Charmed greek – Thanks!

Phoebe turner – Thanks! This is sorta a Pam chapter.

Chyp – Yeah, shes going after it now. Thanks!

Prince Halliwell – Heh… Here's your reply! I'm planning more kid bits! Lol, I couldn't resist the pimping line! Yeah, 40 chapters as far as I know! Yeah, you'll need to wait all that time to see what's up with Phoebe! And yeah, I'm okay with you doing that crossover!

Loz – I'm really glad you like Connor so much, he gets a little bit at the end of this chapter. Thanks!

Princess Pinky – Heh… There's a funny Arc bit at the start of this. I've always thought Jenna's a lot like Pam, so I thought of something that Pam would do. Glad you lied the Paige/Aidan! This chapter was meant to be a fluff so I;m glad you enjoyed it! And Atharia's warning is in this chapter. Did the whole hyperlinking thing work out for you?

Power Of Three Spirits

Edinburgh, Scotland, 1644

The carriage rocked and swayed as it passed over the unstable path. A large cloak was hung over it, as if to hide what was traveling inside. The horse that was pulling the carriage snorted, its breath floated up from its nostrils like steam on the cold winter night while its hooves left prints in the light smattering of snow on the ground. Bringing his whip down on the horse and urging it to go faster, the man who was in charge smirked and shouted back to whoever was in the carriage.

"Not long now!" He shouted, chuckling malevolently before rubbing his leg, attempting to warm up.

A cloaked person was down on their knees in the darkened carriage. It was almost like a cage, and the moonlight had been sealed off by the giant sheet that covered it. The girl had something clasped in her hands, she was murmuring a Latin chant that only she could, invoking powers never thought to exist. A white hot glow shone through the spaces in her hands, making the girl open them up to reveal what she was holding. It was a silver necklace in the shape of a pair of wings, one of the wings was feathery and that of an angel, while the other had bumps in it, showing that it was bony and skeletal, a devil's wing.

The girl smirked to herself, only the bottom part of her face visible as she got up and walked to the side of her prison. She dropped the necklace out of one of the many holes in the carriage, making it fall from the transport and land at the side of the road, lying in the snow. She turned around and gasped when a redheaded woman, scantily clad in gold, was standing in front of her.

Goosebumps immediately appeared on the many parts of the woman's exposed flesh, "How have you managed to survive here in such harsh climates?"

"Did you get Charlotte to safety?" The cloaked girl asked, ignoring the question.

"Yes, but not in the way you intended." She replied.

The girl whipped her head around, making her hood fall and revealing that she looked exactly like the present day Pamela Walker, "What you do mean, Atharia? We had an agreement; my child shall be safe in your land."

"I couldn't house her, Prudence. It would have caused too much suspicion, my reputation and trust with the Pharaoh is beginning to wane. Keeping your child would have sealed my fate, along with hers."

"Where have you taken her?" Prudence asked urgently.

"She is on a ship to the Americas. Her safety is insured there."

"Do you mean to jest?" Prudence gave her a murderous look, "She will be killed! Charlotte won't grow up to know not to use her powers!"

Atharia looked offended, "I shall not let that happen, I promise,"

"Liar." She growled back, "Get out of my sight,"

Atharia narrowed her eyes, "Careful Prudence. I'm the only one who can ensure your child's safety; you'd do best not to anger me."

"Leave! And I swear to you, I shall have revenge on your heir for your betrayal." The sorceress gave her a shocked look, "Yes, how long did you think it would take for me to see through your charade? I know it was you who condemned me to the pyre."

"You were not fit to be that child's mother at such a young age. I did what I saw fit to protect Charlotte, she has been my concern from the start."

"And I supposed it's you I should blame for the loss of my powers?" The carriage came to a sudden stop, Prudence smirked, "No matter, even without them I was able to create an escape route. Amazing how powerful the old magicks are."

"You didn't-,"

"You better make yourself scarce." Prudence's smile grew, "Wouldn't want to be burned with me, now would you?"

