The Potion

Paige Matthews rushed home from work. It had been a hard day...she had done four resumes. Her public job was to work in an office. Her private job was to protect the innocent from evil.

She opened the front door to Halliwell manor and walked inside. "Boy, what a day!" she complained. "I hope there isn't a demon or something like that waiting for me, because I am tired!"

"Too bad." said her sister Phoebe. "We're tracking one right now."

Paige sighed and ran upstairs to the attic. She opened the Book of Shadows and looked up some spells. "Do I always have to do the demon work?" she asked. She opened to a page that said, "Potion of Desire".

"Hmm." Paige thought. "What would it be like to meet Prue?"

Boom! The potion exploded in a bunch of steam. Paige took Piper's picture of Prue and put it in the potion. It bubbled and suddenly Prue appeared in front of Paige.

"What are you doing in my house? Who are you?" Prue asked. She threw Paige against the cabinet using her power.

"Augh! What are you doing to me?" Paige asked. "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Prue Halliwell, and this is my house. It always has been. Now if you don't mind, could you get out of my house?" Prue demanded.

"But...I'm not evil!" Paige protested, confused.

"You're a demon, of course! Now, this is what you get for messing with a Charmed one!" Prue said and threw Paige out the door with her power.

Paige looked inside the window and saw Phoebe and Piper walk over to Prue as if nothing had happened since she before she died and Phoebe asked, "Was it a demon?"

"I think so." Prue said. "We have to look her up."

Paige tasted something salty in her mouth and spat out blood. She realized the inside of her lip was cut from being thrown against the pavement. Why hadn't she orbed out of the way? She tried to orb, but nothing happened. "Rock!" she shouted, but the rock did not orb into her hands. "What did I do?" she asked herself.

Prue closed the Book of Shadows. "Nothing in here that looks like her. Maybe it's a warlock, or a shape-shifter."

"She looks familiar." Phoebe said. "I could have sworn I'd seen her before."

"Yes, she does look familiar." agreed Piper.

"Well, I haven't seen her." Prue stated. "Let's go make a vanquishing potion."

"Hang on...it doesn't mean she's evil, even if she is familiar looking." said Phoebe.

"What?" Prue asked.

"She's right, you know." said Piper. "Maybe she's a whitelighter or something."

"Maybe she's not." Prue said. "If she was a whitelighter she would have orbed out of the path of my power."

"If she was a demon she would have shimmered." Phoebe stated knowledgeably.

"And if she was a warlock she would have blinked!" Piper added.

"Whatever! Maybe I took her by surprise or something. Let's just make a few vanquishing potions and try to get to know her more. If she's evil we'll vanquish her. If she's good we'll leave her be."

"And what if she's mortal who accidentally called on the wrong house?" asked Phoebe.

Prue looked puzzled for a moment. Then she smiled. "No, we don't need to worry about that."

"She might be mortal." said Phoebe. "You don't know she's not."

"Have I ever been wrong about a demon?" asked Prue.

"Yes. You messed up our vanquish of the four horsemen of the apocalypse so we banished you and War to the astral plane." Phoebe said. "And Cole is not evil."

"I still think he is. I mean, he's part demon!" Prue said.

"Yeah, Phoebe." said Piper.

"Fine! Gang up on me! See what I care!" Phoebe said and turned her back, fake pouting.

"This is just like when we were kids." Prue said. "We all used to fight, and then Phoebe would go pout."

Suddenly the clock chimed ten o' clock. "Ten o' clock?" Piper exclaimed. "I have to warm up dinner!"

Later that night Prue walked up to her bedroom and saw it was different...very different. The pictures were not of her boyfriends but of some weird people who she had never met. Her bedspread was folded on top of a white wicker chair that had never been there before, and the bedspread on her bed was (God forbid) red!

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Prue demanded. "Why is my bedspread different? And why are there pictures of some weird people in place of pictures of Andy and Jack?"

Piper and Phoebe hurried upstairs. "What's going on?" Piper asked. "Phoebe...did you play another prank on Prue?"

"We're not kids anymore, Piper." Phoebe reminded her. "I'm not the practical joker I used to be."

Prue opened a drawer of the bureau. "And where on earth are my clothes? I don't wear red!"

She looked around and opened up the closet. "None of my dresses! All someone else's!" She picked up a box and showed it to her sisters. "This is labeled 'Prue's dresses'. And this one is 'Prue's skirts', and this one is 'Prue's shirts'. What is going on here?"

"Maybe it was some kind of Warlock or something!" Phoebe exclaimed.

Piper had an odd look on her face. Prue looked at her middle sister. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I think that that weird girl was living here or something without us knowing in some kind of alternate reality." Piper said finally after a long pause in the conversation.