Revelations of the Ultimate Kind

by PrueAndyForever

NEW CHAPTER. Piper, Phoebe and Paige try to move on with their lives after the Ultimate Battle but come to learn some shocking truths about their oldest sister. A new prophecy is unearthed, an old evil is resurrected, and Billie uncovers a secret.

40. Welcome To My Past, Present, and Future!

A/N: Hello everyone.

Okay a quick comment to start with. I do realize stories can become confusing to readers when a writer is integrating a lot of characters inside of different time-lines. So here's a small chart to assist you and I hope that it helps to serve as a type of guide. Here you go.

In the Present (2007): Phoebe, Paige, and Billie. Future Piper and Past Prue. Future Chris, Future Melinda, and Future Molly. Evil Future Wyatt and Sarah and the rest of the characters who remain in the present time-line.

In the Past (1988): Prue. Also, any other characters who appear with her in the past time-line.

In the Future (2029): Piper, Wyatt, Chris, and Molly. Also with any other characters who appear in the future time-line.

Thanks for the reviews everybody.

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Chapter 39: Welcome To My Past, Present, and Future!

(Present - 2007)

A few seconds passed by in complete silence.

"Whoa!" Billie broke the silence. Her eyes quickly darted between the group of faces that had just arrived across the attic and then her attention shot back to the others who were standing with her. "Okay, so where did they come from?" she pointed.

Spotting the only familiar face that a few of them would instantly recognize from the small group, Phoebe took steps forward, Leo following her lead.

"Chris? What's going on?" Phoebe's voice carried over to who she had come to know as her future nephew.

The eyes of Future Chris widened and his brows arched.

"What are you doing here?" Leo's concerned voice backed his sister-in-law up.

Phoebe's eyes quickly scanned over the other arrivals; however, her focus immediately returned to the future version of her nephew, waiting for an explanation.

"Me?" Using his index finger, Future Chris pointed back at himself, not understanding why he was the one from his group being sought out.

Phoebe made a face. "Uh? Yeah, you!" She eyed him suspiciously. "Is there another Chris that we should know about?"

"Why are you acting like you don't know us?" Paige piped in from the background.

"Uh ... " Future Chris stammered, turning to glance at his mother and the others with him, his questioning eyes meeting with theirs for an answer on how he should proceed with this encounter.

"Did something go wrong? Did something happen that we need to know about?" Leo pushed, while the others behind him just watched and waited. He was also growing suspicious of Future Chris's unusual reaction. He was also very curious about the unexpected arrival of the other unfamiliar faces with him.

"Dad?" Future Chris narrowed his eyes, suddenly identifying the man who was addressing him as a younger version of his father.

Slowly, the suspended Elder unfolded his arms from across his chest, bringing them down to his sides, while he continued to survey the entire group. A wide-spread look of confusion formed his facial expression. Giving in, he finally asked his future son the question on his mind.

"Who are they?"

No one moved nor spoke. They were waiting for some type of explanation, one Future Chris didn't have for them. He turned again to meet the stares coming from his own group. Clearly, the others with him hadn't been expecting this type of reception anymore than he had. Some how or in some way, they knew Future Chris. However, upon quick inspection, the future version of his mother didn't appear to be too shocked by the notion that Leo, or one of her sisters from this time period, would recognize him. When Future Chris's eyes met Future Molly and Melinda, they just both shrugged back in response.

Turning back, he addressed the younger versions of both his aunts and father.

"Um, let me get this straight. We know each other?!" Future Chris wanted to clarify.

The confusion in his tone was evident to all the others standing around, those from the past, present, and future time-lines; however, it was Phoebe, Leo, and Paige who shared the feelings of bewilderment. Andy, Coop, and Billie stood in the background feeling out of place in the situation. The future visitors, and one from the past, took a much more passive approach, if they trusted Future Chris and he could handle it, then all the better for them. Paige rejoined Phoebe.

