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When Good Sisters Go Bad

Shalimar Fox sat alone at the bar. She was planning on leaving soon and going to back to the hotel, as the loud music was giving her a headache. It was probably at the right volume for everyone else, but not for the feral. She put a hand through her blonde curly locks and signaled to the guy behind the bar to get her another before swiveling in her barstool to face out onto the club.

Loud fast paced music pounded out of the large speakers on the stage. The DJ held one headphone to his ear while spinning the records and smiling out to the people on the dance floor. Strobe lights flashed constantly, making the people who were dancing look like they were stopping every time the light came on, and then changing position in the dark before the light came back.

The slam of glass against glass caught her attention as she realized the bar tender had brought her another Cosmopolitan. She held the glass gracefully and took a small sip. Shalimar raised an eyebrow and cringed at a girl who hadn't made it to the street corner before vomiting. It was at the time of night when the weak were weeded out to go home and wake up with horrible hangovers in the morning; the strong would keep dancing until the early hours of the morning and still make it to work the next day looking like a million dollars.

The feline feral lowered her eyelids and turned her green eyes into small slits; she pursed her lips and took another sip. She was officially bored.

"Hey… beautiful!" A tall man approached her. It was all Shalimar could do to stop the smell of alcohol on his breath from making her vomit, "Maybe itsh the drink talking, but I think you are one…" His blinks were out of sync as he swayed on the spot, "Shexy gal!"

"Dear God…" She took another lazy sip from her drink. It was times like this she wished she carried pepper spray like all the other women her age, maybe then she could get rid of guy like this without scaring the crap out of them. Deciding that he was polluting her personal space with his breath, the feral decided to take care of him, "Do you think you're man enough for me?" She moved closer and smiled seductively. The man nodded wildly like one of those dogs you put in the back of your car, "Are you sure?" Shalimar grabbed his collar and pulled him closer so their noses almost met. She widened her eyes and they turned golden-yellow with two thin black lines in the middle. She then let a catty growl rumble in her throat before shoving the man away from her and scaring him enough to send the message loud and clear, even if he was completely out of it. Shalimar sighed and rubbed her neck before reaching into her jean pocket and slamming a twenty down on the counter, it was time to leave.

As she walked down the empty New York street, she began to wonder when traveling the world had became so boring to her. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that she had been spending most of the last six months in the big cities instead of the widespread countryside that she loved so much. The feral decided that somewhere along those lines would be her next destination, but before she could think of a location; she stopped and put a hand on her stomach, suddenly feeling a pulling sensation. Naturally, she tried to fight it, but shining white lights began to swirl around her and the echoes of familiar voice rhyming caught her ear.

Magic forces, black and white,

Reaching out through space and light,

Be she far, or be she near,

Bring us the feral, Shalimar here!

The last line kept on being repeated. Shalimar kept on fighting whoever was summoning her. Even though she could sense it was a witch's power calling her, the feral wanted to make sure that this person really wanted her and wasn't just messing around, she was a powerful witch after all and a desirable ally. Shalimar continued fighting until the voice stopped chanting and talk to her, making her grin,

C'mon Shal! Give up the act, it's me!

After hearing the voice of her friend, Shalimar closed his eyes and let go. The swirling of the lights got louder and louder before they died down. The breeze of the outside was replaced with the warmth of the indoors. When she opened her eyes she was faced with Emma and a teenage girl who had brown-blonde hair.

"Hey Em!"

"Paige, I'm really not sure about this…" Leo said with his voice filled with doubt as his children, nephew and nieces crowded around him. Connor walked slowly over to his uncle, he still wasn't sure of walking. Wyatt and Chris pulled at the bassinets that held their little cousins, they moved easily as the bassinets were on wheels.

"Look…" Paige began as she reached for a potion ingredient from the kitchen cupboard in the Manor, "Phoebe is after power. Those five kids…" She waved a hand over the children, "Are probably some of the most powerful beings alive. You need to keep them safe!"

"But taking them "Up There"? I think that's a little too risky. The Elders will freak out!"

"And having a psycho super powerful Charmed One on the loose doesn't have them freaked out already? Just do it, and if they give you any grief over it, I will orb up there and give them a piece of my mind!"

