A/N: There's some Prue in this chapter...but before you guys get all excited, it's probably NOT what you think. Please enjoy...

Change Happens

Chapter 13: Witches' Parking Only, All Others Will Be Toad

"And then I followed her scream to the alley, where we saw her staring at the body."

"Are you sure you didn't see anyone else?" The officer inquired, as he scribbled notes onto his report.

"Positive." Paige chewed her lip as she glanced over at Piper, who was talking to another officer. "Uhm, can we go yet?"

"Yeah, I'll just need your name and-"

"I've got it from here," Darryl interrupted, stepping between the officer and Paige. "Thanks, Jake." He slipped the report from the younger man and waved him away.

"So?"

"So it appears the victim was killed somewhere between late last night and early this morning. It also appears as though she was stabbed, but we can't find the murder weapon." His brown eyes flicked around the dreary crime scene and his voice lowered to just above a whisper. "Do you think this could be-"

"Yeah," Paige breathed a little too quickly. "I had a premonition right before I heard that woman's scream. It wasn't about this murder, but I think if I was drawn here, there might be a connection. Possibly even the same killer."

"Don't you mean demon?"

"Or any other sort of evil."

"Great."

"Look, Darryl, if you find anymore info, please call me. And if I find out anything, you'll be the first to know."

"Meanwhile, your names get stuck to another unsolved case."

"Unsolved so far."

Darryl shrugged as he scribbled something else on the report. "You guys can go." He motioned for his other officer to let Piper leave, before giving Paige a silent nod, and then walking back to the now plastic covered corpse.

"What do you think?" Piper asked, walking over to her little sister.

"I think we've got trouble on our hands."

----

"Mr. Turner, you're late."

Cole slipped through the gates and took his seat on the right side of the room. "Sorry Your Honor, I was momentarily detained." He smoothed the creases of his jacket as his voice began to flow a little more smoothly. "Car problems," he lied. "And I had to get my daughter to school."

The dark gray eyes of the judge bore into Cole, not sure if he believed the man or not. He frowned, running a wrinkled hand over his nearly bald head and then grabbing his gavel. "It better not happen again, Mr. Turner."

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Honor."

Judge Windsor slammed the gavel against its base. "This court is now in session." He let his eyes run across the packed room, before trailing over the defendant and his attorney, then to the jurors, and finally back to Cole. "We'll start with opening statements. Mr. Turner?"

The half demon slipped easily from his chair, advancing towards the jury in long, slow strides. "I'm here today on behalf of Tellsa Eli, the victim of a brutal rape and murder, committed by the defendant." His hand shot out like a bullet, identifying the silver suited defendant. "During the course of this trial, you will find that without a doubt, Mr. Dwight Alfred carefully planned and executed his ex-girlfriend, because she decided to leave the confines of her abusive relationship."

As Cole spoke, Dwight Alfred turned hastily towards his attorney. "We've got to do something about this," he whispered, although his thin pasty lips barely seemed to move. "He's going to ruin everything."

The attorney nodded, glancing down at his shadow on the floor. His eyes narrowed and he barely motioned his head.

The shadow, unnoticed by the rest of the courtroom, moved quietly across the room before dissolving into black ripples and disappearing into the floor.

----

"Where are we?" The telepath inquired, as her grandfather swung her out of the back car seat.

"We're at a dock," Victor explained, walking hand in hand with Pandora towards the ocean.

"But you saided that you and momma used to come hewe."

"We did."

"But momma's scawed of watews."

"She didn't used to be."

"Weally?"

"She only got scared of water after Grandma Patty died." He gently squeezed her hand, edging her onto the weathered and wooden dock. "It's okay," he tugged ever so slightly, "I promise."

"But Grandma Pa-"

"That was a demon," the mortal explained. "Your mommy and aunts vanquished him a long time ago."

Pandora looked hesitantly for a moment, before finally jumping onto the faded brown wood. "Why'd you come hewe?"

"We liked the view." As he walked, he could hear the water lapping under the dock and the thick smell of salt was attempting to overpower his nostrils. "Come here," he grinned, scooping his granddaughter from the ground. Victor Bennett's pace quickened as he shimmied down the length of the dock, reaching the end in about ten seconds.

Once there, he neatly leveled Pandora to the ground and then plopped down next to her, letting his feet hang over the edge. "Your mom and I," he gave at the aquamarine ocean wistfully, "we used to sit here and just watch the water. Sometimes we'd come really earlier in the morning when Grandma Patty and your Aunt Piper were still asleep and we'd watch the sun rise against the water. Or we'd come near dust to watch it set."

"Auntie Pipew nevew came too?"

"Nope. This was our special place." He ran a hand through his graying feathery hair. "Sometimes we'd talk about what the future would bring." Victor looped his arm around the telepath's neck and pulled her closer, tucking her under his arm. "Did you know that when your mom was your age, she wanted to be a ballerina?"

