A/N: I don't really have time to do reviews for this chapter, so I'm sorry, but I'll have to catch up next chapter. This chapter is the phrase, "I've been itching to do that".

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 38: I've Been Witching To Do That

Opening the bag that contained the final ingredient for their potion, Phoebe placed a pinch of dragon's scale into an already bubbling pot. She stepped back as a loud pop sounded in the kitchen and then a plume of yellow smoke jutted from the pot. The witch grabbed a baster and sucked some of the searing liquid into the tube, before re-depositing into a small vial, and capping it off with a small brown cork. "All done."

"Time to go off a demon," Piper said as she led Phoebe out of the kitchen.

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Persia tapped her fingers on the cover of the Book of Shadows, staring icily at the demon that was being confined inside the crystal cage. This demon had almost killed her, if it hadn't been for her best friend, it would have. "What did you want with that girl?" She asked, moving daringly to the crystal cage. She jumped back as the demon lunged forward, smacking into the force field and being shoved into the other side of the field by an electric current. But before she could ask again, her mother and two of her aunts burst through the door.

"Got the vanquishing potion," Phoebe said proudly as she held up the vial of liquid. She handed the vial to her eldest. "Care to do the honors?"

"It'd be a pleasure," the electrokinetic replied as she raised the vial above her head. "Aunt Prue?"

"Oh, right," Prue said as she squinted her eyes and moved one of the crystals out of place.

Persia then smashed the vial down in front of the demon. Dark yellow smoke, the color of mustard, clouded the demon and caused it to scream in pain before exploding into a fiery finish. She witch waved her hand, clearing the remaining smoke from her face. "Did you find out what it wanted?"

"Nope, but another demon tried to attack our innocent," Phoebe stated as she walked over to the Book's pedestal and began to turn it's yellowed pages. "He ended up hitting Prue with some sort of silvery beam."

"Are you hurt?" Persia asked with concern.

Prue shook her head. "Nothing feels wrong."

"Well, it had to of been for something. Demons don't just put on light displays for us," Piper commented.

"Wait, this is the guy," the clairvoyant said.

Piper walked over to her younger sister. "'Prada, The Deliverer.'"

"Like the bag?" Prue asked.

"He don't look like no designer bag I've ever seen," Piper snorted.

"It says that he delivers magical destinies from one being who is passing on to the next generation."

"Like a magical mailman?"

"Hmm, I wonder if he's always late too?" Prue grumbled.

"So if he was delivering a magical destiny, then that means it was meant for our innocent and Prue intercepted it?"

"Wonderful!" Prue exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air.

"Then why did I get that premonition where he was harming her?" Phoebe wondered aloud.

"What exactly happened in your vision, Pheebs?" Piper asked.

"The guy was in the Manor, he walked over to my innocent, and shot some type of silvery beam into her stomach. Then Prue walked in and threw him across the room."

Persia rubbed her chin. "So the beam would be his delivery right? Which you say Aunt Prue got instead, yes?"

The sisters nodded in agreement.

"So that isn't meant to hurt, right?"

Again, the Charmed Ones mumbled in agreement.

"So maybe you got the premonition in order to stop Prue from hurting him? Maybe your innocent wasn't your innocent in that vision, maybe this mail dude was the innocent?"

Prue, Piper, and Phoebe exchanged worried looks. "Uh oh.."

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"This is so cool!" Phiona Wyatt grinned excitedly as she hovered next to one of the ovens, waiting for her brownies to finish cooking.

"How exactly is that a power advancement?" Chase asked. "It's not like your power is any stronger."

"Yes it is!" Phiona exclaimed. She held out her hands. "My enemies can see my power coming out them if my telekinetic orbs shoot from my hands. But now that I can make telekinetic orb energy appear anywhere, I have the element of surprise!" Her cheeks were rosy with anticipation. "I can't wait to tell mom and dad and Pearl and everybody!"

A binging noise interrupted the duo and Chase pointed to the oven. "You might want to get those out before you get too ahead of yourself."