Leo cringed at the thought. He could just imagine Paige pointing and yelling profanities at the Elders as they stood on the white steps of their chamber, and it was a scene he wanted to avoid.

"Alright… fine," He grumbled.

Paige beamed at him and went over to the bassinets, "Okay sweeties, you be good for your Uncle Leo, okay?" The twins cooed in response and gave their mother a little smile.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them," He said before making sure everyone was connected to each other and orbing out. Pamela came into the kitchen with the Book of Shadows under her arm. She slammed it down on the counter and began to flick the black pages with her power, "Nothing… nothing…" She grabbed the cover and closed the book roughly, "Nothing! How the hell did she pull off this mumbo jumbo?"

The youngest sister shook her head, "I have no idea…" She dropped a shriveled up herb into the potion pot and watched the steam rise over the side.

"Hey!" Emma greeted as she walked into the kitchen with Shalimar at her heels.

"Hi…" Paige replied without looking up from the pot, until her eyes began to sting and her new power took her sight, "Aw, crap! Not again!" She moaned, until she looked up and saw two balls of light floating around where the kitchen door was, "Hey, I take you summoned your witch friend?"

"Yup. Paige, Shal, Shal Paige. You'll be able to get better acquainted when she can see you," Emma explained.

"Is this Phoebe's sister?" Shalimar whispered to her psionic friend, who nodded.

Shalimar had been brought up to speed on the way down from the attic. She had been completely confused be it, but after Emma had said that Phoebe had gone all "Ashlocke" on them, she knew exactly what she meant.

"Ah… that's better!" Paige rubbed her eyes as her normal sight came back, "Okay, hi," She held out her hand, "I'm Paige,"

"Shalimar." The feral greeted, something about this woman's scent was familiar, and then she realized, "Didn't we meet at Christmas a couple of years ago?"

Paige narrowed her eyes if she was thinking. She beamed, "Oh yeah! You were talking to Emma when I came to get the potion ingredient. I only remember so well because that's the first time I met Emma,"

Shalimar was about respond when a strange sound interrupted her. Everyone turned to the kitchen door and all gaped in surprise when a gargoyle flew slowly into the room. It grunted every time it flapped its small wings, one was bigger than the other. It nodded its head at the group, "Evenin' ladies," it greeted them with a scratchy voice before stopping on the table and taking a breath.

"Um…" Pamela raised an uncertain hand at the creature, "Does everyone else see the gargoyle sitting on the kitchen table?"

Paige gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, "I see it, and I don't believe it!"

"I need help out here!" Brennan yelled from the living room.

They could hear shouts from Brennan and the screeching of gargoyles coming from the other room. Paige groaned and buried her head in her hands, along with all the others, who had gotten used to Brennan's attitude to the unknown. Attack it.

"Um… Okay, I'll keep making these potions, you guys to deal with him," Paige ordered. She get along very well with her brother in law, but sometimes his attitude left a little to be desired.

"Hold on," Emma raised a hand and turned to the gargoyle, "Gargoyles are supposed to guard the most sacred of places from the greatest of evils. What are you doing in our kitchen?"

The gargoyle stopped biting his stone nails and spat out the remains, "Ask the lady upstairs, toots. She's the one who conjured us,"

Pamela rolled her eyes, "God… No wonder you look so crappy if Piper's the sculptor! Conjuring a living being is a tricky process and she seems to be mass producing them. These guys wouldn't last three seconds in fight with an imp, let alone Phoebe!"

The creature looked offended, "Hey! I can go up against the best of them! I'll take you on right now!"

"Okay, rude gargoyle later, out of control sister now," Paige ushered them out of the kitchen and went back to her potion.

When Shalimar, Emma and Pamela walked into the dining room to see Brennan swatting at the gargoyles that flew around him. His power had been taken by Phoebe so he couldn't just fire up a tesla coil and obliterate them all. Pamela threw up her hands at the attacking creatures and instead of blowing up; they dropped from the air and turned into lumps of clay.

"Handy…" Pamela mused as she picked up the clay, "I think I'll make my own!"

"Why did you that?" Brennan exclaimed, startling his niece.

"What? You mean save your ass? You're welcome," She said with disgust. The teen always got along well with Brennan, as he had had a hard childhood as she had had.

"I could take care of myself," He growled.

