A/N: hi succubus! sorry for the confusion. im editing chapter 5 and look down below, i added these lines..."reached for the door and went out into the Great Hall, oblivious..." i hope this clears things up :) Chapter 6 will be up soon :)

"Phoebe!" Paige called out in surprise as her sister fainted to the floor. "Piper! P...Piper!" She began to panic and looked at her eldest sister for help. "Piper!"

Paige waited worriedly as Piper opened her mouth to call for someone. She stared anxiously at the ceiling, expecting Leo to come down in a shower of blue and white orbs and heal her sister. However, she recoiled in shock, when she heard Piper call out another person's name- a woman's name.

"Melissa! MELISSA!" Piper screamed to the heavens, calling out another person's name. "MELISSA! Get down here this instant!"

Paige looked at Piper, a confused glimmer burning in her brown eyes. She scanned Piper for answers, and when Piper saw the baffled look on her sister's face, she opened her mouth to explain. But before any sound could escape from Piper's mouth, a shower of blue and white orbs came from nowhere, solidifying hurriedly into a plump woman with brown hair, in her mid-twenties.

"Piper?" the female Whitelighter looked at Piper, apprehension in her eyes, "What's going on?"

"Phoebe!" Piper replied a little too sternly, pointing at her unconscious sister, "heal her!"

Nodding, the Whitelighter followed Piper's orders and rushed quickly to Phoebe's side, and hurriedly knelt beside her. She laid her hands carefully on her charge's forehead, where a shard of glass from the broken glass vial had cut her, and waited for her healing energies to flow. Within seconds, the Whitelighter's hands glowed golden, and the blood from Phoebe's forehead disappeared, the wound sealing itself magically.

Phoebe opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight that had poured in from the stained-glass window of the attic. She eyes soon became adjusted to the brightness, and she found herself staring face-to-face with a familiar face.

"Hey, Melissa," Phoebe said as she sluggishly pulled herself to her feet, "Thanks for the save!" She staggered backward and almost lost her balance, when the young Whitelighter caught her and helped her balance.

"No problem, Phoebe," the Whitelighter smiled softly at Phoebe, "Just doing my job."

Phoebe smiled back and looked at the other two people in the attic. She remembered briefly seeing her youngest sister before everything went shaky and she blacked out. She excitedly looked around the room, forcing her vision to focus, the hazy images around her suddenly becoming clearer, more centered.

"Paige!" Phoebe screamed in delight, "It IS you! I thought I had hallucinated when I saw you! You know, what with all the potion fumes and stuff." She rushed to Paige and gave her a quick hug, taking in her scent. Pulling back gently, she asked, "What brings you here, sis? I thought you were supposed to be teaching at Magic School, you know, be Super-Teacher Paige Matthews."

Paige smiled at Phoebe's remark and answered, holding her sister's hand firmly in hers, "I did... I mean, I am. I'm supposed to be there, you know, teaching and stuff, but I really missed you guys so much! Five months is a long time!" Paige paused and continued, "And apparently, I've missed out on a lot," she added and nodded toward the new Whitelighter's direction.

Melissa, the new Whitelighter, bowed her head politely, waiting for her to be introduced to Paige.

Phoebe glanced over her shoulder and looked back at Paige. "OH! Right! Piper hasn't told you yet?" She gave Piper a hard look that said "Why didn't you fill our youngest sister in on what's happening?"

Piper threw her hands up in mock defeat, "Hey, I'm sorry! But I was in the process of telling her when you single-handedly blew up the entire attic! So technically, it was your fault." She stuck her tongue out playfully at Phoebe, and joined her sisters, putting her hand on Paige's shoulder.

Paige laughed at Piper's little joke, a broad grin spreading on her lips. "So, anyone mind telling me what's going on? Or do I have to blow something up too to get some answers around here?" She kidded along, missing the way she and sisters used to joke and play around.

"Whoa there, sister," Piper removed her hand from Paige's shoulder and slapped her back, "One Femme Nikita sister is enough, I don't want you turning Rambo on us, too!"

Phoebe stared at Piper and pouted her lips. "Hey! I resent that!"

The three sisters burst out laughing, and Melissa tried her best to stifle a giggle.

Finally, the three sisters stopped laughing. Phoebe turned her head and motioned for the Whitelighter to come closer. "Paige, meet Melissa, our new Whitelighter. Melissa, Paige. Paige, Melissa."

