Chapter Three
P3
When they arrived at P3 there was a tall slender black man in a police uniform stood near his car. When Piper pulled into her spot Darryl walked toward them. Darryl is an inspector at the San Francisco Police Department. He had saved Prue, Piper and Phoebe's secret often in instances relating to the sisters and their demonic stalkers. "People. We've got a
problem." Darryl began "Well, hello to you too." Phoebe remarked. "Phoebe's this is no laughing matter. A serial killer has been killing witches for the past two months. We caught
her and found a hit list." "Her?" Piper asked shocked. "Yhea." Darryl went on. "You, people are on that list!" "Some hits list? Why would someone want your people dead?" DJ
interrupted. "They're, witches and." Darryl stopped and looked at DJ."Who are you?" "That's DJ our baby sister." Piper answered. "Wait, you people have another sister? I thought
there were only three of you." Darryl questioned. "There are four of us." Phoebe answered him. Darryl with a shocked expression on his face went on. "Is she? A witch too?" Piper
and Phoebe shrugged. DJ looked at her sisters questioningly. "Am, I a witch?" she asked. "You probably are kiddo." Piper answered. "Does that mean that chic is gonna kill me
too?" DJ asked wincing. "Were not going to let that happen!" Piper snapped. DJ nodded her head and Darryl went on. "Here is her picture." Darryl handed the picture to Piper. "Do
you recognize her?" He asked. DJ looked at the picture over Piper's shoulder. "That's Jessica!" DJ shouted. "That was my ear." "Sorry." "Who did you say this was?" Phoebe asked
trying to move things along. DJ answered her "That's Jessica Mathes. She went to school with me in New York. She never liked me. She was continuously trying to get me trouble,
but the teachers never fell for it cause I was always a good kid. Then she stuffed me in a locker. Thanks to hangin' with Kevin I can jimmy out of anything. When I finely got out, I
went straight to Mrs. Flores and Mathes got suspended. They poed her mom. So much so, she got me suspended too, dad didn't know. He was never home." "Let me get this
straight this girl's mother got you suspended?" Phoebe asked trying to piece it together. "Yhea. Oh, Jessica always wore a pentagram." DJ looked toward the picture. "See looks
there. It is." DJ said pointing. "Lea's here let's go inside and talk." Piper suggested. DJ looked toward the person Piper had been talking about. "That's Jessica's mom!" DJ said
suddenly. "Are you sure?" Piper asked. "Yhea, that's her." DJ insisted. "Let's go on inside and talk." Piper repeated heading toward the door. DJ hesitated "What if she recognizes
me. Or says something to me." "Then say Hi" Piper said over her shoulder annoyed that she and her sisters never seemed to catch a break. They headed inside. DJ looked around.
"There is no one here. She came in. We saw her. She." "DJ chill, she probably went out to take out the trash." Piper said trying to convince herself as much as she was DJ. Just then
they heard the back door creak open. DJ swallowed hard. "Is this what it's like? Not knowing what's going to happen. Not knowing who or what. I'm scared." "Dej it's ok." Phoebe
answered her. "Something is about to happen I can feel it." DJ said in a shaky voice. Just then there was a flash of light. It was Leo, the girls' whitelighter. Piper, Phoebe, DJ and
Darryl all sighed in relief. Piper walked over and put her arms around Leo, who is also her husband. "Leo you have no idea how glad we are to see you." Piper said as she hugged
him. "I sensed something wrong so I orbed here as quickly as I could." Leo replied. "But, there doesn't appear to be anyone here but you guys." DJ had been standing quietly all this
time when she suddenly asked "What are you?" "I'm a whitelighter." Leo answered. "What the heck is a whitelighter?" "It a witches angel." Leo answered. DJ nodded confused.
"Ok. I felt some-one. I started to say something then you materialized!" "Felt? You mean sensed it?" Piper asked. DJ nodded. "Wouldn't she have to be a whitelighter to sense
someone?" Phoebe asked "Yhea, I think so." Leo answered. Darryl spoke then " So let me get this straight. DJ is part whitelighter and part witch?" "I don't know but there is only
one way to find out." Piper said looking to Phoebe. Phoebe nodded "To the attic." With that they all headed out to the cars and where off back to the manor. On the way Phoebe
called Prue and told she the scoop. Prue said she'd be home when she could. When the girls arrived at the manor, they headed straight for the attic. DJ sat quietly on the couch she
looked as though she was going to cry and she was shaking all over. A few minutes later Daryl arrived. He decided to stay down stairs with Leo, he didn't want to get involved like
he says "The less I know the happier I'm." Meanwhile up stairs in the attic Piper and Phoebe were gathering up the sage stick the five white candles and the incense they needed
for the spell to call Grams to them. When a witch dies, other witches can call upon them in need. Just then Prue came in the manor. "Where are they?" Leo pointed up and Prue
headed that way. When she got to the attic just as Piper and Phoebe were looking for the summoning spell. "How is she?" Prue asked looking toward DJ. "She's hasn't said a word
since we left P3." Piper answered. "She's still shaking." DJ could feel her sisters looking at her. She looked up into Prue's eyes as if pleading for help. She didn't want to be a witch
she wanted to be back in New York. In her nice safe room. She wished she had never found the book of shadows. She wished she were back in New York that she hadn't come
back home to California. That . . . Stop it! She shouted at herself as she began to cry. I wish . . . Stop with the wishing. She yelled in her mind. Her sisters came and sat beside her.
