A/N: This is a play on the soap, "All My Children." Pay close attention guys, this chapter impacts everything! Now I'm sorry for this being so late and they might be like this for a while, as my Mom is playing Goddess with my internet access.

The-Cheese-Fairy: I know, I miss your reviews when FFN doesn't put 'em up:( Oh no, I wouldn't turn them into the Brady bunch. Although that is an entertaining thought. lol And as for your review of chapter 31, aww! Thank you so much for such sweet words! And yeah, Dane drugged her drink. I wanted to try and foreshadow it in chapter 30, by having him walking away with the cup as the last scene. Wow, I still can't get over your review! That was so encouraging!

ColePhoebe4eva, Piper xox Leo, winter blaze, chyp, damien455: Thank you so much for the feedback!

peanut2lb: Oh, I know. Wait till you see how dear old Andy reacts. ;)

RJF: Wow, thank you so much. This chapter won't explore what happens to Dane, but the next one will. This chapter is about reaction and it's also a VERY important part of the fic. It'll impact everything else from here on out. And yeppers, I love Piper and Paige bonding so much, I wish the show had more of it.

Phyre: Yes! He's introduced in this chapter and it's huge!

Prince Halliwell: Hehe, that chapter was so serious that I had to throw a smidge of sister love (especially Piper and Paige) in there! Actually, the Johnston brothers were just thrown in there for fun and for Paige to get to know her sisters' history a little more.

VisionGurl: Yep, I will be doing another fic.

moonfirefairy: I have big plans for the blonde guy, but I'm keeping tight lipped about them for now.

GuevaraX5452: No, the guy who rescued Persia is someone that actually goes to the High School, he isn't related to the Johnston brothers.

LeoPiperAndyPrue: Thanks for lettin' me know! I'll try to read it tonight, but as I said, my Mom's been cutting back my internet time.

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 32: All My Charmed Ones

"Are you family?" It was the voice of an EMT, who was currently stabilizing Persia in the back of an ambulance.

"No but-"

"I'm sorry, you'll just have to go down to the hospital then," the EMT replied before shutting the door in the white-blonde male's face.

"Tyler?"

The blonde young man spun around to see a the redhead that he'd been dancing with earlier.

"Tyler, are you okay?"

The young man, Tyler, heaved a heavy sigh. "Yeah, but that girl isn't."

"What happened to her?"

"Dane Burnham happened to her," Tyler replied. "Look, Becky, I'm sorry but I should go down to the hospital. The whole reason I came out to find her was to return her purse and then I find this," he said as he waved a hand at the scene of the assault. "Besides, I'll need to give a statement to the police and her family anyway."

"I understand," the redhead replied. "Call me later tonight, okay?"

"Sure." Tyler ran a hand through his straight white-blonde hair. "I'm so sorry about tonight."

"No, Ty, I understand. You're a good guy." The redhead, Becky, threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "You make sure to tell me how she's doing."

"I will," Tyler promised before watching her make her way back to the school.

"Young man?"

Tyler spun around to face a tall, skinny man in a blue police uniform. "Yes?"

"You were the one who found the girl?"

"Yes."

"I'll need you to make a statement."

"Oh, of course," Tyler replied.

"I'll need you to state your name for the record," the officer said as pulled out a pen and clipboard.

"Tyler..."

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"Hello, Turner residence," Cole said into the kitchen phone as he prepared himself a tomato and turkey sandwich over rye. "Yes, but she does have guests over right now. I am her husband, can I help you?" He applied a dollop of mayo to both slices of his bread and was about to reach for the plump red tomato when the color from his face drained. "Persia?" He echoed. "I'll go get Phoebe right away."

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"Sooo not!" Paige squealed in delight. For several hours now, her and her sisters had been playing who's hot and who's not with box of old yearbooks. It was as if they were back in High School, all four of them, together at last.

"What d'ya talk?" Piper asked, quirking a brow in confusion. "He's totally hot!"

"I don't think so, Pipes," Phoebe giggled as she slapped the picture. "Not, not, not!"