Taken aback by her nephew's inquiry, Phoebe flinched. "Do we know each other?" she repeated his question word for word. "What kind of a question is that?"

"Chris, of course we know each other," Leo stressed to the future version of his son, narrowing his eyes. "Why would you ask us that? Don't you remember?"

"Yeah, Ultimate Battle about a year ago, Wyatt's powers vanishing, and your little trip with him back to our time to fix it?" Paige listed off, joining in and attempting to remind him. "Do you not remember any of that?"

A long silence ensued.

"Chris, say something," his father instructed.

The blank stare coming from Future Chris was all the validation they needed. He didn't seem to remember any of those events at all. Why? Leo waited for a verbal confirmation that put words to what they all suspected. The fear crept up inside all of them at just about the same time and then Phoebe gave the verbal confirmation.

"Demons!" the accusation in her voice was clear.

Billie stepped forward, preparing herself for the attack as she swung her arm, aiming to send the table flying into them. Coop took her reaction as a warning and he automatically reached out, grabbing onto Andy's arm. Then he teleported out, taking with him the only mortal standing in the attic besides Leo. Paige stood close by to the others, preparing to orb out with Leo, Phoebe, and Billie if necessary. The eyes of the Future children bulged after hearing the accusation and witnessing Billie's swift movements.

"No, wait!" Future Melinda pleaded.

However, it was too late. The table, positioned in the center of the attic just seconds before, was now flying through the air, aiming directly for the past and future newcomers.

X

(Past - 1988)

Prue woke with a major headache.

Groaning, she threw her hand up to her head, forcing herself to focus on her surroundings. What was it that she lying on, a bed? Underneath her head, Prue found out there was in fact a pillow there. Lifting herself upright, she immediately noticed that she was inside of some strange bedroom, one that she didn't recognize. No longer was she present inside the dark cavern with that treacherous Gideon.

"Not good," she muttered.

Getting off the bed, her attention went to a small wooden desk next to the wall in front of the bedroom window. Walking over to it, she rested one hand on the top length of the chair. Her other hand shot immediately to the stacks of books found on top of it, as she began to inspect and read aloud.

"Calculus."

"The works of Edgar Allan Poe - English Literature."

"Physics."

Prue listed off the different subjects and quickly reached the conclusion she was in the bedroom of somebody in high school. The big question was, where exactly was here? Her mind then shifted to the most pertinent concern.

"Piper?" she sighed heavily, suddenly looking around everywhere.

Where were Piper and the kids?

Taking quick steps to the door leading out of the room, Prue was brought into an upstairs hallway. Looking from side to side, there appeared to be no sign of her sister, no sign of her daughter or nephews.

"Piper?" she hissed in a whisper.

Then she heard the echo of a voice coming from the downstairs. Slowly, she headed in the direction of the rounding staircase that led into a living room. Her slow and cautious steps still managed to create noise; however, she stopped in her tracks when the voice sounded close enough to hear. The concerned tone of a woman's voice appeared to be coming from another room, a kitchen maybe?

"We've looked everywhere, Penny, and she's nowhere to be found! I'm getting really worried, should we call the police?"

Prue furrowed her brows as she tried to piece together the conversation. Penny, was that supposed to be Grams?

"But has Prue ever run away from home before?"

Prue?

Okay, that couldn't be coincidence. Where the hell was she and why couldn't she remember any of this? This obviously had transpired some time before her Grams had died and while she had been an adolescent. Otherwise, why would this woman even be suggesting the idea that Prue would have turned into a run-away? Unless ...

Then it struck her clear as day.

Is this where she had gone to have Billie? Quickly and as quietly as possible, she retraced her steps back up the stairs and into the bedroom she had previously vacated. She needed a calendar, something around here to confirm a date or time period. Flinging drawers open, she went into a desperate search. There were folders, pens and pencils, a compass, lined paper, and an array of other school essentials. Prue pushed all of that to the side until her hands finally rested on something different. Pulling it out, she soon realized that a journal was now in her possession. Running her hand over the cover, an odd feeling of recognition washed through her. Had she seen this before?