Atharia but her lip, glowering at the soon to be burned witch before disappearing in a shimmer of gold sand. Prudence turned towards the back of the cage, know that that was where it going to open. The sheet was suddenly ripped away, revealing a screaming mob outside, wielding axes, maces, swords, and torches.

"Burn the witch!"

"Send her to Hell!"

"Kill!"

But the brown haired girl kept a neutral face as she pulled her hood back up, waiting for the cage to be opened until she strode out proudly, ready to accept her fate with a smile.

Present Day

Pamela awoke with a groan as she realized it was morning, but a strong arm was wrapped around her waist and it kept her from getting up. The witch smiled to herself, remembering the events of last night and turning round to see Zach sleeping soundly next to her.

Last night had been their first time.

Laying back down in the opposite direction, she brushed some of her boyfriend's hair away from his eyes, causing a smile to appear on the telepath's face even in deep sleep. Moving in a little closer, Pamela planted a soft kiss in his lips. She held back a laugh as he began to return it during his waking up.

She pulled back and he let out a moan, "Now that's a wake up call!"

"Uh huh," Pamela playfully slapped him on the shoulder, "Morning…" She greeted him before wrapping herself up in a sheet and sitting on the side of the bed.

"Whoa, nice tattoo…" Zach suddenly blurted out. She turned around to look at him and saw that the sheet dipped enough to expose her lower back, where there was a tattoo of her personal symbol, the chaos wing. One wing was angelic, surrounded with twinkles that seemed to sparkle, even though it was done in black ink. The other side was like a bat's wing, thin and spindly and almost skeletal.

He traced the outline of the tattoo delicately with the back of his hand, "How long have you had this?"

She smiled at him, "The only way you wouldn't have noticed it before now is if you had never tried to sneak a peek at my ass. How chivalrous of you," She leaned back in and kissed him.

"Oh, that reminds me…" Zach reached down on his side of the bed and pulled up his jeans, fishing into the pocket for something, "I got you this," He brought his hand out of the pocket and held his clenched fist in front of her.

Pamela pried it open and gasped with delight when she saw a necklace with a silver pendant of the chaos wing. She took it by the chain gently, holding it up to the light.

"Oh my God… It's beautiful,"

"I remember you mentioning to me that you loved that symbol for some reason, I mean, hell, you modeled Arc's wings on it! Speaking of which, where is he? Doesn't he usually take permanent refuge in your room?"

Pamela nodded, lowering the necklace to the bed, "Yeah, but he hunts for food during the night." Zach raised an eyebrow at her, "Hey, he may be made of stone but he's a living creature that needs all the things to need to survive. Besides, he eats mice and rats, he's doing the whole city a favour." She looked towards the window with a look of horror, "Aw… crap! He's gonna be-!"

She didn't get to finish her sentence, as a whistle of air indicated Arc barreling into the room through the open window. It took the gargoyle a few seconds to figure out what was going on as he sat on top of the closet, his stone eyes widened.

"You and Master Lockhart…?" He said in disbelief.

"Yes, get out!" Pamela pointed towards the window while Arc began to babble as he flew away slowly.

"Terribly sorry, didn't mean to… "He perched himself on the outside window ledge, "Never happen again… Sincere apol- AH!" The gargoyle began to flail his arms wildly before losing his balance and falling off the ledge. Pamela heard an "Oof!" As Arc landed in a bush in the back garden.

The witch began to laugh before placing her hand on Zach's chest; you better go before he…" Her eyes shifted towards the window, "Wakes up my aunt and uncle,"

"Alright," The telepath replied reluctantly, sitting at the edge of the bed and pulling his jeans, standing up to pull the up the zipper.

"Here's your t-shirt," Pamela made a saucy smirk, throwing him the garment.

Zach grinned back in a similar fashion as he pulled it on, "Thanks," He walked around the bed and sat beside her, "I'll see you later," He kissed her softly, cupping her cheek before getting up and opening the door slowly, not disturbing anyone who was asleep.

Pamela smiled at her new necklace, making sure that the end of the sheet was tucked in so it would stay secure around her body; she picked it up with both hands and put it round her neck, latching it then looking in the mirror. As she looked towards it, a flash of fire and a woman appeared on the mirror. Pamela jumped slightly and peered at the mirror, all she saw was herself.

