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"My baby… oh God… my baby." Paisley muttered, hugging herself and rocking back and forth.

"Paisley. Paisley, look at me. I will get our daughter back. I promise you, I will get her back." Ryan held her cheeks in his hands, and made the promise as he looked deep into her tear-filled brown eyes. Paisley sniffed, and nodded, not really believing him, but knowing that he needed to see it.

"Pais…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. We should have told you about this before. We just…I thought you had longer before she was born. If I'd known…" Chris' voice trailed off.

"Its okay, Chris. It's not your fault. I think the demon is the one that made me have her so fast. It was so strange. One second I was sleeping, and the next, I was in hard labor, already pushing her out. It wasn't normal."

"Honey, sometimes labor can just come on fast, you know. It doesn't necessarily mean it was demonic." Phoebe murmured softly, smoothing Paisley's hair as she sat down next to her.

"Mom, this wasn't just a fast labor. I went from no contractions, just a headache, to pushing! That doesn't happen. C'mon, the entire process took like 2 minutes! It was a demon. I'm sure of it!" she argued.

Chris stood suddenly. "Book of Shadows!" he called as the large tome appeared in his hands. Quickly, he telekinetically flipped the pages, looking for a page he'd seen several times, but always overlooked.

"Demon of Chaos. This invisible demon lurks in secret while feeding on insecurities. He hides until his minions have created enough havoc in the world to leave the most vulnerable witches alone, and then attacks. This demon works closely with the Trefidor demons, preying mostly on pregnant women so that their children can be turned evil and trained as members of their army." Chris looked up after reading the entry aloud. He turned the book around so that the family could look at the picture.

"It sounds right, but Chris, there wasn't any demon here. At least, not one that I could see." Paisley pointed out miserably.

Chris and Wyatt exchanged a look. Wyatt grabbed the paper that Phoebe had left on the table, and quickly scratched out a spell of his own.

"By the Goddess of Moon & Light,

Let us see what is beyond our sight."

Piper gasped as the demon that had sent Paisley into labor was revealed next to her. The demon started to shimmer away, but Piper froze him with a quick potion of her hands. "Paige, quick, we need a cage so we can question him."

"I can't! We've still got that brat, Mark, in the cage." Paige called out frustrated.

"Let him go. We'll catch up to the little punk later." Wyatt's voice was dark and ominous as he watched the Demon of Chaos start to break free of Piper's freeze. He added a freeze of his own to reinforce the strength of Piper's.

"Damn it! Alright. Crystals!" Paige grumbled as she released Mark from his cage in the attic, and scattered them around the demon just as he broke free from the combination of Wyatt and Piper's freezes.

The demon screamed as the bars on the cage burned his hands when he grabbed hold of them.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. That hurts like hell. Where's my cousin?" Phyra yelled angrily.

"I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." The demon lifted his soulless black eyes to meet Paisley's. "You'll never see her again. You may as well just forget about her."

"Halliwell's don't forget; especially when it comes to taking care of one of our own." Wyatt answered coldly.

The demon cackled in laughter. "Really, tell that to Patrick, it was, right? The one that you sacrificed for the greater good?"

"Don't you ever talk about my brother that way!" Paisley screamed, as she stood up. "Wyatt and Chris have nothing to be guilty about, they didn't forget. Patrick took matters into his own hands, and he did exactly what Wy just said. He didn't forget about them, he protected them at the steepest cost possible. We'll get my baby back. And when we do, you'd better disappear, because I'm coming for you, and when I do, you'll have no escape." Her anger was visible and the tendons in her neck were sticking out from tension.

"I'm so afraid of a witch whose only active power is levitation. Exactly what are you going to do to me? Fly me to the moon?"

Paisley smiled, a cold twisted parody of her normally sunny grin. "You really want to know? Do you really?" her voice was harsh and barely above a whisper.

"Face it, Paisley. You have no powers that can hurt me. The only way you'll ever get revenge on me is by using your two cousins over there. Even the Power of Three isn't strong enough to hurt me." The demon taunted.

"Oh really? Then you won't be affected at all by this, then right?

Halliwell powers through the air,

Attack this beast without a care.

Find the child, put her to my breast,

So that the future children may be at rest."

Paisley watched with a grin on her face as elder bolts, energy balls, fire balls, water balls, and orb explosions blasted the demon simultaneously. The demon screamed in pain as the combined reaction of all the powers at once hit him, leaving a huge bloody hole in his body.

"Tell me where my daughter is. Then maybe I'll let Chris or Wyatt kill you quickly. Otherwise, you can die slowly and painfully. I'll be the 'powerless' witch watching my handiwork with a bowl of God damn popcorn."

"I don't.."

"TELL ME WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS!" She screamed in rage. She reached into the cage, and stuck her hand inside the demons' bloody wound, sending his body into spasms of pain.

"I don't know where she is. They take them away. I don't know where."