Phiona bobbed her head. "Right!" She slipped a pair of oversized oven mitts on her hands and grabbed the handle of the oven, pulling it down and grabbing the tray of perfect brownies. "I think we did a pretty good job," she said as she shut the oven door and laid the brownies on a cooling rack.

Chase slapped an arm around his new friend's shoulders. "I'd say you're right."

"Ya know, Chase, you're a pretty good cook for a guy. Where'd you learn it from?"

Chase grinned impishly. "I've always had a bit of a fetish for the creative arts."

"Which is your favorite?" The Blessed One asked.

"What do you think?" Chase asked, flicking his green gaze to the brownies.

"I think I like your style."

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"Mom, I'm going out!" Tyler yelled, as she headed for the front door.

"But you haven't even eaten yet!" Tyler's adoptive mother protested, chasing him towards the door.

"Not hungry, sorry ma."

The small woman placed her hands around her delicate waist. "Now you just wait one minute." She glanced down at her watch. "Have you finished your homework?"

"Yes."

"Then where do you think you're going?"

"Over to Paige Matthews' house."

"Why?"

"Persia's over there."

The woman squinted her eyes. "Don't you think you've spent enough time with that girl?"

"What's wrong with her, mom?"

The petite woman brushed her hands together. "You're twisting my words, Tyler. I never said anything was wrong with her, all I'm saying is that you seem to be spending all your time with this girl. What happened to your other friends?"

"I just want to make sure she's okay, that's all!" Tyler snapped, feeling bad about it instantly. "And anyway, I felt something at the Manor when I was over there, so I needed to pick it up."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"What did you leave over there?"

Tyler bit his lip. "My-my Chem book!" He replied. "I need it for tomorrow." He felt horrible for lying to the woman, but he could tell that she didn't want him going over otherwise.

"Well, okay," the woman relented. "But be home soon. I want you back before dusk."

"Okay mom, thanks," Tyler said before jetting out the door.

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"So how do we contact this guy, in order to find out what his 'package' was? Or is?" Persia asked, looking at the Book.

"There doesn't seem to be asummoning spell," Piper said as she peered over her niece while balancing Prissandra on her hip.

"Should we make one?" Phoebe asked, looking to Prue.

"Make what?" Andy asked, walking into the attic with his daughter.

"A summoning spell for the mailman."

"Why would we want to summon the mailman?"

"She means The Deliverer, he's like a magical mailman," Prue corrected.

"And why do we want to summon him?" Andy asked.

"'Cause mommy got blasteded wif a beam," Pandora chirped.

"Something attacked you?"

"Nothing serious."

"Yeah, she only snagged someone else's destiny!" Piper retorted.

"What?" Andy face registered a mixture of bewilderment and worry.

"Don't worry, we'll get this sorted out, we always do," Prue said serenely.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sister?" Phoebe asked, staring accusingly at Prue.

"What? Can't I just have faith in us working this out without someone thinking I'm nuts?"

"No." Phoebe and Piper chimed.

"Doorbell!" Pandora grinned.

"I don't hear a-" Phoebe's voice cut off as the sound of the doorbell rang in her ears. "Are her powers growing?"

"Yesterday she sensed when a 'bad man' was on the other end of the telephone, it turned out to be a telemarketer," Andy replied.

"Fire!" Pandora informed, pointing to the floor.

"Fire?"

"Tyler!" Persia exploded, running past Andy and out the door.

"What is she talking about?"

"I think Tyler might be at the door," Phoebe explained. "The Firestarter?" She asked, looking at her niece.

Pandora grinned, nodding her head dramatically.

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Persia swung open the door to find Tyler waiting on the other side. "Tyler!" She grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him inside. "What're you doing here?"

"I came to see your aunts."

"Why?"

"Yes, why?" Piper asked, strolling down the stairs behind Phoebe and before Prue.

The Firestarter cleared his throat. "Because," he began, "I want my powers back."

TO BE CONTINUED...