"Weally?"

"Oh yeah! She said she'd be famous one day. And that she'd have a family like ours. Sometimes she'd even talk about your daddy. She said she wanted to have two little girls, like Grandma Patty. And she wanted to take the oldest here, just like I did with her."

Pandora looked down at her thumbs and began to pick at her cuticles. "But she didn't."

"She probably forgot," Victor sighed. "It was, after all, a long time ago." He placed his hand against the faded wood support, on his side of the dock. "Look."

"What?" Pandora's eyes shifted and she crawled into her grandfather's lap. The young witch placed her hands against the wooden beam. "What it say?"

Victor smiled and traced his right index finger over the slightly deformed heart that was carved into the wood. "You mommy and I made this on one of our trips here. See?" He pointed to the names scrawled within the heart. "That says 'Victor,'" his finger dropped to the intersecting lines below his name, "this is an addition symbol that means plus," his finger then slid to the last word, "and that says 'Prue.'"

"Did you make it?"

"Nope. Your mom did."

Pandora smiled, tracing her fingers over the indentations. "Grandpa?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we make one too?"

Victor smiled and slid his hand into his back pocket, retrieving a small red and silver switch blade. "I was hoping you'd ask." He flicked open the blade, allowing it to catch the morning rays and cast a bright glimmer against the water below.

----Flashback----

"You have to be very careful with this," Victor explained, as he extended the sharp blade to a 5-year-old Prue.

"I will daddy, I pwomise!" Prue exclaimed, her blue eyes wild with excitement. She gently wrapped her small fingers around the blade. "Will you teach me how?"

"Of course," Victor grinned, cupping his hand around hers. "Just follow my lead." He led her hand towards the wooden pillar and positioned the knife against the wood. "You have to apply a lot of pressure, Prudence."

"I can do, it daddy. I sweaw!"

"I know you can." Victor used his free hand to ruffle her raven locks. "Okay. On the count of three. One...two..three!" He gently helped his daughter press the blade of the knife into the wooden, hearing a sharp crack as they did so. "Now curve it into a heart, sweetie."

Prue squeezed tightly, arching the blade upwards and then back down at a sharp slant. Her mouth was slightly open in concentration. "Did I do it right, daddy? Did I?"

"It's perfect, Prudence."

Prue beamed as her father led her hand upwards, positioning it on the point where they'd started, but this time leaning to the left.

"Ready?"

"Yep!" Prue curled his fist again and pulled the knife up, before bring it back down in a swift movement. Her face scrunched in aggravation as she pulled her hand away.

"What's wrong, Prue?"

"It's not perfect."

Victor stared quizzically at the slightly imperfect heart. "Prue," he wrapped his arms around her, "anything you do will be perfect to me."

"But-"

He placed a finger to the young witch's lips. "No buts, Miss Prudence." His brows rose. "Do you wanna finish this?"

The raven haired witch focused on the deformity for a moment, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Yeah." She snagged the blade from the dock and held it back up to the pillar. "Make youw name, daddy."

Carefully, Victor took the blade and carved each letter of his first name within the outline of Prue's heart. "Give me your hand," he instructed.

"Okay." She proudly reached up, taking hold of the knife in her father's possession. "Whatis we gonna make now?"

"A plus," Victor explained, as he helped her make a an inch long level line under his name. "And now we make a line over it," he said, guiding her hand and the blade above the line and then drawing them back down.

"Now my name?"

"Yep."

"I wanna do it."

"Prue-"

"No." She shook her finger defiantly. "I wanna do it. I'm a big girl, daddy!"

The mortal hesitated for a second, before finally relenting and handing the knife to his daughter. He knew she dealt with worse than a switch blade on a daily basis.

Prue held her hand under the plus, her knuckles draining of color as she shoved the knife into the wood.

"Are you-"

"I'm fine, daddy," the little witch cut in. "I know how to make my name." She pulled down, making the back up the 'P,' and then she maneuvered her hand a little ways over. The small witch was breathing hard at this point, refusing to give up. She dug at the wood, but the knife didn't seem to go very far.

"Prue?"

"I'm gonna do it!" She proceeded to squint her blue eyes, giving the knife an extra push of supernatural force, digging it into the wood and drawing it down, before coming back up to curl the top of the 'r.' After witch, the 5-year-old proceeded to do the name with the 'u' and 'e' in her name. "Look!" She squealed proudly, holding up the switch blade in triumph. "I did it, daddy!" When she received no response, she tried again. "Daddy?" She waved her hand. "Daddy?"

----Flashback----

"Grandpa? Grandpa?"

His granddaughter's voice shook his from his trance and he pulled his eyes away from the wooden carving. "Pandora?"

"Are we gonna make one?"