Piper looked to Prue to save her.

Prue wriggled her brows. "Sorry, honey, but you're severely outvoted here," she grinned. She tapped the picture. "Not."

Piper stuck out a lip. "You guys just don't have taste," the exploding witch pouted.

But before anyone could protest, Cole flew into the room. "Phoebe!" Urgency pulsed through his tone.

Phoebe's empathic powers could tell that something was horribly wrong. "Cole?" She asked, her fun tone gone instantly.

"It's Persia!"

"What?"

"She's in the hospital!"

"What! What the hell happened!" The psionic was on her feet in no time. "How'd you find out?"

"They just called, they're on the phone right now. They want to talk to you."

"Oh no!" Phoebe cried, running after Cole to get to the phone.

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Tyler trudged through the automatic doors of the busy hospital, making his way over to the reception desk. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm looking for a girl who was brought in earlier on an ambulance. I think she was given a drug overdose."

"Her name, please?"

"I'm not sure," Tyler admitted. "But she did come from the Baker High Prom."

"I'm sorry, I can't release that information to you."

"But-"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"But I was the one that found her!" Tyler pleaded. He held up her red satin purse in desperation. "I came to see if she's alright and possibly give this back to her family."

The receptionist frowned, glancing around and then leaning in closely to Tyler. "Room three-fifteen, but make it quick. I'm not supposed to give you this information."

"Thank you," Tyler said, exasperated. "Thank you so much!"

The receptionist nodded. "Quickly!" She prodded.

"Right, thanks again." Tyler whipped around and stared at the lit up boards above the hallways, choosing the one in which read, 'Rooms 250-350.' The teenager raced down the hall, slowing to a stop only when he neared room 310. Then he spotted Persia's room and glanced through the window, seeing her lying unconscious on the bed, strapped to a few machines. He gently took the door handle and walked inside, shutting it behind him and staring at her. Besides the machines, she appeared to be sleeping peacefully. He grabbed a chair and slid it next to her bed, sitting down beside her and taking her petite hand in his. "Hey." He waited, hoping that something miraculous would happen like in the movies, but it of course did not. "I brought you your purse," he said as he gently laid the purse on the bedside table. He knew he should go, but he didn't have the heart to pry himself away from the girl. At least not until her family was with her.

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Ripples hovered in the air just behind Bay General, quickly forming into Cole and Phoebe.

"Oh, oh! She had better be okay!" Phoebe cried, as she wiggled away from Cole.

"Phoebe, wait!" Cole said, grabbing the witch by the arm. "You won't get anywhere acting hysterical like this." He pulled her into a calming hug. "You have to be strong for her."

Phoebe began to shake, her body racking with sobs. "But Cole, they said-"

"I know what they said," Cole replied firmly. "They've done their tests and we'll know soon, but right now we just have to be there for her."

Phoebe nodded.

Cole dipped his hand under her chin, bringing her face to his and with his free hand, he wiped away her free tears. "Okay, let's go." He led his wife around the building and through the automatic double doors. He asked the receptionist for information about his stepdaughter and provided her with his and Phoebe's valid IDs.

"Room three-fifteen," the receptionist replied.

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Tyler glanced at the screen which told the status of Persia's body. He raked another worried hand through his hair, while still holding Persia's hand with the other. "It'll be okay," he said softly. Suddenly he heard the door creak open and he turned around, ready to explain why he was here. But his voice caught in his throat when he saw who it was.

Cole shut the door behind Phoebe and turned to see Tyler, thinking that the young man looked strangely familiar.

Phoebe, too, gave the young man a strange look. She narrowed her eyes.

"Phoebe Halliwell?" Tyler gaped, not because he was in shock seeing the real advice columnist in person, but because he thought he'd never see that Charmed One nor her family again.

Suddenly it hit Phoebe like a ton of bricks. Her brown eyes wide in shock. "T-Tyler? Tyler Michaels?" Her hand flew to her mouth. "The Firestarter!"

TO BE CONTINUED...