"What the…" She laid her hand on the necklace, wincing and pulling her hand away when it seemed the metal was searing hot. Pamela looked down at the necklace just in time to see it give off a harsh white light. Her head suddenly jutted back and her whole body was bathed in the white hot glow, a strong wind blew back her hair as she struggled to take in breathes, keeping her eyes clamped shut.

The light began to fade and Pamela brought her head forward. She kept her eyes closed as her hair settled back from the breeze that had been conjured. A smirk appeared on her face and she opened her eyes to reveal the same white light that had enveloped her. The shimmer faded from her eyes and she looked around with curiosity, not fear.

"I have arrived…" She whispered to herself, her smirk turning into a grin.

Piper had a look of sheer determination on her face. She had to do this no matter how scared she was, she would prove to everyone that she could do this. The Halliwell witch looked at the door of kitchen, making sure no one was there in case she failed. Grabbing the handle roughly, she jutted it upwards, keeping an eye on it as it flew into the air. Piper maneuvered the pan just right and…

Caught the pancake.

"Heh… Still got it," She looked up, "Did you see that, stains on the ceiling? I can do it after all!" She yelled to the circular shaped stains of grease on the ceiling.

A haze of blue on the other side of the counter got stronger as orbs began to appear. There was a flash and Paige appeared with an abnormally large grin on her face. Piper gave her a strange look immediately.

"What are you doing here?" She frowned at the youngest Charmed One.

Paige shrugged, "Can't I come by and see my sister?" Piper raised an eyebrow, getting the truth from her, "Alright, I can't be bothered cooking. Feed me." She ordered, walking over to the cupboard and getting down a plate.

"There's something up with you…" The eldest narrowed her eyes.

She snorted in response, "There's nothing. Load me up," Was her reply, holding out the plate. Piper gave her another weird look before piling pancakes onto Paige's plate. The witchlighter took one bite and grimaced slightly, "You got any chocolate sauce?"

Her sister immediately stopped what she was going and grinned, "That's it!" Piper announced, pointing at Paige, "Post sex glow! Your craving for chocolate confirms it! You always want chocolate after sex!" She beamed at her sister, remembering that little fact from when they had played games to get to know each other better when Paige first came into their lives.

Paige blinked a few times, flabbergasted, "Beg your pardon?"

"Let's see… The barbeque last night, I don't really see you as a one night stand person. So that leaves only one man, who just happens to live in your apartment!" Piper squealed and clapped her hands, "You and Aidan, together again? Details please,"

Paige stabbed a few of the pancakes with her fork, "It was… good," But she soon let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, "Who am I kidding? It was fantastic! I don't know if it's because he's blind, but… he just knew my body, what buttons to press…" Her eyes glazed over again, "It was the most, sensual, intense, passionate… experience of my life. And it wasn't just sex, it was like our two souls became one and-,"

Piper's eyes widened as she looked to the kitchen door, "Chris! Sweetie, want some pancakes?" She grinned at her son before shooting a look at Paige, who shrugged.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted details."

"But not in the presence of my four year old." Piper hissed. "You want some pancakes, honey?"

Chris beamed as he climbed up onto the stool, "Can I have mine with chocolate sauce?"

Paige gave her sister a look, "Aren't you going to accuse him of nocturnal activities?"

Pamela did another twirl in her mirror, giggling slightly as she admired her outfit. She ran a hand down the denim skirt that stopped halfway down her thigh before adjusting her strapless top that had a dip in the centre, perfect for the chaos wing amulet that hung from her neck. She picked up the golden heart locket that she had received from a good friend and put it round her neck, seeing if it would match with hat she had on. The locket suddenly began to glow, signaling its use, but she just snorted at it and ripped the chain off her neck, throwing it back on the bed before twirling in the mirror again.

"Women's garments are so brazen in this century…" She grinned to herself before grabbing the leather jacket at the desk chair and walking out the room. "Sigillum…" She whispered, gesturing at the bedroom door from the outside and making a white hot glow pass over it.