Melissa courteously extended her arm and introduced herself, "Nice to have finally meet you, Paige! I've been waiting so long to meet you!" She smiled eagerly as Paige took her hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, too, Melissa," Paige forced a smile. She shook the Whitelighter's hand curtly and turned to her sisters. She whispered, "New Whitelighter?"

Piper's head nodded and confirmed Paige's question. "Yeah. She's the newest addition to the family. First, there was George, then Maria, then Markus, then Jeffrey, and then Nina, and now, there's Melissa."

Paige lifted her fingers and counted, "Wait a minute, you mean to say there had been at least five Whitelighters before her?" Paige's eyes widened in disbelief. "What happened to Leo? To the other five?"

"Oh, that, well, all five of them died...Actually, four of them did, poor Georgie was petrified by the Basilisk Demon, which Piper blew up anyway," Phoebe said nonchalantly, as if the death of Whitelighters were a normal, everyday occurrence.

Paige's eyes grew wider, "Five Whitelighters in just five months?!?"

"Yeah," Piper said casually, "The Elders kept on assigning us novice Whitelighters who couldn't keep up. Well, except for Melissa here; she's lasted a week longer than the other five."

Melissa smiled proudly.

Paige turned her head and asked, "I see. What happened to Leo?"

"He's been sent to the Seventh Plane of Existence- the Dimension of the Soul- where his soul is being cleansed of...you know," Melissa answered meekly, referring to the murder of Gideon, the Elder and former Headmaster of the Magic School. "The Council of Elders is still waiting for his soul to be purified and to return to his body."

"Oh," Paige said, her eyes searching around the attic for a chair. She found an overturned antique divan just beside Phoebe and flipped it on its legs She sank heavily on the wobbly chair, letting what she had just heard to sink in. "Five Whitelighters in five months. That is something," she thought uneasily to herself.

Paige looked at Phoebe and then to Piper, her eyes falling on Piper's scar, and she wondered restlessly how her sisters had dealt with demons and warlocks without the Power of Three. Besides the infamous Witch Huntress, Paige was certain that there were still other hordes of upper level demons that had struck the manor and targeted her sisters- to steal their powers and end the Charmed lineage. Paige remembered too clearly that demons that would stop at nothing to kill the Charmed Ones attacked on a daily basis. Oddly enough, her sisters had not called her, not even once. However, she knew from instinct that that didn't mean that her sisters had not been attacked.

"Are you okay?" Piper asked as she saw her youngest sister palely sink down on their grandmother's favorite chair.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She rubbed her forehead and looked questioningly at her two sisters.

Finally, she asked the million-dollar question that had been pounding on her head like a hammer. "I was just wondering, how did you guys manage without the Power of Three?"

"Oh," Phoebe answered as she stepped up to Paige, "Are you talking about the Witch Huntress? Oh, I kicked her scary butt back to the Underworld. Well, of course she kicked our butts first, but I killed myself and possessed her freaky tattooed little body, and showed her who's boss around here! You should've seen her blow up, way freakier than when Piper blows everyday normal demons up." Phoebe gestured her hands and imitated an explosion, "BOOM! Flames and all."

"I see," Paige said, trying to visualize the vanquish of the dread demon. She shook her head out of the visualization and continued, "But that's not what I meant, Phoebe."

"What did you mean, Paige?" Piper stepped up and cocked an eyebrow.

"I meant how did you guys get rid of the different upper level demons that have attacked? I'm sure that the Witch Huntress isn't the only upper level demon that had attacked you guys ever since I went to Magic School! How'd you do it without me? Without the Power of Three?"

Phoebe looked uneasily at Piper, uncertain how to answer. "Well, we...uhhh." She stuttered, unsure how Paige would react. She sighed in relief as her elder sister took the initiative and answered Paige's question.

"Potions," Piper replied curtly, as she recalled the countless vanquishing potions that she and Phoebe brewed after Paige had left to teach at the Magic School- there were red potions that erupted in flames upon contact, purple vials that duplicated Piper's exploding power, and small orange bottles that momentarily blinded demons which allowed Piper and Phoebe to escape.

Knowing that she couldn't keep the truth from her youngest sister, Phoebe slowly gave in. "And spells, of course," Phoebe added, the repetitive chants and myriad incantations springing to her mind unexpectedly.