Prue put her arm around her. "I wish we could do something to help her." Prue said stroking DJ's hair. "I thought the whole moving to New York things was to keep her out of this."
Piper looked to DJ. "Let's try contacting Grams. Hopefully she'll help." Phoebe suggested. The three slowly got up and found the spell. Then held hands and began the summoning.
"Hear now these words, hear our cry. Sprit from the other side. Come tous we summon thee, cross now the great divide." The girls chanted in unison. There was a sudden
gust of wind and when it stopped Grams stood in their midst. DJ looked up and saw Grams. "Grams, DJ asked shocked. "But,. you're...dead you . . . I." With that DJ fainted. Prue,
Piper and Phoebe looked concerned. "Relax girls she's fine. She's just had a rough few days that's all." Grams said in her usual tone. "Now, why did the three of you summon me."
"You know good an well why we summonsed you." Prue answered annoyed. "Prue's you always did have a temper." Grams remarked. "Yhea, well I got it from you." Prue muttered
back. Grams glared at Prue and Prue glared back "Ok hi, before blood is spilled ya thinking you could help us out here?" Piper said stepping between her Grandmother and sister.
Piper had always been the mediator between Prue and Phoebe, but this was ridiculous. "Right, DJ is half whitelighter and half witch." Grams answered. Piper looked at Grams
"What?" She went on, "So who's her dad, Sam?" Sam was Patty's whitelighter before she died. The girl's mother Patty drowned fighting a demon. Grams nodded. "She's our half
sister?" Phoebe asked trying to sort it all out. Grams answered. "I. I'm Sorry I can't say more. Grams went on. "I'm sworn to secrecy." "By whom?" Phoebe asked still confused. "By
me." Came a voice. It was Patty the girls mother. Patty went on as she came into view, "I asked her not to tell you to protect DJ and the three of you." "You didn't do a very good
job," Prue snapped. "If sending her to New York was supposed to keep her out of all this it didn't work." "Girls, the point of DJ going to New York wasn't to get her out of all of
this, it was to keep her safe. Like what Grams did when she bound your powers. Sending DJ there was too mostly to keep her out of the way while your powers grew. Sam Wilder
is DJ's father..." About this time DJ began to come around. Patty looked over at DJ. She was just a baby when she had seen her last. Patty looked at Phoebe who was standing
beside her. Phoebe looked at her and spoke. "She always did faint when weird things happen. Like when Piper froze dad I thought she'd never come round." DJ opened her eyes
and sat up took one look at her mother and started to faint again when, "Oh no, you don't, not this time." Patty said as she motioned for Phoebe to go sit beside DJ. Phoebe went
and put her arms around her. "Why is all this crap happening? I can't deal with it." DJ said trembling. "Well you're going to have to learn to deal with it. You're a witch now your
going to have to deal with demons and pain, hurt, and heart break. You'll have to deal with all that and not to faint when things get tough." Phoebe said stroking DJ's hair. "But, I'm
scared. I don't want all this. I can't handle it all on my own." "First off, Piper said, it's ok to be afraid we were afraid at first too. But, we dealt with it. We had to. Second we didn't
want to be witches either but we are. We're the, "Charmed Ones," it's our destiny to fight demons and save innocents. We can't change that, neither can you. Finely, third you're not
alone and never will be." DJ began crying again. "I'm sorry. I'll try ok. Sam is my dad?" She said trying to stop crying. Patty nodded. DJ then looked at her mother; she hadn't seen
her seen she was a baby. She remembered small things like the color of her hair, the sound of her voice. DJ had been exactly a year and nine months old when her mother died.
What memories she had were what Grams and her sisters had told her. Phoebe had been six when she died. Piper was eight and Prue eleven. So they remembered mom best. DJ
looked into her mother's eyes she felt all the pain and fright leave her. Grams and their mother soon left returning to their world. DJ was still unsure of what the future would hold.
Nevertheless, she with the help of her sisters, "The Charmed Ones," The four where ready for anything. Or where they?