Phoebe walked into Shea Scott's bedroom apartment. She noticed the mess on the floor, which included girls and guys clothes. "Ever hear of a vacuum?" She said to herself as she noticed the massive amounts of dirt on the floor, obviously from the treading of people partying the night away. "She's worse than Paige." Phoebe said, remembering when Paige used to bring her wild party friends to the manor. Phoebe stepped over a carton of old Chinese food that was probably stuck to the floor. Phoebe didn't know exactly why she was here. Piper told her that she should come, to "examine" the place. That basically translated to: Go through her stuff and she what she's like. Walking into the bedroom, she came across an unmade bed, and more dirty or clean clothes. She looked for the closet and found it. It was covered in posters of everything imaginable. She had posters of Ben Folds, the Postal Service and other bands. There were awards for spelling bees, and even a "Spiritual Award" for her catholic school. Phoebe laughed to herself as she tried to open the closet door. When she finally got it open, she found a little beanbag, implying that Pier used to sit there. A bookshelf occupied one wall, and a row of clothes took up the other. A box on top of a shelf was marked Shea. Phoebe stood on one other the shelves and reached up for the box. She didn't open it, but loaded it into her car and drove to the manor. She'd call Chris and Piper home and open it then.
Shea sat alone. Piper and Chris had left a little while ago, promising to come back and to bring Piper's other sister. Shea thought about her conversation that she and Piper had when Chris left to go get something for them to drink.
"You guys must be in love." Shea had said."I don't know…"Piper hesitated for a moment, but then she continued. "Chris used to date my sister Paige, and I was married to my…um…well I was married to the love of my life, Leo."
"What happened?" Shea had asked, hoping she wasn't intruding. "Did they sleep together or something?"
"No. My sister and Leo died about a week ago. Chris and I, we just…I don't really know. Were comforting each other you could say." Piper had tried to put it the best way she knew how. She thought about how she was never really good at talking to kids. Paige was the social worker; it was her area of expertise.
"Were you and Chris…seeing each other before they died?" Shea had asked.
"No. You know, for someone who just survived a major car accident, you really aren't getting enough sleep." Piper had said, laughing.
Chris had stuck his head in the door and said that Phoebe called, and she needed them back at the manor. He came towards Shea and leaned forward. He whispered in her ear, "We'll be back later" He had grabbed Piper's hand and led her toward the door. Piper had turned back at her and made a face. Shea stuck her tongue out and Piper chuckled as the heavy wood door closed behind them.
Shea opened her eye to see her latest foster parents, the Scott's standing at the foot of her bed. Oh no, she though.
"What? Not happy to see us?" Ryan Scott asked, reading her facial expression.
"You deserve everything you got you little worm." Her foster mom, Belle Scott hissed at her.
"Shut up." Shea muttered.
"What was that?" Belle asked, raising a hand threateningly. Out of habit, Shea raised her hand to deflect the blow aimed at her head. Belle's hand slipped through Shea's defensive maneuver and her hand stung Shea's head.
"Now Belle. Let's look at this as a blessing. She's alive, and since she's alive, we get more insurance money. If she had died like the rest of her pitiful loser friends, we wouldn't be collecting as much money. See, we can sue that Foster boy's parents for some serious damage money." Ryan was only concerned with the money. That was the only reason they kept her around, to collect money.
"Don't you dare sue Rhys' parents." Shea demanded. This time, it was Ryan's hand that shot out and stung Shea's head, this time on the side, by her temple.
"Ryan honey. Let's go. I don't want to be here anymore. You better be here when we come back tomorrow." Belle spat out.
They left, slamming the door behind them. Shea picked up the phone and looked at the small piece of paper in her hand. It had the Halliwell's number on it, and they said she could call whenever she needed to. She dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up.
Piper parked the car and got out. She looked at the roped off area which was marked by the yellow caution tape. She shuddered when she thought about those poor kids. They were only 18, she thought. She made her way up the stair and entered the manor. Phoebe was sitting in the living room, staring at a small cardboard box with the name Shea written on each side, and on the top, in big black letters.
"I waited for you, before I opened it." Phoebe explained, as if she was reading Piper's mind.
"Wait for me!" Chris yelled from the kitchen. A moment later, her entered the living room, fully equipped with a sandwich and a coke. Piper sat down next to Phoebe on the couch and Chris sat on a chair. Phoebe slipped the scissors under the duck tape and pulled them, causing the tape rip cleanly. Taking the cover off, she blew a thin layer of dust off the contents of the box. One by one she pulled the items out and placed them on the coffee tale.
"A picture." Piper said, thinking that it looked familiar. Phoebe pulled the next item out.
"A baby blanket." Piper stated the obvious.
"Wait. Doesn't that look like ours?" Phoebe said, referring to the baby blankets that their mother, Patty Halliwell, had made them just after they were born. All of them were blue, just like Shea's, and it said their name on it, just like Shea's.
"Just a coincidence." Piper said.
The next item was a baby book. Phoebe opened it and placed on the coffee table, so that they could look at it. The cover page just said Shea in big fancy letters. Just then, the phone rang.
"I'll get it." Piper offered. She stood up and walked into the kitchen, and lifted the phone off the receiver.
"Hello?" A voice on the other line said.
"Hello. Shea?" Piper asked.
"Yea. I was wondering, well I can be released and I was wondering if I could go to your house, because my foster parents…well…I was just wondering." Shea stuttered out.
"Hey, no. That's fine. I'll pick you up in 20 minutes." Pier could sense the fear in Shea's voice.
"Thanks. I'll be ready." Shea hung the phone up.
Piper walked back into the living room.
"I'm going to pick Shea. Her foster parents are freaking…"Piper just noticed Phoebe's face, which was twisted in confusion and disbelief. "What?"
All Phoebe could do was point at first, but then she spoke. It's Shea, with her mom and dad." She managed to say.
"So what. He mom and dad…are the same as our mom and dad." Piper couldn't believe it either. She sat down on the couch, forgetting about Shea for the moment.