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Chapter 17 One month later

"Elina!" The red haired demon bellowed. The walls of his lair shook and debris fell from the ceiling as he thrust his skeletal hands forward and summoned the female warlock.

In the blink of an eye Elina appeared. Her gorgeous emerald eyes blazed with fury at being summoned by a demon that did not share his name. It was not the done thing in the underworld. "Who summons me?" she demanded, her voice loud and strong.

"I do." The demon stepped from the shadows and revealed himself.

Elina gasped his fear and bent down, bowing before the all-powerful demon. "Forg…forgive me," she stuttered.

"You did not know who I was. Rise," the demon commanded.

The female warlock did as instructed and rose to her feet. Without saying a word, she sauntered towards the demon, stepping into the dim light.

Now it was the demon's turn to gasp. The warlock before him was beautiful. Long, luxurious red hair tumbled down her shoulders; her eyes glinted with passion and danger. Her slim body was clad in a silver cat suit, which clung to her curves. "I summoned you here for a reason Elina," he said, pulling himself from his trance.

"Yes Eef?" Elina questioned, sauntering forward and pouting her full, blood red lips.

"I need you to distract the Charmed Ones while I attack the child."

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Phoebe pushed her arms out behind her and leaned back on her hands. She closed her eyes and tilted her head towards the warm sun that shone down on Golden Gate Park, warming its inhabitants. Next to Phoebe Jason reached into the wicker picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of chilled champagne. He poured the golden liquid into two flutes.

The whole park was full of young, in love, couples doing exactly the same thing; enjoying the glorious summer's day. A woman, not muck older than Phoebe scooped up her little boy as he began to wail. She kissed his chubby cheek and rubbed a sore point on his knee, where he had obviously fallen, and muttered motherly words of comfort. Not too far away, a bunch of young men played a game of Frisbee, whooping and laughing.

"Here you go." Jason offered a glass to his girlfriend, breaking into her thoughts.

Phoebe sat up properly and gratefully excepted it. "Thank you." Phoebe sipped the drink, the exquisite liquid sliding down her throat. It was only one 0'clock in the afternoon, a little early for drinking, but Phoebe and Jason had a reason to celebrate. It was their six-month wedding anniversary, and to Phoebe it was a big deal. This was her first serious relationship since Cole.

Suddenly, an orange Frisbee flew right into the middle of their blanket. Startled, Phoebe almost dropped her champagne, but managed to steady the glass before the liquid spilled all over her. She set down the flute and retrieved the Frisbee.

"Sorry," a male voice panted, jogging over to Phoebe and Jason.

Phoebe pushed herself to her feet and smile kindly. "That's okay." As she handed the Frisbee back to its owner, her fingers brushed against the young man's.

- - - The young man screamed in terror and backed away from the slightly older woman who was advancing on him. The woman forced the man into a corner, before plunging an athame into his stomach. Her job complete, the woman blinked out. - - -

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From a few metres away the female warlock watched from behind black tinted sunglasses as the Charmed One received the vision like she had planned. She knew the Charmed One would alert her sisters, and the three of them would come to rescue the innocent and leave the baby with the whitelighter. Just as she wanted.

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"Thanks." The man's voice pulled Phoebe from the premonition. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice and turned to go back to his friends.

'I have to stop him!' Phoebe thought wildly. "Excuse me, don't I know you?"

The man turned back and studied the middle Charmed One. "I don't think so."

"I'm sure you were in my psychology class a few years back." Phoebe knew that sounded really lame, but she had to find out who he was before the warlock could attack.

A look of clarity passed across his face. "Professor Higgins?"

Phoebe smiled to herself. The power of suggestion was a beautiful thing. "That's right Phoebe said. "I'm sorry I've forgotten your name."

"It's Michael. Michael Shaw."

"Right," Phoebe said, pretending to remember. "It was nice seeing you again Michael," Phoebe said, offering no name her self.

"You too," Michael turned and jogged back to his mates.

Phoebe bent down and scooped up her bag while Jason stood up.

"Are you okay?" You kind of spaced-out for a moment there," Jason said, his blue eyes radiating concern.

"I'm fine," Phoebe reassured him. "I've got to go. I'm so sorry." Phoebe stood on tip-toes and kissed Jason.

"Why?" He asked.

"I just have something to do. Something important," Phoebe answered, felling bad for lying to her boyfriend. Well, technically it wasn't a lie. She did have something important to do.

"Oh, okay." Jason stepped back, looking deflated.

"I'm sorry," Phoebe said again before rushing off.

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"Who's the prettiest baby in the world?" Piper asked her daughter in a baby voice.

"Prue is!" Leo answered in the same tone.

Prue gurgled at her besotted parents and waved her chubby arms in the air. Her tiny face screwed up and she gave a high pitched sneeze. Her body dissolved into blue and white orbs and a second later it returned. For a moment Prue looked as if she was about to cry, but then she shrieked with laughter.

Piper lifted her baby from where she lay on the bed and placed her on her lap.

"I can't believe she's got another power," Leo said proudly.

"I know," Piper agreed. " You're such a clever baby. Aren't you sweetie?"

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The sound of Piper's and Leo's happy babbling and Prue's contented squeals drifted through from their bedroom to the bathroom. Paige perched on the edge of the bath, not daring to look at the little white stick that could change her life forever.

Tick. Tock. Paige's watch ticked, daring her to look at the test. It was time now. Tick. Tock. She still couldn't do it. Tick. Tock. She had to. Tick. Tick. What if it was positive?

Paige couldn't bear it any longer. She snatched up the pregnancy test and tore it from its cover. The little stick fell from Paige's hand, but she didn't bend to pick it up. She was too overwhelmed.

There had been two blue lines. Paige was pregnant.

Tears cascaded down her ashen cheeks, and she made no attempt to stop them. She just sat there, motionless. She couldn't believe she was pregnant.