Chapter 20: The Charmed Ones

Disclaimer: Well, you know the answer to this question. Seems I've lost my comedic edge. Not that I really had one.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who's been here so far. It seems likes it been longer than 19 chapters huh? Anywho, do you guys want me to end at an even 20? I'll make it so it could leak into a sequel or end right here. Kind of like the end of Buffy. Sorry for the crossover-ness, but I will make a sequel. It won't be up tonight, but it'll be here soon. Look for it under my pen name and ON WITH THE FIC!!

The Charmed Ones stood, shocked. They were unsure of what to think. What to believe. Frankly, they didn't know what to do at all.

Cole came from behind the rubble that had previously hidden his presence.

"You…." he started, "you're…safe."

He stared at Phoebe for a second before embracing her tightly. They broke apart and turned to the other three sisters.

"Is he really gone?" Pam asked of anyone who would hear her.

"Must be," Prue rationalized, "I mean there are scorch marks. There really aren't any indiscretions. He's really dead."

"Take a moment," Pam spoke up, "you guys. Did you feel it? That power. It was amazing. It…, nothing..........that was more than I could've thought….imagined. Even after all this time. The Elders, they told me it would be like this. But they never thought….. I never thought, it would be like that. The power, it was there, and real. Were you there with me?"

"We were," Phoebe answered for all of them, "at least I think we were," she said as she looked around her. Pam and Prue followed her gaze towards Piper, who was staring up at the building behind them.

"Pam….what is this? How is this here? P3 isn't real….is it? I mean whose been taking care of it all this time?"

"No one actually. Our aunt Piper used to run it before things got bad. Before, well, you know." She looked down at the pavement a bit unsure of what to say to elaborate.

"It's okay Pam, we understand," Prue relieved.

Pam looked at her gratefully and then back up at the group.

"So, it's been closed down for years now, but could we re-open it?" Piper asked hopefully.

"I don't see a problem with it," Pam answered, "but are you sure you'll have time. With the show and our fantastic work hours, are you sure you you'll have time to run and manage a club?"

"With a little help," she started, looking at her sisters, "I don't really see any difficulty."

"But the name. It's kind of well, not adequate anymore," Prue commented, "don't you think that maybe we should change it to….well obviously…"

"P4," Phoebe finished.

"I guess it'd be an ample change." Piper stated.

"No," Pam said a little vaguely, "the name....it should stay. This is the heritage we represent. The sisterhood is what we should be praising. The Power of Three."

"But Pam," Phoebe began, "we just kicked some major ass. The Power of Four is what we stand for now. We are the heritage."

"It's just a feeling I have. I think we should keep it."

"But..." Phoebe started.

"If not for me, do it for your mother," Pam said simply, "for The Power of Three."

Prue, Piper, and Phoebe gave understanding nods, then Piper screamed with realization.

"Oh God!" she yelled, covering her mouth, "we left David at the mausoleum!"

"No, we wouldn't have….oh no! We did!" Prue realized as well.

"Well do we have to?" Phoebe questioned.

"What do you think we should do?" Prue asked Piper.

"Yeah, it's kind of up to you," Prue said.

"Well speaking on the behalf on an easy slut," she started, "I think he'd be fine there. For a while."

Cole looked a bit confused, but noting the humorous tone in her voice, they all laughed and joined hands as Pam orbed them off to the mausoleum.

Because personal feelings aside, they were protectors of the innocent.

They were the Charmed Ones.