"Yeah," he answered quietly. He gently took Pandora's hand and wrapped it carefully around the handle of the knife. "You have to be very careful with this,"Victor began to explain.

----

Leo stood over the sink, wiping squashed peas from his face. He shook his let, turning on the faucet and allowing the water to wash the mashed green spheres down the drain.

"Daddy!"

"Just a minute, Prissy." He turned off the water and began shuffling back to his youngest, when a sharp ringing tickled his ears. "Damnit!" He stared up at the ceiling, glowering. He was supposed to watch Prissandra for a few hours, while Piper and Paige were off shopping. He hadn't expected a call from The Elders. "I can't come now," he yelled, reaching his daughter and lifting up the white tray of her high chair. To his annoyance, the jingle seemed to get that much louder.

From her chair, Prissandra gave a googly eyed stare and stretched her arms up for her father. "Daddy!"

"Oh," the blonde shook his head as he scooped his baby girl into his arms, "The Elders are not gonna like this." With that, their forms fizzled into a haze of blue and swirled to the ceiling, disappearing towards the heavens.

----

"Oh, come on!" Phoebe screeched. She slammed her palm against the horn of her car, forcing it to howl as an Arrest Me Red Toyota Solara swerved into her reserved parking spot. She slapped the horn again, as the engine on the Toyota Solara died. "Asshole!" She clicked the locks and shoved her door open, hopping from the car in a mad rage. "Hey, buddy!"

The bright red car door swung open, and out extended a supermodel styled leg, clad in a spindly copper stiletto. A matching leg followed, and then the extremely tall form of a woman appeared. She wore a tight black mini dress, a wide brimmed hat covered her layers of apple red hair, and she donned large dark movie star shades. Her lips were full and painted in blood red, matching her manicured nails which clasped the car door and swung it shut. She aimed her key chain at the car, flexing her thumb and activating the car's alarm, with a small bleep.

"Hey, you!"

The woman strode off in the direction of The Bay Mirror, refusing to even glance back at the witch.

"Bitch!" Phoebe fumed, slipping back into her car and slamming the door. As she drove past the car vehicle, she caught the license plate which read, 'HRTBR8R'. The Charmed One snorted. "Heartbreaker my ass," she cursed, moving to the public parking area which appeared to be filled. "Ah crap!"

----

"Leo!" Piper yelled as she walked through the front door.

"He's not here," Paige informed, turning to hang her jacket on the coat rack.

"How do you know?"

"I can't sense him." The whitewitch frowned. "I only sense Andy, who's stillup in his room."

"Just great!" The timer hissed, striding for the stairs. "When we actually need him-"

"Piper, he's probably just off with Prissy. Maybe he took her to the park or something?" She shrugged. "Maybe The Elders called him away?"

"And he took our daughter?"

Again, Paige shrugged. "I would."

"I know you would," Piper glowered, "but this is my husband we're talking about."

"Right." Paige's shoulders laxed. "He always tries to stick to the rules." The corners of her mouth curved. "Except, of course, where you and your girls are concerned."

The elder witch's brown eyes rolled, as she strode into the attic. "Funny, Paige."

The half whitelighter flicked her eyes skyward. "Well I try."

"So what exactly are we looking for?" Piper asked, flipping open the Book of Shadows.

"I don't know," the younger witch sighed. "The premonition was vague. Like, I saw a shadow of some sort, but I never got a good look at the demon."

"A shadow?" Piper wrinkled her nose as she licked finger fingers and began to thumb through the yellowed pages. "The only shadow we've ever faced was The Woogy, but he doesn't have arms. In fact, he has totrick someone to do his dirty work." She shook her head, flicking past the page about The Woogy.

----

"Elise!" Phoebe angrily tossed her purse into her office, moving past her assistant's desk with almost supernatural agility. "Elise!"

"Phoebe-" Rachel called back, standing up with a worried look upon her face. "Phoebe, wait!"

Unfortunately Phoebe was lost in spite as she burst through Elise's door. "Elise, I've got a problem. This movie star bitch in a red car took my parking-" Her voice stopped mid sentence as her brown eyes bulged. Sitting before her, behind Elise's desk in the boss' plush leather chair, the redhead sat twirling a strand of her glossy apple red hair.

At that moment, Elise emerged from the doorway behind Phoebe, stirring a cup of fresh coffee. She smiled as she slipped past Phoebe, obviously missing Phoebe's outrage just moments earlier. "Oh, Phoebe! Just the girl I wanted to see." She gazed between her star employee and the redhead at her desk. "I see you've already met my niece."

Phoebe stood frozen in place. Her mouth was agape and her cheeks were infused with extra blood, giving them a shocking shade of red.

----

Pandora proudly traced her fingers over the newly carved heart and within its center it read, 'Victor + Pandora'.

