"Hey guys, hope you're hungry because Piper's cooked up a storm" Prue said as she opened the door to let Phoebe and Paige enter the old Victorian house hand in hand.
"Hey Prue, mm smells great." Phoebe said, faking a smile leading Paige into the dinning-room hurriedly.
Prue looked at the two young girls rushing into the lounge, her eyes lingering on their intertwining hands. Shrugging at her younger sister's strange behaviour, Prue made her way into the kitchen to check on her other sister; Piper.
"Hey Pipe, you know how Phoebe was saying how she had feelings for Paige and she thought Paige had feelings for her?" Prue said grabbing plates and preparing the table.
"Yeah, we already knew that though." Piper said, helping Prue set the table.
"Well I think they've finally done something about it." Prue whispered, pointing into the lounge where Phoebe and Paige were sitting on the couch kissing sweetly.
Piper's eyes widened as she tried to muffle a squeal of joy by putting her hands up at her mouth. The two sisters made their way into the kitchen giggling like 12 year olds.
As Paige pulled back from the kiss, she brought her hand up to push a strand of hair behind Phoebe's ear.
"I think we should tell you're sisters." Paige said.
"You mean you didn't hear that childish giggling coming from the kitchen?" Phoebe said raising an eyebrow and smirking, receiving a small chuckle from Paige.
"I meant tell them about Michael, they really should know." Paige said seriously.
"Yeah, okay" Phoebe smiled giving Paige's hand a small squeeze.
"Dinner's ready." Piper declared with a playful smile forming at the corners of her lips.
Phoebe glared at her big sister, giving her a look that said embarrass-me-and-you'll-pay.
Paige smiled gratefully, oblivious to the psychological sibling battle going on.
As the four women sat down to eat, they spoke about the usual and Paige filled them in some more about her heritage as a whitelighter/witch.
"Prue, do you remember that guy I was telling you about, the one with the criminal record?" Phoebe asked her older sister innocently.
"Yeah how could I forget, I begged you for weeks to stay away from that jerk, Michael wasn't it?" Prue replied.
"Yeah that's the one. Well you see I broke up with him today and he wasn't exactly too happy." Phoebe said receiving an encouraging smile from Paige.
"Whoa, you mean you were still seeing him? You told me you broke up with him weeks ago!" Prue said her eyes blazing.
"Wait bitch later, explain now." Piper said to Prue then Phoebe.
Phoebe looked between Paige, Piper and Prue before letting a huge sigh escape her. She, with the help of Paige, filled the two sisters in about their encounter with "Madman Michael" as Prue had formerly named him.
"I told you that guy was trouble." Prue said crossing her arms.
"I know, you all did, but I guess that's what made it more exciting and, I don't know I wanted to make Paige jealous," Phoebe added sheepishly.
Paige let out a small laugh
"Well it worked alright." Paige said smiling, staring into Phoebe's eyes lovingly.
"Well Paige, you've saved our baby sister twice in two days," Piper said smiling.
Prue looked at Piper, wondering where she was going with this, and then she remembered Piper saying something about Paige not feeling accepted here.
Piper looked to Prue to see if she had caught on yet.
"Welcome to the family" Prue said.
Phoebe was absolutely beaming from ear to ear, and Paige was not much different.
"I don't know what to say." Paige stammered.
"I say how about more wine!" Piper cheered pouring more wine.
"Here here!" Prue agreed as Phoebe leaned in and kissed Paige softly.
After three bottles of wine, the four women had retired to the lounge. Piper sat with a bottle of wine in one hand and a half-full glass in the other.
Prue sat on the couch opposite with her wine glass clasped in her hand and waving her hands while talking, almost spilling the wine everywhere.
Paige and Phoebe were sprawled on the couch beside Piper with Phoebe leaning back comfortably against Paige, with her head snugly situated on Paige's shoulder.
"I've got it!" Prue said sitting up abruptly, finally spilling some wine down her white sweater.
By this point Piper was too drunk to care about wine stains on the couch or carpet.
"Yeah baby she's got it!" Piper sang in reply to Prue's sudden outburst.
Phoebe and Paige erupted in hysterics at this point, much to Prue's dismay.
"No seriously, I've got it." Prue said looking rather pleased with herself.