"Wait," Paige said, a puzzled look clouding her brown eyes. "Potions, I can understand; but spells? Are we talking about Power of Three spells here, Phoebe?"

Phoebe's hands began to sweat; she didn't know how to tell Paige how they managed to fight off the weekly demon activity in the Manor without her and the Power of Three. She squinted, trying to come up with the words to slowly tell her what happened. "Ummm...yeah... I mean, we...umm.. we, yeah, we used... P...Power of Three spells, Paige."

Paige's eyes grew wide with bewilderment, "How, Phoebe? Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't Power of Three spells need," she paused, raising a finger and pointing it at Phoebe, "you," then to Piper, "Piper," and finally to herself, "and me? So how could you cast them without me?"

Phoebe and Piper exchanged a nervous glance, one that Paige quickly recognized.

Though she lacked Phoebe's Empathy, Paige still had her instincts; and these instincts were telling her that Piper and Phoebe were still hiding something from her. "Well?"

"Who's going to tell her, me or you? I'm kinda thinking it would be you, since you're the eldest," Phoebe anxiously whispered to Piper.

"No, you tell her," Piper whispered back, trying to keep a straight face. "You have the Empathy, you can tell how she'll feel when we drop the news on her."

"I know, that's why I don't want to tell her, I can tell that she'll blow up!"

"Spill it, guys!" Paige began to get impatient. "What are you whispering about?"

Piper finally answered, avoiding Paige's eyes. "We...uhhh...We called Grams to help us cast the Power of Three spells."

"GRAMS?"

Melissa jumped in surprise.

"GRAMS???"

Paige's head began to throb and she felt a tinge of anger swell inside her. "Why the hell did you have to call Grams? Why couldn't you have called me instead? Grams is dead, I'm not! So why not call me???" Paige's anger was building. She rubbed her aching head furiously, the veins on her forehead throbbing faster as each minute passed. She could feel her blood boiling and she felt her cheeks fluster with color; her skin was felt and her vision blurred.

Piper stepped forward and reluctantly laid a comforting hand on Paige's shoulder; she felt the heat rising off Paige's body, and wondered whether to keep safe distance or not. She sighed in relief when Paige didn't push her hand away.

"We're sorry, Paige," Piper began, "But, Phoebe and I knew how much you wanted to teach, and...and we didn't want to bother you with...with all the vanquishing and the demons and stuff."

"Yeah," Phoebe chimed in, "We wanted you to concentrate on your teaching, your passion."

"But I'm still a Charmed One! Grams IS NOT!!!" Paige argued.

"Yes, Paige," Phoebe said with a whimper, "But...But she's got decades of Halliwell magic coursing through her.

"Still, I don't see why you couldn't have just called for me..." She paused exasperatedly, hearing a familiar tinkle in the air that only Whitelighters can hear. "Like what Mrs. Winterbourne is doing right now." Paige sighed in frustration and looked at her leather-strapped wristwatch, "Damn, I'm late for the weekly teacher's meeting."

Paige slowly stood up, feeling her blood rushing downwards from head and flowing back to the other parts of her body. She shook her head delicately, feeling slightly dizzy. She leant on to Piper for support, steadying herself as she planted her feet firmly on the creaky attic floor.

She turned to the new Whitelighter and muttered, "Melissa, take good care of my sisters for me, okay?"

Paige then turned to her sisters, looking at them with a fierce determination in her eyes, "This talk is far from over." Paige closed her eyes, hearing her name being called once more by Mrs. Winterbourne, and visualized her room at the Magic School.

Piper and Phoebe watched as their sister disappeared in a show of swirling blue and white orbs.

"Told you she can be scary at times," Phoebe whispered.

Inside an old office in the Magic School, blue and white orbs flashed from nowhere and suddenly materialized and reformed into Paige. Waiting for her whole body to solidify, she rushed to the full-length mirror beside her table, and hurriedly smoothed the wrinkles of her flowing, black robe. Inhaling the coiling vapors emanating from the sandalwood incense burning atop her altar, Paige's nerves calmed down gradually. With one final glance at her mirror, Paige nodded determinedly and reached for the door and went out into the Great Hall, oblivious to the glinting athame raised behind her chair and the pair of eyes staring at her angrily from behind the shadows.