A/N: I got six reviews last chapter (which I'm not complaining about), but not one of them was from Peanut. I'm surprised. But I do believe that you, being the ultimate Prue/Andy shipper that you are, will like this chapter. (I hope!) "The Ku Klux Klan," is a bad thing. The PPP is a GOOD thing. By the way, I've been thinking about tying the titles of this series together and to do that, I was considering doing this….

Four's A Charm: Charmed At Last

Four's A Charm: Family Affair

Four's A Charm: Together Forever As One

Four's A Charm: The Blessed Ones

Four's A Charm: The Children Of Light

Four's A Charm: Every Halliwell Counts

Four's A Charm: Change Happens

Change Happens

Chapter 28: The Prue Push Plan

----June 19, 2012----

Andy charged into the hospital. His hair was rumpled and his face was shadowed with fine, dark stubble. "Where is she? Where's Paige?"

Phoebe glanced at Piper, hiding the smile beneath behind her waves of shiny brown hair. "Only on person in the delivery room at a time," she explained. "We decided to just wait for you." She walked her brother-in-law passed the nurse's station.

"Don't we need to know which room she's in?"

Phoebe shook her head. "They told us as they were wheeling her in." She pointed down the hallway. "Three-ten." She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Good luck, Andy."

"Thanks Phoebe!" Andy scooped the witch off the ground and hugged her. "I'll be out in a while."

Phoebe grinned as she exited the swinging double doors. "He's in for the shock of his life."

----

Prue grabbed the edges of bed railing, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Agh! Where the hell is he?"

"He'll be here soon," Paige promised. She moved Prue's wet hair from her face. "And boy will he be surprised."

Prue absently sunk her teeth into her lip, drawing red blood. "Shit!"

"I got it." Paige reached into her pocket, retrieving a tissue. She dabbed her big sister's bitten lip, wiping away the blood trail. She smiled warmly. "Thanks for coming back and handling the worst part."

Prue glared. "You're welcome," came her heavily sarcastic reply.

The door burst open. "Paige! Oh god, I'm so sorry I'm-" He froze at the sight of his pregnant wife in the bed. He blinked several times, wondering if it was a mirage. "P-Prue?"

"That just keeps happening to you today, doesn't it?"

"Excuse me sir, but you can't be in here. Only one family member in the delivery room-"

"I'm leaving," Paige announced. "I was just here for moral support until my brother-in-law could make it." She leaned into Prue, kissing her clammy head, and then made a beeline for the door. "C'mon Andy, lets go get you your scrubs." She grabbed his wrist, pulling the stunned man out the door.

"How the hell-"

"It's a long story," the Charmed whitewitch interjected. "You just do your fatherly duties right now. We'll explain after the baby's born, when Prue isn't in so much pain. And believe me, Andy, it's a damn lot of pain." She slipped off the green scrubs from her day clothing, and handed them to her brother-in-law.

Andy shook his head. His body was shaking as he slid the green scrubs over his jeans. "Paige. This is incredible. I mean, I just don't understand." His voice was low and crackly. "Is she here to stay? Does Pandora know yet?"

"Pandora's seen her, but they didn't have time to talk. And yes, she is here to stay." Paige leaned in her tip toes and kissed her mortal brother-in-law's cheeks. "You've been a world of support Andy. And all I ask in for return is that you don't ask questions until the baby's born. Okay?"

Andy dabbed the corner of his wet eyes. "I think I can do that."

"Thank you."

"No." Andrew grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to face him. "Thank you, Paige. You have no idea how much support you've been to me." Before she could respond, he pulled her into a bear hug. "You're more like her than you'll ever know."

Paige wriggled from his arms, and pointed to the door. "Come tell us everything as soon as you can, okay?"

Andy nodded. He pushed though the door, allowing it to swing closed behind him. Once inside the room, he looked around in awe. It was alive with the bustle of doctors and the beeping of machines, all which was nearly drowned out by Prue's incessant screams and groans of pain. He shuffled across the waxy white floor, stopping at the edge of his wife's bed. "Prue?"

"You're late," the witch replied stonily. "And you have no idea how much this sucks."

"But at least we're both here." Andy leaned in, kissing his wife's pale lips. "And this time we won't have any demonic interruption."

"Andy!" Prue glanced around, relieved to note that the doctors weren't paying attention to their conversation in the slightest. It still annoyed her that he'd even brought up Pandora's birth, though.

----Flashback----

There was another swirl of aqua lights and then Piper, Phoebe, and Paige appeared in a small cave behind Talia.

There was an ear crushing scream from a newborn baby.

Talia proudly held up her prize; she wasn't aware that Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were there.

Suddenly there was a swirl of white lights, then Andy Trudeau appeared falling in mid air. He snatched the baby from Talia's arms and landed on the ground. "Hands off my daughter!" He warned. He stroked the screaming child's face and then the crying stopped.

"No!" Talia screamed. She created a fire ball and sent it flying at Andy.

"N..no!" Prue managed to yell. She squinted her eyes and sent the fire ball flying into Talia's chest, which sent Talia smashing into the opposite wall.

"Prue!" Piper, Phoebe, and Paige cried out in unison. They rushed to their sister's side.

Andy rushed over to Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige; while still holding his newborn daughter.

----Flashback----

"How much longer?" Andy asked, looking towards the head doctor.

The doctor frowned. "It looks like it'll still be a few ours before she can start pushing," he regretfully informed.

"A few hours!" Prue shouted. Her face had an almost purple hue from the labor pains. "Isn't there something you can do?"

The doctor frowned darkly. "Ms. Halliwell, the best thing you can do is to remain calm-"

"Calm?" Prue's blue eyes glazed with anger. "Does it look like I can remain calm right now?"

