18 Years Later…
Phoebe sat on the edge of her bed staring out the window. She never stopped thinking about Pamela or Max. She was up before anyone this morning, she was obsessing over a dream that she had the night before. She smiled at the thought, her and Pamela reuniting. The manor was quiet, Phoebe was quiet, and all Phoebe was thinking about was seeing her daughter again, all grown up. She liked the thought and while she thought about it as she went down stairs to eat breakfast.
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"Sidney! Have you seen my camera?" Pamela yelled from her room.
"I think it was on the coffee table in the den." Sidney yelled back from the kitchen. Pamela ran down to the den. There covered in newspapers was her camera.
"God this place is a mess." She said and flicked her hand. The newspapers floated in the air and folded themselves. She picked up her camera and put the black strap around her neck. She walked in the kitchen and sat down in one of the chairs.
"Hey did you pick up one of mom's columns?" She asked. Sidney turned and handed her a newspaper titled 'The Bay Mirror'.
"Thank you." Pamela said taking the paper. Sidney passed Pamela a plate of bacon and sat down next to Pamela.
"So were are we going today?" She asked taking a bite of bacon.
"I was thinking the dog park. I got some good shots down there last week." Pamela said, also taking some bacon.
"Ok then we can get some lunch at Dan & Kate's." Sidney said.
"Sounds like a plan." Pamela said, folding the newspaper.
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Piper walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Phoebe was sitting there with a coffee mug in her hand. She lifted the mug to her mouth and took a sip, and continued to stare out the window.
"Phoebe? What are you doing up so early? You don't have work today." Piper said.
Phoebe smiled, "I could say the same thing to you." Phoebe said, and she took another sip of her coffee. Piper poured herself some of the hot liquid as well, and sat across from her sister.
"Ok tell me, what's up?" Piper said and started the "Amazing Piper Stare". Phoebe pulled away from her gaze out the window.
"Up? Nothing's up. Why do you ask?" She said. Piper took a sip of her coffee and stared harder at Phoebe.
"Oh it's nothing really, I was just remembering." Phoebe said giving in.
"Remembering what?" Piper asked.
Phoebe sighed, "The first time, you, me and Prue became witches, how pissed Prue was that you invited me back home. How we felt when Prue died, how pissed you were when we found out that mom held a secret, that she had Paige. How Paige was almost turned evil. That junk. You know it's been about twenty years since Prue died and we've barely mentioned her since then?" Phoebe said. Piper was silent; her stare was softened to a more concerned look. She took a long drag of her coffee, Piper sighed and put her mug on the table.
"Pheebs, your right, those thoughts haven't even crossed my mind at all, these passed years." Piper said. She paused for a brief moment.
"And yes, when Paige came into our lives we had barley any time to mourn for Prue, so if you need-"
"No I don't need anything I was just remembering the times we spent with Prue, that's all, no crying, no sobbing, nothing I'm okay, okay?" Phoebe said cutting Piper short.
"Really, I'm okay." She said standing. Phoebe walked over to Piper and kissed her on the cheek.
"I want to go running. We've been cooped up in this damned house protecting ourselves from demons. You better come with me or I'll start begging you." She said, walking into the foyer. Piper took on last sip of her coffee and followed Phoebe.
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Pamela looked around the park for her seventh picture that morning. She saw a man throwing a Frisbee with his dog. She snapped him throwing the Frisbee and another one when the dog caught the Frisbee. She walked over to Sidney and sat next to her under the tree.
"How far have you gotten?" Pamela asked. Sidney was quiet for a moment.
"I just finished the 22nd chapter". Pamela smiled,
"You do understand that this story is going to be published someday? And when it does, I am getting the very first copy." Pamela said cleaning her camera lens. Sidney smiled,
"Thanks, you know, extremely random thought here, when I first met your mother, she was the most kind person in the world to me. Then she told me what she and her sisters did. It scared me for the most part, but I soon realized that she was doing it for good." Sidney paused for a moment. "Then 18 years ago she came to me all scratched up and bruised and, with you. She practically begged me to keep you until she came back. You know she loved you very much, and would do anything to keep you alive. Even if it meant giving you away." Sidney smiled. Pamela hugged Sidney,
"Well, you've been like a mother to me all my life, and when Phoebe Halliwell comes to get me, you will be my favorite sister." Pamela said and hugged Sidney again.
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Piper and Phoebe half-jogged into the kitchen. Paige was standing at the counter reading the mail.
"Were have you two been?" She asked. Phoebe shut the refrigerator door, and handed Piper a water bottle,
"Out … running, why?" Piper asked and sipped her water.
"When did you leave?" Paige asked. Phoebe swallowed her water,
"Aroundeight why?" She asked.
"Because, it is now…. Exactly nine o' four." Paige said glancing at her watch. Piper and Phoebe exchanged glances,
"Have we really been running for an hour?" Piper asked.
"Guess so." Phoebe said, taking another drink of her water.
"Well I'll have you know that two more demons attack us this morning while you were out." Paige said turning. She had a glare on her face.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" Phoebe asked. Paige nodded,
"Paige we're sorry but you shouldn't be mad at us. We wanted to get out, and actually enjoy the day… for as long as we could. But what I don't get is why they are attacking us more and more now a days." Piper said. There was silence in the room for a while, the girls looked at each other.
"To the book." Phoebe said, pointing to the foyer.