"You've got what?" Phoebe asked Prue trying to keep a straight face.
"We can cast a spell on Michael!" Prue announced.
"That has personal gain written all over it." Phoebe said drawing her eyes off Prue.
"Wait a minute, Prue might be right" Piper said deep in thought.
"What!" Prue and Phoebe said at the same time.
"Piper, the queen of rules wants to break them?" Phoebe said faking shock.
"What kind of spell?" Paige asked looking interested in the idea.
"Just one to scare him, we can't hurt him" Piper said, still thinking of a spell to perform.
"Oh man" Paige said disappointedly receiving a small smile from Phoebe.
"Don't worry baby, I'm sure scaring him will have a better effect." Phoebe said giving Paige's leg a squeeze.
"Are you sure it's allowed?" Paige asked.
"Who cares, to the attic!" Piper declared stumbling off the couch and staggering up the stairs.
Prue, Phoebe and Paige just stared open-mouthed at the usually responsible and rule following witch as she headed for the attic.
"How much has she had?" Paige asked looking towards Phoebe and Prue.
The three women laughed it off and followed Piper up the stairs.
"Okay, now candles, candles." Piper said in search of candles.
"What are we gonna do anyway." Prue hiccupped.
"We, my dear sister, are going to summon a ghost for a haunting." Piper replied.
"Who?" Paige asked.
"Well if I read correctly in the Bay Mirror, Michael Homes was accused for the murder of Gail Roberts a couple of years back. Right, Paige?" Piper asked, setting out various candles.
"Right, it was never proven, but everybody knew it was him." Paige said anger coursing through her veins recalling the day Michael got away with murder, literally.
Phoebe sensing Paige's distress wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and smiled up at her for comfort.
"So, after you summon this ghost, then what?" Paige asked relaxing in Phoebe's arms.
Piper looked up at Paige and smiled.
"She takes revenge. Don't worry though, ghosts can't hurt anybody, its just to scare him." Piper said smirking.
"I'll get the spell." Phoebe said going over to the book.
"And I'll get the wine" Prue said already descending the stairs.
A few moments later and Piper had laid out the candles, with the help of Paige and Phoebe had found the spell. Prue, of course had consumed most of the wine before Piper, Phoebe and Paige grabbed the bottle away.
"Okay everybody ready?" Phoebe said as the four women joined hands.
"Ghostly spirit, we call to thee,
Cross on over so wee may see
The vengeance that you wish to seek
Shall come now, no longer weak."
The four women waited for a moment before the transparent figure appeared in front of them looking rather confused before a sudden realisation hit her and she smiled at the women standing before her before disappearing.
"You think it worked?" Paige said breaking the silence.
"I think it did" Piper said smiling cheekily.
"Come on guys lets celebrate!" Prue cheered raising the wine bottle in the air clumsily.
"I think you guys have had enough!" Phoebe laughed following Piper and Prue down the stairs.
"Nonsense, there's no such thing as enough, right Prue?" Piper said reaching the bottom of the stairs.
"Right on sister!" Prue beamed entering the lounge and collapsing on the couch.
Meanwhile at Michael Home's shabby apartment the drunken form of Michael lay asleep on the bed, until a gust of wind coming from an open window stirred him from his sleep.
Grunting as he raised to close the window he stopped in his tracks as a figure caught the corner of his eye, turning around as fast as he could drawing his handgun from the bedside table, he was startled to see that the 'person' standing before him was in fact Gail Roberts, victim of one of many drunken attacks. The confusing part was, though, she was dead.
"What… how…? You stay the fuck away from me! You hear!" Michael screamed backing away from the ghost as far as possible.
"Or what, you'll kill me… AGAIN?" Gail screamed, shouting into Michael's tear-soaked face.
"Please don't kill me, I'm sorry, please." Michael pleaded.
Looking down Gail could see that the crotch area and the floor around her murderer were wet.
"Oh what's the matter Michael, scared of the big bad ghost? Ha-ha, I must thank those Halliwells; this has been the best thing that has happened since my death. BOO!" Gail screeched causing Michael to slip in his own urine and hit his head on the bedside table.
The last thing going through his mind was the name Halliwell. Phoebe was behind this somehow.