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Chapter Five:

They arrived at the house a few moments later after leaving the building, and as they were pulling up to the driveway, Prue motioned Paige to get out and wait in the living room. "Too much of a shock for Primrose to see you, I suppose," she suggested, as Phoebe stepped out, carrying the girl up the steps and up to a bedroom.

"She can deal with you later, but right now, we have to tell you what's going on," Piper quietly announced. "And keep in mind," she said as she came back into the living room, "We're new to all this too," she added as she sat down in the living room, waiting for Phoebe (who had a bagful of what appeared to be books), and then closing the door as she came back down, then locking it.

"If Primrose wakes up, we don't want her to hear this. Yet." Prue said, her voice low. "Have what we need, Pheebes?"

"Yes, and I'm surprised they were still where I left them, " she replied, as she spilled the bag out onto the coffee table."Seeing as how people tend to take things and not put them back," she commented, while glancing at Piper, who rolled her eyes and hissed, but stopped after a death glare by Prue who sharply said,

"Start reading before you tear each other to threads."

"Okay. Patty Halliwell's- she was ourmother, by the way-diary,August 2nd, 1977. I gave birth today, it was a girl.Left girl to nun and asked her to name her a 'P' name. Isn't that the year you were born, Paige?"

Paige looked mildly disturbed by this. "So what? How do you know it was me that your mother gave up? It could have been anybody."

"That's not all," Phoebe interupted. " This is from Grams' diary... May 25th, 1996. Paige graduated today. I'm so proud that she made it. Seems like it to me, Paige."

"Maybe," Paige said, still hardly convinced that she was connected to this people.

"Wait for it," Phoebe added eagerly, "I found youradoption papers in my mother's bedroom last night before I went to bed." She held up the papers on which Paige's name could be seen. "How she got them is beyond me, but I'm not questioning this."

"Okay," Paige begrudgingly accepted. "I'm your sister. What do you need to tell me?"

Prue raised an eyebrow and took the thickest book off of the table.

"And when four women of my lineage are joined as one, the world shalt not perish under Evil's grasp. They shall be endowed with the ability to freeze time, the ability to move objects without lifting a finger, the ability to see beyond, and the ability to heal wounds. I make this prediction in the years of 1690, and I say it will take two hundred and eight years to pass, and my name is Melinda Warren. That's 1998, this year. And I think abilities could estimate to be powers, which leads me to believe we're witches. Good witches, Paige, don't give me that look," she added, looking at her horrified glance.

"Sorry," Paige mumbled quietly, looking at the floor. " I was always lead to believe that all witches were evil..."

"Melinda Warren wasn't. Apparently she was a well known healer in her village until someone took her in," Phoebe observed from a book in her hands. "She was about 22 when she was burned at the stake, and she had a daughter, but her name's not mentioned here. Also, she had a sister who stayed in England, but there's not much about her here either, just a 'bloody Elizabeth' every now and then."

"We're not idiots, Prue, we allknow it's 1998. And besides, we're Halliwell, not Warren." Piper replied as she rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"That's beyond the point, Piper, and also,there was probablysomeone along the lines whochanged it to Halliwell. But wait, there's more: Three children will be born of these women in the years 1992,1998, 1999 and 2000: A girl, born to the youngest, and abandoned but returned to her family; a boy to the second eldest... I cannot see his future; a girl to the eldest, and she appears to to be the future of the family, and finally, a boy to the third eldest, whose future looks dark as his mother's hair. My girls will carry this family, the boys will fail."

"So... someone's gonna get pregnant this year? " Piper timidly responded, knowing the awful truth that was about to hit her with force.

"You, Piper," Phoebe shakingly said as she looked up to her sister. "You're the second eldest, dummy."

"Should we get a pregnancy test or something?" Prue added softly, putting her arm around her sister comfortingly. "It can go awhile without being detected, can't it?"

"No need," Piper said, starting to bawl. "I took one seven months ago, and it said I was pregnant after that date with that guy! I'm sorry I never told you how much of a slut I am after doing it on the fourth date! I'd only known him for four months and I... god! You couldn't tell because I've only started showing in the past month or so, and I imagine you all thought I was FAT!"

"Shit... you mean Jeremy, that guy I set you up with?" Phoebe said, ashamed as her sister nodded. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be," she sniffled quietly. "I'm still going out with him, remember? I was supposed to see him Saturday. Guess I'll have to call him, won't I? Damn."

"And then... It's me. Huh. A girl?" Prue remarked quietly as Piper left the room.

"Future of the family, sounds like you to me," Phoebe quipped as she followed a bawling Piper to the phone. "And hell, I didn't know my hair was dark, I always thought it was blonde."

"Blondish-brown?" Paige suggested as she left the room. "Meaning it could go either way."

"Eternal optimist, aren't you?" Prue said as she rolled her eyes at Paige, who shrugged.

"Hey, we're screwed or we're more screwed. Looking at it lightly might help."