A/N: Doing a McChapter tonight (IE: Mini Chapter). It's all I have time for. I have a busy day tomorrow, and a busier one Friday. So I need to get a ton done tonight and it's already 12:25. So if this is way shorter than normal, forgive me. I'll make it up somehow.

Thank you, also, for all the reviews! Glad everyone's enjoying it!

And enjoy this: I've decided to make this a three-part story. Part Three will be coming along once part two is done. The Breaking Point Trilogy!

Enjoy!

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"Paige!" Piper called shakily. She felt feverish and cold, but she was sweaty and her skin was hot to the touch. It seemed like whatever ailment was savaging her actual body was beginning to take over in this alternate place.

"Paige!" Piper called again, as her vision blurred in and out of focus.

No one answered her call. No one came around the corner. Not even a demon or Brian.

"Leo," Piper croaked softly.

Even he did not come.

And what did she expect? She was trapped in a magical realm of some sort. Whoever had set this up had made sure she couldn't contact anyone on the outside, and they her, she was sure. She couldn't even find Paige, who was trapped with her.

"Piper," someone called.

"Paige?" Piper asked, stopping suddenly and looking around.

No one.

"Piper, you need to stop this silly madness," the person was saying to her. "you look a fright! All you need to do is cut and you'll feel so much better. The fever will be gone and you'll look good as new!"

"Who's there?" Piper demanded, shaking from both fear and the fever.

No on answered. The voice sounded so familiar, yet she could not place it.

"No," Piper told herself. "He's trying to trick me," she croaked. "I can't fall for it."

Then, someone appeared. "Piper, please, I'm so worried about you. Just cut and the fever will go away. I don't want you to end up like me."

Piper gasped slightly, taking unsteady steps backwards. "Mom?"

Patty came into view, walking slowly, but with an expression of fear. "The fever will consume you, honey. Please, just do it."

Something glinted in her outstretched hand. It was a razor.

"Mommy," Piper whimpered, tears streaming down her sweaty face. She knew it wasn't real. It was a fake, just like the fake Prue. It was a ploy to get her to cut. But she wouldn't do it.

"No," Piper cried, throwing her hands up to blow the fake up. But her powers, connected to her by her emotions, were all out of wake from everything she was feeling and from her illness.

The fake Patty laughed. "Tricky, witch. But we'll win-" the fake transformed into an eerie looking demon woman. "-one way or another."

She disappeared, leaving Piper alone again.

"Help me," she whimpered, sliding to the floor in a heap and sobbing.

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Paige was being overcome by the same illness as Piper: she was sweaty and shaky, cold but warm to the touch. Her vision kept blurring.

"Piper," she called croakily. "Piper, please answer me."

"Paige, sweetie, you don't need her. She's a bad influence, making you stop," someone said.

"What?" Paige asked, looking around in confusion.

"If you just cut, honey, you're fever will go away. You'll be perfectly healthy again. If you don't, you'll join us."

Paige looked around wildly, taking steps backwards in case she had to run.

Then, out of nowhere, appeared her foster parents.

"Mom? Dad?" she croaked.

Her foster parents, the people who had raised her and died for it, held hands as they approached her.

"Sweetie, please." Her father held out a razor. "Do it. Don't end up like us. You'll die if that fever isn't gotten rid of."

Paige shook her head. "No. Don't make me do it."

"We're looking out for you, Paige. Please, just do it," her foster mother begged.

"No," Paige whimpered.

Her foster parents frowned, but backed off. "Do it," her father said, dropping the razor by her feet and walking backwards still. "For us."

Paige shook her head.

Suddenly, her foster father lunged, wrapping his hand around her neck. She couldn't breathe.

"You'll die, witch, one way or another," her father said, as he shifted into an ugly demon. He let her go and disappeared. Her foster mother shifted into a demon, too, grinned, then left.

Paige fell to the floor sobbing.

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"Wait a second!"

Prue looked at Phoebe with sad eyes. She knew her sister meant well, but this wasn't a case of magic and demons. It was self-destruction.

"Piper was having dreams," Phoebe said. "So-so what if the demon behind this has somehow trapped her in a dream? It would explain the coma."

"I still think it's not magical. But I'll go with what you've got, since you're so determined," Prue said.

Phoebe scowled. "When this is over, I'll be giving you a big 'I told you so.'

Prue nodded. "I hope, but I don't think so."

Phoebe scowled again and looked away from her sister, back at the Book where she began looking up anything to do with dreams and alternate realities.