Prue's POV.

Chapter 5 - Home Sweet Home

Paige smiled nervously as we stood on her front door.

"Seriously, call whenever you need to talk. Night or day." Phoebe was saying. She broke out of the hug. "Buh-bye."

"And we'll meet up again soon. As long as your ready." Piper said, hugging her one last time. "Bye."

"Take care ... lil sis." I smiled, pulling her towards me. "See you."

"Bye." She said, tooking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll call you."

And we left.

It's amazing. I have three sisters I never knew. We're virtuallly strangers ... and yet I've never felt so at home as I do when I'm with them.

"Are you ready, Prudence?" Sharon asked me a few days later. I nodded, esparated, the tone of Sharon's voice implied that I was holding us up, rather than the over way round. In truth, I woke with a start at 5 a.m - five hours ago, and was unable to fall back to sleep, instead dwelling on the dream I'd had - A strangly familiar woman, I swear I've never met, taking me by the hand and leading my through a door, to my sisters, who were waiting.

Sort of like I was being welcomed home. It was nice.

"Let's go, Shazza." She frowned at the nickname, as always. I only use it when she calls my Prudence - If she ever actually called me Prue I'd call her Sharon.

"Come on then."

We're going to look at ... drum roll please ... the house. Our house.

All four of us. Even Paige, although I didn't expect her to. She agreed though, and when we pull up outside the huge pink and white house, she's already stood outside with her aunt, and Piper, with Amanda, her social worker.

"Hi!" I beamed, running over. Both of them smiled at me in return.

"Phoebe not here yet?" I asked.

"Not yet ..." Piper said.

"There! She's there!" Paige said exitedly, pointing to a blue car coming towards us, Phoebe waving from the passenger seat.

"Hi!" She cried, jumping out - almost falling actually - and running towards us. "Is this the house? Wow! It's huge!"

"It's awesome." Paige agreed, as Phoebe's mum got out of the car.

"Wow. Your grandmother obviously had a lot of money." She said to us. "Our house would fit inside this place three times over."

"Don't exagerate mum." Phoebe said, rolling her eyes. She didin't fool us though. Her foster mother and Phoebe were close. I kinda envy that. The only person I could rely on growing up was Sharon. And trust me, she's not thast great.

Why did you do it mum? Why abondon us? Did you think we'd have a better life? Guess what, you were wrong.

Still thinking bitter thoughts, I followed Sharon to the door.

Wait. Oh, my god. That door. The door from my dream, the one the woman lead me through. Coincedence? Maybe.

Maybe not. That is really, really creepy. It's identical. Right down to the jewel colours on the glass. Am I the only one creeped out by this?

I guess I'm the only one that had the dream; my sisters breezed through the door into the hall.

"Impressive." Piper muttered. Understatment. The hallway was huge, long and filled with ornate rugs and antiques. The sheer impressiveness of the house distracted me from my jumbled thoughts, and instead I turned my head in ever direction, trying to take in ever detail.

"It really is." I said, amazed. "This is all ours?"

"Yep. Every last bit of it." Sharon smiled. "But are you sure you want to move in? Maybe you should sell it. That way you can split the money four ways -"

"No way!" The four of us cried together. Smiling, I turned back to Sharon.

"This is ours. And we can share it. It's a pretty big house." I smiled. "How long before I can move in?"

"And me!" Piper added.

"You'll have to wait for paper work to be finalised ... anmd the results of the blood test- "

Oh, yeah. That little, painful, detail. To make sure we're actually sisters. I don't need some test, I can feel it.

"And you may have to apply for custody of Piper."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Amanda assured us.

"What about you too?" I asked our younger sisters. "Are you going to be staying over every now and then."

"Phoebe'll be here as often as she can." Her mother promised. "I wont let her lose you again."

"Great. And ... you?" I asked Paige.

"Sure. If it's OK with my aunt."

"Maybe one day we could all live here." Piper said dreamily. "The Halliwell sisters reunited."

"And the Matthews." Paige frowned.

"Sure. You know what I meant." Piper said quickly.

I knew that Paige was going to be the hardest to get close to - I knew that the lose she had suffered would see to that. But there was nothing else we could do, other than be here for her.

And I planned to be here for her forever.

Three weeks later.

"That the last box?" I asked Piper, blowing my hair out of my face.

"I think so." She smiled. "We did it. We're home."

"And we're here for the house warming!" I heard Phoebe voice before I saw her; she and Paige were stood in the open doorway, each clutching a bag.

"House warming?" I asked.

Phoebe held up a huge bag of tortilla chips and Paige indicated the bottle of pepsi and the popcorn sticking out of her back.

"More of a sleepover than a party, but we don't know that many people." Phoebe joked.

"I think family is just fine." I replied.

Family. Are we family? Yes. We are family. But we're not a family. Yet.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come in!" Piper beamed. They stepped forward and we hugged. It still felt strange to have sisters, but ... it felt great.

We settled in the living room, a so-called horror movie - "Kill it Before It Dies", that Phoebe' had brought along. I've never seen it, and although she raved about it for ten whole minutes before putting it on, I think it kinda sucks. It's really cheesy, and not even nearly scary.

About half-way thorugh, filled with bordem, I picked up a piece of the popcorn Paige had brought, and threw it at Phoebe's head. I couldn't resist.

"Hey!" She turned around, feelnig the back of her head, then caught sight of the popcorn. She narrowed her eyes at us. "Who threw that?"

I tried to look innocent as Piper and Paige stifled giggles. Wow. Paige was gigling.

Good.

I think Phoebe was thinking the same thing, as she picked it up and threw it at me.

"Hey! It wasn't me!" I lied.

"It sooooo was! You're a lousy liar, Prudence."

"Must be a family trait." Piper mused. "I've been told the exact same thing."

"How do you know it wasn't ... Piper!" As I said her name, I threw popcorn at her too - what I didn't expect was another piece to come wizzing towards my face. From none other than Paige.

"Oh, it's on now!" I grabbed a handfull and threw it in the air, unable to decide which sister to throw it at first. As it rained popcorn, we giggled, and picked up more - the suply was seemingly endless.

I hit Phobe again on the head - next thing I knew, a large, soft white object hit me in the face - the pillow Phoebe had brought.

"Right! If that's the way you wanna play!" I ran from the room, returning seconds later with more pillows. Waking everything we could reach, someone (naming no names, it was a certain second oldest ...) knocked over the bottle of cola. A whole five minutes were wasted cleaning it up, before we started again.

The rest of the night - and the film thank god - were spent pillow fighting and making more mess. It's the most fun I've ever had.

Later, as I lay awake listening to my sisters sleep, I wondered again why our mother gave us up. If only I could speak to her ...