Opening it up, Prue quickly flipped through the pages until she landed on the most recent one that had writing on it. Prue's eyes finally settled on what she had been looking for. She read the date scribbled on the page:

"October 2nd. 1988."

Looking up, she slammed it shut.

X

(Present - 2007)

The reaction was immediate. Future Piper darted away from the table's trajectory. She dove towards the floor, pushing and pulling Past Prue with her. Past Prue let out a loud scream as Future Chris, Future Melinda, and Future Molly each held out their hands to halt and reverse the effects of the impending attack.

"Table!" all three of them shouted out simultaneously.

The table lit up in bright orbs, reversing its course, as it was sent flying backwards instead. Leo, Billie, Phoebe, and Paige all ducked as it finally crashed into the wall behind them. Turning around to eye the destruction, their attention quickly reverted back to who they now perceived as a looming threat. Phoebe attempted to tap into Piper's power, intent on sending a blast at full force back on the intruders; however, a bubble shield springing up around the past and future visitors prevented it.

"Stop!" Future Melinda pleaded. "We're not demons; we're Halliwells!" She released a heavy breath and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, relieved she had finally gotten the truth out.

Future Molly put up her hands. "Look, we may only be future family but it still counts."

"Mom? Mind taking over here?" Future Chris turned to Future Piper.

Future Piper was in the middle of trying to calm down the younger version of Prue, who was once again terrified by the unfamiliar display of magic. She looked over every person standing inside and outside of the bubble shield, family members who spanned across the time spectrum of past, present, and future. Slowly, Future Piper's eyes moved until they finally met and locked with Leo's.

Leo's brows furrowed in contemplation as he took in the appearance of the much older version of his wife. Finally, it dawned on him that he actually was looking directly at Piper, Just like he was looking at his son.

"Okay, look, fine. What would you like us to say?" Future Chris confronted the others head on. "We come from the future. But believe me when I honestly say, I have no idea what you're talking about, any of you," he looked between Phoebe and Paige and then to Leo. "I have never seen you or met you, at least not how I am now or how you are now and most definitely, not in this time period. None of us here have."

Silence permeated the attic while everyone contemplated his words.

"Okay, how is that possible?" Phoebe threw her hands up in the air, directing her confusion back at the others from her own group. "And if you're not demons and you, Chris, don't remember ever meeting us," her frustration shot back to Future Chris, "I think I speak for us all when I repeat the question from before and ask, why are you here?"

"I swear, we're not demons," Future Chris urged. "Frankly, we're just as confused as you are about what's happening here."

Leo, Billie, Phoebe and Paige all looked to each other. The anticipation in the air felt so thick they could cut it with a knife, but in the end, they went with Phoebe's power of empathy and discerned that these visitors were most likely telling the truth. Phoebe sighed, looking to the ceiling she called out.

"Coop? It's safe now!"

In a quick flash, Coop teleported back into the attic with Andy. Andy backed away, straightening himself out. The exit had been a quick and unexpected one. The method of travel had also been a little different from Paige's orbing so he wasn't used to it. He felt the intensity of the dizziness spring to life.

"Sorry, man," Coop nodded an apology in Andy's direction.

"Don't worry about it. I'd rather keep my life," Andy cracked, a smirk in place. "Thanks."

Paige thought back to Coop and his ring. "Hey, didn't your ring place them back in their times last year, after the Ultimate Battle, without any memory to avoid any future consequences or something like that? Maybe that's why our Future Chris doesn't remember any of us or what happened last year?"

Coop sighed. "Maybe, but that was more for the benefit of your mother and grandmother. Just as a precaution to avoid any consequence to the future. There really wasn't any harm in Wyatt or Chris returning back to their time knowing the truth. But it's possible the ring just wiped away everyone's memory," he settled on.

