A/N: Thanks for all the reviews!

Gomay: Yeah, it is really hard for her.

Juzblue: It won't exactly be a crossover after she leaves, but I might include them in some further chapters.

PadFootCc: Yeah, poor Phae…it's really sad, and I really liked that chapter.

Charmed-Angel14: I like glowsticks too. I had one, but it wouldn't light up… I like Phae's name too, but someone commented that it was too common. Oh well…

Allen Pitt: Well, the Charmed Ones wouldn't exactly come and ask her themselves because they wouldn't exactly know that she existed. Leo said in the previous chapter that her aunts didn't exactly know she existed because Prue didn't want them to. But I might use your idea in this chapter. Thanks!

Charmed Lassie: Well, to see how the sisters react, all you've gotta do is read on!

This chapter might be a little longer too, I'm not very sure. And I will be hinting at who Tara and Willow's Whitelighter is, so try and guess! Glowsticks for whoever guesses correctly!

Chapter 7

With her face buried in her pillow, Phae let all her emotions out in a scream. How could Leo just barge into her house like that and tell her that she had to leave? Why did she have to go live with her aunts who didn't even know she existed? Nothing made any sense, and the answers to the questions lay unanswered as more questions drifted through her mind.

What if Mom is dead? What if they don't want me? And if they do want me to live with them, then why didn't Leo tell them about me so they could come here and ask me that themselves? Why can't I stay here? I mean, I as good as have a family here. Giles, and Tara, and Willow, and Buffy, and Xander, and Anya and Dawn…they're like my second family. Why can't I stay here, with them?

Soon, those thoughts began to drift away as she slowly fell asleep.

San Francisco

Piper walked into the Halliwell manor the next day at around eleven in the morning, a smirking, 13-year-old Wyatt at her side.

Phoebe and Paige were plonked down on the couch, Chris and Phoebe's daughter Paris curled at their feet. Chris was 12, and Paris, 10. Phoebe's other daughter, 2-year-old Phyliss, was sitting on the couch between her mother and her aunt.

Phoebe's office was closed today, and Paige had decided to take some time off from her duties as principal of the Magic School to spend time with her two sisters, and their kids, only to find that Piper and Wyatt had gone to the orthodontist to get Wyatt's braces removed. So until they came back, Phoebe, Paige, Chris, Paris and Phyliss had spent the entire morning snacking on Pop-Tarts and Twinkies and watching Saturday morning cartoons. Phoebe and Paige both agreed that they had never been this relaxed in ages.

They looked up as both mother and daughter entered and took seats on the chairs around the coffee table.

"Hey, Wyatt," Paige said brightly. "Aren't you gonna give your aunt Paige a hug?" she asked, holding her arms out.

"Yeah, um, hi," Wyatt replied, looking away as he sat in the recliner, and not giving Paige a hug like he always did.

"So, Paige, how's the school going?" Piper asked, sitting beside her youngest sister.

"Oh, you know, the usual. I'm thinking of getting Phoebe to become a counselor, we've been having so much trouble with the kids."

"What kind of trouble? And why didn't you mention this earlier?" Phoebe asked, glancing at Paige, who gave her a sheepish look.

"Sorry. Mainly vandalism. Serious vandalism," she said, and she started to say something else when Leo orbed in with a dazzling display of bright lights. "Hi, Leo."

"Hey, Paige," he said, smiling at her before sitting on the arm of the recliner Wyatt sat in.

"Ssh!" Chris said, not taking his eyes away from the TV. "Bugs Bunny is talking."

"I don't like Bugs. He's so annoying, and what's with the whole, 'What's up Doc?' thing?" Paris commented.

"Yeah, he is kinda annoying, isn't he? Kinda like you, Chris," Wyatt joked.

"Hey, knock it off, Wyatt," Piper warned.

"Sorry, Mom," Wyatt grinned, showing off his now perfectly straight pearly whites.

Leo motioned for the three sisters to follow him into the kitchen.

"What's wrong, honey?" Piper asked once they were all there, glancing out into the living room to find Chris and Paris scrambling for the couch.