"Hey," Pamela jumped to see Leo standing there, already dressed after being a communing, "Morning,"

Pamela's eyes shifted back and forth at her uncle as if he was a stranger, "Good morning…" She replied with a thick Scottish accent, earning a look from Leo.

Luckily, he was distracted by Emma coming down the stairs with the Book of Shadows in her arms. Pamela's eyes widened with fury as she saw the empath smiling with the tome under her arm, walking towards them.

"Wow…" She smirked to Pamela, "What are you doing up this early?"

The teen narrowed her eyes, "You…" She growled low enough so no one would hear her.

"What are you doing with the book?" Leo asked with curiosity.

"Oh, I'm just going to delve into my work, find some potions to do with my classes…" She said meekly, shifting the Book of Shadows slightly so that the triquetra was visible to Pamela, whose jaw dropped.

"You shall not go anywhere with my book!" She suddenly blurted out, making a violent gesture with her hand. Emma looked down and saw that the book was no longer under her arm, but in the hands of Pamela.

"Pam, how did you do that instantaneously?" Emma gave her a stern look, beginning to scan her with her telempathy.

"Pamela is no longer in control of this body. Porta!" She screamed, gesturing towards Emma and making the psionic soar across the hall and smash into the cabinet next to the wall. Leo gave his niece a murderous look, raising his hands and preparing to attack the body snatcher.

A demon shimmered in at the base of the attic steps. It was covered in grey scales and had a thick tar like substance dripping from its large mouth. Wild black hair covered its animalistic skull as it made a dash for Leo, only to be blasted back from an attack by Piper, who had arrived with Paige.

"What the hell?" Piper cringed at the beast, flicking out her hands and blasting it again.

"Plant pot!" Paige shouted, the large plant pot in the corner orbed out, making all the soil and the fichus fall to the floor as a cloud of orbs flew towards the demon. They dispersed as the pot smashed into the demon's head, making him roar with a mixture of rage and pain.

Pamela rolled her eyes, "Is this what witches have become in this time?" She let out a chuckle, "Poor fools," She looked at her aunts, "You know not the full potential of witchcraft."

"Pam, what are talking about?" Piper asked, temporarily distracted by her niece's strange words.

The demon, taking advantage of the situation, leaped up onto the ceiling and spat a stream of the black tar substance at Leo. The elder prepared to orb out but the black goo hit his face and he screamed in pain, dropping to his knees and trying to avoid putting his hands on his face.

"Terminus!" Pamela bellowed, pointing a finger towards the demon. The spell ripped it apart instantly, leaving a mass of black tar to stream out in all directions. Piper, realizing what it really was, managed to push Paige to the ground before she was hit.

"Your welcome. Abige!" She gestured into the air. Flashes of white light blinded the Charmed Ones momentarily as Pamela disappeared, leaving a knocked out Emma and a dying Leo in her wake.

Piper let out a tired sigh as she wiped the last of black goo of Leo's face. His skin had turned a horrible grey colour. The Charmed One wanted to comfort him, to put her hand on his face and tell him that he was going to be okay, but she was afraid that somehow, the poison would spread to her.

"I think we're dealing with Katrina." Phoebe announced as she walked into Piper's room, "But without the book, we can't be sure."

"Where's Paige?" The eldest whispered.

"She went down to the Underworld with Brennan. I might as well get him away from the whore next door…" Phoebe grumbled, thanking of Mrs. Hunter's daughter who had been constantly hitting on her husband. "Not to mention she gets to kill some grimlocks too,"

Piper dabbed Leo's forehead with a fresh cloth, the other covered in black goo, "I can't lose him, Phoebe… Since when did demons spit out gallons of darklighter poison?"

"That's why I think we're dealing with Katrina. She made a hybrid from Emma and Grant, why not two demons?"

Before Piper could answer, Emma orbed into the room in a rosy pink haze, along with all six kids that belonged to the respective parent.

"Why didn't you take them to Magic School?" Piper stood up and subtly covered up Leo's colour drained face. She didn't want Wyatt or Chris to see this.

"Because Pamela's there, and wreaking havoc. It only took her a couple Latin words to bring the library down!" Emma exclaimed, ushering Piper's sons out of the bedroom so the three women could talk.

