A/N: This is a play on Shakespeare's, "Romeo And Juliet." Phyre: Oh yay! I'm thrilled that you're back and your reviews are as sweet as ever! Thank you. As for Persia and Phiona's powers, I'm not quite sure yet, so we'll just have to see. ;) Pangea: Aww, thanks for reviewing. I'm really glad you like the Pearl/Brandon, they're my own version of true love. Sorta like Prue/Andy, but not quite. And yeah, I'm surprised that Mark will be playing Phoebe's new lover. Hopefully we'll have this season be less Phoebe-centric. The-Cheese-Fairy: I know! I love Darryl & Andy working together! I so miss that on the show, especially their quips! I know, I guess Duvay is sorta my version of Sheridan, sorta. (Never liked her.) charmedsisters: Oh, I'm sorry, I've just been so busy. I'm trying to get back onto a more regular updating system again. money makes me smile:I know, what was Pearl thinking? Halliwell spells always backfire! (P.S. Thanks for choosing to read, "When In Rome, Do As Wiccans Do"!) damienn455: Aww, thanks! I love flashbacks too! I wish the show would do more flashbacks, specifically from S1 with Andy! moonfirefairy: Thanks. chyp: Oh, no problem at all. Thanks for the awesome compliment:-D PrUe AnD AnDy: Thank you so much! And Prue, well, you know her. She's stubborn. And her sisters told her not to get into Andy's way. lol Prince Halliwell: You'll just have to wait and see. ;) I'm glad you liked the flashback and I'm tickled that you liked the title! Piper xox Leo: lol I know, right? Pearl, what to do about that girl? (P.S. Hopefully you got my e-mails about our fic, I can't wait to read your next chapter!) peanut2lb: Me too! I will always remember the episode with the sneakers (which is why I just had to include those in my one-shot fic, "The Day The Magic Was Born") and their chat about movies. lol The show should have more Andy flashbacks, especially with Darryl! (P.S. I cannot wait for more EC! Please update soon! I've been checking every day. lol)

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 19: Romeow And Mewiet

"'Creatress of mankind, we call upon thee!'" The young Blessed One chanted.

"Creatress of mankind, we call upon thee!" Brandon replied, as a whipping wind began to funnel around his best friend and himself.

"'We summon the powers of the Mistress of all deities!'"

"We summon the powers of the Mistress of all deities!" Brandon repeated. He shut his eyes as the wind turned into a funnel of sand, the sands of time, the sands of the ancient world. He felt himself being pulled away from Pearl and he grasped her hands tighter, refusing to let his best friend go. Then suddenly the smells of various herbs, the same used in ancient Egyptian mummification rituals, filtered through the air. The sand funnel vanished and Brandon, still clutching Pearl, floated high into the air where a bright flash of golden light appeared around them and a pentagram took form. Suddenly his clothes transformed into a long, white robe with an orange sash that wrapped around his waist and the remaining material cascaded down the front of the robe. A type of crown appeared upon his head. It was large and white, slightly bottle shaped with what could only be described as golden slates jutting from the sides, painted with dark blue stripes. Then a gold, blue, and rich orange collar of beads appeared around his neck extending to just above his arms. Suddenly his arms were ripped from Pearl's and forced across his chest in an 'x' formation. Two staffs appeared in his hands; one was golden and indigo, in the shape of a cane, while the second was pure gold with three long strands of golden layers, similar to a whip, hung from the tip.

Pearl's long dark hair turned pitch black and grew even longer, while golden bands materialized around her wrists and golden sandals replaced her shoes. Her clothes morphed into a long, white gown with golden specks and a large golden collar of nefer beads appeared around her neck, extending to over her shoulders. A type of large oval which was held up by two curved pieces of metal which were all pure gold, the anhk, appeared atop the witchlighter's head. Thick, black makeup outlined her eyes.

"What's going on!" Brandon yelled, reaching out for his best friend. His eyes became huge as golden lights appeared out of thin air and flew into him.

"I don't know!" Pearl yelled back, as the same happened to her. Then she noticed that the smell of herbs vanished and suddenly she went falling back to the bed with Brandon.

Brandon stared down at his new attire. "Pearl, I think something may have..."

At that moment, a demon shimmered into the room and hurled an energy ball at the young Wiccans.

"Pearl!" Brandon gasped, shoving her to the side and allowing the energy ball to strike him in the chest. But to his amazement, he absorbed the energy ball and his mouth dropped open in shcok.

Pearl turned to the demon, her eyes blazing and she raised her hand to form an exploding light ball, when suddenly a beam of golden light errupted from her palm and hit the demon, vaporizing him. She turned her confused gaze to her best friend.