Andy looked down at his finger. "Yeah, well, pardon me for bringing it back up but it seems like that ring knows how to do an awful lot," he cracked, lifting his hand to remind him of the huge ring that stood in place of his wedding band.

"Or that version of time has become another alternate reality," Leo chimed in with his own conclusions on the matter. "No one future is ever set in stone. Events, choices, and courses of action made by free-will are constantly altering the future and determining where we end up." His brows furrowed contemplatively as he considered his own analysis. "Maybe something happened very recently or will happen from this point on to create a different time-line moving into the future? Which could easily mean that from his version of the future," Leo nodded in the direction of his future son, "Chris never even made that trip with Wyatt almost a year ago."

That was the most likely conclusion for Leo. Which meant that, much like the version of Future Chris who came back from an alternate future to save his brother Wyatt from turning evil didn't exist anymore, this version of Future Chris wasn't the same Chris from the future time-line of a year ago.

Or was he?

"Or, hey, maybe the point in time from where I was pulled from, that particular event just hasn't happened to me yet?" Future Chris tried to offer up an explanation of his own. "I really don't have an answer for that," he shrugged his shoulders in the air. More confusion masked his face. "But, wait, you just said that Wyatt made a trip back in time with me?"

The bubble shield was brought back down.

"Yeah, why?" Leo asked. He noted that his future son sounded surprised by that particular revelation coming from them.

"Well, let's just say, the only trip Wyatt and I will be making together," Future Chris cracked, "is one that involves lots and lots of restraints."

"Uh-oh!" Phoebe supplied, not fully grasping the seriousness behind what Future Chris was implying. Her eyes narrowed in a playful manner. "That doesn't sound good. Do I sense lingering issues of the sibling rivalry kind?"

"Believe me when I say sibling rivalry doesn't even begin to cover it!"

Billie snorted. "Yeah, believe us when we say, it's not like we don't have enough problems to deal with already. How did you get here anyway?"

Andy, standing beside her, shared a look with Billie.

"Well, actually, I think I speak for us all," Future Chris nodded towards his own group, "when I say we were kind of hoping maybe you might know the answer to that."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I already have the answer to that."

Everyone in the attic brought their attention to the older woman from the group, hovering by the young girl. After she had spoken, Future Piper gently broke herself out of Past Prue's grip and then moved herself closer.

"Leo," she greeted her much younger husband. "Try not to worry too much about me," the soft and loving flow of voice met with the ears of a very concerned Leo. "I'm absolutely certain that my younger counterpart is in good hands."

"You know where Piper is - I mean - where you are?" Leo quickly corrected himself.

Future Piper nodded.

The voice of Future Chris broke in. "Wait, hold on a minute. Mom?" his surprise meeting the expression of his future mother who's face turned around to meet with his. "You know what happened? Then why didn't you just tell us before we came here?"

"Because we needed to come here first," Future Piper explained to her son. "We can't fix this by ourselves, Chris. Gideon opened up a box. We've been transported through time. Which means without the Ultimate Power, we're going to need the Power of Three."

Future Piper looked to Phoebe and Paige, who in turn, looked at each other.

"And you know this how?" Future Chris pushed.

"Mom?" Future Melinda inquired. "I don't understand."

"Because I'm remembering," Future Piper explained to her daughter and both groups. "Or rather, I'm remembering what I was told after I came back."

"After you came back?" Future Chris parroted. "Okay, mom? If you're trying to confuse us, then you're doing a bang up job."

"I didn't know what had happened to me at the time," Future Piper elaborated. "I still don't recall what I saw. I just remember experiencing one thing, traveling to the future and then coming back. I wasn't allowed to remember after I got back because of ..."

"Future consequences!" Phoebe and Paige cut her off, bobbing their heads up and down while finishing their sister's sentence together.

"Yada, yada, we know," Paige rolled her eyes.

Phoebe snorted. "The line is getting so old."