"How did this even start? What is she possessed by?" Phoebe exclaimed with her arms crossed.

"Prudence Warren. The true beginning of our line." A familiar voice said.

Piper frowned slightly, "Melinda?"

Lights swirled at the bottom of the bed. A woman's form began to appear through the light as Melinda Warren appeared, taking a deep breath as she corporealised. It took a lot of energy to come here on your own power, "It is good to see you again…"

"Yeah, yeah, what were you saying?" Piper urged their ancestor, earning her a small kick in the shin from Phoebe.

"That's perfectly alright, Phoebe. I understand the urgency of your situation." She sat down on the edge of the bed, "In the mid 17th Century, a young witch named Prudence Warren was burned at the stake in Scotland, but not only for being a witch, but for giving birth to a child at the age of eighteen."

"The child was safe," Emma suddenly blurted out, making everyone stare at her. The psionic blinked a few times, "I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from…" She frowned slightly, as if remembering something important.

"You are right. Prudence entrusted her child to an Egyptian sorceress, she was to raise the child and keep her safe so that she wouldn't be found and persecuted for her true mother's crimes. But the sorceress betrayed the witch, sending the baby on a ship to the New World. Prudence learned of this betrayal and swore vengeance on the sorceress's future lives, rumour has it that she created a powerful amulet before her death, one that would transfer her spirit to her future life, where she would get her revenge."

"Atharia…" Emma suddenly whispered, realizing that was why Pamela had been so angry with her this morning.

"What can we do?" Piper asked.

"You stay here and tend to your love." Melinda smiled warmly at her, "I shall make a potion to purge him of the poison while Emma and Phoebe confront Prudence."

"What?" Phoebe gaped, "What can I do? I don't any active powers,"

"And you won't get them back until you lose that attitude. You're not as weak as you think you are Phoebe," The blonde advised with a motherly tone.

"But still, Prudence is extremely powerful. I don't think our usual routine is going to be enough," Emma looked at her shoes with sadness.

"Perhaps not, but someone else's might," Melinda replied with a grin.

The tone in which she had said it made Emma and Phoebe look at other with puzzled expressions before looking back at Melinda, who obviously had a plan. Everyone's silence was suddenly broken by a shout from Aidan downstairs. Everyone but Piper began their way down to see what all the fuss was about.

"I have pupils!" Aidan beamed at the three women coming down the stairs, "I can see!" He pointed to his eyes before bursting out into delirious laughter, "Where are my girls? I wanna see my girls,"

They're upstairs in the boy's room. Piper's looking after them," Phoebe smirked, holding back her laughter.

"Alright, I will see…" He pointed to his eyes, "you all later!" And with that he bounded up the stairs, eager to lay his eyes on the twins he had missed so much. Phoebe and Melinda smiled as they watched him.

"I take it he is the father is Paige's children?" The ancestor asked, having not met Aidan last time.

"Yeah," Emma grinned at her, before her expression grew dark, "Where's Paige?"

Paige clamped her eyes shut again, turning into a cloud of orbs and flying at the side of the cage. An orange force field glowed on the metal before the orbs flew back to the floor, making the witchlighter land with a thud. Brennan bit his lip before swirling around his hands, blasting the bars with as much electricity as he could muster before groaning with exhaustion and falling to the floor.

"Save your watts, we're not getting out of here," Paige said with a roll of her eyes.

The mutant let out a sigh, "Damn!" He jutted out a leg, kicking the side and making the suspended cage quiver.

"Stop it!" Paige hissed in response, "Do you want to fall down into that?" She nodded downwards through the glass floor. Brennan stared down at the hordes of demons underneath them. He couldn't believe how many there were! Thousands of them roaring battle chants as they raised their weapons, the noise was deafening.

"Careful you two, wouldn't want to fall." Katrina said as a ghostly image of the redhead appeared in the cage. Paige's first reaction was to lunge at the apparition and to pound her face in, but Brennan grabbed her shoulder to stop her from making a fool of herself.