Emma stepped in front of the feral and her student, "You two go upstairs and stop Piper making these crappy creations." She said in a low voice that nobody argued with. Shalimar began to climb the stairs with Pamela close behind her,

"Are things always this-,"

"Crazy?"

"Yeah,"

"All the time,"

"Okay…" Piper tucked her hair behind her ears as she began to order the seven new gargoyles she had just conjured, "You." She pointed at an ugly one with a large horn, "Join your friend in the kitchen. You two, ground floor. The two of you take the first floor and you guys stay up here,"

The obscure stone creatures all took off, "Yes ma'am!" They all said in scratchy voice and began to flap their uneven wings to leave. Shalimar and Pamela ducked as the gargoyles shakily flew out of the door.

"Aunt Piper, why the hell are you filling our house with ugly ornaments?"

"Gargoyles sense evil and fight it. If Phoebe shows up here then we're gonna need a lot of fire power," She explained as if it was a completely normal thing to do as she sat back down at the table, preparing to mould the clay in the bowl. Pamela folded her arms and sighed,

"If you insist on this little pottery session, then leave it to me,"

"What?" Piper gave her a cynical look, "You?"

She snorted in response, "Trust me, I've made a few gargoyles in my time. All of them loyal, powerful, and amazing guardians!"

"Okay miss expert," Piper folded her arms and laid them on the table, "What do I need to know?"

"Although you don't need to know anything since I'm taking over, I'll educate you anyway. Rule one," She put up a finger, "If you're conjuring multiple gargoyles, then you need to create one that's more powerful than the rest. One that can act as their general. Rule two," She held up two fingers, "When molding a gargoyle, make sure it's correctly proportioned! And rule three… well, there is no rule three, just get out and leave me to it,"

"What the hell is your problem?" Emma spat with her arms folded as she stared Brennan down on the sofa.

"Nothing…" He growled, standing up walking over to the window to look at the dark street outside.

She shook her head in disgust, "I can't believe you stripped her of her powers! What were you thinking? Not only did you but Phoebe in danger without her powers, but what would you have done if a demon came after Connor when you weren't there, huh? Phoebe wouldn't have been able to protect him. You put your entire family in danger also, or did you just forget your wife's a Charmed One?"

"Emma… just shut up."

"No! You need to hear this; do you have some sort of complex?"

Brennan bit his tongue and silently opened his jacket. He pulled out a folder and threw it at the psionic, who quickly glanced at the cover before opening it. Her eyes widened with every line she read.

"Is this-,"

"Yeah," He walked over to her, "Lexa and Jesse brought it with them when they visited them,"

Emma looked at him, her anger now fading when he realized why he had done what he done. It still didn't make it right though, "Well, that explains how she became like this. The power didn't just come from the rage that she felt when she got her powers back; it's been inside of her all along,"

"The rage?"

"No…" She smirked, "The power." But the psionic then turned dark, "But you better get over this little problem you have with Phoebe being stronger than you, because if we can't fix this, we're going to have only one option,"

He looked up from the ground, "Don't you dare…"

"We won't have a choice!" She raised her voice, revealing some of the darkness and aggression that was buried within her. The psionic walked back into the kitchen, leaving Brennan to seethe…

Piper sat at the counter propping up her head with her hands while she watched her younger sibling make a potion. She groaned and ran a hand through her long hair as Emma came into the room,

"I'm sorry you guys, I just really don't know how to react from this. I mean, I could sort of sense it coming, but…"

"Hold it," Paige objected as she started to fill vials, "How could you sense it?"

"I don't know. It's a big sister thing, I can always sense if something's up with you or Phoebe. There's just been this nagging feeling in the back of my mind ever since she came home."

"What kind of feeling?"

Piper smiled, "The kind you don't act upon,"

"Hey…" The gargoyle flew to the island with great effort and winked at Emma, "How about you and me, Saturday night?"

She smiled politely and backed towards Paige, "I have a better idea…" Emma suddenly lunged for one of the potion vials and threw it at the creature. It made contact and turned him into dust in a shower of red sparks. She gave Paige an impressed look, "Third level combustion mixture. Very nice," The potions teacher said.

"Why thank you, Miss DeLauro," Paige answered cheekily.

Piper looked at them with amazement, "What are you guys being so calm and cheery through all this?"

