Disclaimer – I do not own Charmed or any Characters associated with the show. They belong to Spelling and Co.

A/N – I just want to clear up who the characters are in this story. Don't worry I won't give anything to do with the story away.

Piper/Phoebe/Paige/Leo – All died in the battle against the mysterious Greane.

Chris/Wyatt Halliwel – the sons of Piper and Leo, alive and well. Chris is twenty, Wyatt twenty-two

Prue Melinda Halliwel –Daughter of Phoebe, (Called Prue because I suck at coming up with names, sorry for any confusion)Prue's 17.

Jenna Greane – you'll learn more as the story goes on. She is the daughter of the big bad, but also used to be friends with the Halliwells. More on her later though. She's twenty.

James Greane – The big bad.

Chapter 3

Wyatt called the Book of Shadows to him, the events of yesterday had started to take it's toll, and he had forgotten to bring it back upstairs to the attic the night before. It appeared before him within seconds, not giving the last of the orbs a chance to go, he started flicking through frantically. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for; it was the time old thing of 'I'll know when I find it'.

Someone bounding up the stairs rudely interrupted his thoughts before coming to a standstill in front of him. Prue stood there, her arms crossed and her eyes glaring at Wyatt. He glanced up and acknowledged her presence and then resumed looking.

"Wyatt, I was reading that."

"Tough."

"That's not fair, you know we're not allowed to, we have to be as normal as possible." She looked at him to see if there was any sign of recognition in him, but instead he was reading something quietly. She shook her head and considered smacking him across the head to see if that did any good.

"It's the grief, when he calms down he'll see sense."

It took a second for it to register with Prue that someone else had spoken, she turned round slowly, ready to make a run for it if it was a bad guy. But instead what she saw was nothing more than a captive situation.

"Jenna?"

"The one and only."

Although Jenna's gag was now hanging loosely around her neck she was still tied to the chair. Prue winced as she saw the rope burn marks on her wrists where she had tried to wriggle herself free. The chair she was tied to wasn't exactly the most ideal thing to be sat on either, it was old, wooden, and the cushion had long since been lost. But if Jenna was uncomfortable she didn't show it. The tone in her voice was light, almost happy and she was sat up straight looking directly towards Prue when she spoke to her. Her eyes where the only tell tale sign of anything but sheer confidence and maybe arrogance associated with any demon.

Half demon Prue reminded herself.

They made her look like a lost little girl and by all rights she was, she had wandered off her path and met the big bad wolf who, unless they did something and fast, wasn't only about to eat dear grandmother but the rest of the family as well, whilst Jenna, little red riding hood if you like, had to sit and watch. Helpless.

"Care to help a gal out of a bit of trouble here?" Jenna asked, lifting her wrists up so she could emphasise the ropes.

Prue looked back over her shoulder to Wyatt. He was now writing something down a pad, his brow furrowed in concentration. As if he knew she was looking he looked up.

"Why are you holding Jenna prisoner?"

"Because she's my bargaining tool." Was his short reply.

"I thought you said no magic?" she asked pointing towards the book and the pen and paper beside it changing the subject quickly, she hadn't liked his answer all that much.

After everything that had happened she had agreed to no magic rule. It was to soon, they needed time to grieve, to get over their loss. Of course, when your brought up around witches and are one yourself, magic is just second nature to you, it would be a reasonable course of action when upset and act out revenge? Was that what he was doing?

Or maybe he was committing the spell they had used to call spirits from the over side to memory like she had. At some point she wanted a proper to goodbye. She was sure so would her father. Once this was over of course. He was mortal, he had no part in this battle, and she couldn't lose another member of her family.

"I did, but think about Prue. If we stick to that, Greane will have his perfect opportunity to attack and finish of the job. He not only knows us, he knows humans."

Before Prue had chance to respond to him, Chris came through carrying what looked like a carrier bag full of herbs and spices. Prue's eyes went immediately back to Jenna, for the first time her eyes where downcast and looking anywhere but at Chris. But he had noticed her, his knuckles around the neck of the bag where as white as his face. Prue couldn't help but think that this was not good.

