Well, I must say I was amused at everyone's reviews (by the way thank you!!). Some people think Paige is mean and others Prue. Both have got a point really, but I might add, try and be in Prue's shoes and realise that someone has taken over your room, put all her stuff in and claims to be your half sister. I think even Prue would lose her cool over that.

I'm sorry if I offended anyone though, I was just trying to have bit of a comical cat fight, because the story gets more serious from now. So, I'll stop talking and start the chapter shall, I?

CHAPTER FOUR

Paige sat down in the solarium, opposite Prue. She looked into her older sister's eyes briefly before staring defiantly at the white wall.

Piper and Phoebe sat down next to each other on a sofa, with Wyatt and Chris in their laps. Victor and Leo sat on another sofa next to Paige.

Paige ran her fingers through her hair and looked back at Prue. Come on Prue; make this story good, I am tired....

Everyone in the room was staring at the 'meant to be dead' woman. Prue did not seem at all put off at everyone's unflattering staring, in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Odd, Paige thought.

Prue brushed her hair out of her face and looked back at the group. The silence in the room was tangible, the tension even thicker. Prue seemed to notice this, so she started to talk.

"Well, as you all know, Shax was the reason for my death." Phoebe made an incoherent noise. Great, Paige thought, we are only one sentence in and she is already interrupting, luckily for her however, Prue seemed to understand this noise that had come from Phoebe.

"Yes Phoebe, I did die, I am still dead, and there is no denying that." Prue said in a sad voice. Paige was a little confused at these words, but she felt a little bit of compassion radiate from her to hear the sadness in her sister's voice. Some of this compassion must have showed on her face, because Prue looked at her, and for the first time since they met, she had not looked at her like she was something smelly Phoebe had stepped in.

"Yes, my death was painful. It hurt to leave you guys, to miss out on so many things." Prue glanced at Paige, Chris and Wyatt at this comment. Paige smiled at her older sister, hoping to put her at ease.

Maybe she is not that bad after all, she thought to herself.

Prue continued after a minute or two of silent reflection. "The last thing I expected was to awake again. I'm sure you would be too if you were dead and then woke up." At these words, Paige let out a small laugh that was quickly silenced by the looks on Piper's face.

To rectify her small mistake, she addressed Prue, "Sorry, I meant no disrespect." Prue smiled at her, Piper let out a sigh of relief.

Prue continued to talk, this time a little easier than she had done before.

"The place I woke up in was like no other, it was bright white, and there was a cloaked person talking to me. He said stuff like I was dead, but it was not the end. I still had a destiny to fulfil. I admit I was a little annoyed, I mean I was dead, I could never do anything anymore, see my sisters, go shopping..." Paige laughed at that comment again, this time to be joined with Victor.

I'm glad he is not freaking out, she thought to herself.

Her attention was brought back to the room as Prue started to speak again. "Yes, I wasn't really listening; I lost patience and a saw a face I recognised. A face I had seen everyday for ages. It was the face of my sister's husband, Leo."

All faces turned towards Leo, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Paige gave a wary glance at Piper, to see how she was taking this information. Piper's brown eyes were contracted to tiny slits, and her mouth kept twitching, like she really wanted to yell her head off.

Paige was about to say something when comprehension dawned on her. Again, her emotions must have been easy to recognise in her face because Phoebe spoke to her. "Paige honey, what is it?" Her older sister asked, trying to distract Piper.

Piper looked at her and nodded in encouragement. God, I hope I'm right about this, she thought, praying to every deity she could think of. Her voice seemed to fail her, but she decided to take the plunge.

"Y...Y...Your a whitelighter!?!" She managed to say.

Her words seemed to shock everyone in the room. Phoebe stood up so fast, it looked like the seat had just exploded or something. Piper's jaw was so low; it looked like her jaw had been dislocated. Victor gave Paige a thoughtful look and then returned to his quiet state.