Emma was the first to answer, "I've went through a lot of tense situations in my life. You learn how to deal with them after a while… that's quite sad actually," She seemed to mull this statement over.

"What's your excuse?" She turned to Paige

The witchlighter wore a strained smile, "No point in falling apart in these kinds of situation, is there?"

Pamela smiled triumphantly at her creation sitting on the table. She cringed at her dirty hands before going back to marvel at her masterpiece. The still gargoyle had small horns pointing out of its skull; they were just the right size to match the perky ears. Pamela had remembered to give the creature muscular legs so it could take off with a powerful and swift jump and strong arms if it had to fight hand to hand combat without the powers it would receive from the infused magic. But she was probably most proud of the wings. Every sculptor had a trademark, and Pamela's was having her gargoyles with two different wings. The one on the right was in the shape of a bats wing; it was boney and had a dark sharpness about it. The one on the left was in the form of an angel's wing, each feather was beautifully crafted. It would have taken a normal person months to make this, but it only took about an hour for a telekinetic witch. Shalimar gaped at the teen's work.

"That really is amazing," She complimented.

"Thanks! I actually think this is one of my best," She replied as she wiped her hands with a cloth.

"Have you got anything to infuse it with magic?"

The Halliwell pondered for a while before grinning, "I have just the thing…" She reached into her shirt and pulled out a golden heart shaped locket and stared at it for a while, "This thing has enough power to make this gargoyle one of the strongest out there, and still have enough left over to perform its real purpose,"

Shalimar gave the necklace a strange look, her cat side immediately entranced with how it shone in the dim light, or was it glowing? "What is it?"

Pamela took a deep breath as she took it off and placed it carefully in front of the gargoyle, "Friendship…" She replied simply before bringing out a piece of paper and saying the spell to bring the gargoyle to life.

"What once was stone, shall now be real,

To see, to sense, to touch, to feel,

With this offer, it shall fly,

To my side and never die,"

The locket glowed white hot before shooting a stream of light into the stone figure. Both witches had to turn their eyes away from the table with the brilliant light that shone forth. When the brightness finally came to a stop, Pamela turned back round to witness her creation's first movement. A twitch of the ears, then blinking, and finally a ruffle of his mismatched wings, which looked even better as they moved. The gargoyle stood proudly and made a bow towards Pamela.

"Miss, I am at your service," He said politely.

Pamela couldn't believe it. She grinned and picked up the locket again, putting it round her neck, "Thank you, Persia!" She said quite greedily as she grinned at the moving sculpture on the table,

"Would you like me to secure the perimeter?"

"Um… yeah. Go do… what you do!" She waved her hands at him, ordering him to take off. Even though his wings were made of stone, the devil wing would flinch now and again and the feathers on the angel wing would flutter as the gargoyle flew through the air.

"I am Arc. And I shall remain so unless to decide to rename me under your rule," He said before taking off with a powerful jump and flying out the open window at high speeds.

"Won't someone see him?" Shalimar questioned.

"Who cares? He can obviously take care of himself; we have more pressing issues to attend to,"

The feral smirked and folded her arms, waiting to see what would be the next thing to come out of Pamela's mouth, "Oh really?"

She nodded, "I have a feeling your not the kind of girl to settle things with a 'war of words' am I right?"

Shal paused before nodding, "I guess you're right. I usually settle things a different way," She made her eyes flash golden. Pamela pretended not to be impressed,

"That's what I thought. So how about you and I go deal with my aunt the old fashioned way?"

"Hunt her down and kick her ass?"

"Exactly,"

Steam flowed from a crack in the manhole of a San Francisco alley. The place was deadly silent, the only disturbance was when a bag of trash finally lost balance on the top of a dumpster and fell to the ground. The air began to distort and waver as dark skinned man with a red cloak shimmered into the area. His face was bleeding and his cloak was covered in mid and dirt.

"You know, I'm getting tired of this game. Don't you know the cat always gets the mouse in the end?" Phoebe's voice echoed as she appeared out of nowhere in front of the shaman, whose face was now contorted in fear.

"This wasn't how it was supposed to be!" He cried, "You should be under my control! Why else do you think I gave you those potions?"

Phoebe shook her head as she stared the man with black eyes, "I came to you to help get my powers under control, all the time I knew what you were doing to me. And it's because of you that I'm like this now… thanks!"

