A/N: First, let me thank the reviewers:

Carey: Yeah. There's just something about the Avatars that I don't fully trust.

CuteLittleBritt: Yeah. Like Carey said, the Avatars could end up being evil and pull a "Cole" on them sisters (Carey's words. I like it! Lol). I'm glad you like it and thanks for the review!

Christine Marquez: Thanks for the review! I like honesty and I'm glad you ended up liking the fic and I'm glad you like the twists. The summary (sp?) is very vague, but I wasn't sure how else to write it without giving too much away, although there isn't much that I could give away. Anyway, lol, glad you like it and again, thanks for the review!

Kay, I'm writing this on a chapter-by-chapter basis for now because I'm short on time lately. As soon as I can write up a couple more, I will and I'll be able to post more often.

Until then, please enjoy and please review!

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Later that night when Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda were asleep, Piper and Phoebe crashed on the couch. Piper sat up right with her legs curled under herself, while Phoebe sat beside her, her head on Piper's shoulder. The house was dark and quiet. Neither sister liked it at all.

"This place hasn't been the same since-" Phoebe began, but cut herself off.

"I know," Piper agreed, sighing. "Sometimes I wish the Avatars had never come to Leo. Other times, I'm grateful, despite what we lost. Our kids get to live in a nice, normal life with few cares or worries and we're not off vanquishing demon after demon every day, risking our lives."

"But Paige. And Leo, Brody, Jason," Phoebe countered. "Can't we go back in time and-"

"No," Piper cut her off. "No, we can't. It'll mess up this time too much. The Avatars were a very big event and we can't screw with something like that. What happened was meant to be, for some reason or another and I won't do anything to jeopardize what is and what is meant to be, nor will I force my kids into a world of demons, witches, warlocks, and other nasties. I refuse to make them become the next Charmed Ones."

Phoebe nodded, not daring to argue. Piper's face was red with anger and arguing with her at a time like this would be stupid.

"It's not fair. Why did they have to take Leo away?" Piper asked; her eyes were red and filled with tears; her anger was dissipating and becoming sadness. "Paige was killed, Brody left, and Jason left you soon after you became pregnant. Leo was all we – all I – had left and they took him, too. They took Prue from us all those years back, Grams before that, and mom before that. It's just not fair."

"Sweetie, maybe you should go to bed. Get some rest," Phoebe suggested.

Piper nodded, standing up. "Fine. I guess I do need some sleep. I have to go to New Jersey in a few days to discuss opening up another P3 at an abandoned club for sale."

Piper owned a P3 here, in San Francisco (the original P3), New York, and Boston. Now there was a possibility, if all went well, of one opening up in New Jersey. The clubs were sometimes hard to handle, and it meant going away every few months for a few weeks to organize everything. But they brought in money.

"Good night," Piper told Phoebe, leaving the room and going upstairs.

Phoebe watched her leave, then snuggled into the couch, covered herself with a blanket, and reached for the remote control. She turned on the TV and began to channel surf. Nothing was on.

"Boring. Boring. Boring and boring," she said with a sigh, so she flipped on the news. It never hurt to be kept up to date with world events, even if most of the news was bad these days. The demons and evil baddies might be gone, but the world still had it's usual, normal problems like criminals and natural disasters; wait, what?

Phoebe sat up, pushing the volume button until the TV was loud and clear, but not loud enough to wake the whole house.

"We have some interesting, and very dangerous, weather coming into our area between tonight and tomorrow," the reporter, Mike Harrison, said in that very serious, neutral tone reporters use. "Let's go to Rich Patterson for details. Rich?"

"Thanks, Mike. Well, we have some bad news for those in San Francisco and the surrounding areas. Scientists have picked up some rather disturbing information: An earthquake is on its way. Earthquakes are typical in California, but this one isn't typical. Also on its way to the sunshine state is a very dangerous hurricane, one that could cause more damage than an earthquake and will cause much, much more damage than a normal hurricane because of the earthquake coming along with it. We'll have more news about this soon. For now, state officials are urging everyone to stock up on rations and stay inside."

Phoebe's eyes bulged. "Piper!" she shouted, no longer concerned if she woke the kids. "Piper, now!!"

Whoosh, Slam, Stomp stomp, Pound, "Ow!"

Piper, rubbing her arm, came up beside Phoebe. "What? What's going on? What happened?" she asked, her tone slightly panicky.

Phoebe quickly filled her sister in on what the weather report had said, leaving out no detail. When she was finished, Piper had a look of shock on her face. She sunk down onto the couch.

"Demons we can handle. But natural disasters? That goes beyond even us," Piper managed to say, frowning. Fear lingered in her eyes but she tried to hide it.

"That's the thing . . ." Phoebe said slowly, chewing her lip and averting her gaze.

"What? What's what thing?" Piper asked, narrowing her eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

"Well," Phoebe replied, trying to search for the right words. She didn't want to alarm Piper, but she had to tell her. "What if the weather isn't a result of mother nature?"

"What? I was Mother Nature once remember? Well, the Goddess of Nature or whatever the hell I was. I kinda know how she behaves and she can behave in bizarre ways."

"That's not what I mean, Piper," Phoebe replied, staring Piper right in the eyes, completely serious.

Piper frowned. "What do you mean, then?"

"What if the weather is being caused by demons?" Phoebe asked.

"What?" Piper cried, standing. "Phoebe that's ridiculous. The Avatars got rid of all the demons eight years ago."

"That doesn't mean they're all gone. What if some of them slipped through the cracks? Piper, we have a hurricane and an earthquake coming right at us at the same time. That's not normal," Phoebe replied.

"Our lives aren't normal, Phoebe, demons or not," Piper countered.

"I still think we need to be careful, watch our backs. This storm might not be normal," Phoebe argued.

"Fine. We'll watch our backs," Piper finally gave in. "But I think you're wrong," she added firmly. She stalked back out of the room and back upstairs, still rubbing her soon to be black and blue arm.

Phoebe stared after her, a really bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.