The doctor decided his efforts might be better with Andy, and turned towards the mortal. "Please, I'm sorry there's nothing we can do. When it's time for your wife to push, we'll let you know." He moved to the nurse, whispered something to her, and fled the pristinely white room.

"Oooh!" Prue hissed. A machine rolled across the room, smashing into the wall.

"Prue!"

"Not my fault," Prue growled lowly. "I can't control them when I'm like this."

Andy glanced down at his watch. A few more hours, Andy. Just a few more hours.

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"Wait!" Persia grabbed her half sister by the arm, yanking her back behind the dumpster in which they'd shimmered in behind. "Put on the sweat jacket."

Pamela crossed her arms, glaring at her big sister. "Why should I? You're not my mom. You can't tell me what to do."

"Pamela Turner," she growled. "I can always get your father."

Pam glared. "Fine." She snatched the jacket from her sister's outstretched hand, and slipped it on over her red overalls. Turning sharply, she rounded the corner of the building and stomped off towards the entrance.

"When I see mommy?"

Persia looked down at her cousin sympathetically. She scooped Pandora into her arms, wincing slightly at the weight of the child, and hobbled around the dumpster to the Bay General entrance. "Soon, baby."

"Why couldn't me sees her before?"

"Because it was too dangerous," Persia explained, stepping through the electronic doors and hurrying towards the waiting room. "You'll see her soon, okay? I promise." She set her cousin down and slid her fingers around the telepath's. "And your new baby sister, too." She glanced up at the illuminated directory, and led her cousin in the arrow directly them towards the waiting room.

"Will mommy leave soon?"

Persia chewed her lip, unsure how to answer the grief stricken child. "I don't know, Pandy. I honestly don't know."

"What if I be real good?"

"Oh honey!" Persia dropped to her knees. She grabbed her cousin by the waist, pulled her to her chest, and hugged her. "You don't think your mom left because of you, do you?"

Pandora sniffled. "I did the spell," she whimpered. Her nose was running now, and tears were spilling from her eyes like water overflowing a pot.

"No!" Persia pulled the child back and locked her eyes. "Don't you dare think that! It wasn't your fault at all! It was The Source's. The evil man's. You know, the one we vanquished in the attic today?"

Pandora nodded.

"It was his fault, not yours. Do you understand me?"

Through tears, Pandora nodded. "I miss mommy."

"I know, baby. I know." Persia ascended to her full height, and led Pandora into the waiting room. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Paige sitting with her mother and Aunt Piper, instead of Prue. "Whoa! What the heck is going on here? Where's Aunt Prue?"

"In the delivery room," Paige grinned.

"H-how?"

"Long story," Piper waved away. "After the baby's born, and everyone's together, we figure we'll explain it then so that we don't have to tell it a million and one times."

"It gets old." Phoebe leaned over Piper, grinning at Pandora. "Hey, buttercup! What's up? Ya wanna come see Auntie Phoebe?"

Pandora nodded. She reached up, grabbing her aunt's hands and climbing into her lap.

That was when Phoebe noticed her wet eyes. "Pandora." She dabbed the Kindergartener's eyes with her shirt. "What's wrong?"

"Where is mommy?"

"Your mom and dad are in the delivery room," Piper chirped. "You'll see them soon." She made an invisible 'x' over her heart. "Cross my heart."

Pandora wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Okay."

"How did you get here?" Paige suddenly asked.

"Pam-" Persia stopped mid sentence. "Wait, you guys haven't seen Pamela?"

Phoebe shook her head.

"But she ran in here ahead of us!" Persia swung around. She cupped her hands over her mouth. "Pam! Pamela Turner!"

Paige hopped to her feet, moving up behind her niece. "Shh. Calm down. I'll help you look for her." She turned around to Phoebe. "Why don't you leave Pandora with Piper, and help us?"

"Is that okay baby girl?" Piper asked as she pulled Pandora into her lap. "Will you hang out with your old, boring Aunt Piper for a while?"

Pandora smiled weakly. "You not bowing," she defended.

Piper ruffled her niece's raven locks. "I'm glad someone thinks so." She kissed her head as she waved her sisters and niece away. "Hurry up!"

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"Uncle Cole?" Phiona trotted into The Villa's kitchen. She placed her hands on her hips. "I hate this house," she sighed. "It's just too big." She cautiously placed a foot onto the shiny, white and blue tiled floor and began to tread across it. Looking around, she knew that her mother would have a hay day with a kitchen like The Villa's.

It had a center island, somewhat like at the Manor, with a blue marble countertop. But it also had a restaurant-style stove, cutlery section of the main countertop, and a double oven. All of which were stainless steal. The room was lined with top of the line knives, plastic cutting boards, and a hanging rack of every cooking utensil imaginable. The matching pan set actually sparkled when the sun beamed through the kitchen window each morning.

Phiona Wyatt moved soundlessly to the stainless steal refrigerator, and leaned on her tip toes to grab the high hand. She wrapped her fingers around it tightly, until they turned an almost white color, and swung the heavy door open with all her might. To her delight, she found the fridge freshly stocked with a plethora of fresh fruits, vegetables, deserts, and half of a leftover roast that her mother had prepared the previous week when the entire family had joined at Phoebe's house for dinner. It had been in honor of Glenn's miraculous recovery from the brink of death.

The Blessed One brushed her chin with her thumb and index finger. She was trying to decide between the her mother's famous peach cobbler, or the cheesecake with a homemade strawberry topping. She squinted, finally giving into the cheesecake. "Okay, come here, you piece of deliouseness, you." She stretched as far as she could, but to her disappointment, she was just a few inches too short. The witch glanced over her shoulder, making sure nobody was around.