The desperate demon tried one more bargain, "I can show you your future. How it ends, the final battle!"

She laughed heartlessly in response, "You're talking to psychic sister of the Charmed Ones, doc! If I wanted to, I could see what really came first, the chicken, or the egg? And I could just as easily go in the other direction towards my future without your help," The witch cocked her head slightly, "Although, a little power boost wouldn't hurt,"

The shaman's eyes widened, "No! Please! Don't!"

She rolled her lifeless eyes, "You're pissing me off…" With that last remark, a black stream of psychic energy shot from her forehead. It consumed the shaman quickly and he blew up immediately. Phoebe smiled as the powers o her victim entered her.

"Wow… I'm starting to think you're a power-aholic," a voice said.

Phoebe didn't even have to turn around, "Hi Pam, and Shalimar! What a surprise!" She turned around, "What were you saying? I always get a bit of a rush when I absorb powers. Demons especially. You wouldn't believe how many I've killed,"

"So not only have you taken your husband and sister's powers, and but you're now loading up on demonic powers? What's the matter Pheebs, feel as if you can't compete," Shalimar asked cheekily and raised an eyebrow.

She snorted in response, "Coming from you, what's your power again Shal? Oh right, I remember. Leaping from tall buildings, being strong and making your eyes go funky. A lady wrestler with contact lenses and a pogo stick could do all you can do,"

Shalimar narrowed her eyes and made them go feral, letting a growl fly from her throat, "You're going to be sorry you said that…"

"Oh please…" She rolled her eyes again before igniting electricity in her hands, a lot like Brennan, "You like this power? So do I, given… or stole from my husband. Want to see it up close?" She fired the lightning from her hands too quickly for Pamela to dodge and she was hit by the attack. Shalimar however, had jumped out of the way just in time, "I might as well take your powers, I could use a bit of muscle,"

"I'd to see you get close enough to try,"

"That's the thing, you won't," Phoebe suddenly faded from sight. Shalimar didn't know that she had tapped into Piper's invisibility power and was now using it to creep closer.

"You can't hide that easily," The feral shouted, quickly scanning the area for any people shaped heat patterns with her powers, but she didn't see anything.

"Did you just forget I could levitate?" A voice came from above. Shalimar looked up just in time to see a foot shaped heat pattern hit her face. Phoebe hit her with supernatural strength and she was sent flying into the back of the alley, smashing off the wall and falling to the ground with her head gushing with blood.

Phoebe returned from her invisible made and walked casually over to an unconscious Shalimar. She turned over the feral and her hand glowed as she threw it into her chest, draining the mutant witch of all her abilities.

"N… no…" Pamela whispered as she came to, struggling to get up from the voltage she had been hit with. She looked at her aunt with so much anger, that the real Phoebe shone through for a moment, her eyes turning back to normal for one second before she knelt down,

"I know sweetie, no one likes to lose," She said with arrogance before thrusting her hand into Pamela's chest and drained her of her powers, feeling the ecstasy of receiving new abilities. At that moment, pink and blue orbs fell from the sky and took on the form of Piper, Emma, Paige and Brennan.

"You guys are just in time…" Phoebe smirked as she began to walk towards them.

"ENOUGH!" Emma bellowed, firing a psionic blast from her forehead and hitting Phoebe in between the eyes. That was all she remembered before it went black…

Emma opened her eyes, or she thought she did, as all she could see was black around her. To test herself, she brought her hand up to her face and could see it. Good, that meant that she wasn't blind, "Hello?" She called out, trying to think of what had happened.

Phoebe suddenly appeared across from her, Emma took a defensive stance, ready to fight if she had to. But the Halliwell look more pissed than power hungry.

"Look what you've done!" She shouted.

"What? You know where we are?"

Phoebe put her hands on her hips and stared at her opponent with black eyes, "Of course I do! You've pulled us into a mind duel!"

NEXT TIME: The mind duel begins. Emma and Phoebe seem to be tied until Emma falls for an illusion and is stripped of her powers. With Paige being the only one with powers left, she takes on Phoebe by herself. She is cornered by her older sister and prepares to lose her powers and probably die. Can anyone save her?

Chapter 19 "Witch Fight" should be up soon!