A/N: This chapter will be longer, and due to the fact that I got complaints about my food (grumbles), I will no longer be giving out free cookies and brownies and such to bribe you guys to review. Oops. Did I say that? Anyway, this story takes place in the future of Charmed, yet somehow, I am making it in the sixth season of Buffy. Don't ask me how, I just know that's kinda like how I'm doing it.

Padme the 2nd: Well, as you can probably see, no more brownies. Happy? I'm not…Anyway, nonsensical ranting about brownies and foodstuff aside, thanks, and as you can see, I will and have kept on writing!

Allen Pitt: Well, the Charmed Ones do not exactly know about her just yet, but they might, in this chapter. Prue died quite a number of years ago in this story, meaning that it's set somewhere in the near future. They do not know about Slayers, and about Tara and Willow's Whitelighter, I've got a little surprise coming up. See if you guys can guess who it's gonna be.

Chapter 6

"Ssh, she's probably sleeping. We really shouldn't wake her."

"Did we have to come so early?"

"Yes. Xander, don't slam the-"

That was followed by the slamming of a door. Phae stirred, listening to all the activity going on downstairs. What and who in their right minds would want to wake her up at – Phae turned to check the time – 7 in the morning?

Too lazy to walk down, she astral projected herself to the stairs, and saw Dawn, Buffy, Anya, Tara, Willow, Xander, and finally Giles making their way into the kitchen. She returned to her body and got out of bed, heading into the bathroom, grabbing some clothes along the way.

Fifteen minutes later, she came down to the kitchen to the smell of pancakes and to the sight of everyone, with the exception of Tara, sitting at the table, talking among mouthfuls of pancake.

"Okay, you guys had better have a reason to be here and wake me up at seven in the morning," Phae demanded, sitting down at the table and helping herself to Tara's 'famous' pancakes.

"Morning!" everyone chirped.

"We didn't expect you to be awake so early. We were planning to do a little cleaning and arranging of Nana's funeral and…" Willow trailed off, looking at the others for support.

"You see, we thought you'd be a little shaken," Dawn started, then realized what she was saying and looked at Giles, a pleading look in her eyes.

Giles sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his temples as though he had a headache. "Well, Phaedra, basically, what Dawn and Willow are trying to say is that we thought we'd come over and help you get everything organized and sorted out and settled, like your bills, for instance, and like Willow mentioned, cleaning up the house a little and taking care of the arrangements to your grandmother's funeral."

"Oh. Why didn't you say so then?" Phae asked, pretending not to notice the slip-up her best friend made. Sure, she was shaken, but this witch wasn't about to let the whole world know how she was feeling.

"Well, we tried, but it seemed to come out wrong," Buffy quipped. She finished her breakfast and stood up, taking the plate to the sink. "Let me handle your bills and stuff. I'm not much of a cleaner."

"I'll work with you," Anya said, smiling as though happy to be around something concerning money. "Xander?" she asked, looking at her fiancé.

"Yeah, why not. It's not like I want to clean up or arrange a funeral or anything."

"Willow and I will do the cleaning," Tara said.

"And I will take care of the preparations for your grandmother's funeral," Giles added.

"What about me and Phae?" Dawn asked.

Everyone looked at each other. "You guys just chill out, do homework or something," Buffy said.

Phae nodded, thinking about last night. She waited until everyone had left the kitchen, going in separate directions, before she interrupted Dawn.

"Dawn, listen, the weirdest thing happened to me last night."

"Weird as in, how? Demon-y weird?" Dawn asked, leaning forward a little.

"No, as in 'visit from dead person weird'."

"Well, Spike's dead, so he visited you?" Dawn replied, frowning.

Phae rolled her eyes. "No! It was my dad. He was surrounded by this white light, and I thought he would be all…transparent…and untouchable and stuff…but he was real, Dawn! He touched me, and I couldn't see through him and…and…"

"Okay, I think I get it. You got a visit from your dad, who's dead, and he was real and all. Whoa. What did he say?"

"He…he said that…" Phae racked her brains, trying to remember what her father had said to her. That was kinda hard, since she had been in a state of shock when he was talking to her. "He said that I should get some rest because I had a really busy day ahead of me, and that my mom was a witch, and that she would be proud that I found mentors in Will and Tara and he's been watching me."

Dawn stared at her. "Wow. You have got to be kidding me. Is he like, psychic or something? How did he know we were coming? Even I didn't know until Giles drove us home after leaving you here."

The two girls sat in silence, looking at each other. Then Dawn broke the silence.

"Are you gonna tell anyone else?"

Phae hesitated, then shook her head. "Maybe not now. Let's go outside and see what the others are doing," she said, standing up.

Dawn followed her outside, to the living room, where they watched everyone and sometimes helped out in the cleaning. The cleaning was kinda fun, considering that it was a total bore when you did it alone.