Phiona arched out her arm. A cloud of orbs burst from her fingertips, shooting up at the plate of plastic wrap covered cheesecake, and telekinetically lifting it into the air. Steadily, the orbs began to descend, bringing the plate with it. Then she froze. It had been quiet, almost silent, but she'd heard it just the same. A miniscule tap of someone's shoe on the cold tile.

The Blessed One spun around, the cheesecake still hanging within the orb cloud above her head. She didn't see a thing. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Nothing seemed displaced. "Uncle Cole?" Nothing. "Prissy?" She stepped forward, cautiously. A lump was forming in her throat. She tried to swallow it, only to have it grow larger. "Who's there?"

Phiona dared to step closer. She was halfway between the refrigerator and the island, now. Then she felt her body being lifted from the ground by an unseen force. Red indentations bore into the flesh around her neck as an invisible hand began to strangle the little girl. The orbs vanished from the plate, sending it shattering to the tiled floor. She tried to scream, but not a sound filtered from her mouth. Help! Somebody, help me! Anybody!

Phiona kicked wildly at the open air, but she had no success in connecting with anything solid. The more she kicked, the more her lungs screamed for air. She could feel her heart rate slowing, and her eyes began to pop as she realized that in moments she would be dead. She wiggled her fingers frantically, attempting to wield her power advancement in the direction of one of the chef's knives. Unfortunately, she still didn't have control over it. Nothing.

"Phiona?"

Uncle Cole! Uncle Cole, help me! She tried to scream, to call out to him, but she couldn't. With all her strength, she twisted her small hand in the direction of the hanging pots and pans, emitting a stream of glowing orbs. They smacked into the shiny objects, sending them shattering to the tile floor with an echoing effect.

"Phiona!" Cole instantly appeared at the edge of the kitchen. His face was illuminated partly by the glow of the refrigerator, and partly by the neon energy ball that was hovering just above his hand. His eyes twinkled with hatred as he flung the deadly weapon in the direction of the empty air, before his niece. It passed right through, destroying three shelves in the refrigerator. Again, he summoned another energy ball, this time hurling it behind his hovering niece. Bingo! This time he'd hit something.

With a gasp, Phiona toppled to the ground. Her hands flew to her bruised neck, touching it gingerly. Her face had a purpled hue, from going so long without oxygen. Her small chest heaved up and down. She hadn't the strength to crawl away.

Cole lunged into the kitchen, pounding his fist into the place where his energy ball had stuck something invisible. His hand passed through, and he tumbled onto the counter. "Where are you?" He growled. His icy blue eyes swept the kitchen, looking for any clue as to where his niece's attacker might be.

Phiona doubled over. She clamped her eyes shut, and remained breathing hard.

Hearing his niece's strained breaths, Cole abandon his search, and dropped to the tile floor. "Are you okay, Phi?"

Weakly, Phiona Wyatt nodded.

"C'mere," the half demon whispered softly. He pulled his niece into his arms and gently brushed her hair. "We're going to go get your cousins and Glenn." He secured his arms around Phiona and shimmered.

----

Prue's hand swiped through Andy's.

"Prue!" Andy watched as her phased hand returned to its solid state, and he grabbed it within his own. "You have to try and control this!"

"I can't!" Tears were sprouting in her blue eyes.

Lowering his voice, the Inspector whispered, "What if your entire body does it? What if one of them sees you? Prue, you have to try!"

Prue clutched her husband's hand. "It hurts so much," she sobbed.

"The heart monitor!"

One of the nurses lurched forward, grabbing the monitor as the plug jerked from the wall and it began to slide away from Prue's bed. "What the hell is going on?" She shook her head, returning the machine to its place. "Doctor, I think we might have electrical problems. We may have to move her. We can't afford to take the risk of delivering a child into a room where the machines keep bursting from their wall sockets."

The head doctor touched his chin, nodding softly. "Okay." He directed his nurse to the door. "Go to the front desk, and see if we can get another room. Hurry!"

The nurse turned swiftly, grabbing the door and hightailing it out of the room. It almost seemed as though she was more afraid for herself, rather than for Prue and the baby.

Andy narrowed his eyes. "Prue…"

Prue gulped. I have to stop my powers from going out of control! If we move to a new room and this happens, they'll start to suspect something.

----

Pamela Turner leaned quietly in the doorway of a hospital room. After she'd wandered in through the front doors, she hadn't the faintest idea which way to go. Of course waiting for her half sister would've been a knock at her pride, so she randomly chose a direction and went with it. Now she found herself in a quite desolate hallway, where only a few nurses came through every now and then.

"W-who's th-ere?" The voice seemed almost ancient. Rough, like sandpaper. But hidden under the years, there was a kindness.

"Hi," Pam replied softly. She tip toed into the room, careful not to make any loud noises.

An old woman roused herself from her hospital bed. She had shoulder length, snow white hair that looked as frail as tissue paper. Her face was severely wrinkled, and her golden-gray eyes only partially peeked out from beneath her squinted eyelids. She was wearing a long, white cotton night gown with a lace trimmed collar. She looked slightly like the woman who played the older version of Rose Dawson in the hit movie, 'Titanic'.

The old woman reached blindly at the nightstand beside her bed, grabbing for a pair of tiny, cat eye spectacles. She missed nearly four times, before finally landing her wrinkled, bent fingers around the frames. She pulled them up, rubbed the top of the lenses over her nightgown, and adjusted them on the bridge of her nose. "Who do we h-have he-re?" Her voice cracked as she spoke.

Pam hesitated a moment, and then moved to the bedside. "Pam." She was completely monosyllabic.

"Pam?" The wrinkled woman chuckled. "I used to kn-know a litt-le girl named Pam." She pursed her pale, chapped lips. "I'm Val." She held out her ancient looking hand.