"You did a fine job," the mortal praised.

"It's pwetty." Pandora frowned, scrambling to her feet. "I wish mommy could see it."

Victor glanced towards the clear blue sky, a small smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I bet she can."

"Suwe?"

"Very." The graying man slid the blade back into the cover and injected the switch blade into his back pocket. "Buttercup, we should probably get going," he informed, glancing down at his gold watch.

Pandora's lip protruded, as she slid her hand into Victor's. "Will we come back?"

"If you want to."

"I do." For a moment she hesitated, not wanting to leave the pillar. Then a small salty breeze caught her neck, sending goose pimples across the surface of her skin. "When?"

"Whenever you want." He plucked the child from the dock and kissed her forehead, carrying her back across the now chilly dock.

----

Eliza Fields crossed the parking lot with smart confidence. She smirked to herself as she approached Phoebe's vehicle, passing the witch a snotty look. "I'm sure you'll show me a good time," she snickered. "My Aunt Elise did say you are her best employee."

Phoebe muttered something incoherent as she slid into the driver's seat and clicked the button, unlocking the passenger door.

"Well aren't you going to say anything?" Eliza grinned as she slipped the seatbelt around her large bust. "Aunt Elise said you're a social butterfly."

She's throwing "Aunt Elise" around on purpose, Phoebe fumed. The Charmed One stuck the key into the ignition and turned, her eyes blazing as she tried to block out Eliza's voice. Apparently Eliza was only in San Francisco for three days, staying with Elise, and Elise had decided that Phoebe would be the best to show her around the city. In fact, the head of The Bay Mirror had even set up photo shoots for Phoebe and Eliza to co-star in.Why, was beyond the psychic. All she was seeing right now was red. Blood red.

"Mrs. Halliwell?"

"You know what!" Phoebe screamed, slamming on the break as she came to a stop sign. "From now until the twelve o' clock strokes, you will elicit only croaks!"

A green flare surrounded the redhead, and her skin began to turn a sickly shade of brown-green. A series of large, warty pimples began to grow on the woman's skin and her eyes morphed into bubble-like blackish dots and then she began to shrink, until she was so small that her black hat dropped to the seat.

Phoebe gulped. She hadn't meant to. But her rage had been so great. She reached out a shaky hand and grabbed the rim of the black hat. She held her breath and quickly pulled the hat up, revealing a fist sized brownish-green, warty toad in her passenger's seat. "Uh oh..."

----

"Piper?" Leo called through a haze of blue lights. "Piper!" He marched up the stairs with his youngest daughter on his hip. "Piper!" Although he could only make out muffled noises, he could sense his wife and youngest sister-in-law within the attic, where he quickly sprinted.

"Where have you been?" Piper bellowed, upon her husband's entrance. She placed her hands squarely on her hips, glowering in his direction.

"With The Elders."

"And where was Prissy?"

"With me," the blonde hesitated.

"Good Goddess," Piper groaned as she snatched the Child Of Light from her husband. "Why?"

"They called me."

"Yeah and I couldn't very well leave her here alone!"

"Andy-" Piper stopped herself, knowing that Andy was till in no condition to even watch his own daughter. She shook her head. "What did They want?"

"It's a demon."

"A shadowy one?" The pregnant witch perked up, looking hopeful.

"How'd you know?"

Paige patted her massive bulge. "Continue."

Leo trotted over to the Book and flipped it open, shifting the pages until he came to a desired one. He patted the page, warily looking back to the sisters. "Ohanzee."

"Ohanzee? What kinda name is that?"

"It's Native American, meaning 'shadow.' The Native Americans named this demon long ago, when he appeared and began attacking witches that came over on the ships from England."

"You mean, like Melinda Warren's time period?"

"Right."

"And what happened to him?"

"Ohanzee killed an English witch who had married the chief of a Native American tribe. He also killed their daughter. The grieving chief banished Ohanzee to purgatory. Unfortunately when The Source came to power-"

"The one who was just vanquished?"

"Right. When he came to power, he freed Ohanzee from purgatory and sent him after the Warren line. In fact, he sent him after Brianna."

Piper's eyes seemed to pop. "Brianna? As in, the same Brianna who disgraced the Lord of War?"

"The same one. She couldn't defeat him." The whitelighter pointed to the Book. "It's all right here. It seemed as though everything she tried he was immune to. But just before her death, she figured out a way to wound him and hurt him so badly that he retreated back to the Underworld...But not before killing Brianna. She never got a chance to write down how to wound him in the Book."

"And now he's back?"

Leo nodded. "And killing."

"So why don't we just summon this Brianna and ask her how to take him down?" Paige asked, her eyes moving between Leo and Piper.

"Because," Leo's voice dropped dangerously low, "Brianna's soul was stolen from the afterlife just about an hour ago."

TO BE CONTINUED...