Mel11: Chicken Pox, ah, the first thing that comes to mind when you think of "Mass Disieses"...I also have a sister "Bessyboo" or Bess. She drives me crazy. That relationship was the base for the Erin/Bridget relationship.
I just found your story with Auroura and Haley and Charisma and such. It is fabulous. I'm reviewing right now!

Blissful Lyss Turner 72: Sorry to forget this in the the last chapter, no, Cole is not their father. Remember back in season three or something when we found out Pheobe had a kid in the future, well, now they're saying we have to wait until season 8 to find out who the father is-so, when Season 8 starts and we find out, I'll edit him/it/whatever into the story.

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Bridget played with the pasta in front of her, seperating the marinara third from the alfredo third, and carefully slipping the pesto third to Erin, who traded it for her marinara.

It was a silent dinner. Piper had made pasta with three different kinds of sauce. She really was a good cook.

Leo had orbed in a few hours earlier, coming with the same news that the people at magic school had told Paige earleir. Anyone could come in, but once they were in, they couldn't get out.

Chris picked at the pieces of pasta that had fallen into his water, squishing them between his fingers. He was dazed. This was all so absurd. Why did things like this always happen to them? Why?

Basically everyone else at the table was thinking the same thing as Chris, and no one had touched their food.

"If no one is going to eat their food I can put it in containers and we can eat it tommorow?" Piper broke the scilence with a motherly question, not wanting dinner to go to waste.

Almost everyone pushed their plates towards the center of the table, except Ivan, who carefully took his pasta out of the plastic dish, and placed it on the table, feeling quite proud of himself for accomplishing it.

Pheobe crashed her head on the table and let out a low "Ivan…." Beofre she got up to help her child clean his hands.

It was nine at night now. Pheobe had put Ivan to bed. Everyone else was sitting in the living room, again, in scilence. Finally Penelope decided to break it, getting up and sighing, smoothing her skirt out.

"I should probobly get ready for bed, you know, wipe my makeup off and everything."

"Alright sweetie, don't forget to wear your retainers." Pheobe nodded her head in approval.

"Yeah, me too…I'm kinda tired, long day, yah?" Patrick followed his sister out of the living room.

"Kay you guys, seeya in the morning." Erin looked up at them with glazed eyes. "I'm gonna go get a coffee, anyone want one?" Erin pushed on her legs to help her get out of her big, oversized arm chair. Everyone's hands went up in the air.

"Alright, orders." Erin relented, knowing she'd probobly be making six different kinds of coffee.

"Black." Paige started off.

"Same." Echoed Pheobe and Piper. "No cream, no sugar, nothing. Just the straightest stuff we got."

"Mocha." Chris decided. "The chocolate syrup is in the fridge."

"Cream and sugar." Wyatt said, raising a finger in the air to get noticed.

"French Vanilla." Muttered Bridget, taking a pillow from the couch and placing it on her mother's lap, putting her head down on it and streaching out on the couch, ready to fall asleep.

"I'll have a mocha too." Melinda said.

"Dad? Uncle Leo?" Erin turned towards the last two people she needed to take orders from.

"Just some plain coffee with half-and-half would be great Erin." Leo thanked her and Dean requested plain black coffee like his wife.

"So, lemme get this straight-Four plain, black coffees, Two Mochas, One French Vanilla, One with crème and sugar, one with half-and-half, and one for me with just sugar? All caf I assume?" Erin ticked each one off on her hands.

"Aye aye!" Bridget threw her hand up on the air to giver her the good-to-go.

"Mom could you help me orb thease in?" A few minutes later Erin was done with the coffees, and, not really knowing how to carry all of them in, she asked her mother for help. "Or Bridge, you could do it."

"I'll do it sweetie-Coffees!" Paige orbed the coffees' onto the coffee table in front of them.

"Which one is which?" Bridget asked, still with her head on her mother's lap, sticking out a finger and pointing at the ten mugs in front of her.

Erin pointed each person's coffee and said who's it was. Everyone got theirs and began sipping in unison.

It was quite odd for everyone to be tired, beacause it was only nine-thirty, but it had been a long day, and no one was used to having everyone in the house all at the same time.

Bridget was only half-way through her coffee when she put it down, and sat up.

"I'm gonna go to bed, I'm really tired, Erin, you coming?" Bridget rubbed her eyes and began to walk up the stairs.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay and finish my coffee." Erin told her sister, swirling her mug clockwise and watching as the coffee formed a small tornado in the mug.

"Kay, seeya in the morning." Bridget headed towards the big staircase and began to climb it.

Soon everyone had gone to bed but Pheobe and Erin. Pheobe had her gaze set on Erin, looking at her intently, scanning her for something.

"You know who you look like?" Pheobe asked her, resting her chin in her hand.

"Who?" Erin asked. Bridget had been told that she looked like Mom, but Erin had never been told who she looked like.

"You look like your Aunt Prue." Pheobe responded, thinking of her oldest sister, who had died years before.

"Really? I never got to see her? What does she look like?" Erin smiled, she finally knew who she looked like.

"I'll get you a picture." Pheobe answered, and got up slowly, opening the doors to the dusty picture cabinet. She took out a box labeled 1999-2000 and slowly opened it, flipping through photos. "Here." She picked one up a and blew the dust off.

"Wow." Erin said, looking at the picture. "She was really beautiful." She was looking at a picture of prue, snapped sitting in a chair, wearing a blue dress. She was looking at the camera intently, as if expecting something out of it. She had long, dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her cheekbones were nicely defined. Erin reached up to touch hers. A smile came to her lips.

"You're right. I do look like her." She was smiling, but then the smile faded. "How did she die?"

" A demon killed her." Pheobe answered, waving off the question. "It's kind of hard to talk about. Her real name was Prudence. You're lucky you didn't inherit her name too."

Erin laughed. "Why haven't you summoned her?"

"We can't." Pheobe answered. "We tried. It has to be a cetain amount of time beofre you can summon somone."

"When was the last time you tried?" Erin wanted to meet her. It was just a sudden urge, she had no idea why.

"A while ago." Pheobe said. "I don't know, we could try tomorrow."

"I'd like that." Erin said back up at her, Pheobe was wearing a bit of a sad smile, remembering her oldest sister. "Okay. I'm gonna go to bed. Make sure you don't stay up too late? Okay Erin?"

"Kay Aunt Pheobe." Erin nodded towards her as Pheobe smiled and headed up the stairs.

Erin stirred her coffee nonchalantly. There was nothing in it left but some stray powder and sugar at the bottom. She stuck her finger in and pulled some out, licking it off her forefinger and digging it out from under her nail. She decided to go into the kitchen to get some more.

Erin walked into the kitchen and set up the coffee pot, which her father had just fixed this morning. She put the water and the coffee in and got out the sugar bowl.

She turned around to get a spoon out from the door when the house began to shake. Erin grabbed onto the table for support. As soon as she did the shaking stopped. Erin let go.

Hm, that was odd. She thought, and she went to clean up the coffee that had spilled during the mini-earthquake. None of it made sense-of course, her life never really-

CRASH!

A figure fell through the celing. A mass of arms and legs. She was wearing nothing but an airy white, what appeared to be a shorter version of a spaghetti-strap nightgown. Erin looked up to see her face.

"Aunt Prue?"