Pam chewed at her lower lip, before laying her baby soft fingers into the old woman's. "Nice to meet you."

The old woman grinned. "How did you get here, dear?"

Pamela smiled. Her shoulders slumped in relaxation. The woman slightly reminded her of her own great grandmother. She guessed it was the way she added the word 'dear' to the end of her sentence. "I dunno," she replied.

"Not many people come to visit me." The old woman seemed brighter now, not stuttering so much anymore. "Too old, I suppose." She feebly crawled from the covers, and leaned against her two pillows.

"I'm sorry." Pam frowned. She really didn't know what to say. She was beginning to feel sorry for the old woman. Even, partly, herself. Maybe I shouldn't have come?

As if reading her thoughts, the woman said, "I'm glad you came." She raked a shaky hand through her white hair. "How old are you, dear?"

"Seven and a half," the witch-demoness replied.

"Oh wow!" The old woman smiled enthusiastically. "Seven and a half," she repeated. "That's a big age!"

Pam nodded proudly. "I'll be eight on August third," she announced.

"My husband's birthday used to be in August too," the old woman replied wistfully.

"Used to be?"

"He passed away." Val's head dropped to her chest. "A long, long time ago."

Pamela turned her head away. "I'm sorry," she whispered again. She'd just gotten over her aunt's death, and now suddenly, her aunt was back. She didn't know what to think. She was half afraid that They would take her away again.

"Something wrong, child?"

Pam laced her fingers together. "No."

"You look sad."

"I'm not," the partial witch lied.

"Are you sure?"

Pam nodded.

"Why don't you pull up a chair?" Val motioned to one of the chair in the corner of the room. "Can you stay a while?"

Pam glanced at the doorway. Nobody was there, and she doubted anyone would be looking for her. She shrugged. Why not? The Blessed One sauntered across the room, grabbed a chair, and dragged it noisily across the floor to the old woman's bedside. As she sat down she asked, "Why are you here?"

Val didn't even look up. "To die."

----

"What are we even looking for?" Glenn stood before the podium that the Book of Shadows rested on, and flipped madly through its pages.

"Beings with the power of invisibility, ghosts, phantoms…"

"Well that narrows it down," Glenn growled sarcastically.

"It does, actually. Invisibility is a rarer power, and highly coveted," Cole sneered. He was kneeling at Pearl's couch, and dabbing a cool cloth on Phiona's neck. "He also has hands," he noted. The marks on his niece's neck her clearly physical handprints.

"Uncle Glenn?"

"Yes sweetie?" Glenn's attention was instantly on Piper's eldest daughter. "Do you need something? What do you want?"

Phiona smiled slightly. Glenn was the youngest of her uncles, and she often found him to be highly comforting, because he could relate to more than her other uncles could. "Can you get me the scrying crystal?"

"The scrying crystal?" Glenn scratched his head. "Uhm…"

"It's near the typewriter, over there." Phiona's eyes flicked in the direction of the Book of Shadows, and then swept across the room to a typewriter that rested on a wooden table.

Glenn shuffled across the room, grabbed a map of San Francisco and an amethyst scrying crystal, and shuffled back over to his niece. "What do you need it for?"

Cole placed his hand to his forehead. "A scrying crystal?" He repeated. "It's name says it all!"

Glenn shook his head, still not gathering whatever Cole was getting at.

"Nevermind," the half demon frowned.

"Uncle Cole?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you go get me a q-tip?"

"What for, honey?"

"You'll see."

Cole kissed his niece's head. "I'll be right back. You hang tight, kiddo." He heaved up from his kneeling position, and left the room.

"So what are you doing, exactly?" Glenn squatted next to the couch, staring intently at the map. He knew his wife and sisters-in-law often used it to find demons, but he didn't know its inner workings.

"I'm going to scry for my demon," she replied vaguely. "Which means as long as I have something of his, and he's somewhere above ground in San Francisco, I can track him." She held up the amethyst crystal. "The crystal projects my inner magic through it, and hunts for whatever I'm looking for."

"Oh." Glenn rubbed his nose. "So it's kind of like a magical GPS?"

"Exactly!"

Glenn grinned, ruffling Phiona's hair. "Thanks."

Phiona beamed. "No problem."

"Phi?"

The Blessed One turned halfway around, careful not to crane her neck. "Thanks," she said as Cole moved to her and handed her the q-tip. She rubbed it against the bruises on her neck.

"What're you trying to do?"

"Epitheliums," Phiona explained. "Like on 'CSI,' you know? The DNA tissue." She pinched the q-tip and the chain of her crystal together, and held it above the map which now rested on her lap. "I know he grabbed me with his bare hands. I felt them. They were so cold. Almost clammy." She straightened a little, and gave the crystal a little swing. It didn't move for several seconds, and then as it slowed, it began to pick up a rhythm all its own. The witch-whitelighter hummed in satisfaction.

"Brilliant!" Cole's eyes shined. "I never would've thought to do that!"

"Now lets just hope this bastard is someone on this map," Glenn said as he watched his niece intently.

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"Pamela Victoria Turner!" Phoebe's hands were cupped around her mouth as she bellowed down a brightly lit, but very desolate hospital corridor. She sighed, bringing her hands to her hips. "Where the hell is she?"

"Maybe you should try to get a premonition?" Paige suggested.

Phoebe chewed her lip. She placed her hand to the wall and began to drag it across. "This is useless," she growled. "We're not going to find my daughter like this!"

"Calm down-"

"Calm down? Calm down? Paige! My daughter is missing! How can I calm down? We're not just talking about any normal child, Paige. We're talking about Pamela! She's one of the most coveted magical beings around!" The psychic buried her head into her hands. "I can't believe this," she whispered. It was then that she felt her back pocket vibrate. Hurriedly, she snatched her cellular phone from her jeans and held it up to her ear. "Hello? Piper?" Her face fell. "Persia."