"Phaedra Trudeau?" the homeroom teacher called.

Phae, lost in her own thoughts, didn't hear her. She sometimes forgot that her surname was Trudeau, since she had decided to adopt her mother's surname, mainly because it sounded more magical than Trudeau.

It had been a week since the day she had been woken up at seven, and Phae pondered over her father's words. She had the strangest feeling something was going to happen today.

"PHAEDRA TRUDEAU!" the teacher practically screamed. Phae blinked, looking up at her.

"Here," she said, before going back to her thoughts. She knew something was going to happen. There was a heavy feeling in her heart, and she knew she didn't want to know what it was.

Later that day, once school was out, Phae headed straight home, like she had done for the past week. She hadn't really felt like being around people much lately.

She rummaged around her bag for her keys, then realized she had left them inside. She gave an exasperated sigh, then glanced around to make sure no one was watching. When she was sure no one was, she concentrated on the lock, smiling as she heard it 'click' after a moment. She let herself in and closed the door, heading straight up for her room, where she dumped her bag on the bed and went back down, heading for the kitchen to make herself a snack. What she saw wasn't an empty kitchen, though.

She screamed. "Who the hell are you and how the hell did you get in here?!" she asked the man sitting at the table. He had blondish-brown hair and blue eyes, and somehow it seemed as though Phae knew him.

This is it, she realized. This is the something that was going to happen.

"I'm Leo Wyatt, your uncle. And I orbed here," the man - Leo - said.

"You WHAT?!"

"Orbed," the man said patiently. "Like this." He stood up, and was swallowed by the same white and blue light that had been there when her father came to see her. The lights cleared, and the man was gone.

"Great. There's one problem gone," she muttered.

"Actually," came a voice from behind her. Phae yelped and turned to see Leo standing there.

"How can you be my uncle?" she asked. "And will you please stop startling me? I'm still waiting for my heartbeat to return to its original speed."

Leo grinned and walked over to the table, sitting down where he had been before he orbed. He gestured to the chair opposite him, indicating that Phae join him. She did, and he started to talk.

"I'm your uncle, married to one of your San Francisco aunts. They're all witches, and I'm their Whitelighter."

"Wait, what?"

"Whitelighter. Like guardian angels. Every witch has one."

"So how come I don't? And Willow and Tara don't either?"

"Actually, I'm your Whitelighter as well. And Willow and Tara do have their own Whitelighter, only he's chosen not to let them know."

"You can do that?"

"Well, you shouldn't, but at least he's there. Anyway, I came here to tell you that it's time for you to leave. Now that you've got no one in Sunnydale, you need to go to San Francisco, where your aunts can protect you."

"Okay, you cannot just come to my house and ask me to get out. This is my house! And what about my aunts in Texas? Why can't they protect me?!" Phae asked incredulously.

"How do you think they'll react when they find out that you're a witch?" Leo replied calmly. Phae seethed. His calm demeanor was really starting to piss her off. He went on to explain how she would be better off in San Francisco, and how her aunts had kids of their own. By the time he was done, it was late in the evening.

"They don't even know that I exist," Phae grumbled.

"There's a reason for that. Prue didn't want them to know she had a daughter. A daughter who's grown up to be a bright, beautiful witch," Leo said, smiling at her.

Phae glared at him. "Why?" she demanded.

"I can't tell you that, not because I don't want to, but because I don't know why."

They were silent for a moment, where Phae drew patterns on the table with her finger and Leo watched her.

"Why do I have to go?" Phae asked softly.

"Didn't we go over this?" Leo replied, but though ordinarily people would say that sounding angry and all, he sounded patient and understanding.

She buried her face in her hands. "But I've got the whole Scooby gang here. I mean, I've got Buffy and Dawn and Xander and Anya and Giles and Willow and Tara and…and why do I have to go?" Her voice started to crack, and Leo reached out to rub her back.

"Because you'll be safer there. You're the daughter of one of the most powerful witches. You're the daughter of a Charmed One. Haven't you wondered why there're so many demons here, more when you're out patrolling with Buffy and the rest?"

"It's because Sunnydale is located at the Hellmouth, duh!" Phae said, raising her head to look at him.

"Well, there is that, I suppose, but it's also because of your powers."

Before he could continue, Phae stood up.

"You know what? I could listen to you talk all night, but I won't. Instead, I am going to bed and tomorrow I am going to go over to the Magic Box and there is ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THAT I AM MOVING TO SAN FRANSISCO!" she screamed.

She ran up to her room and slammed the door, burying her face in her pillow and sobbing into it.

Leo stared after her for a moment, then he orbed out.

A/N: Well? What do you think? This has been my longest chapter yet, and I'm proud of it. No brownies and such today, so please just review. Um, Padme the 2nd? Would it be alright if I gave out glowsticks? Lol…just kidding. Please review okay?