes.

"It's okay honey", Paige said to her daughter hugging her again, "I know. I'm here now." Paris began to cry softly. This was all to much for the 14 year old to take. She quickly brushed her tears away and looked at her mother resolutely. The beginnings of an idea were forming in her mind, and for her idea she needed a little help.

She found 5 white candles and made a circle on the attic floor. She chanted a spell she had memorized long ago,

"Hear my words,

Hear my cries,

Spirit from the other side,

Come to me,

I summon thee,

Cross now the great divide!"

Gold light swirled within the circle and out stepped a young woman with dark hair, pale skin and ice blue eyes. Although Paige had never met her, she knew at once who she was. It was the woman she had both hoped and feared to someday meet for about 3 years. She didn't need Paris confident greeting to know who that woman was .

Paris calmly said, "Hello Aunt Prue…"

TBC…