Hey guys! I'm finally back from camp! It was awesome, but enough about that. Here's some more Immersed Emotions, fresh from the press.

Laur- Hehehe I know your name now. Oh sorry, didn't mean to be creepy. I'm so glad you like this story, especially cause I enjoy writing it ;-) The reason Prue and Paige are in it at the same time is simple, Prue never died. And sadly they don't have their powers in this fiction. I find it hard to incorporate them in this kind of story. Right now the story that has their powers is Rehabilitation. So anyways, yep that's it, thanks for reviewing.

Who-Will-Change-The-World- I'm so glad you really like this story. I can only hope that it continues to please you.

Piperfairy- Hmmm… I think so… Although I sense some denial on someone's part. I won't say who though ;-)

Alright dudes, thanks for reading and reviewing, me and Totem appreciate that, it makes us happy, and happy people are more prone to write cool stuff, so thanks, the reason this story may be good, is cause of you. Woot. But don't ever stop lol. I'm subtle. Well anyways, I'm sure you don't want to be reading this chat, here's the story.

She just wanted to run away somewhere. She wanted a getaway of some kind. Was that too hard a demand? Evidently it was. Paige was slumped down on the table of the kitchen, holding a half finished beer. She wasn't even happy with a beer. What she really wanted to do was go to a bar and drink G&T's all night long, and the only thing that stopped her was the fear of a bad hangover, and of course, her sisters. They would never agree to letting her out to a bar. She felt so restricted.

It wasn't just the case that was bothering her… It was Kyle. She had been thinking about him, even when she tried her hardest not to, he always seemed to pop into her mind. Paige was trying so hard to deny it, but it was obvious that she had developed some feelings for him. And that was what she had been fighting against. She couldn't… No she wouldn't give into her emotions for him, or her hormones for that matter. She took a swig of some more beer, and felt it burn in her throat as it went down. Maybe she had, had enough beer. After all, she was nearing more than three bottles.

To a normal person, maybe, this wouldn't have affected them as much. They could just shrug it off and say, 'its just work', but Paige's emotions were on the edge. She knew herself that with this much overload, she was on the edge of a breakdown.

"God," She said aloud, "Where the hell do they keep the real booze around this place?" Paige had only been living at her sister's house for three years. She hadn't even known that they existed, until she went looking for her real parents. Already, she knew her sisters pretty well, but not well enough to know where they hid the alcohol. She couldn't help but think it was a plot set against her, because her sisters had heard the stories of her party days. Hearing that almost every night Paige used to come home with some guy carrying her, probably was conducive to the fact that her sisters worried about her so much.

She went upstairs, giving up her search for booze. She went to her room, and collapsed on her bed. Her body needed sleep.

Paige was woken up by a sick feeling stirring in her stomach. She forced herself out of bed, using her night table as support. "Oh my god." She said shortly, and rushed to the bathroom, barely able to run. Thankfully, she got there in time, as she spewed the remains of last night's 'round' of drinks in the toilet. She let her knees give out beneath her, so that she was leaning pitifully on the porcelain of the toilet. Paige couldn't even think enough to scold herself for drinking. She felt another lurch in her stomach, and threw up again.

Tears stung at the ends of her eyes, as she tried to get up and miserably failed. Sobbing, she leaned against the edge of the toilet, and flushed it, watching the contents go down. She felt absolutely horrible, and there was no fixing this now. Once Paige had a hangover, there was virtually nothing she could do to fix it.

"Paige?" Paige closed her eyes at the sound of the voice. Her head felt like it was splitting in half. "Paige?" The voice came closer, and was therefore louder.

"Stop." Paige rasped, "Don't talk." She coughed a few times, and slumped further down to the bathroom floor.

This time the voice whispered. Paige could see Prue's dark hair in a blur, and reached up for her. Prue gently glided a cool hand over her face, making her feel a tiny bit better. Prue bent down next to her sister and whispered, "I'm gonna try to help you up, okay? You have to try really hard." Paige nodded, feeling like a little kid. Prue put her arm under Paige's to support her, and gently lifted her up. Paige groaned in pain, she put all of her body weight on Prue, because she couldn't walk on her own, her muscles were so sore.

Prue led her sister to the bed, and helped her down. Paige couldn't stop sobbing. "Alright sweetie, I'm just gonna cleanup the bathroom, and I'll be right there." Paige nodded again, and felt her head heavily crash into some pillows. Prue came back after a few minutes, "Wow, you're worse than Piper, and she's got morning sickness."

"Don't remind me." Paige tried to speak, but her sobs broke what she was going to say.

"God, I'll never forgive myself for offering you that beer. I didn't know you'd react this badly." Prue was off, walking around Paige's room, putting a cool cloth on her forehead. Before Paige knew it, her whole family was in the room.

"Leo, you know it's too bad you can't heal hangovers." Phoebe said, looking sympathetically at her little sister. She too was once an extreme party girl, and she knew what bad hangovers felt like.

"I know, and I've tried it. On you." He rolled his eyes, "Unfortunately, it doesn't work."

"Work…" Paige mumbled.

"Oh no," Piper said in her motherly voice. "There is no way you're going to work today, missy Paige."

"But…" Paige protested, and then stopped. "Okay."