"What a nasty temper you have, Paige. Can't see why Aidan went for you, he did have his sight back then, didn't he?" She smirked, "Although now he's got his eyes back he'll be able to see what a mistake he's made."

The youngest Charmed One grinned before Brennan turned to her, "It must have been that last grimlock we got being put in here," Paige could only nod at him before giving Katrina a fierce look.

"He'll come for me; all of them will come for us…" She growled.

The Seer let out a cackle, "Right, and do you do a couple of witches and assorted magical beings being able to beat all of them?" She glanced down at the army, "The Nameless One will kill you all, and then he'll take the upper world with the same army that killed you."

"You'd think he'd come up with a catchier name for himself," Paige quipped.

"His true name gives him power. He shall never reveal it," She looked up, as if hearing something, "Gotta go guys, make yourselves comfortable!" Katrina taunted before fading away.

Pamela sat cross legged on the floor of the Great Hall, pouring herself over an old book while rolling the chaos wing pendant in her fingers. She suddenly began to laugh and she held the book up high. On the page she was rejoicing about, there was a large Celtic symbol.

"I've found you…" She cackled, grinning as she stood up.

"This stops now, Prudence." Emma announced as she and Phoebe walked into the hall. There was something about Emma that Prudence recognized even more than usual, it was familiar.

Prudence let out a chuckle, "What makes you think you can stop me?" She glanced at the masses of books she had taken from the destroyed library, "Incede!" She yelled, bringing her hands in front of her chest as all the books began to float up into the air. The witch throw out her arms towards Emma and Phoebe and all the books followed, flying towards the two witches and ready to barrage them.

Emma focused her eyes on the immediate books and a globe of searing psionic heat flew from her forehead, hitting the book and making it fall to the floor in a burning heap. A sudden heat wave passed through the room, burning every single book that was floating, apart from the Book of Shadows and the one that Prudence had under her arm.

The colour drained from Prudence's face, "Atharia…" She murmured.

"I warned my future life about you…" Emma growled, chanting in Egyptian and making the Book of Shadows fly towards Phoebe, who grabbed it with a smile.

"No!" Prudence raised her hand and blasted a shot of white fire towards the middle Charmed One. Phoebe gasped and scrunched up her eyes, waiting for the burn to come. Unbeknownst to Phoebe, the triquetra on the cover of the book began to glow and she slowly floated up into the air. The golden flames flew underneath her, hitting the marble pillar and leaving a small scorch.

"I'm levitating…" The witch uttered in disbelief.

"The book protected her…" Prudence lowered her hands, staring at Phoebe.

"She is your descendant. The book is bound to her just as much as it is to you," Atharia glowered, watching as Phoebe took control of her acquired power and slowed her descent. "Phoebe, get out of here…" She whispered.

The Halliwell took one look at the murderous stare on her possessed niece's face before running down the hall with the tome under her arm.

Prudence wordlessly outstretched her arm to the side, summoning a long sword from a suit of armour in the hall. She held it with both hands after it floated towards her, chanting softly with her eyes closed, "Gero abyssus flamma…" She whispered, activating the spell and making the sword glow white hot. Spinning around on her right foot, Prudence gathered speed and threw the weapon towards her foe.

Atharia concentrated and conjured a psionic heat blast, throwing it towards the sword with her mind. Her intention was for it to warp and fall to the ground, but as the heat hit the sword, it glowed a white colour before lodging itself in her side.

"Your arrogance in your powers was always what led to your downfall…" Prudence hissed walking towards the dying sorceress and wrenching the sword from her gut and pulling it out in front of her, "Purgo," She said, making the blood clear from the sword before began her hunt for Phoebe………

Phoebe ran down the corridor as fast as she could. She wasn't that far away from the door that opened to anywhere; she would be safe as long as she made it back to Manor. Clutching the Book of Shadows desperately, she looked back to see if she was being tailed.

"Looking for me?" A voice said, making her jump. Phoebe turned around and saw Prudence standing in front of her, sword at her side.

"Why are you doing this?" Phoebe asked, edging back slightly, "I'm your descendant!"