"Tell me about it!" Paige agreed.

"A box?" Future Molly questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Not just any box," Future Piper stressed to her niece. "Pandora's Box. Gideon had it in his possession back during the time he was a Triad."

"Uh, yeah. And that time would be right now," Paige cracked. "Could we not talk like we're the ones stuck in another time, please? I think my brain is going to go on the fritz if we keep talking about the present, and things that haven't happened yet, like it's the past, thank you very much."

Phoebe smirked - she had to agree there.

"Exactly, it's not the past yet," Future Piper acknowledged. "He used the energy coming from inside of it and combined it with the use of some ritualistic stones that were also used to open it up."

"Stones?" Paige lifted her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes. And that part I'm sure has already happened since I'm standing here right now instead of my younger counterpart. They were some ancient stones he acquired from Barbas," she shared with them. "Actually, if memory serves me right, I do believe they also turned out to be the same stones Barbas used to give Gideon back his life."

Phoebe snorted in disbelief. "So that's how he cheated death?"

"Barbas?" Paige rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised."

"Barbas was working with Gideon when he kidnapped Wyatt inside of the Underworld," Leo reflected back on the past. "He must have waited around or came back for Gideon after I killed him," he attempted to make sense of what could have happened. "Probably used the stones and performed some type of black magic ritual."

"Right," Paige sighed. "Hey, any chance you remember what those stones were called?" she directed the question back at Future Piper. "It'll save me a lot of reading," she sang merrily.

"I believe they were called something like Vicarian," Future Piper supplied for her baby sister. "But," she stressed, smiling wide before she continued on. "I'm afraid the reading is still on your agenda, Paige," her short stream of laughter flowed. "I only remember what they were called. I wasn't here to find out how they worked to fix this problem and I'm positive we will need them to fix this switch, which also means we're going to need to find out as much as we can about them."

Paige groaned. "Ah, darn it! Why do Pheebs and I have to get stuck with all the grunt work. So completely unfair." She narrowed her eyes playfully at Future Piper.

Phoebe snorted again. "Yeah, no kidding."

"You do know that as soon as we get you out of this mess," Paige inserted, "that I fully expect one week paid for at the spa. On you! I know that you're out of a job in this time-line but go ahead and charge it!"

"Hmm," Phoebe thought about the proposition. "Not a bad idea. I could actually use another new purse and a pair of matching shoes to go along with it," she teased.

"Uh, actually, Aunt Paige?" Future Melinda timidly intervened. "Hi there," she waved, a nervous smile put in place. "Um, if she's here helping," she pointed at Future Piper, "then she's technically helping herself out of this mess too," she interpreted.

Future Molly snorted. She couldn't help but laugh. Paige narrowed her eyes and then shot one of her looks between both young women.

"Aunt Paige?" Phoebe questioned.

Future Molly cleared her throat. "Right. She's Melinda," she offered, pointing at her. "I'm Molly," she finished, introducing herself last.

"Oh?" Phoebe's face lit up with the introductions. "Wow, that's really ... awesome!" she exclaimed, the excitement in her voice clear. She rushed forward, her arms opened wide, as she warmly embraced Molly first. "And I would be your Aunt Phoebe," she introduced happily.

Future Molly's eyes widened as she was unexpectedly pulled into the embrace. She brought her arms up and slowly began patting Phoebe's back. "Right. Hi?"

"You're so beautiful, honey," Phoebe praised her. Molly was a little overwhelmed by the warm reception. Phoebe moved over to Future Melinda next. "And look at you, you look just like your mom, sweetie," she announced in the midst of hugging her. "No doubt the good looks run in this family, huh?" she smiled wide.

Future Molly and Future Melinda turned to look at each other, slight looks of amusement on their faces. Phoebe shifted to the side and her attention turned to the young pregnant girl found in the group. She looked familiar.