Everyone, once again, fixed their eyes on Prue, hoping to find an answer. Prue started to smile. However, a slam made everyone in the room leap up, and forget about the conversation at hand.

Victor grabbed his grandchildren and took them upstairs, just in case. Leo went out to find the source of the noise. This left the four sisters in the room, staring at each other, hoping that the wind slammed the window shut or something of the sort.

Of course the charmed ones never had that kind of luck. Leo came flying back into the room. Literally. He smashed his way through a pain of glass and landed on the lawn outside. Piper screamed and Paige groaned. We have fixed those panes of glass about fifty times....

The women watched with anticipation as the attacker stepped into the room. He looked a little like Balthazor, except the tattoos covering his body were a poisonous shade of green. He really was ugly.

Unfortunately, the uglier you were in the demon world, the more powerful you seemed to be. Piper flicked her wrists at the demon, hoping to blow him up. The demon exploded without a struggle. Little bits of the demon fell to the floor.

"Well, that was easy." Phoebe said cheerfully, Paige however was bust studying the remains that had started to move and go back to their original shape. Within moments the demon had reappeared. With an identical one standing next to it. "Crap" Paige said with a voice barely above a whisper.

However, her attention was captured in the battle. The two demons started to throw energy balls at them which Paige was dodging. "Don't kill them, we don't want anymore!" Prue screamed above the racket.

Luckily, Paige had a lot of stress within her, so it was no problem with her to beat the little demon up. She slammed a roundhouse kick into one of the demon's jaw with all the strength she had gained training with Phoebe. To her dismay it did nothing. The demon simply slammed her against the wall.

She lay still for a moment, trying to gather her wits. After a moment she disentangled herself from the remains of a corner table that had unluckily been occupying the wall space that she had slammed into.

She launched herself into the battle again, starting to find something to subdue her opponents with. She backed away from the battle and grasped the first thing her hands lay upon. The remote. With any angry cry, she flung the remote across the room and started to search again for anything that may be of help to her, knocking out to fully grown demons.

At last she found something suitable. A vase full of roses. It may be a bit cliché, but it would still work.

She ran back into the battle and flung herself at the nearest demon. She slammed down the glittering vase on top of the thing's ugly head. Immediately its eyes slid out of focus and it slumped to the floor unconscious. She was grinning triumphantly when she noticed the fist flying at her.

The world immediately went black.

..............

She felt herself coming back to the real world. As she got closer to consciousness, she felt the throbbing pain at the side of head becoming more pronounced.

She snapped her eyes open and was at once greeted by the concerned faces of Phoebe and Prue.

She was confused for about a minute, but then the battle scene came flooding back to her. "Leo..." She rasped, in a very quiet voice. To her surprise it was Prue that answered her. "He is going to be okay, unlike the solarium..."

Paige looked up at the extensive and no doubt expensive damage that had been done to the room.

She sat up and tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was rapping against her skull. She tried to get her mind around the attack. For the third time that evening, someone had read her look.

"The other demon shimmered out as soon as we advanced on him. The other one is still out cold and in the crystal cage." Phoebe said to her, pointing the living room that the housed the knocked out demon. "All thanks to you." Prue said warmly. Paige smiled at her in a thank you for the praise.

The two women helped Paige to her feet, supporting her as she collected her bearings. "We will check the book of shadows; in the meantime you must get some rest." Phoebe said to her, signalling Prue to escort her upstairs.

Prue grabbed her arm and the two wound their way up the staircase. A question still burned on Paige's tired out mind. Was Prue a whitelighter? She decided to ask her again later, as at the moment they seemed to get along.

There is nothing better to bring two sisters together, and then fight a classic battle against evil. Paige smirked at this thought; Prue left her at her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Paige got changed into her pyjamas, nothing on her mind except the inviting comfort of her bed.....

There you go! Did you like it? Please let me know. Pretty Please! Well, the next chapter should be along in a couple of days, until then take it easy!

Dan