A/N- Here is the second to last Chapter. That's right... it's almost over. Next chapter will be kind of long since i have to kind of wrap things up so they make sense. Please tell me what you think. That you everyone for all of your reviews and thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed...

"Alright, I'm only going to repeat myself once, so listen up, or this time I'll kill you for good." Prue was holding onto Barbas, Athame to throat, and eyes shooting daggers. She had lost no time at all after finding out that Barbas was still alive. She wouldn't explain how she knew where Rose would be, but told them instead that they would have to trust her. Phoebe did immediately, and Leo was close to follow, but Paige was hesitant. Although she had heard a lot about Prue, and knew that she had good intentions, she hadn't really trusted her.

"There is a girl after my nephew. I need to know what her greatest fear is. I can get you to her, and then you do your thing. It's either that, or I banish you forever, and you won't ever find your way out of the place I'm going to send you to."

"I hear your request." Barbas said, in that suave, cool, everything is fine kind of way. "But what am I going to get out of it? And please don't say your life..." he said as Prue began to speak. She hesitated, obviously planning on saying just that. "It's so cliché."

"Listen, you feed on fear, don't you? Well I can tell you that this little girl probably has a lot of things to be afraid of. I'm asking you a favor."

"Alright, there's just one thing I need to ask."

"What?"

"Well, make that two things. One...what makes you so sure that I won't feed on your fears?"

"Because I don't have any. Try me." Prue stepped back three steps and stood staring him in the eye. He held her gaze and put his hand in front of his face. He tried again, and his eye's narrowed, eyebrows creasing.

"Why don't you have any fears? That's impossible."

"No it's not, I'm dead." She said casually. "Next question?"

"How are you not dead? I know that you died. I watched as Shax murdered you and as Leo couldn't heal you."

"I am dead, I'm not not dead. I've been summoned for a short time to deal with a threat that has endangered the life of my sister."

Barbas looked at her uncertainly before nodding his head.

"Alright then, I'll help you, but consider it a one time thing. We are still enemies, and should we meet again I will not hesitate to kill you, or your sisters."

"What, you get that out of Firebringer?"

"What?"

"Never mind. You'll help."

"I'll help."

Paige looked at Phoebe, who smiled. They understood each other.

Rose sat at her desk, pen in hand, but nothing upon the paper in front of her. She turned around. Wyatt was asleep, having his afternoon nap. Piper was reading the book again. She was almost done, too.

Rose was thinking about witchcraft. She couldn't tell you why, or what had brought up the sudden uncertainty that she was a witch if you were to ask her. She was reading a book on the Salem witch trails. It just seemed that so many of the things that she had read about seemed to relate to her life, and yet this was a book that depicted witch craft as devil worship, which should be penalized by death.

She read about Anne Cole, who used to have convulsive fits and not be able to remember things she had said, or accused people she had never heard of. Why was her name Cole, or a better question, why was the demon that her mother had hated so much been named Cole in his human form? She read about Rebecca Greensmith, whom confessed to using witchcraft on Ms. Anne Cole, and how she was hung by her husband Nathaniel in 1663. She remembered her mother talking about Nathaniel Pratt, the man who was burned Phoebe at the stake in a future that no longer existed.

Why did all of these things seem to have some relation to her life, to her mothers life, to her aunts life. She couldn't tell you. Maybe you can figure it out. She wanted to write about all of the things she had learned, and all of the things she had seen and known of. She wanted to write about her beautiful mother, and about her lousy aunts, whom had forgotten about her. But she couldn't find her thoughts, or the will to move her hand across the paper. So she sat.

Piper stared at the book she wasn't reading. She was staring at the incoherent words, thinking about things, just as Rose was doing in her room. She couldn't help but feel a strong presence in her mind and her heart. She knew it wasn't Rose, and it couldn't be Wyatt. She thought of Leo, but it didn't really feel like him either. Anyway, he didn't have the power to project his love into this secluded and heavily charmed cell. Piper could think of only one person whom might have the power but it was so hard to think of her.

It hurt, so much that Piper couldn't even think of her name. She could see her face, but she tried hard to block it out, knowing that if her face was here, then tears would be soon to follow. Could her sister have summoned her with the power of three. Was she watching Piper from where ever she was? Piper preferred to think that, that she had a guardian angel whom she could always count on to be there, as a friend, as a sister, and as a... Piper jerked her head up as there was a crash in the other room. Wyatt started to cry, and Rose started to chant.