Leo took a deep breath. "Okay, going straight to the point, Prue had a daughter, she's living in Sunnydale, her name is Phaedra, she's a witch, she was living with her grandmother and now she passed away so she has to come live with you guys."

All three stared at him. "Could you repeat that, a little slower this time?" Phoebe asked.

Leo sighed. "Seventeen years ago, Prue had a daughter, her name's Phaedra. She's living in Sunnydale, and her grandmother passed away a week or so ago, and now she has to live with you."

"Doesn't she have anybody else?" Piper asked. "We've already got a house full of kids, and I don't know how they'll react to her."

"Well, she does have a couple of aunts in Texas, but I don't think they'll be too keen on looking after a witch."

"So…what do you want us to do?" Paige asked/

"Wait," Phoebe interrupted. "Why didn't Prue tell us she had a daughter?"

"I don't know. All I know is that she cast a spell to make you guys forget," her brother-in-law replied. "I was thinking maybe you guys could go over there and talk to her, see if you can get her to come here. I tried, and I didn't get anywhere."

"You wouldn't," Piper muttered. I mean, how can he when he's barely there for his kids? She thought.

Phoebe heard that, and glanced at her, surprised, but Piper waved her off.

"So when are we going?" Paige asked, not sounding too enthusiastic about it.

"As soon as you guys can."

"Well, now is not possible because we," she put her arm around her two sisters, "have a day that we want to spend together. So maybe later, like in the afternoon or something."

Leo sighed again and started to say something, but Paige stopped him. "Phoebe's right. I finally gave myself the weekend off, and I want to enjoy this morning because I have never been so relaxed. So stress me out later."

With that, the three sisters, the Charmed Ones, went out, leaving Leo there looking after them as though he still had something to say. Which, technically, he had.

Sunnydale

Phae sat in the kitchen again, thinking about the previous night. She absently stirred her cereal, not feeling too hungry.

Then she stood up and, leaving her cereal untouched, she grabbed her jacket and the house keys and left for the Magic Box.

Half an hour later, she sat behind the counter with Anya, recounting the incident to everyone present. Which happened to be everyone, and a small part of Phae wondered why everyone was up so early on a Saturday morning.

"So how come we don't have Whitelighters?" Willow asked, glancing up from her book to look at Phae.

The young witch shrugged. "Leo said that he or she didn't want to let you guys know who he or she is. Or was. Whatever. But I think that person would have to be dead."

All heads turned to Buffy, who raised her hands. "Hey, don't look at me. This Slayer isn't anyone's Whitelighter."

None of them noticed Giles looking very uncomfortable as he pulled at the collar of his shirt as though it was choking him.

"What did you say your uncle's name was, Phae?" he asked.

"Leo Wyatt," she said, turning to the former Watcher. "Why?"

A small smile played at the corner's of his mouth. "I think I know him. We've met a few times."

Phae's eyebrows rose. "He's been dead for God knows how many years."

The smile faded. "Yes, well… Anya, we really must get to work on the inventory," he said, looking at the ex-demon, changing the subject.

"Can't we do that another time?" Anya whined. "I'm enjoying standing watch over my money."

Phae snickered, rolling her eyes, just as blue and white light filled the room. She frowned, looking at the figure that had materialized before them.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Leo stonily.

Leo ignored her, and his eyes searched the room, landing finally on Giles. "We need to talk," he said.

Phae narrowed her eyes, trying to break into his mind, but there seemed to be a barrier of some sort that she couldn't penetrate.

Giles nodded curtly. "Follow me," he said, leading the way to the back room where he usually trained with Buffy.

When the two men were gone, Xander spoke up. "Okay, first of all, did anyone else think that was weird?" There were nods all round. "Secondly, who was that guy?"

"That," Phae replied, "was my uncle. The dead uncle."

She glanced at Dawn, who was looking at her intently. It was easy for Phae to break into her best friend's mind sometimes, mostly when Dawn allowed it, and now was one of those times.

Was that how your dad came to you? Dawn asked.

Yup, that was it, Phae replied telepathically.

A/N: Well, that was it. Any ideas on who might be Tara and Willow's Whitelighter yet? Anyway, read and review okay?