A/N. The last chapter! Thank you to those who reviewed. Those who didn't please do!
Patience screamed in terror and clutched Paris' arm. As soon as their skin made contact a jolt of electricity passed through Paris and black and white images filled her mind. The sound of Prue's voice shock Paris out of her very first premonition.
"Paris, Patience, get up stairs. Now!" Prue ordered. Without hesitation the middle and youngest Charmed Ones fled upstairs.
Matt grinned evilly at Prue, the athame glinting menacingly. "You always were the tough one weren't you Prue? Always looking out for your little sisters. Well guess what? You can't protect them now," Matt taunted.
In response Prue spun around, her toe catching the athame and knocking it out off Matt's hand with a clutter. Prue swung her arm around, aiming for Matt's chin. To her surprise Matt launched himself into the air and hovered a few feet up. He whipped around in the air. Just as his foot was about to connect with Prue, she felt a tingle all over and blue and white lights danced before her eyes. She orbed back in when Matt was safely on the ground. She raised both her hands and froze Matt and ran up the stairs to join her sisters.
"What took you so long?" Paris cried when Prue got to the attic.
"A little Warlock training," Prue panted.
"We need to pile as many things as possible in front of the door," Patience said. She squinted her eyes and a chest-of-drawers slid in front of the door.
"I froze Matt but it won't stop him for long," Prue said.
"What happened when Matt arrived? You kinda spaced out," Patience said to Paris.
"I had a premonition," Paris replied.
"Of what?" Prue placed a chair on top of the chest-of-drawers.
"Us. Doing this." Paris put a cardboard box full of junk next to the chair.
The sisters screamed as they chair shock and flew into a wall.
"You can't stop me!" Matt's voice carried through the door, unnaturally deep.
"What do we do? We're trapped!" Paris cried.
"We'll face him together." Prue pushed Paris and Patience behind her as the door was thrust open.
"Remember what Mom always told us. The saying we never understood?" Patience suddenly shouted.
"The Power Of Three will set us free!" Prue remembered.
Prue grabbed Paris and Patience's hands and together they began chanting.
Eventually Matt exploded into a million pieces
"The Power Of Three," Prue stated in amazement.
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Two hours later Prue, Paris and Patience sat on one sofa, with Piper and Leo on the other. As soon as they had vanquished Matt, Patience had rung Piper's mobile to let them know Prue was home. Now Piper and Leo were answering any questions the girls might have.
"Honey, are you OK?"
"Huh?" Prue whipped her head around to look at her mother.
"Are you OK?" Piper repeated.
"Yeah." Prue paused and sighed. "No," she admitted. "I mean, how can I ever trust anyone again?"
"I know it's hard sweetie, but you'll learn to trust your instincts," Piper assured her oldest daughter.
"Yeah, but your boyfriend wasn't a Warlock, was he?" Prue shot back.
"Actually." Piper looked at Leo." The first Warlock your aunts and I ever vanquished was my boyfriend, Jeremy Burns."
"Really?" Prue felt slightly better that her mother had experienced the same thing.
"But what are we gonna do? Life's never gonna be the same again," Paris said.
"That's exactly how I felt, baby," Piper confided.
"We are going to stick together," Prue said confidently.
"This should be interesting." Patience smiled mischievously and squinted her eyes. The T.V switched on and the family settled down to watch.
A/N. The end. I won't be doing a sequel, but I will post another story. It should be out in a few days and will be called The Next Generation, so please look out for it.