"...backfired." Brandon finished his sentence from earlier, before gulping. Not even a scorch mark remained.

Bast clutched her stomach, her cat eyes flashing in pain for a brief moment, before returning to normal.

"Bast! What's wrong?" Phoebe asked with concern.

"Something's happened," Bastet replied. "There's been a-a transfer..."

"A transfer?" Persia repeated.

"Of magic," the Cat Goddess replied, as she allowed herself the liberty of leaning against the wall. "Magic from one of more of the deities has been transferred to someone else."

"How do you know?" Paige asked.

"We're all magically connected," Bast replied. "When one of us temporarily loses our powers, we feel it. When they're returned, we feel it. But the magic, the energy now, it's different."

"How so?"

"We all have our own essences, Paige," Bast replied, still holding her stomach. "These are not the same."

"So why can't you tell who's essences are missing?"

"Your powers are part of your essence, so it's as if I feel them, but I don't." Bast replied.

"Do you think Ra transferred power from one of your deities to himself?" The psychic asked.

Bast shook her head. "I don't feel that Ra's power has grown, but it's only a matter of time before he'll attempt to steal Isis' magick."

Persia ran her fingers through her hair as she absentmindedly twirled her locket with her other hand. "We need to get Aunt Prue back here." She slid her hand into her pocket, pulling out her Sprint cell phone and skifully flipped it open, before placing it to her ear. "Aunt Prue," she said clearly and then the phone began to ring.

Prue traced her hand across the picture of the dead woman's wrist. "Darryl, can I keep this for a while? I'm wondering if Phoebe might be able to get a premonition from it."

Darryl frowned as his wandering eyes searched the area. "Do you really need to?"

Prue nodded, her dark waves of hair bouncing around her shoulders. "The world is at stake."

Darryl's brown eyes became the side of saucers. "Have you talked to Andy about this?"

Prue shook her head as she pocketed the photo. "No, and I don't want you to."

"Prue, he's my partner!"

"He's my husband, but I'm not going to tell him either."

"What's going on between you?"

"Nothing that concerns you," Prue spat as she pulled from the chair, grabbing her latte as she stood up. "Thanks for your time and I'll update you as soon as I can."

"Prue!"

"I gotta go," she passed the Inspector a pleasant smile. "Tell Sheila 'hello' for me." The telekinetic hurriedly left.

Darryl ran a hand through his aging hair, shaking his head.

Persia frowned as she clicked the 'talk' button, forcing her phone to redial her aunt's cell number. "She's not picking up."

Prue slid into her driver's seat and glanced down at her cell phone, which was charging. A red light was flashing and she picked up the phone, flicking it open, to find that she'd missed a call from her eldest niece. The witch placed the phone to her ear and activated her voicemail, listening to the urgent message. "Crap," she moaned as she saved the mail and placed the phone back her. Her blue eyes looked around and then she locked the door, finally allowing her head to drop to her chest.

A red flare appeared, followed by the formation of Astral Prue. She looked around before spotting her niece. "Persia? Guys? What's going on?"

Persia opened her mouth to reply, before a resounding knock filled her ears.

"The door, I'll get-"

"I got it!" Glenn yelled, heading down the stairs. He marched over to the door and pulled it open to find Brandon's parents standing before him, with a rather large blanket that was clearly covering something. "Mrs. and Mr. Fargo?"

Mrs. Fargo bit her lower lip, before tapping on the blanket and pushing whatever it was, clearing something that could move on its own, into the door.

"What's going on?" Glenn asked, as Mr. Fargo walked in too. He leaned on the door, shutting it.

"This," Mrs. Fargo replied, as she swiftly removed the blanket to reveal her son and Glenn's daughter.

"Pearl!" Glenn yelped, staring blankly at his only child.

Astral Prue hurried into the room. "Glenn, who is...Pearl?"

"What is going on out here?" Paige asked, following her older sister's astral self in. She stopped, her mouth dropping open. "What the hell is going on? How come my child looks like she just stepped out of a Cleopatra movie?" Her eyes shifted around the room.

Brandon, protectively, stepped in front of his best friend. "We cast a spell..." He said, taking Pearl's hand in his and bracing himself for whatever his parents and Pearl's were about to throw at them.

"Isis!"

Everyone turned to the see Bast standing in the entry way to the kitchen.

"Isis?" Mrs. Fargo choked.

"And Osiris," Bast continued, bowing her head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Paige flicked her wrist. "You said she was missing!"

Bast pointed a claw at the young witches. "They've taken on the magic of one of the greatest loves the world has ever known! They've taken on the magic of Isis and her eternal lover, Osiris."

TO BE CONTINUED...