Paige blinked curiously, awaiting explanation.

"No, we haven't had any luck either." Phoebe chewed her lip. "She hasn't passed by Piper?" Her hand was curling to a fist. "Paige just suggested that, but I didn't get one." She shook her head in frustration. "No, but-"

"Phone." In an envelopment of orbs, the cellular device transported into Paige's awaiting palm. "Persia? Hi, it's Aunt Paige. Look, where are you?" She listened intently, as she backed away from Phoebe's reddening glare. "Why don't you meet us by the cafeteria?" She raked her pale fingers through her hair. "No. I've got an idea." Her lips moved silently for several seconds, and then she nodded to herself. "We'll see you there. Bye." She flipped the phone closed and held it back to her big sister. "C'mon. I've got a plan."

"It sure as hell better be good," Phoebe replied acidly. She grabbed the phone from Paige's hand and stuffed it back into her pocket, before treading after her sister.

----

"Where are we?" Pearlinda Belland glanced around the abandon warehouse she was in. Skepticism was chiseled into her soft features. "I don't like the feeling."

"This is where I tracked my demon friend too," Phiona answered. The latter part of her sentence dripped with sarcasm.

"Wow," Pearl replied, equally sarcastic. "And we came here completely unprepared. How very smart of us."

"We brought you, didn't we?"

"I know that!" Pearl snapped. "But you said yourself that he's invisible." She glanced around again, not catching sight of anything moving. "How're we gonna find him?"

Phiona scratched her head, looking at Cole. "Uhm-"

"Okay, maybe we didn't think that far ahead." Cole frowned, holding out his hand. "Do you want to go back and get a spell from the Book of Shad-" His words were cut off abruptly, as he went hurtling across the empty warehouse.

"Uncle Cole!" Phiona shouted. Her hands swung outwards, and a net of orbs appeared swinging through the air.

Just as swift, Pearl curled her fingers and summoned an explosive light sphere, to which she held close to her as her eyes swept the room cautiously. Her eyes traveled to the floor, where the faintest outline of dirt appeared behind her cousin. "Phiona!" She swung the light ball. It hit something, for a spray of charcoal black blood spurted across her and Phiona. Luckily, it also dotted a partial outline of their invisible being. The contanst spray of black blood, from what appeared to be a limp, also helped to clue them in.

Phiona reeled back, shooting a burst of orbs at her enemy, sending him or her sailing across the cement floor.

Pearl clasped her hand against her cousin's, pulling her close. "Innate power we do invoke, a witch's scorn you have awoke!" She looked to Phiona, imploring her to create an impromptu finish to her spell.

Phiona shook her head, watching as black smoke poured from the partially invisible chest of her attacker. "B-blessed powers to o-o-obliterate, the injustice you've reiterate!"

"Agh!" The voice was brusque. The demon's body flashed a deep shade of burnt orange, before revealing a burly looking demon with rubbery, mutated lime green skin and spiraling red and white eyes. His right arm was still gushing black, bloody spurts as he howled in agony of the cousins' spell.

Then in an atomic-like blast, he exploded. The force echoed through the empty warehouse, literally sending Phiona and Pearl in opposite directions, landing them each on their asses. When the smoke of his vanquish cleared, a fine spray of black goo and green slivers of wrinkled skin were splayed on every surface of the warehouse.

"Gross," Phiona groaned. She struggled to her feet and disgustedly pulled a sticky piece of lime green flesh from her arm.

"Nice impromptu," Pearl complimented. She raked her fingers through her hair, wiping away blobs of black and peels of green.

Phiona crossed her arms. "I just want to get home," she frowned. She held out her hand. "If I don't take a shower soon, I swear I'll vanquish myself."

Cole, who had been sprayed like everything else, glanced over his shoulder at Pearl. "I suppose you're taking the other one?"

"Well we were the ones who did the vanquish," Pearl countered. She folded her arms defensively. "I think we deserve it."

Cole moaned as he placed a hand on each of his nieces' shoulders, and shimmered back to the Manor.

----

"What's the bright idea?" Phoebe Halliwell crossed her arms tightly.

"Hold out your hand," Paige instructed her eldest niece.

"What?"

"Hold out your hand," Paige replied. She demonstrated. "Like so."

Persia shifted uncomfortably. "Why?"

"Just do it!" Paige flicked her wrist in Phoebe's direction. "Can't you see how upset your mother is?"

Not wanting to argue, Perisa complied with her youngest aunt's strange request. "Now what?"

"Take her hand."

"Paige?"

"Phoebe." Paige crossed her arms.

Phoebe slid her hand into Persia's. Nothing. "What is the big-" She gasped.

----Premonition----

Pam burst through the electronic doors. She stopped in the entrance, staring blankly up at the illuminated hospital directory. She squinted her eyes at the words she couldn't read, and the arrows pointing to which way the said area would be. Finally, she tossed her hands into the air and headed down the hallway marked, 'East Wing: Rooms 100-300'.

As she turned the corner, she passed an elderly man in a wheelchair, with a nurse pushing him from behind. She cringed at the oxygen mask strapped to his Jaundice face, just below his dull brown eyes. She slipped further down the hall, and leapt into a jog. Her brown hair bobbed around her head as she ran. Within moments, she came to a stop as she neared an open door.

Curiously, she leaned quietly on the door frame.

"W-who's th-ere?" The voice seemed almost ancient. Rough, like sandpaper. But hidden under the years, there was a kindness.

"Hi," Pam replied softly. She tip toed into the room, careful not to make any loud noises.

