Much as I'd love to, I don't own Charmed. Sad, isn't it? I only own...the OC's.
Cookies go to Alyssa Halliwell, the ONLY person so far to tell me where the names came from...what's wrong with you people? The Corrs rock!
Chapter 3
"Very subtle Rahven" Andrea frowned at her whitelighter, who shrugged nonchalantly in reply.
"I don't have a son!" Piper protested, folding her arms indignantly.
"It must not have happened yet in your time" Andrea frowned "That's going to make things difficult to explain" She looked pleadingly at Rahven who frowned back.
"She's your family, you explain" Rahven stated, gliding away into another room. Andrea scowled, shaking her fist in the direction that Rahven had disappeared.
"I don't have a son!" Piper repeated, frowning at Andrea. Phoebe sat quietly, regarding Andrea with something akin to mistrust.
"Hmm...have you met Leo, yet?" Andrea asked, Piper, who blushed slightly.
"Yes, he's our whitelighter" Phoebe answered for her sister "How do you know him?"
"I don't. Not personally anyway" Andrea stood and turned away, going to the window.
"Please explain" Piper asked, sounding an indecisive mix of annoyance and fear.
"Like I said, you are my descendents, like Leo is. I only know him through tales and some of Caroline's 'flashes to the past' and my eldest sister Sharon's research"
"Andrea, shouldn't you be telling them why they ended up a few years in the future" Rahven said, materialising next to her charge.
"Oh no. You can do that. You wanted them, so here they are" Andrea gave Rahven a smug look, before pulling her down onto the sofa next to her. The blind whitelighter sat obediently, taking up as little space as possible.
"Well, you couldn't have convinced the Elders to summon them, so I had to do it" Rahven retorted, pulling herself up "So don't complain. As for why you're here...we need the power of three, so to speak"
"But...haven't you got two witch sisters?" Piper asked, frowning in confusion.
"I...there were three Torres sisters...before Sharon disappeared" Andrea smiled forlornly.
"Sharon is your big sister, right?" Phoebe said, thinking back to what Andrea had mentioned earlier.
"Yes. Just like your Prue. What a coincidence" Andrea paused for a significant moment, but smiled airily anyway.
"Back to what they need to know, Andrea" Rahven prompted, her voice soft. It seemed that the whitelighter was considered as much a part of the Torres family as the sisters were.
"Right...so Rahven convinced the elders to get you here, to change the future" Andrea continued, gestured to her quiet companion.
"Isn't that against the rules?" Phoebe asked.
"Well...maybe to us...but to you, maybe not" Andrea said slowly, obviously thinking hard.
"What does that mean?" Piper demanded.
"Well...you can change something that hasn't happen yet, can't you? So you'll be changing what hasn't happened yet. I don't care what punishment falls on me for breaking the rules; I just want to change things. I don't want things to turn out this way for you" Andrea declared, face stubborn.
"Oh" Was the most Phoebe can come up with.
"So, will you help?" Andrea asked, face enquiring.
"Doesn't look like we have a choice, is it? Besides, I want to see why Prue is here" Piper said.
"Yeah, that was seriously freaky. She didn't even recognise us" Phoebe sighed. Rahven tilted her head, seeming to ponder.
"May she didn't" She murmured, almost like she was speaking her thoughts aloud. Everyone turned to look at her.
"You mean, like maybe the time passage robbed her of her memory of her past life?" Andrea asked, picking up where Rahven had left off. "Then that explains how The Source got to control her. She was vulnerable"
"Prue's being controlled by the Source?" Phoebe screeched. Everyone winced, and even stoic Rahven flinched.
"Yes, even a Halliwell sister is not powerful enough to hold this whole city under her sway" Rahven stated, glancing towards the door.
"Well, she-" Andrea stopped, glancing at her now standing whitelighter "Rahven? What is it?" A bang on the door answered her. They glanced at each other and Rahven advanced towards the door, as stealthy as a cat. She threw the door open, and Andrea barged past.
"Caro!" She screeched. The youngest Torres sister lay bleeding on the step.