A/N: Hello again! I made an outline for the next few chapters and it seems I only have maybe two or three more before this fic is finished! But, don't forget, I still have the two spin-offs coming. So don't fret, this may be nearing the end, but it's nowhere near the end.

Cornett, Glad you liked the Leo part, and Evil Piper! Thanks! Happy New year to you, too!

Christine Marquez, Lol. Glad you liked it!

C.Charmed24/7, So you're enjoying the fic, right? Lol.

svata2004, Glad you like it!

C.Charmed24/7, This one's for chapter 17 (The other was 16) – Glad you like it! And you'll see how she gets out of the mess; it isn't easy, I assure you!

wyatt333, Lol. Well, you're just going to have to read to see if any of what you want to happen comes true.

Charmedluver, Omg, I'm being attacked! Eeek!

BlueOrbs998, Aww, I'm so sorry. I hope you're feeling better! Glad you liked the Piper and Leo twists. Lol. You give me the best idea, btw. Lol. You'll see why!

can't think of one, Glad you like it!

Kay! Here you go: we're nearing the end, unless I decide to write something in that adds to my outline and it becomes longer. Than you'll get to read the spin-offs (Which will be attached to this fic, just as a parts 1, 2, and 3.)

So enjoy and please review!

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Phoebe stood slowly, her hands where Piper could see them so she didn't think she was being attacked. Piper's arms were crossed and her expression was dark and cold – she was pissed off.

"Piper-" Phoebe said calmly, worry etched on her face. She'd had the unfortunate luck of battling Piper when she was evil several times in the past; it was something Phoebe had hoped to never do again. But it looked as if she was going to have to.

Phoebe suddenly had an idea. She chanted:

"Witches of the Halliwell Line, bring back my sister to me.

Return to her now her memories

Return her now to the side of good."

"Stupid girl," Piper spat, totally unaffected by the stupid spell. "What are you doing here? No, I don't care." And she attacked.

Phoebe did cartwheels, summersaults, spins, twists, and squats to avoid Piper's flying fists, legs, and sudden power-attacks. Evil or not, Piper was still a sister witch and she couldn't freeze Phoebe – thank goodness – but she could blow Phoebe up. Also, somehow, the blood oath had given her the power to shoot fireballs and energy balls. Not good.

Phoebe gave a hard right hook, getting Piper right on the cheek. The evil sister stumbled backwards and shot a fireball at Phoebe, who was too slow this time and got thrown to the ground. Cringing in pain, Phoebe stood – and ducked right away to avoid an energy ball.

"Piper, stop!" Phoebe cried, kicking her sister in the stomach. Piper stumbled backwards, clutching her stomach. She hissed and tried to blow Phoebe up, but Phoebe threw herself to the ground. She flipped back up – and her lip connected with Piper's fist. She stumbled backwards, the metallic taste of blood heavy on her tongue.

Piper shot an energy ball at Phoebe in one direction and a fireball in the other. Unable to dodge both, Phoebe was hit twice – once in the chest by the energy ball, and once in the legs by the fireball.

Coughing, spluttering, and badly weakened, choking somewhat on the blood from her lip, Phoebe lay helplessly on the ground. Piper towered over her, ready to let loose the final attack.

"Piper-" Phoebe choked, tears in her eyes. "Please, Piper."

Piper seemed to hesitate.

"Piper, please, it's me – it's your sister. Don't do this. Remember your family – you're kids. Remember who you are, a Charmed One. Our Destiny is to protect the innocent. We're good witches. We've been through so much together, Piper, you must remember," Phoebe said weakly, her whole body aching.

Piper hesitated more. She seemed torn between blowing Phoebe into smithereens and helping her up; she looked confused.

Phoebe took this opportunity to get up and run like hell. Piper didn't make chase and she didn't attack – she just stood their, staring after Phoebe, a look of utter confusion on her face.

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Back at the Manor, Phoebe stepped into a warm, hot shower to wash away the blood and to relax her sore body, though the water hitting her hurt like hell. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, tried to think. She knew she was weak alone, but that spell should have worked. It had done absolutely nothing. She needed a better plan, a way to save Piper and bring her back to the side of good. Phoebe knew that she couldn't save her daughter and nephews without some help and Piper was all she had left.

She turned off the water, wrapped a towel around her self, and stepped out of the shower. She stood in front of the mirror, hands on the counter, unable to move. She thought back to when she and Piper had battled Kirkus in an attempt to get the children back. She remembered the perfect idea she had come up with to trick Kirkus. She remembered that it had failed. And then Piper's blood had dripped onto the oath and-

Phoebe gasped. That was it! She had figured it out! She knew how to bring Piper back to her!

But it was going to be hard. She had to get the Blood Oath away from Kirkus and tear it to shreds. But Kirkus had it with him and he still had several demons and the Children of Darkness surrounding him. So how to do it?

She thought hard – and it came to her.

Quickly, Phoebe ran to her room. She dried off and changed into a dark, evil looking outfit: A black spaghetti strap top, low-rise jeans, and black boots. It would be easy to battle in it, if need be; at the same time, she didn't look like a goody-goody - the perfect outfit to trick Kirkus.

But would her plan work?

The first time it had. But a second time? Would it fool Kirkus? Would he believe her, or think she was deceiving him? She'd have to make it very, very convincing and she'd have to work it to almost the very last possible second or she'd be found out and killed before she had the chance to do anything.

Taking a deep breath, Phoebe left her room and went to the kitchen. She grabbed her car keys and left the house.

Outside, Phoebe climbed into the car, still extremely sore from her battle with Piper.

This has to work, Phoebe thought to herself. It just has to.

Hesitating for no more than a second longer, Phoebe pulled out of the driveway and drove towards the cemetery for, what she hoped, would be the last time.

This time, she hoped, she'd be leaving with Piper, her daughter, and her nephews.

This time, she hoped, they'd vanquish Kirkus and his minions – for good.