Disclaimer: I do not owned Charmed, only Sarah and Nathan Jones, and Piper's baby.
A/N. Thank you so much for the reviews, I honestly never expected to get such a good response. Okay I got some questions and here are the answers;
You'll find out about Prue and Phoebe in this chapter. Paige was never born is this story, as it would be too confusing for her to be a witch-whitelighter and allowed to stay with her sisters. Piper's real identity is known to the Elders, her adoptive parents and their whitelighter but the Elders agreed to have Piper adopted because they, as well as Patty, thought the three sisters were too young to handle the Power Of Three. Patty did not want her daughters' powers bound, so instead she gave one up for adoption. (This seems a bit silly to me, but if she had bound their powers there would be no story). Also, the Elders kept the fact that the Charmed Ones were around a secret from the magical community, even other whitelighters, because they believed the sisters would be in danger if everyone knew.
On the subject of powers, all three sisters have individual powers, but they are not yet the Charmed Ones. To receive the Power Of Three they need to come together.
I hope that cleared things up for you.
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Chapter 2Prudence Halliwell flung out a slender arm, sending the demon flying into the conservatory of Halliwell Manor with her telekinetic powers. "Now!" Prue, as she was called by practically everyone she knew, ordered.
Her younger sister, Phoebe, came running out from behind a sofa, an athame clutched in her hand. She raced over to the fallen demon, squatted over him and the thrust the double-edged ceremonial knife into his chest. The burst of flames that signalled the demon's death knocked her onto the floor, hard.
"Oh! Are you okay?" Prue cried, scurrying over to Phoebe and pulling her up.
"Absolutely!" Phoebe's mocha brown eyes sparkled. "Man, I love vanquishing demons."
"Good, then you should enjoy the next few weeks."
The two sisters spun around at the sound of their grandmother's voice coming from the doorway.
"Grams, you scared me!" Prue exclaimed, a hand over her heart.
"Sorry darling." Penny walked into the room and kissed her eldest granddaughter's cheek.
"So how did we do?" Phoebe asked, wanting her Grams' approval. Unfortunately, she hadn't been getting that very often, as she was getting quite a rebellious streak.
"Not bad. But not good."
Prue frowned. "What do you mean?" She too valued her grandmother's opinion very highly.
"Well, you vanquished the demon, but you could have got hurt, you were so close," Penny elaborated.
"So how do we improve?" Phoebe wanted to know.
"With more training."
"What?" Prue wailed. "I've already blown Andy off twice this week."
"God knows what you see in that wanna be cop anyway," Phoebe muttered. Secretly, she liked Prue's boyfriend, Andrew Trudeau, but she'd rather die than admit that to anyone.
"I love Andy," Prue responded, her ice blue eyes blazing. "What I want to know is what Cole sees in you."
Phoebe took a step towards Prue, looking as is she was about to slap her. If Penny hadn't stepped in between she probably would have done. "Girls, can we please go one day without fighting?"
"Fine, but she started it," Phoebe said darkly.
"I did not!" Prue protested.
"Girls!" Penny braked. "Enough. Now apologise."
Phoebe shot a murderous glare at Prue. "Sorry."
Prue folded her arms across her chest. "I'm not saying sorry."
"Prue," Penny said in a warning tone. "Fine. I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Phoebe mumbled, flouncing from the room.
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Piper yanked the brush through her long, chocolate brown hair. Her once silky locks were so tangled that the brush could barely go five centimetres without facing an obstacle. Still, that was what you got if you didn't brush your hair for days.
Not that Piper really cared about her appearance anymore. She just needed a distraction, something to do. Plus the slow, rhythmic movements of pulling the brush through her hair calmed Piper down. It reminded her of how her mother used to comb her hair before bed when Piper was a little girl.
Piper stared at her reflection in the broken, smeared mirror. Her mirror at home had always been spotless, but Piper couldn't go back there. Too many painful memories of her parents' death and the happy times the little family had shared. They had been so close…
But Piper couldn't avoid the family home forever. She needed to collect her things and find somewhere permanent to live. She had no idea how to go about finding or selling a house. Maybe her aunt and uncle could help.
