A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile and that this chapter's so short. I had to rewrite Prue and Paige meeting because I wasn't happy with the original version. I have more chapters written so I promise I'll post more, longer ones soon with some action in them. Please tell me what you think. A/N

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"Paige! I'm so glad you're home, honey," Phoebe laughed nervously, and her smile revealed all of her teeth, "Paige, meet Prue, your sister." Phoebe glanced back and forth from Paige to Prue and back again.

Paige still looked bewildered. "But aren't you supposed to be…"

"Dead? Yeah."

Piper grimaced at her sister's choice in words. No one appeared to be happy, except for Chris. He actually looked amused.

"Hey why don't you guys come into the living room, where we can talk?" Phoebe practically laughed at her situation, however unfunny it was. She had now been thrown into the dreaded role of mediator, while Piper stood and did nothing. Maybe it was karmic payback for all of those times with Prue…

They all gathered in the living room. Piper, Phoebe and Paige sat together on the couch. Wyatt sat in Piper's lap and giggled at the funny faces his mom was making at him.

Prue sat noticeably distant from the rest of them, seated in an armchair. Surprisingly, Chris was the one that first to break their silence. "Did you guys vanquish the demon?"

Piper eyed him wearily, "Of course we did. Now will you shut the hell up about it? You've been rambling about that demon for a week now."

Chris's mouth showed anger, but his eyes gave away something different- he was pleased with himself. "OK, good. I gotta go check up on something. Later," Chris waved his goodbye to everyone and disappeared in a cloudof orbs.

Piper rolled her eyes; she had gotten used to his suspicious behavior by now.

Phoebe began to explain why Prue had been able to come back, and Paige listened intently. After about a half an hour of this, she decided she had had enough and was going to bed. She needed time to sort things through and figure out how she felt about all of this. Maybe she would try to finish the painting she had started before she left. She hadn't painted in a long time, but for some reason her muse struck her. Painting helped her think, she decided.

"I'm gonna go upstairs; I'm really tired from my trip," As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that no one had even asked her one single thing about how much fun she had had. She was looking forward to telling her sisters every little detail about her vacation. She would've explained about the amazing guy she met and told them about all of the clubs they had gone to together. Piper would have mock-scolded her for betraying P3 and Phoebe would have gone all 20/20: Rick Edition. Paige would have laughed with them.

She stood up and began to walk away when Piper interrupted her, "Oh, wait. I think some of Prue's stuff is in your room. She slept in there last night," Paige looked down at the floor and muttered something inaudible.

"Actually I didn't, Piper. I slept in the attic last night," Prue had, indeed, slept in the attic last night. To her, the attic was the only place that still felt like home. She felt safe and comfortable in it. Butthere was a bitterness contained within Prue's words that Piper did not pick up on. Her two youngest sisters, however, did.

"I can sleep on the couch. It's ok. It's your room."

"The attic is fine. I'm gonna go to sleep, too. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Before Piper could utter her protest at her sister sleeping on the hard attic floor, Prue had orbed upstairs.