A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from the spell the girls wrote in Blinded by a Whitelighter. Phoebe says "I'm rejectin' your deflection"

Angelically Charmed: Reflection of Dejection

"Trudeau, This is it!" Paige exclaimed, as she stood on the bottom steps of a manor style home almost identical to that of her sisters. The heels of Paige's shoes clicked madly as she skipped up the concrete step and rang the bell.

A reasonable moment went by with no answer. Again Paige pressed her long slender finger to the doorbell. Nothing.

"Maybe he's not home" Drake said rocking on back and forth on his feet. "Perhaps, he's a Prue's or maybe a sporting practice"

"I'm orbing up to his room" Paige replied hastily exploding into a blue stream of lights.

Drake waved affectionately at the trail of lights as they ascended upward dissolving through the upstairs window, "Great, I'll just wait here on the porch"

Becoming corporeal, Paige crinkled her nose at the sight of the teenager's bedroom. The unmade bed, accompanied by the site of clothes hanging out opened drawers made the witch frown, "Well, Andy you are certainly not the tidiest kid". Paige took exactly one step forward and tripped, stumbling on a pair of signature sneakers which would day become the famous serial killer shoes.

"Argh, I can't believe your so attached to these ratty things!" Straightening, the witch hurled the left shoe across the room into the open closet. "Thank God, Prue finally vanquishes them to the demonic wasteland when you aren't looking"

Crossing the room, Paige walked over to the desk and started to rummage through a pile of textbooks and spiral notebooks. "Now if I were a letter to Prue, where would I be?" Placing her hands on her hips she thought for a moment. "Now we know that you don't give it to her so-"

Glancing downward, Paige stared into the trashcan, spotting a crumpled piece of beige colored stationary. "Maybe this is it"

Carefully she knelt and retreated the paper from the circular bin, smoothing it across her knee. "Dear Prue…" she read igniting her lips into a smile. She'd found it. "Well that was too easy"

"It certainly was" A female voice replied.

Uh oh…. Paige felt a shiver race up her spine as she pulled to her feet, something had told her the voice was less than human. Swallowing Paige turned her head to catch a glance of a blonde haired but transparent woman dressed in black staring at her from the mirror above Andy's dresser.

"Who are you?" Paige asked coolley, unafraid as the woman invited her closer.

"That is none of your concern," the woman bellowed stretching out her long see-through hand "The eyes of the future Charmed Witch are never to read that letter!"

"Oh yeah?" Paige retorted in sarcasm, holding the letter up like a grand prize, "Well it just so happens that this letter belongs to my kick ass super witch Charmed Sister, which makes me Charmed as well"

"I am not afraid of you" the woman glared letting her transparent form turn to a black glittering mist, "but you will fear me"

Paige opened her mouth to speak, but the mist flew out from the mirror, implanting itself into her body, instantly displacing Paige's soul. A white ball of light exploded out into the air, seeking sanctuary in the mirror of above Andy's dresser.

"What happened to me? What did you do?" Paige looked down at herself she was transparent, dressed in a robe of white.

"I turned your soul into a reflection. Now you only exist within the realm of the mirror " the woman of the mist smiled admiring Paige's slender form. "Nice body…I think I'm going to enjoy it"

"Well you can't have it! It's mine!" Paige tried to escape from the mirror but some sort of magical field was blocking her. She couldn't get out.

"Not anymore" the woman of the mirror chided "and until you find another suitable body with a magical spirit you cannot escape"

"Paige!" Drake's voice shouted out from the hallway, "are you still in here?"

"DRAKE! DRAKE HELP ME PLEASE!" Frantic Paige began to pound on the mirror.

"Stupid Witch!" the woman from the mirror growled before spotting Andy's autographed Louisville Slugger in the corner of the room near the bed. Telekinetically she waved her hand in a Prue like fashion, calling for the bat to shatter the reflective glass

"Ah!" Paige screamed throwing her hands up as the mirror broke into a thousand tiny pieces wiping out any trace of her reflection.

"No…more mirror, no more nasty reflection" the woman returned opening to the door to Drake's face of concern.

"Paige are you okay?" Unnerved by the sound of shattering glass, Drake side stepped the woman of reflection and glanced about the room. "You were screaming"

Still smiling the woman of reflection tangled her fingers with the demons, and pressed up on her tip toes so that she was just millimeters from his lips, "never better, I just saw a mouse"

"A mouse?" Drake's head jerked back focusing on the mirror. "Well what happened to Andy's mirror?"

