A/N: Here! Last one! I'll try to update sooner, promise. So expect Ch 12 soon!

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Bryce spun around; his breath caught in his throat. Before him stood a young women – maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. She had long raven black hair, honey eyes, and ivory skin. She wore black leather pants, black leather boots, and a black spaghetti strap top. A holster was attacked to her pants and a gun was nestled inside. A leather pouch was tied next to the gun holster. The girl's expression was cold and hateful.

"What do you want?' The girl asked; she had a slight English Accent.

And, Bryce realized, she had a startling resemblance to Prue.

"I asked you a question. What do you want? How did you get in?" she asked angrily.

"I-I – a spell," Bryce stammered.

The girl's expression hardened. "A spell? Are you a warlock?"

Bryce shook his head. "No, no, I'm not magical at all!"

"Then how could you get a hold of a spell to bring you here?" she asked.

"I read a time travel spell f-from this book. I swear, I don't mean any harm," Bryce said, his eyes falling on the gun, then moving back to the girl.

"The only Book powerful enough to transport a human back and forth in time is the Book of Shadows, belonging to the Charmed Ones," the girl retorted.

Bryce nodded. "I don't know I-if that's what they're called, but the Book belonged to my-" he was going to say wife, but he felt it safer not to. "-my friend."

The girl frowned suspiciously. "A Halliwell?"

Bryce nodded. "Prue."

The girl narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "And why would Prue give the Book to you, a human? Why would her sister's allow it?"

"Her sister's were killed almost a decade ago. Prue was- well, she was killed a year ago. I kept the Book after she was gone," Bryce explained, his heart aching just thinking of Prue.

The girls eyes flashed with – something. Bryce couldn't tell what. But he was pretty sure of one thing: the girl wasn't going to hurt him.

"What's you're name?" Bryce asked.

"Leila," the girl replied hesitantly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Where am I?" Bryce asked. "Is this still Halliwell Manor?"

Leila nodded. "This is what years of life without the Charmed Ones has done to it. Evil reigns now and any who are good, especially those who are good magic are in danger every day. I started protecting this place two years ago."

"Why?" Bryce asked.

"Because," Leila replied stiffly, "I used to live here. I am a Halliwell. I'm Prue's youngest daughter."

"No, Alex is Prue's youngest daughter," Bryce replied.

"Prue is not gone," Leila retorted. "Four years after she died, she was brought back by The Fourth. She reunited with her husband and had me. However, her husband – my father – was not a part of my life and I never knew him. I don't even know what he looks like; Prue kept his pictures hidden from me. My sisters – Jaclyn and Alexandra – never spoke about him and no one would tell me why he was gone. I've hated him since.

"Soon after The Fourth brought mum back, The Fourth was murdered by the same person who had killed mum the first time. And then, when I was fourteen, the same person who had killed mum the first time killed her again. My sisters and I went into hiding, but we were found. They were taken prisoner. Only I managed to escape and still, I don't know how. For all I know, they're dead now," Leila finished.

Bryce took a moment to digest this all, then asked, "But what about the English accent? Prue didn't have one."

"I went to England for awhile," Leila replied. "When I was fifteen, I ran away to live there. I was safe there. But I came back to guard this house and protect what was left of my family heritage. In that time, I acquired the accent and I haven't gotten rid of it. It's a good cover for me."

"Prue isn't dead forever, than?" Bryce asked. "She'll come back to me?"

Leila frowned; what an odd choice of wording. "To you?"

Bryce took a step forward and Leila stepped back.

"Leila, I'm- I'm-"

But he never got to tell her what he was. The next thing he knew, the room was spinning again and he was back in Halliwell Manor. But was he back in his own time? He put he Book away and ran downstairs to the living room.

Paige was sitting next to Jaclyn and Alex, talking to them. The girls were giggling and Paige was smiling. When she saw Bryce, she stood and walked to him, then led him to the kitchen.

"They're doing well," she explained. "I think they'll be okay now."

"Thanks," Bryce said quickly.

Paige frowned. "You okay? You seem . . . flustered."

"I'm fine. Uhm, I kind of have some work to do. Could you-"

"No problem," Paige said, smiling in understanding. "I'll go. Do you want me to drop by tomorrow? See how they're doing? And see how you're doing?"

Bryce nodded. "That would be great."

He walked Paige out, then went to the living room and watched his daughters from the doorway. They were talking on the couch and laughing.

He smiled slightly. He was grateful; Paige had made them happy again. He only hoped it would last.

But he had bigger things to think about. Four years seemed like an eternity and he couldn't wait for those for years to pass so he would be reunited with Prue again.

And on the other hand, who was – and how would he ever find – The Fourth?