Thanks again to reviewers. By the way, allie351, there will be more on the other kids.

Chapter 4 - Vanished

Piper's POV.

I didn't follow her. I knew she wanted to be alone. I knew she wouldn't talk to me. She's acting like she hates me. She doesn't even look at me ...

With a sigh, I made my way back downstairs. Amazingly, all was quiet. The kids were watching some film, with Prue, Phoebe, Leo, Andy, Henry and Coop. Walking into the kitchen, I found Paige.

"Well? How did it go?"

"Badly." I replied, opening the fridge. Not really sure why.

"How badly?"

"Yelling and storming out badly." I closed the fridge. It's empty. We need to shop. I sat at the table and started making a shopping list. OK, so it probably wont be me that shops, (one in eight chance) and whoever does it wont look twice at my list. But I have to do something.

"Was it over Dan?"

"I have no idea. She's not screwed in the head though." I said with fake happiness.

"Huh?"

"So she says."

"Oh. Do you want me to go talk to her?" See, Paige is the fun aunt. She's the kind of aunt who'd let you skatebored in the house after mummy said no. The kind of aunt who'd let you have ice-cream when daddy said no. The kind who slips you extra money to buy the game you're not allowed.

And yes, they are all real situations. She's worse than Phoebe. (Although Phoebe does find it hard to say no.)

"If you wouldn't mind. I think she went into the attic." I told her.

"OK. Try not to worry about it."

"No promises."

She just laughed as she walked out of the room.

"OK, we need ... butter ... eggs ... cheese ... milk ... water ..." I got up and started checking the cupboards. "Bread ... biscuits ... honey ... peanut but -"

"Piiiippppeeeerrrr!" I snapped my head up. What the hell ...?

"Paige?" I dropped my pen on the table, and ran out of the room. Phoebe and Prue were already in the hallway, and we ran up the stairs together. Paige was in the hallway, looking in all of the bedrooms.

"What, what is it?"

"Patty. Where is she?" Paige said, spinning round to face us. "She's not in the attic, she's not down here -"

"Or downstairs." Phoebe cut in, helpfully. Actually, it wasn't that helpful.

"So where is she?" I asked, then walked past them towards the attic.

"Tee? Patty? Patrica Jade Halliwell! Get out here now!" I yelled, once inside the attic. Nothing. I middle-named her, and still, nothing.

"She's not here." Prue said.

"Well really?" I snapped. "I hadn't noticed." Prue didn't say a word, just walked towards the book.

"She can't have just vanished." Phoebe stated. Looks that way to me.

"Did one of you leave it open on the time-travel page?" Prue asked. Phoebe and Paige shook their heads.

"You think she's time-travelled?" I asked. Why would she do that?

"Not exactly." Phoebe said nervously. Turning, I saw her holding out a notebook. Gathering round, we read the spell in my daughters handwriting. Take me through the timeline, To find what I seek, Take me through the memories, where they can't see me or hear me speak.

"What the ... Why?" I muttered.

"I don't know." Phoebe said gently. "But I don't think we'll find out until she's home. And then, she'll have her answers."

"What if she doesn't get them? I mean, time-travel is so risky. And she's all alone ... What the hell could she be looking for!"

"Piper, she's twelve. She has a lot of questions." Prue said.

"But ... do you think this is why she's been all moody lately?" I asked suddenly. Of course, I don't actually know what "this" is.

"Could be. And maybe when she comes home ... she'll be the happy little girl we know." Prue smiled.

"She's not a little girl anymore though." I whispered, then walked back downstairs. Leo met me at the bottom, and I fell into his arms.

"What? What's wrong?"

"She's gone. She's time travelled." I told him.

"What? Where to?"

I shrugged, pulled back. "She wrote her own spell. To find answers. I don't even know the question."

"Hey, come on. She'll be OK. She's a smart girl. Just like her mum."

Smart or not, who knows where she could be right now.