An old woman roused herself from her hospital bed. She had shoulder length, snow white hair that looked as frail as tissue paper. Her face was severely wrinkled, and her golden-gray eyes only partially peeked out from beneath her squinted eyelids. She was wearing a long, white cotton night gown with a lace trimmed collar. She looked slightly like the woman who played the older version of Rose Dawson in the hit movie, 'Titanic'.

The old woman reached blindly at the nightstand beside her bed, grabbing for a pair of tiny, cat eye spectacles. She missed nearly four times, before finally landing her wrinkled, bent fingers around the frames. She pulled them up, rubbed the top of the lenses over her nightgown, and adjusted them on the bridge of her nose. "Who do we h-have he-re?" Her voice cracked as she spoke.

Pam hesitated a moment, and then moved to the bedside. As she passed the opened door, the front read, 'Room 256'.

----Premonition----

"Mom?" Persia wrenched her hand away. She waved her hand in front of her mother's face. "Mom!"

Phoebe blinked several times.

"Did you see what you needed?" Paige inquired.

"Room two-fifty-six," Phoebe replied robotically.

"Lets go!" The whitelighter turned on her heel, speeding from the cafeteria with her sister and niece at her heels.

----

"Those are very unique earrings," Val suddenly announced. Her eyes twinkled as she moved her old, shaky hand to the side of Pamela's face.

Pam instantly pulled away, suddenly unsure of the old woman's intentions.

Val stopped, shaking her head. Her face flushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"Why do you like them?" Pamela asked quietly. She was still keeping her distance.

"Do you know what they are?" Val asked, her eyes twinkling again.

Pamela chewed her lip, wondering if she should play dumb or tell the old woman the truth. Finally, she shook her head. "Do you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

Val pursed her lips. Her gold-gray eyes were still locked on the earrings. "That symbol is called a Triquetra," she explained. "It's an ancient symbol for the Triple Goddess: the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone. It symbolizes the transition from youth, to an adult, and finally an elder." She squinted at the small, gold Triquetras on each of the Blessed One's ears. "Where did you get them?"

"My mom and aunts gave them to me."

"Your mother," she paused, "and aunts?"

Pam nodded.

Val held out her hand. "Come here, child." She smiled softly. "It's okay. Please."

Pam tapped her foot anxiously, wondering if she should just leave now. Her instincts were telling her Val was okay, though. She frowned, but stepped towards the old woman anyway.

"Take my hand."

"Why?"

"I want to see something."

"What?"

Val's dull eyes were pleading. "It would make an old, dying woman very happy."

Finally, the witch-demoness stuck out her hand and laid it into Val's. She cringed a little. The old woman's hand felt like the top of a pumpkin pie, under plastic wrap.

Val's eyes suddenly glazed over in a gray hue, shining like two silver dollars. Her body went rigid, but a wide smile still played brightly on her lips.

----Premonition----

Charcoal black ruffles of hair, highlighted with soft deep brown streaks, hung down a young woman's bare, bronzed back. Her eyes were an ice blue, with an unmistakable glimmer. Her lips were darkly rouged, and her eyes trimmed lightly in deep black liner. Her eyes were thick with mascara, although it was clear that they were already long and thick, thus not needing the extra weight. She wore a simple, pale yellow cotton nightgown and was propped up against the headboard of a bed.

In the young woman's arms, for she was no more than twenty-five years of age, was a small infant in a pink fleece blanket. In the corner of the blanket was stitched a small 'P,' in dark bubblegum pink thread. The young woman rocked the infant child, softly humming an inaudible tune.

"Pam?"

The young woman, Pamela Turner, glanced up. Her lips parted as she smiled warmly at the man leaning in her doorway. "Come see your daughter," she smiled.

"I'm sorry," he apologized mournfully. The man approached Pamela and stood next to her bed, leaning over his child and her mother. "She's beautiful," he breathed. His eyes were misty. Sweeping his eyes across the bed, he noticed a yellowed paper rolled out on the empty half of the bed. "You've been looking up names?"

"I think I've found one I like," Pamela announced. She held their daughter towards the man.

Eagerly, he scooped the newborn into his arms and cradled her close to his strong chest.

Pamela Turner snatched the paper from the empty bedside, and rolled it up, pointing towards the top. "Robert Parker," she announced with finality.

"You want to name our daughter Robert?" The man's brows arched upwards in amusement.

Pamela glared. "You know what I mean!"

"Roberta?" He chuckled, pointing towards the 'P' stitched into the blanket. "If you were going to name her that, you didn't have to spend the last two trimesters of you pregnancy learning how to sew, honey."

"Steven," the demoness-witch growled playfully. She hid 'Robert' under her left index finger, and pointed at 'Parker.'

Steven stared lovingly down at his daughter. "What do you think, sweetheart? Do you want to be a Parker?"

The pink face baby just blinked her glimmering, blue eyes in response.

"Parker it is," Steven finally announced. He smiled warmly at Pamela. "Parker Beatrice Pritchett."

Pamela reached up, touching the side of her newborn daughter's face. "The most powerful child to exist to date," she breathed coolly. "The Thrice Blessed Child."

----Premonition----

Val's hand ripped from Pamela's, as her serene smile was suddenly replace with a crooked, gasp of terror. She shrieked, just as Phoebe burst into the room.

"Pamela!" Phoebe's eyes toured the room, and then she grabbed her daughter from the bed and pulled her away. "What the hell is going on in here?"

Pam shook her head. She was shivering. She knew the signs of a premonition when she saw one. She'd grown up seeing her mother have them all the time. She just couldn't understand what had happened. She was smiling at whatever she saw, the Blessed child thought, and then she acted horrified!

"Pammy," Phoebe spoke softly, "what happened in here?"

"I d-dunno," Pam whimpered. Her eyes traveled back to the horrified woman in the bed.