"See, this is what I mean. You really are sick. You didn't protest like a million times." Piper covered Paige with an old blanket.

"Let me get some aspirin for you." Prue patted Paige softly on the shoulder, "Don't worry sis, you'll be feeling okay soon."

"I'll make some of my special hangover healer." Phoebe said, and left to make the concoction.

"And I… I'm gonna- whoa, go to the bathroom." Piper rushed out of the room, quickly.

"Sweetie, do you need help?" Leo asked her.

"Nope." Piper yelled back from the bathroom. She sounded a bit unsure, though. "Help Paige." She yelled, and then slammed the bathroom door a little too forcefully behind her.

"Call work?" She weakly asked Leo, trying to lift her head up.

Leo gave his sister-in-law a little smile, "What's the number?"

"Uhh," She whispered, holding a hand to her head, "415-7139-6183"

"Right," Leo said dialing the number. Paige could here the sounds of the rings very clear, and her head started pulsing. "Hello is this South Bay Social Services?" Leo paused, listening to what the person on the other line had to say. "Oh yes, my sister-in-law, Paige is sick. Oh right, her last name, Matthews." He nodded on the phone, while Paige closed her eyes, pretending not to listen. "Yes, she is working on a case at this time. What case? Um, I don't know…" He looked toward Paige for help.

"The Parks case." She said tiredly.

"Oh, thanks," He whispered to Paige, and said into the phone, "The Parks case. Yes. Oh okay? And what's his number? Let me just get a pad of paper." Leo leaned over and grabbed a note pad and a pen from the night table. "415 803, uh huh, 9747? Okay, great. I'll call there."

Paige looked at Leo quizzically, as if to say, did I give you the wrong number?

"Oh," Leo says, "I have to call your partner to confirm. A Kyle Brody?"

Paige shook her head frantically, although it hurt a lot to. "Don't." She said.

"Why not? Paige, I have to."

"What's this?" Prue asked, coming into the room, and handing Paige some aspirin and a bottle of water. Paige took it, and gagged. "Slowly," Prue advised.

"For some reason Paige doesn't want me to call her associate at work."

"Then don't." Prue said, sitting on her sister's bed, stroking her hair.

"I kinda have to." Leo looked guilty, "To confirm with him that she's sick. Apparently it's important to tell him."

"Here, what's the phone number? I'll do it for you." Prue grabbed the note pad from Leo, and dialed the numbers. The dial tone noise made Paige want to vomit. Paige shook her head again. "Hi, this is Prue Halliwell, Paige Matthew's sister. Yeah. Yeah, um, she's sick. With what? Oh uh…" Paige gave Prue a warning look. "Yeah, a fever. Yep, I agree, too much stress. Well, it was nice talking to you Mr. Brody." She turned to Paige, "He says to feel better, and to get a lot of rest. And oh yeah, to not worry about the case, because he'll be fine on his own, and he'll manage until you get back." She paused, looking at Paige, "So who is this guy? He seems really sweet-

Piper interrupted, yelling from the bathroom, "Leo! Leo! I need you!"

Leo ran to the bathroom, saying, "Honey, you okay?"

Prue gave Paige a little 'yikes' face. Paige did her best to shrug. "So… The guy…" Paige shrugged again. "Come on," Prue whined, "If you can't talk, please write it."

Paige rolled her eyes, "H-he's just a colleague."

"Well he sure seemed to care a lot. Now I don't know if it was just the business I was in, but at Bucklands, none of the colleagues were that great, unless they thought you were hot, or they wanted something from you."

"It was just your business." Paige mumbled.

"We talking about guys?" Phoebe asked cheerfully, putting a class of reddish brown liquid next to Paige.

"Are you sure Paige is not going to puke some more if she drinks this?" Prue asked, wrinkling her nose.

Phoebe gave Prue her best glare, "No she is not. I swear this stuff works."

"If I can keep it down," Paige said, disgusted by the smell.

"Yeah Pheebs, what's in this stuff?"

"My secret ingredients now drink up." Prue helped Paige up, while Phoebe helped her drink the disgusting cocktail.

"Oh god…" Paige said, once she swallowed almost half of it.

"You're almost done." Phoebe coached.

"If I drink anymore of this…" She finally finished it, and collapsed back into the pillows, "That was awful."

"Well at least you can talk," Prue pointed out.

"My head still hurts."

"Hey," Phoebe said, "Give it time." She turned to Prue, "So what about guys?"

Her sister's finally left her alone, once she had convinced them, nothing was up with this 'guy', although she couldn't convince herself the same. Paige didn't actually think they were fully convinced, but it turned out that Leo wasn't really used to holding back Piper's hair while she got sick, and Phoebe and Prue somehow were. She yawned, her head still pounding, and her bone still felt like they were glued together with rust, but still she was tired. She fell asleep almost right away.

"Paige! Paige wake up!" Paige's eyes blurred, but she could still see Phoebe looking a bit guilty that she woke Paige up, but excited never the less.

"Wha-

"Someone's here for you." She said, obviously trying to be mysterious, but miserably failing.

"Who?"

"You'll see." She said, while Paige continued to frown.

Someone came in the room with flowers. It was Kyle. "Hey Paige."

"Uh… Hey Kyle?"

Awww isn't he sweet? And hot... Yummy?

Well tbc, hope you enjoyed.