"Who takes them? The Trefidor demons?" She demanded angrily.

"Yes. They make…magical armies. Only use the most powerful babies." The demon gasped out.

Chris started to speak, and was cut off by Paisley's harsh demand. "How do you contact them if you don't know where they are?"

"The Seer. She tells me whose child they want. I arrange the…transaction."

"TRANSACTION! You STOLE my baby. You literally arranged for them to steal her from my body. I didn't even get to hold her! Tell me how to get her back. NOW!" she screamed, reaching for the demon again.

"NO! No, stop, please. I don't know how to get her back. I don't know. Please, heal me. I know you can. If you do, I'll arrange a meeting with them." The demon begged.

"No." Chris stated coldly. "You've done all you need to. Thanks for the information." He raised his hands and shot two sets of elder bolts directly into the demon, vanquishing him without another word.

"CHRIS! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO? He was going to help us! He was going to arrange for me to gether back!" Paisley hit Chris as she started to cry.

"Shh, shh, Pais, he wasn't going to help us. He just wanted to get free so that he could do it again. He'd already told us everything he was going to. It was enough." Chris gathered her into his arms, hugging her close.

"We still don't know where she is, Chris. They could be torturing her right now, maybe even killing her." Ryan stated his worst fear glumly.

"They won't kill her. They need her, and her powers to add to their army. She's going to be okay. Listen, I've got a plan. I think I know how to get her back. I'll be right back. I have to go to Magic School for a minute." Chris nodded and orbed away.

"Holy Cow, Pais. That, uh...that was some interrogation." Wyatt said, looping an arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

"He pissed me off, Wy!" She defended.

"Hey, I thought that it was awesome, Pais, don't get me wrong. I just never knew you had it in you, that's all."

"Neither did I, but then again, no one has ever stolen my baby before either." She answered bitterly.

"It happens, Paisley. It happens to almost all magical moms. It's not something we like to advertise to you kids, but every one of you was kidnapped, lost or stolen from us at one point or another when you were babies. And we all kind of lose it until our baby is back safe in our arms." Paige smiled at her niece gently.

"We were all kidnapped? Every one of us?" Paisley asked, shocked.

Paige and her sisters shared a look of grim amusement. "Yeah, honey. All of you were taken from us one way or another at least once. Wyatt was taken a few times actually." Phoebe answered.

"See, Halliwells are highly prized magical beings. If a demon can turn a Halliwell baby evil, then that is a huge boost to the demonic world. But Paisley, even if your baby gets turned evil, we can change her back. We've done it a bunch of times. Wyatt was turned when he was 2, and Leo figured out how to change him back. Chris was evil for a few days when he was 6, and we finally hit him with a potion that changed him back too. You were evil for a few hours too, Pais. That time your cousins changed you back before we even knew about it. Patience and Patrick were turned evil at the same time by a Frenji demon who tried to take their souls after. But they turned themselves back when their souls rejected the black magic. Peyton was evil at 3 days old. She was stolen from the nursery at the hospital by a demon posing as a doctor. We needed the Power of Three to change her back. Actually, Phy was the only one who hadn't been evil until earlier. We always fix it, Paisley. We aren't about to let our perfect record be ruined with your baby." Piper hugged her and Wyatt together, not bothering to pull Paisley out of his arms.

"Phiona. Her name is Phiona. We have to stop calling her baby. Her name is Phiona Angelyn." Paisley insisted quietly.

"Fair Angel… I love it, sweetie." Ryan answered, recalling the meanings from the mountains of baby books they'd perused together searching for the perfect name.

They looked up as orbs sounded. Instead of Chris, as he had expected, Wyatt stared into the face of the demon of Chaos. Wyatt threw his hands up, blasting the demon. "How the hell is he still alive?" he yelled, watching in disbelief as orbs reformed from the bits of exploded demon.

"Because, bro. This is an extra special glamour. I'm going to go undercover, get the baby back, and shut down the Trefidor demon operation." The demon encased himself in gold lights, revealing Chris' smirking face.

"Chris! Damn you! I could have killed you!" Wyatt exploded.

"Nah. Your powers won't kill me. But still, they hurt like hell. Wanna watch the exploding on impact. I mean, I ORBED! Orbs mean good magic." Chris griped.

"Alright, alright. So what can I do? What's my part of the plan?" Wyatt waited expectantly.

"You don't have one. I'm going in alone, Wy. I'll call you if I need you, but don't worry. I have a plan B if this doesn't work." He pulled the glamour back on.

"What's plan B?" Wyatt had a feeling he wasn't going to like this very much.

"Self sacrifice. I'll remove the glamour, and get her back or die trying." Chris disappeared in a shower of orbs as the announcement rang through the air. Wyatt reached out to grab his brother's orb to stop him, but he was too late, and looked on helplessly as Chris set out to save the family. Again.