Chapter Two

Saturday Evening

Halliwell Manor

That saturday was a rainy one, like the Friday night before it, incensing the general mood of the house, and giving the impression of nothing to do at all. Prue was out, so was Phoebe, and it was just a annoyed and slightly PMS-ing Piper with a bored Primrose, who was watching a cartoon while Piper irritatedly did something in the kitchen that involved the usage of noise. And lots of it.

Primrose rolled her eyes. Seriously. As much as she liked Piper, she couldn't help feeling like the woman had major issues with people, men in general. But Piper, she noted, rhymed with Viper, and it was best not to mess with the second sister. She had a date later in the evening, anyway.

"Home!" Prue announced in an angry voice, "I just quit my job! Apparently I strangled the supervisor with my mind and made his ink pen explode!"
There was a loud bang from the kitchen, and Piper yelled loudly something about time freezing up on her, but working positively, and calling it "freakin' weird."

"She's been a pain in the butt all afternoon," Primrose dejectly replied to Prue's unanswered question as she entered the living room. "And, no, there is nothing on the television, but someone's been murdered."

"Whacked!" Phoebe's loud and boisterious voice came from the hallway's entrance, and then a mystfied, "Hey, who brought the Ouija board down?"

"Wee what?" Primrose yelled back to Phoebe from the living room

"Ouija," Phoebe corrected as the young girl came out to see for herself. "It's used to contact the spirits of the dead and see what wisdom they hold. Wanna give it a go?" The youngest Halliwell sister asked in a daring tone to Primrose. "What you don't know won't hurt you... hey is, there something on the back?" This got Piper's attention, and she came out to see what it was.

Primrose turned it over.

To my girls,
Lots of love, and remember,
the power of four is strong to the core.

Mom

"Power of four?" Piper repeated in a mystfied tone. "What could that mean?"

"Let's ask the Ouija board," Phoebe excitedly suggested. "Maybe it could help us," She said, almost shaking with excitement. "I've heard of people it's helped before."

There was a shared look between the four of them.

"I'll take the notes," Primrose said, as she grabbed a piece of paper and pen from the kitchen, and sat down at the table with all of them. "My handwriting is easy to read, believe me," she protested, but Piper took the paper and pen and placed the younger girl's hand on the Oujia pointer along with Phoebe's and Prue's and asked, "What is the power of Four?"

P-A-I-G-E M-A-T-T-H-E-W-S

"Paige Matthews?" Primrose said, irked somewhat. "I thought it was a thing, not a person."

"Maybe this person knows what the power of four is?" Prue suggested out loud and shrugged.

"It's moving again," Phoebe said nervously, and all eyes were directed to the board.

I-S P-R-I-M-R-O-S-E-S M-O-T-H-E-R

"Paige Matthews is Primrose's mother," Piper said outloud. "Guess you were adopted, Mia," she said, using a name that Primrose detested, clearly seen by the look of disgust on her face.

"Again, please direct eyes to board, it's moving again." Primrose piped up as she hid her disgustfor the usage of "Mia", and their eyes became glued to the board once more.

1-2-4-7 A-N-D-R-E-W-S S-T-R-E-E-T

T-W-E-L-V-E O-C-L-O-C-K

S-U-N-D-A-Y

It stopped, and the four of them were left there in shock.

"I am calling off my date," Piper said as she picked up her cellphone. "This is too important, and besides, this girl could be in trouble. Yes, Jeremy? Sorry, can't make it tonight, family emergency. Let's reschedule, okay?" she put the phone down and added,

"So... Paige Matthews is going to be at this place tomorrow, according to the Oujia board?"

"Yes, she is," Phoebe said, while Prue tried to calm down a almost in shock Primrose.

"But," Primrose said quietly, "My mother said she had me, what happened?"Thenshe looked over to Piper, and added,

"Call me "Mia" againand you'll die. Seriously. I hate that stupid name."

"I was only joking!" Piper protested, holding her arms in the air.

"I don't like the name. If you're going to nickname me, call me Rose or Mim, but not Mia, alright? If you don't call me that, I won't call you Piper The Viper like I have been doing behind your back all evening." Primrose folded her arms and tilted her head, and looked at Piper, who rolled her eyes and nodded.

Almost Six Years Previously

"Miss Matthews, it's a girl, and it's time to sign the papers. Are you ready?" The female doctor asked the young teenage girl warmly, who was in tears and clutching the little blanket that covered the beds in the maternity ward.

"I'll never see it again?" She asked, her eyes almost drowning in tears.

"No, Miss Matthews. She'll be out of your life completely. You'll have a normal rest of your life when you can choose to have children, and not like a horrible mistake."

Quietly, the frail girl handed the dark haired baby over to the sympathetic doctor. "It'll all be fine in the end Paige," she added as the teenager began a fresh round of sobbing. "It all will." Waiting outside was another doctor, but a male, holding an also dark haired baby girl. But he wasn't a doctor. Or at least, he wasn't now. But he had been, in another life.

"Make sure Abby thinks this one's hers, Wyatt," the doctor whispered quietly as they switched babies. "We can't have this one going off track like her mother, I really do sense a potential in this one. I have to wonder who the father was. Abby's child is Paige's child,and Paige's child is Abby's child, Primrose. " She paused and sighed, then added, "I wish I didn't have to do this. Abby's unstable as it is, and her husband's pushed her over the edge far too many times. But still... this child needs to be reunited with her mother... someday."

Clarification: Primrose was switched at birth with Abby's real child.