Spotting a glimpse of Paige's unconscious form in one of the shards of broken glass the woman of reflection quickly pulled Drake from the room, "I broke it trying to kill the mouse"

Drake's pale green eyes turned wide, "well what did you use a bat?"

"Sure did. A Louisville Slugger in fact" the woman chirped flashing Paige's famous toothy grin.

"Well did you get the letter?" Drake balked, causing the woman to stumble backwards into his arms.

"Yes, I tucked it away for safe keeping" the woman of reflection raised her hand, and ran it over Drake's stubble cheek in a seductive manner before glancing down at her full bosom. "Now don't we have a Prom to attend?" she whispered huskily before once again glancing back at Paige's small shattered and slumped reflective form.

"Drake…help" the weakened spirit of the witch mewed watching the demon shimmer away with the woman of reflection on his arm.

Piper stood clutching her sister's face in her hands, "No…no…Prue you listen to me. You are not giving your youngest child to Death. There has to be another way"

Prue jerked her head back, freeing her face from Piper's hands, "Piper believe me, if there was another way I wouldn't be thinking about giving Austin up right now but giving her to death makes her safe"

"Oh come on, Prue if you give Austin up to Death she'll become a neutral like him is that really what you want for your child?"

"Piper! I want my child my alive!"

"So you give Austin to Death then what are you going to do about Amanda? Give her up to the first unsuspecting mortal couple that comes along. " Piper retorted, knowing that Amanda had also been killed in the Ayleia's vision of the future.

"It worked for Mom and Sam when they had Paige didn't it?" Stubbornly, Prue turned her back facing the fire that was burning brightly above the hearth causing Piper's eyes to narrow.

"Wait…wait a minute, " Piper wagged her finger, "Ayleia's using her mind control against you isn't she?" The middle witch clenched her fists and then started shouting heavenward, "Amanda! Amanda orb Alyeia's dark princess butt down here now!"

Orbs filled the den area and Amanda appeared holding Alyeia's hand.

Piper tucked several strands of hair behind both ears before kneeling at Alyeia's eyes. "You listen to me little Missy. Your little act upstairs with Death may have worked for a second, but I'm onto you. Austin belongs to us and I demand that you release Prue from whatever hold you have on her or so help me I'm going to turn you over and spank your little angelic/demonic bottom red!"

Alyeia merely clenched her fists and adverted her gaze to Prue.

"Piper, Alyeia isn't using me" Prue shook her head for a moment clearing her mind of magical fog Ayleia was casting, "Well okay, maybe she is but she sent that vision from the future so that I could make the right choice" In short, the little demoness was trying to save her half-sisters.

"We seriously need to find a way to bind your powers," Piper muttered darkly before rising to her feet. "Making the right choice?" she said to Prue. "Prue, giving up Austin now would be like Dad walking out on us all over again. Do you really want your daughter to suffer the same way you did?"

"No, I don't" Prue sighed calmly, "But I just don't see what other choice I have"

"You always have a choice, except when it comes to Death of course" the Angel of Death stood in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back. Austin was standing beside him. "Unfortunately you can't fight destiny" Adverting his gaze, Death smiled down at the angelic looking cherub, "I shall you again soon"

"Like hell you will!" Piper charged towards the doorway with fingers flexed and ready but Death was faster, shimmering away.

"Piper Death isn't our enemy," Prue lifted Alyeia into her arms, "Destiny is"

"You've got to be kidding" Piper hissed in disgust, as she watched Alyeia wrapped her arms around Prue's neck.

Underworld

An oracle dressed in a green sequined halter-top with matching bikini bottoms looked into an all-seeing crystal. "It appears that the Dark Princess is working her magic well. She almost has Prue believing she should give her child up to Death," she sneered, seeing the vision of Piper and Prue.

"Perhaps we can use that to our advantage" The Source sat on his throne made of stone clicking his long talons on the armrest. "Go to Ayleia and convince her that I can bring back her father if she can bring Prue to me"

"And how exactly are you going to do that my Liege?" the pretty oracle walked seductively over to the Source of All Evil and pushed back his red hood.

Taken by her looks and willingness to please, the Source took her hand and drew it to his lips, "let us just say that I will not fail like that idiot, Gideon. The Oracle looked over the Source's shoulder to see the former Elder strung up on a wall in chains, bloody and beaten. After Prue had summoned Jeric, the Source decided that Gideon's services were no longer needed.

"When I am finished with Prue Halliwell, I will not only destroyed the power of three but I will have also conquered the entire Afterlife in which Prue Halliwell reigns."