Piper placed her brush on the dressing table and climbed into bed. It was early, around seven or eight, but Piper was exhausted.
'Tomorrow,' Piper decided. 'Tomorrow I'll find somewhere to live.'
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Phoebe flopped onto the sofa with a loud sigh. She was so bored. Not only was she not allowed to see Cole, her boyfriend, but also Prue was out, so she didn't even have anyone to fight with. She leant forward and picked up a newspaper, having nothing better to do, and her mind was filled with psychic images.
- - Patricia Halliwell clung to a tiny new-born baby, tears pouring down her face. The arm of her husband was wrapped supportively around her, and tears glistened in Victor Bennett's eyes. The two were obviously in great pain. Their tiny baby seemed to sense this pain, as she was wailing also.
Opposite the distraught couple stood a plump woman with curl red hair and a tall slim man; Sarah and Nathan Jones. The two looked on nervously, fearing Patty and Victor would change their minds.
"Promise me that, that you won't stop her from finding us when she's older," Patty sniffed.
"If that's what she wants, then we'll let her meet you," Sarah promised.
Patty nodded her thanks and looked down at the tiny baby, wrapped in a soft pink blanket with the letter P stitched into it. "Good bye my princess, remember that mommy loves you, and she always will. Remember that she'll never forget you, baby, never." Patty kissed her daughter's forehead and passed the baby to Sarah, her heart breaking. She fell into Victor's arms and buried her face in his chest. - - -
Phoebe gasped a solitary, single tear slid down her face as the newspaper slid from her grasp. Her mother and father… a baby girl… giving her away. Phoebe was sure the baby wasn't her or Prue. Then who? Had her parents had another baby? One they'd given away? Or was the premonition wrong? Phoebe didn't think so, her visions had never been wrong before. Recently, her power of empathy had advanced to a stage where it now became incorporated into her visions, so she did not only see and hear what was going on, but she felt emotions too. She had felt her parents' pain. It had been so real, so consuming. But there was something breaking through that pain, joy, possibly from the man and woman Phoebe didn't recognise. The baby in the vision was definitely being given away. But who was she?
It was all too much for Phoebe to handle. She jumped from the sofa and marched into the foyer, colliding with Prue in her haste. Phoebe didn't stop to say sorry, she just hurried on.
"Hey!" Prue called, dumping her coat and handbag. "Where're you going?"
"To talk to Grams."
"Why?" Prue followed after Phoebe.
"Nosy much?" Phoebe snapped, reaching the kitchen.
"When you almost mow me down and don't stop to apologise, yeah, I am," Prue shot back.
"Grams, I need to speak with you."
Penny looked up from the pot she was bent over. "About what, sweetheart?"
"I had a vision."
"Of what?" Prue demanded.
Penny could tell from her youngest granddaughter's troubled face that the vision must have been worrying. "Show me."
"Okay, if you're sure." (A/N. Because the sisters have had their powers since birth, Phoebe's visions have advanced, so she can now share them.) She grasped Penny's hands closed her eyes, concentrating on the premonition and sending it to her grandmother.
A few seconds later the elderly witch's eyes popped open. The other couple had been so familiar to her. They were Sarah and Nathan Jones, the couple who had adopted her middle granddaughter. If Phoebe was having vision of her older sister, it must mean it was time for Piper to come home. It was finally time for the sisters to meet. "What gave you the premonition?"
"Uh, a newspaper."
Penny darted through into the living room and, noticing the fallen paper, picked it up. Immediately the reason Phoebe had got the premonition from touching the newspaper became clear to Penny. In the obituary section was a piece about the tragic death of Nathan and Sarah Jones.
'Oh that poor girl. She's all alone,' Penny though, slumping onto the sofa. She turned to Prue and Phoebe, her eyes full of sadness, fear, and a hint of excitement. "Girls, I've got something to tell you."