"You are also the only thing that stands between me and ultimate power." She replied, walking closer and raising the sword at the same time, "And in front of me is not a wise place to stand,"

Looking around for anything, Phoebe laid the book down on an antique unit and smacked the hilt of a sword that was hung on the wall, making it fall off and land in her hands. Deciding not to be a sitting duck, Phoebe jumped forward and activated her levitation power, almost flying towards Prudence with her sword out ready, read to kill.

The 17th Century witch blocked masterfully, spinning the sword around her head and attempting to bring it down on Phoebe, who parried nervously as she was forced back by her ancestor's numerous blows. Prudence continued the onslaught, jumping up slightly and spinning around, swinging her sword down in a diagonal direction and missing as Phoebe ducked and attempted to sweep her legs, the teen jumped swiftly and raised her sword above her head, bringing it down onto Phoebe's sword as she crouched, making it an awkward position to block from.

"It's over…" She smirked, applying more pressure to her push and waiting for Phoebe to fall.

The Halliwell winced as a shooting pain in her arm appeared, trying to hold off as her back was pushed to the ground. Phoebe took deep breathes as her arm was about to give way, she would drop her sword and Prudence weapon would come down on her chest.

Suddenly, a familiar electrifying glow lit up Phoebe's eyes. She gasped as another power took control of her body, that was her last action before losing the reins. The middle witch smirked as she dropped her sword and threw her hand into Prudence's stomach, shoving her into the air with supernatural strength and getting back to her feet.

Prudence gritted her teeth and did a professional flip in the air, righting herself before landing crumpled on the floor. She landed delicately on her feet and spun her head around to face the alien force.

"What are you?" She asked.

Phoebe didn't answer; instead, she raised her hand and fired a blast of lightning towards her enemy. Prudence's eyes widened and she jumped into the air, spinning rapidly and hugging her chest so she would turn easier. The Halliwell raised her hand, trying to hit her foe with the lightning pulsing from her palm; she continued to give Prudence a look of fierce rage and bared her teeth.

"You shall die!" She said in a torn voice, raising her hand again.

But before she could react, water began to crawl up from the floor and take on the form of Aidan and Emma, who seemed to be fully healed thanks to the Elemental. Knowing he had to act fast, Aidan yanked the potion from his pocket and threw it down on the floor. It shattered, sending a dome of energy out from the point and going through Emma, Phoebe and Pamela.

"NO!" Prudence screamed as she felt the potion rip her soul from the body, a white glow signified that she had left as Pamela fell to the floor.

The harsh neon blue in Phoebe's eyes faded as the spirit left her with a blue flash from her body, leaving her to take deep breathes and struggling to stay standing.

Emma had the most peaceful exorcism as a golden glow flew from her body and soared skywards, leaving the empath with a smile on her face.

"What did that potion do?" Aidan asked Emma, she had been the one who made just in case their plan hadn't worked.

"It acted like an ionization field, but instead of taking out all electric things, it took out all spiritual intruders," She explained, smiling that she had the memory of her time of possession.

"Pam?" Phoebe gently shook her niece, "Wake up,"

The teen groaned as she tried to lift her head, "Ugh… Am I hungover?" She asked, sitting up and grimacing at her clothes, "Oh God, why am I wearing this?" She pinched the denim skirt.

Her aunt smiled at her, "She's back…"

Phoebe, Emma, Pamela and Aidan walked into Piper's room to find Leo just recovered from the potion that Melinda had just given him. He held his stomach a little as the colour returned to his face. Piper jumped on him immediately, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

"I'd best be off…" Melinda said with a smile, "You're lucky it wasn't true darklighter poison, or I wouldn't have been able to cure you with a potion!" She warned Leo.

"Thanks," He whispered gratefully, kissing the top of Piper's head as she hugged him.

The blonde turned to everyone, "Blessed be…" She said, before disappearing in a swirl of lights. Phoebe came back into the room after picking up Connor from the boy's room. She hoisted him up onto her hip and kissed his cheek, holding him close.

"Daddy…" He said quietly, making Phoebe remember and cursing herself for forgetting.

Where were Brennan and Paige?

Sorry, no spoilers today! It's a surprise! Chapter 30 should be up soon!