The old woman was staring frightfully at Pam. Her old eyes were wide. "Protect her with your life," she choked, barely above a whisper.

Phoebe and Paige exchanged looks.

"Who?" Pamela Turner dared to ask.

"Your daughter." A shrill beeping filled the room at the heart monitor flat lined. The old woman's eyes were still frozen in terror.

"Oh! We are so getting out of here!" Paige grabbed her older sister's wrist and yanked her from the room.

"Paige-"

"The old woman was crazy," Paige shivered.

"But she said Pam was in danger!"

Persia grabbed her mother by the arm, bringing the witch to a halt. "If Pam's in danger, then we can protect her." She flicked her hand at the door of Val's hospital room, just as a horde of doctors and nurses rushed in. "But how much can an old woman know, anyway?"

"She was probably on hallucinogenic drugs," Paige added. "C'mon. We have to get back to Piper and let her know that everything's fine." The youngest Charmed One tore down the hallway, leaving her sister and nieces to stare at each other.

Finally, Persia waved them along. "Aunt Paige is right." After a beat, she lifted her hand from her mother's arm and ran along down the hallway.

"Pam?" Phoebe stared at her daughter in the silence of the hall. "What happened in there?"

Pam chewed her lower lip, and then shook her head. "N-nothing," she said in a low voice.

"Are you sure?"

Pam nodded. "We just talked."

Phoebe shifted her weight between both her feet, and then took her youngest daughter's hand again. "Okay," she said finally. "Lets go then." As they stared to walk she added, "And Pam? If you remember anything else, you know it's okay to tell me, right?"

Pam looked away from her mom and shook her head, signaling that she understood.

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Prue's crystal blue eyes squeezed shut and all the world seemed to disappear not only in sight, but sound as well. She was blocking it all. The eldest Charmed One could feel small, bubbling tears slide down her cheeks and every once in a while, she could feel the warmth of Andy's fingers brush them away.

"Prue?"

The witch squeezed her husband's hand again, this time not due to unbearable pain, but simply because she was scared. Scared of everything that would happen once their child, their daughter, arrived. When Pandora had been born, she hadn't been nearly as scared as she was at this point in time.

Despite Talia, the demon who'd tried to steal her daughter. And despite the fact that she'd been all alone, giving birth in the Underworld. Deep in her heart, she knew that her sisters would come and save her. She knew that Talia needed Pandora, and thus wouldn't hurt her. But now, she didn't know what to think. She knew that there was a real possibility that her second daughter, the one that was never supposed to be her and Andy's in the first place, could be taken away.

"It's okay, Prue. I'm here for you." Andy pressed his soft lips to Prue's damp cheek. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "And I love you. Nothing's going to get in the way of our family. I promise you that."

Prue's face reddened as another bout of pain sliced through her abdomen. "I…love you…too."

"Ms. Halliwell?" The doctor glanced up from the end of the bed. "We need you to give the final push."

Prue choked. "Andy…"

"Come on, Prue. We've been in spots tougher than this before." Andy brushed his fingers over her sticky, black hair. "One more push, and you'll have our little girl in your arms."

Prue's eyes lifted to the ceiling. One more push. Her lips curved as she opened her mouth and scrunched her wet, red eyelids over her eyes. Her scream rivaled a plane breaking the sound barrier. By prompt of the burning sensation in her throat, her lips slapped back together. It was then that she heard the rewarding cries of a newborn child. Her newborn child.

----

Pandora's frown reversed instantly. She nudged her Aunt Piper, waking the Charmed One from her partial slumber.

"Huh?" Piper looked around, confused. "What's going on? Where…" She glanced down at the small hand on her shoulder. Her brown eyes fluttered in remembrance. "Pandora?"

"You fell asleep, Piper." Paige smiled playfully at her older sister.

"Did Prue have the baby yet?"

Phoebe and Paige shook their heads.

Persia cupped her hand over her mouth, stifling a yawn. "I hope the labor doesn't go into tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to stay away." She yawned again, before pulling her feet onto the edge of the chair, and wrapping her slender arms around her knees.

Phoebe grinned, flicking her wrist in the direction of the delivery wing. "I don't think so."

"Andy!" Piper squealed, jumping to her feet.

"Daddy!"

Piper set the small witch on the ground, watching in glee as she threw herself into her brother-in-law's arms. "So? What's the verdict?"

Andy spun his eldest daughter around and kissed her forehead repeatedly. "She's beautiful."

"What does she look like?" Paige inquired excitedly. She was moving towards the double doors as fast as her legs would carry her.

"Why don't you come see for yourself?" Andy peered over Phoebe's shoulder at his oldest niece, who was slowly peeling herself from the chair in which she'd just become comfortable in.

"Me first! Me first!" Phoebe practically bulldozed Andy and her sisters out of the way to get to the double doors, where she charged in ahead of them all.

"Where's Pam?" The mortal asked, noticing that she wasn't there as she had been several hours earlier.

"She got tired." Persia drowsily wandered up behind Paige. She blinked twice, watching her red faced mother come back through the swinging doors.

"I just realized," Phoebe blushed, "I don't know what room they moved her to."

Piper snickered. "What'd you do? Walk in on someone?"

"No!" Phoebe folded her arms like a pouting child. "I just may of accidentally walked in while they were trying to clean up the room."

Piper glanced at her brother-in-law. "What room?"

Andy spun on his heel, turning back through the double doors and beckoning his sisters-in-law and niece to follow him.

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Phiona rolled over in bed, glancing at the doorway and then burying her face into her pillow. She moaned.

"Can't sleep?"

Popping her head back up, she could see the dark outline of her older cousin in the doorway. "No."

