I don't know if anyone else told you all, but this is almost over. There is a sequel in planning, though, and I'm sure you'll all read it. OK, here goes:

Chapter 27 - All Over...

(Phoebe's POV, by Jess)

The last few hours haven't been the easiest. Mostly I've been worrying, worrying about what happens now. I know Prue and Piper will be thinking the same, and probably Paige too. But Prue and Piper will wait 'till we're not around, and discuss it. Discuss what to do if the stupid people, the social workers or whoever, split us up, and send us of to live with strangers. And what we're going to tell them about Sevron. Maybe they'll belive that he just took of and left.

After all, there's no way they'll believe we murdered him, is there?

Anyway, I was jerked out of my thoughts by the words I'd been waiting for.

"Hey, Phoebe, how did exactly did you manage to get rid of Sevron?" Piper asked. Finally. I've been waiting to hear that question all night. But I had to wait until they were all up to it, and I'd figured out exactly what happened. Only, it's not actually that easy. They all looked at me, and I slowly chewed the food in my mouth while I thought.

"I... I'm not really sure how it happened myself." I said finally, and launched into the best explanation I could, and found myself reliving the whole thing.

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Prue and Piper hit the wall loudly, slid down it and slumped onto the floor. I moved towards Paige, trying to think of a plan, any plan. But my big sisters were knocked out, and without them, I didn't know what to do. We needed them, Paige and I.

Sevron looked at me, watched me reached out for Paige. And the second before I could have reached her, he sent her flying into the wall too.

"You always were the weakest, Phoebe." He said to me. "Right from when you were a little girl, crying because Daddy had left. I almost don't want your power." Then he smirked, that evil grin I'd hated from the first time I'd seen him. "Almost." I went flying too, then, but not as hard as the others. I barely hit the wall, crouched on the floor breathlessly, my head pounding. I'd banged the same place as before and now spots were dancing in front of my eyes.

"Think of it this way." Sevron said, moving closer. Paige stirred, opened her eyes blearily. "You'll be seeing your mummy again." Sevron said patronisingly. "And dear old Grams."

But I don't want to die, I don't want to... but I don't know how to fight it.

It was Grams voice I heard next, inside my own head, like a - a memory. The same words, over and over. The Power Of Four. And then I knew, I just knew how to do it.

"Paige... Prue's hand. Grab her hand." I hissed, and she started to move slowly across the floor, towards me, Piper and Prue. Sevron threw something at her, and when it hit her she rolled over, and I think I screamed. But Paige's chest was still rising and falling, and... and she had Prue's hand clasped tightly in her own. I reached for my eldest sisters over hand, gripped it tightly in my own.

"Going down together?" Sevron said, walking deliberately forward. It felt like hours were passing, and yet I knew it was only seconds. I reached for Piper's hand, trying to ignore the blood seeping from her head. As soon as this was over we could get her fixed. Piper was not going to leave us, she wasn't going to die. None of us were.

"We're not going down at all." I said, and grabbed Piper's hand too.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "What...?"

"The power of four." I whispered. Grams used to tell us a story when we were younger, about a monster trying to hurt us. And she said that all we had to do was join hands and say four little words.

"The Power Of Four." I said again, as the pain in my head got stronger and the scene before me started to swim a little. "The power of four, the power of four, the power of four -"

He fixed his eyes on mine one last time, before he exploded, ever trace of him suddenly gone. "The power of four." I murmured, for no real reason. Then I felt everything go black, and Prue and Piper's hands slip away...

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"Next thing, Prue was shaking my awake." I finished, and my sisters looked... a lot of things, actually. Surprised, confused, relieved... and thousands more emotions that I couldn't read.

"So we missed our own first vanquish." Prue stated. She looked at Paige. "Do you remember this now?" She asked worriedly. Paige nodded, and I didn't know if it was because she did, or she didn't want Prue worrying.

"How did we get upstairs?" Piper asked. She touched a hand up to her face. "And I'm not bleeding. There isn't any blood."

"I don't know... I don't know what happened." I replied. "But... there was lots of blood. Lots of it... I thought you might be..." I refused to allow myself to say the words. "I don't know." I said again.

"I might." Prue siad softly, and this time everyone looked at her. "I... When I woke up, upstairs in my bed, well... I could smell that perfume mum used to wear. And I swear... I swear I saw... I don't really know. These little lights, and they were shrinking... I don't know, maybe it was just my eyes adjusting or something."

"Or it was mum and Grams." Paige said quietly. None of us dare believe it, and yet we did.

"Who knows?" Piper agreed.

"I know how we can find out." I smiled.

"I bet it involves magic." Piper stated.

"Yep. Magic... and seeing a couple of people we never thought we would."

"The spell to summon the dead." Paige murmured, and I nodded silently.