It's really weird. I get reviews, and they just give me incentive to write more! So, here you go. This chapter is dedicated to JanaRose (my most loyal reviewer, with 2!), naiya-isis and Mysterious Midnight!

--Chapter Three--

Phoebe looked up to Piper, pleading evident in her eyes. 'But Prue can't be! I mean, when?' She looked as if words had failed her.

Paige turned towards Phoebe. 'I'd say around May '87, but that could just be a guess,' she said sarcastically, trying to break the tension. When she realised that it hadn't worked, she put her arm around Phoebe and hugged her close. 'Maybe this is just a mistake, I mean, you guys would have noticed if Prue'd had a baby, wouldn't you?'

Piper looked stunned. '1987, Prue would have been seventeen, I was fifteen, Phoebs, you were just thirteen. That was when Prue was going through her rebellious phase with, what was his name?'

'Justin.' Phoebe answered dully. This is all falling into place. God, I wish it wasn't. 'That was when she was attacked, but that was in '86. Remember, Grams made her finish the winter semester.'

'Of course. She was crying herself to sleep nearly every night. I could hear her, and so could you. Then Grams sent her to stay in England with one of her friends for a while to get things into perspective. She came back to retake senior year.' Suddenly, the realisation hit Piper as well. 'Oh my god,' she said, slowly, 'Prue...'

Paige was listening to them, hardly daring to believe her ears. 'How is it that I didn't know any of this?' she asked, looking from Piper to Phoebe and back again. 'Did you all just forget to mention it?'

Phoebe raised her head to stare into Paige's eyes. 'It's not that we kept it from you,' she tried to explain. 'It was just so long ago.'

'It was so painful,' Piper added. 'I don't think I ever wanted to remember Prue going through that...'

'It might have been nice to have a heads up!' Paige interrupted. 'You know, just a "PS you might be an aunt" kind of thing!' she ranted.

Phoebe stood up, fire blazing in her eyes. 'Paige! You have no idea what we went through! We'd hoped it was all over, and we never wanted to go there again! It's not like we knew she was pregnant!'

'Phoebe, sit down.' Piper said. 'She might not have even been pregnant, this could all be just some big mistake.' she continued, calmly.

'Piper this is not a mistake and you know it!' Phoebe said venomously. 'There is a girl upstairs, unconscious on my bed, who claims to be Prue's... daughter, and you can't pretend that it isn't happening! I don't believe she is doing this, again! Piper always does this!

'I'm not pretending that it isn't happening!' Piper said, in a dangerous whisper, practically shaking with rage. 'I just can't believe that Prue wouldn't ever tell us something like this...' she tailed off, breaking down into tears.

Paige got up off of the couch and went to comfort Piper. She sat down on the arm of the chair and started to rub small, soothing circles in the middle of her back. Phoebe's face immediately softened, and she too moved over to the chair, and knelt down in front of it.

'Sweetie, I'm sorry,' she said, taking Piper's hands in hers. 'I'm just scared too, and I don't know what to do, and I feel like I should...'

Paige interrupted Phoebe's ramblings. 'You shouldn't know what to do honey, it's not like this is a common situation or anything.' she bent down and kissed the top of Phoebe's head. 'It's all going to be okay.'

Suddenly, a scream came from Phoebe's room, followed by Wyatt crying from the nursery. As one, the three sisters ran upstairs, Piper to Wyatt's nursery and Phoebe and Paige into Phoebe's room.

The girl was sitting bolt upright in Phoebe's bed, tears running down her face. She was staring at a demon that had just shimmered in beside the bed, with an energy ball in his hand. She looked up to Phoebe and Paige when they walked in to the room, her eyes pleading with them to help her.

'Piper!' Phoebe yelled, high kicking the demon from behind, almost knocking him into the girl in the bed.

'Energy ball!' said Paige, and the girl looked stunned as it suddenly vanished from the demon and materialised into Paige's outstretched hand. Paige threw it at the demon, but it didn't kill him, it just really pissed him off. He turned back to the bed and grabbed the girl by the arm, holding her in front of him as a shield from Phoebe and Paige whilst lifting her high into the air by her left arm. A resounding crack echoed through the room as the demon threw her against the wall, and the girl's face crumpled. Broken bones were now protruding from her arm. Oh Jesus, that hurts. Phoebe bent over, trying to block out the girl's pain, as Piper skidded into the room, hands up at the ready.

What she saw astounded her. Phoebe was curled into the foetal position in the corner of the room, deep concentration on her face. Paige was standing at the foot of the bed, her mouth open, just watching. The girl was holding her left wrist steady on her chest, but was proceeding to beat the crap out of the demon in front of her. Piper gaped as she punched him in the chest, then axe-kicked him in the head. She followed this by kneeing him in the crotch and then sweeping his feet from under him. As she made to kick him in the head again, the demon shimmered out. The girl turned to face Piper and Paige, her lip bloodied, and then fell to her knees on the floor, cradling her arm. They ran quickly to her side.

'Leo!' Piper yelled into the corridor. 'Leo!'

The girl looked up at them from the floor, and Phoebe got up. Paige looked at Phoebe quizzically, nodding towards the girl.

'She's blocking out the pain,' Phoebe said, as she walked over to them. She knelt down beside the girl and gently took her arm from her, but the girl snatched it away.

'I'm fine,' she said harshly. 'I just need a second.' Tears were still falling unnoticed from her eyes, mixing with the blood seeping through her shirt. Large drops were staining her jeans.

'Leo!' Piper yelled again. 'It's okay, bring Wyatt!'

The girl looked at them curiously. 'Who's Leo?'

Paige smiled at her. 'An angel,' she replied. 'And my husband.'

Leo orbed into Phoebe's room, Wyatt balanced on his hip. 'What's wrong? What happened?' he said, looking around the room urgently, seeing the blood on the wall. He saw all the sisters on the floor with the girl from before holding her arm and trying to stand up. 'Whoa there,' he said, rushing over and handing Wyatt over to Piper, pushing the girl gently back down onto the floor. Phoebe guided her down, helping to cradle her arm, feeling her pain seeping through her mental block and wincing. Leo bent down and held out his hands, but the girl shrank away from him and back into Paige, who held her securely.

'What's wrong?' she said quietly, running her fingers through the girl's hair, trying to comfort her. The girl pulled herself together quickly and sat up slightly straighter, although the pain was becoming more and more evident on her, and Phoebe's, face.

'Nothing, I'm fine,' she said firmly, holding her arm out to Leo. He placed both his hands over her arm and a warm glow emanated from his palms. The blood vanished from the wall and her clothes and the bones withdrew back into her arm. The material of her old black and red rugby shirt knit itself back together and the pain vanished from her face. Phoebe stood up, instantly chirpier now that she wasn't getting the waves of pain from the girl on the floor.

'Quite accident prone, aren't you?' Leo said, smiling calmly and helping Piper to her feet, holding his hand out to the girl. She ignored him and pulled herself to her feet.

'It's not my fault that weird people keep coming after me, is it?' she mumbled with her head looking at the floor. 'People have been trying to kill me my whole life, it's not exactly easy,' she said, lifting her eyes and staring fiercely into Leo's.

The three sisters looked at each other, each with a worried look in their eyes. Piper spoke quietly. 'Maybe we should all go downstairs?'

--End of Chapter Three--

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