"Me neither." Pearlinda trotted across the room until she reached Phiona's bed. "Can I climb in?"

"Sure." Phiona sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, until she was leaning against the wall.

Pearl climbed onto the rumpled, pink sheets and squirmed under the covers. "So, do you think Aunt Prue had the baby yet?"

Phiona shrugged her shoulders. "I was actually thinking about calling mom's cell phone."

Pearl snickered. "I was just thinking about calling mom." She glanced at the ceiling.

The younger witch ran a hand through her near blonde hair. "I'm never gonna get to sleep unless I know."

Pearl craned her neck to check the clock. "It's five minutes passed midnight." She laced her fingers together nervously. "Ya wanna?"

Phiona frowned. "Yeah."

The eldest Blessed One cupped her hands around her mouth. "Mom!"

Phiona sighed. "I'm going to be so tired in the morning!"

----

As Paige lifted her foot to step into Prue's room, the sound of her daughter's voice rang in her head. "Ah crap!"

"What?" Piper looked alarmed. "Is it Max again?"

Paige shook her head.

"Tyler?"

"Nope." Paige grabbed the doorframe, stealing a glance at Prue and the pink bundle in her arms. "Pearl."

"Go figure."

"Seriously. She has bad timing."

"She probably wants an update."

"Yeah." Paige slipped into the room and shut the door behind herself. "I'll be right back," she moaned. She winked at her older sister as she orbed out.

Phoebe bounded onto the bed, giggling like a school girl. "Lemme see!"

Prue pulled the child closer to her chest. "Piper! Did you let Phoebe have any sugar tonight?"

Piper shrugged. "It was only a Milky Way."

Prue rolled her eyes. "Wonderful."

Phoebe glared. "If you didn't have my wittle niecey wiecey in your arms, I'd so smack you!"

"I know," Prue intoned. "Which is why I'm not giving her up."

Piper slid between Andy and the bed. "Can I steal a peek?"

The raven haired witch slid the pink blanket down from around her newborn's face, revealing a pinkish-red, heart shaped face, big hazel eyes, and a head full of dark brown hair. "This is your Auntie Piper," she introduced softly.

"Hi baby," Piper grinned. She reached out her hand, stroking the baby's fine hair. "Oh my gosh, Prue! She's amazing!"

"What're you gonna name her?" Persia asked, gazing silently from the corner of the room.

Prue and Andy shared a look.

The room illuminated with a bright blue, as Paige appeared with Phiona and Pearl at her respective sides. "What did I miss?"

"Persia was just asking about her name," the clairvoyant Charmed One clued in. She looked excitedly. "So?"

"We haven't really had a lot of time to think about it," Andy admitted.

"But?" Paige wagged her finger. "I can feel a 'but' coming."

"And you'd be right." Andy scooped his daughter into his arms, kissing the child's small head. "I was thinking her middle name should be Paige."

"Paige?" Phoebe and Piper echoed in surprise.

Andy looked at his wife, smiling thoughtfully. "If not for Paige, you might not be here today. Our daughter might not even be here. I think it's the least we can do."

Prue beckoned her baby sister to her side. Weakly, she leaned up and tossed her arms around Paige's slender neck. "I can't thank you enough, Paigey. And if it's okay with you, that's what I want to do too."

Paige blinked back the tears in her eyes. "Prue, that would be amazing!"

Prue kissed her sister's white cheek. "I think I might have a name that would go nicely with Paige." She pulled her hands together and began to absently pick at her cuticles. "What about Phaelynn? I've always liked the name…I saw it in a baby book once."

"No!"

Prue's head turned sharply, staring at Pearl in surprise. "What?"

"No!"

"Pearl!" Paige folded her arms angrily. "Apologize to your aunt!"

"No." Prue touched Paige's arm. "Wait. I want to hear why."

Pearl looked down at the floor, slightly scuffing her socks across it. "There's no 'a' at the end."

Andy looked baffled. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"All of our names end with an 'a,' or haven't you noticed?"

Andy scratched his head.

Prue, on the other hand, voiced his thoughts. "I hadn't."

"Well they do! Persia, Pearlinda, Phiona, Pamela, Pandora, and Prissandra."

The Charmed Ones exchanged surprised looks. "Did you notice that?"

Persia, Pearlinda, Pamela, Pandora, and Prissandra. Andy's head bobbed from side to side. How did I never notice that?

"Oh my gosh!" Piper exclaimed. "I never realized that!"

"And I swear I never did that on purpose," Phoebe replied.

"I guess we can't really break tradition now." Prue motioned for her daughter, just as a nurse walked into the room.

"And how're we doing tonight?" The nurse flashed a pearly grin around the room. She pulled a blue pen from her clipboard. "Is everything to your standards, Ms. Halliwell?"

"Perfect."

"And have you decided on a name?"

Prue held out her hand and her husband took it. "I think so."

"And?" The nurse pinched the pen between her index and middle fingers, ready to copy down the name.

"P-h-a-e-l-i-n-n-a," Prue spelt with a slight alteration to her first choice. She squeezed her husband's hand. "Phaelinna."

"Paige Trudeau. P-a-i-g-e. T-r-u-d-e-a-u."

"Aww," the nurse cooed in a sickly sweet voice. "Phaelinna. I've never heard that before. It's so pretty!"

"Thank you," Andy and Prue said in time with each other.

As the nurse left the room, Pearl bounded to the side of the bed to look at her new cousin. "Phi, come here!"

Phiona chuckled as she scooted in between her Aunt Phoebe and her cousin. "Hey little cousin," she crooned. "I'm your big cousin Phiona."

Pearl stuck her head next to Phiona's, giving the illusion that their heads were stuck together. She beamed with pride. "Welcome to the world, little cousin Phae!"

TO BE CONTINUED….