"Jenna?" He whispered.

"Why does everyone thinks it's so strange that I'm here, tied to a chair?" She asked, her voice thick with sarcasm. In perfect honesty, she'd shimmer away right now if it weren't for those good parts of her, screaming at her to stay. And they where winning.

Finally pulling his eyes away from her, he turned to Wyatt.

"Why?" Was all he could say.

"Because we need her."

"But she's evil, she tricked us." Chris said, his voice picking up for the first time in the conversation.

"How can you be so sure?" Wyatt looked at his brother questioningly and without waiting for an answer carried on, now addressing everyone in the room.

"Greane studied us, he has the power to shape shift amongst other things, and so he could have posed as anything, to learn all about us, a policeman, postman, waiter, anything. The matter of the fact is he knows us, and he also knows humans. We need time to grieve, but we're not going to yet, we're going to be prepared for anything, and that he won't suspect."

Prue shook her head, "Jenna's right, you're not seeing straight."

"Just hear me out. We need to go back in time, not to save them, but to get them, we can't do this without the power of three, and we need as much good power as possible. And after it's all over we'll send them back."

"You can't do that."

"Who's asking you Jenna, you'll just go tell him everything anyway. It's a stupid plan, he'll know anyway." Chris replied quickly, stumbling over his words slightly.

Wyatt put his hand up to silence Chris, "Why can't I do that? I could easily write a spell for it."

"Because of the implications. When you send them back they'll know exactly how they died amongst over things, what they know will affect their decisions and moves which in return affects the future, changing it and maybe not for the better. You can't risk that, not even for revenge. And it won't give you time to grieve, you were right when you said that's what you needed to do, but bringing them here so soon won't help you in the long run, you'll just try to hold on. Trust me Wyatt, it's a bad idea."

Wyatt hated to admit it but she was right. If they knew about Greane, they could become to confident, thinking they can defeat him before he gets to big in the underworld, when in fact as soon as they orbed down there they would probably be killed by another demon, it was to risky. And seeing his parents now would bring up to many emotions, he couldn't even stand going to the mortuary to see them. He sighed, signalling his defeat.

"What if we erased their memories?" Chris asked.

"Now that could work," Wyatt said, walking back over to the Book, "Maybe there's a spell in here we could use, or memory dust perhaps?"

Chris nodded as Prue joined them by the book and together they began to formulate a plan they thought would work.

"Don't listen to the captive then," Jenna muttered more to herself than anything. If only they could still trust her they would see that there where too many flaws. Once again, this wasn't good.

A/N – at last an update. A little bit much on the conversation side in this chapter and also it's not all that long, but I think it works. Expect a new chapter when it's ready, I wrote most of this tonight, Wednesdays being my early finish so I have more time to get everything done leaving time to write. So, Like always please review like these lovely people.

Lucy Knight – Ok, let me try and clear some things up, like I said at the top of this chapter Prue is Phoebe's daughter, called so because I suck at coming up with names. Paige is dead, I struggled to do the death scenes any justice so that's why it's so basic, and Leo is also dead. For Leo I'm going off Season Seven where he's made mortal so therefore he can die in my story hehe.

I'll be reading your story very soon, I promise, I've already read chapter one and I liked it so far. Thanks for reviewing anyway.

Hazza123 – Thanks, hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.

Phoebe Turner – he heno Wyatt hasn't turned evil, he just wants to get even. And I don't think he'll hurt Jenna, trust me I'm the author ;) Thanks for reviewing.

Oracle85 – Thank you for reviewing, hope you liked this chapter to.

Jewel88 – Prue's father has been briefly mentioned in this chapter so we know he's mortal. More will be explained in the next chapter. I'm not going to give his identity away because I am only going off what Phoebe sees in her vision about the future, which is a daughter, I'm not one to second guess the father's identity, only a little for artistic purposes. Thanks for reviewing, I'm glad your liking it so far.