Declaimer: I don't own Charmed.

Chapter Four

Trouble in the kitchen

Phoebe was right.

Piper was happy, very happy. In fact, she was totally ecstatic. She'd been walking around on air for days.

She loved the fact that there were no early morning wake up calls from Chris. Defiantly a plus.

The scheduled demon vanquishes he was forever organising irritated her no end. He was a very new white lighter and seamed to have absolutely no idea what he was doing. Making it impossible for her to live any type of life, especially a normal one.

But now, she did have a some what normal life. It had enough normality in it to prevent her from going crazy any way.

She stood humming along to the radio happily in her kitchen. Her dream kitchen. As she unwrapped boxes of cups, sources, plates and new kitchen equipment. The new smell they had was intoxicating and this mad her even happier.

The kitchen still smelt a little of fresh paint, it was making her feel a little nourshs but it was a good smell all the same.

This was her new start. Her new life. A new beginning.

The smell of newness reminded her of that. Reminded her of the joys of life and how good it felt to be alive and how much she was loving life recently.

It didn't seam to matter to her any more that she couldn't have a life free from magic. She was magical and because of that it was some thing that was never going to happen.

But she had people in her life who loved her, and were magical too, very magical.

They were even managing to fill the void left by the people she had left behind in San Francisco.

Yes, she did miss her sisters dreadfully and thought about them every moment of every day. But it was their decision if they didn't want to reply to any of her letters, phone calls or emails.

She had given them the decision to make and now she had to respect it.

Part of her still expected to hear one of their voices on the other end of the phone every time she picked it up. But she never did and she was always secretly disappointed when she didn't.

She was totally loving the fact that she was decorating her own home. Her new home.

Nothing was ever going to replace the mannor.

The house that she had grown up in, where Wyatt had been born and conceived for that matter.

But this was her own big house, that she owned, all her own.

The people she was living with, her new family, Wyatt's aunts and uncles were wonderful people.

She was busy with her new life it was good.

For the first time she wasn't scarred that it was all going to crumble at her touch or if she was happy.

Suddenly the radio the radio was cut off.

It flew across the room, and smashed as it hit the wall.

"Ah, crap!"

She knew the radio was just a warning sigh.

A warlock blinked in behind her.

"Warlock alert!" She yelled.

The warlock was about to make his deadly move.

She grabbed a knife from the top of the nearest unit.

"Prepare to die witch." The warlock said.

She stabbed him.

He exploded in a very messy way.

"Oh great!" She pulled her hair from her blood covered face. I thought warlocks weren't supposed to bleed. Now me and my kitchen are covered in blood. Yuck!"