"Why would Gideon open up Pandora's Box?" Paige interrupted. "It was a pretty risky move on his part, who knows what he could have unleashed into the Underworld. We all saw what the box was capable of unleashing the last time a demon got a hold of it. Did he kill the guardian to get it?"

"Most likely," Leo confirmed. "There's no other way."

"Actually, minor correction there. I wasn't here to see it," Andy interjected. "From the sounds of it, I'm glad."

"Me neither," Billie raised her hand in the air. "What exactly is that box capable of anyway?" her interest was piqued.

"Don't ask," Phoebe sighed.

Coop added his input next. "I won't bother to third not being here to witness it the last time but I am curious to know why Pandora's Box was being used as well. Time travel isn't exactly the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about that thing."

"I don't really know exactly what Gideon meant to do with that Box nor how he originally intended to use it," Future Piper supplied. "But what I do know is that it ended up taking us."

"Who's us?" Andy shook his head, standing with his arms crossed, trying to grasp for an understanding on everything going on in front of him.

"Us. Prue, the children, and myself."

Phoebe's attention shot back to what Future Piper had revealed. "Wait. You mean, Gideon and the Triad got to you guys in jail?"

"No," Future Piper negated. "I remember that we used that one stone we found to get ourselves out. It opened a portal and Prue and I were brought to the Underworld," she clarified, remembering back to that point during her life. "We found the children and confronted Gideon and that's when he used the stones to open the Box."

"Wow, mom, you're just a fountain of information, aren't you?" Future Chris cracked, not liking that he had been kept in the dark until now.

Paige's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh? Well, that certainly explains why Prue and Piper weren't waiting there after we got there!" her comment was directed at Andy. "How nice of them to take off without us, what in the world were you guys thinking?" she scolded Future Piper next, her tone filled with some agitation. "It was too dangerous to do that."

Andy closed his eyes and released a heavy sigh. "Great," he mumbled, reopening his eyes. "Can this get any worse than it already is?"

"Don't ask that," Billie warned the man she now knew to be her father. "I usually find that when you do, you'll found out just how much worse it can actually get!" she rolled her eyes along with her last words.

"Right," he smirked.

For most of the duration of this encounter, Andy had remained silent, listening. He was having a difficult time accepting who these people claimed to be but then his eyes landed on the younger girl in the attic with them. Why did she look so familiar to him? Then it suddenly hit him, much in the same way it had for Leo.

"Prue?" Andy mumbled, almost not believing it. "That's not possible."

His response was muffled but still caught the attention of Billie and she sought the object of his attention, following his line of sight to where his stare landed. Future Piper turned back around and used her arms to protectively encircle Past Prue. She sighed deeply before countering her sister's allegation.

"We were thinking that we needed to get to the children and waiting around in that jail cell was costing us too much time. We took that chance," she provided her defense for that time in her life.

"Hmm," Paige hummed. "But you do know we're chewing you out when you get back home?" she supplied, eyebrows arched.

"Both of you." Phoebe's eyes landed on Past Prue.

Past Prue sent her own look back.

Most of the attention had now been drawn to the past version of the oldest charmed sister, who was now currently missing much like Piper. Normally, Past Prue exhibited a very outgoing personality and carried a very fearless disposition; yet, she felt herself shrinking under the scrutiny of all the strange people around her during this moment.

What was going on?

X

(Future - 2029)

The last thing Piper remembered was the spiraling vortex that seemed to go on and on without any sign to an end. Now, she awoke with a major headache, small whimpering sounds close to her in the distance somewhere.

What had happened?

"Momma?"

Wyatt?

Piper struggled against the blinding light somewhere above her, attempting to open her eyes. She heard the call coming from a small child.

"Mommy, where - are - you?" the small voice pleaded in broken sobs.

It wasn't Wyatt, it was Molly's voice. Then there were the sounds of some more wailing, this time coming from the son who she now identified as Chris. Where was Wyatt? Shortly after the thought hit her, she felt a small hand push against her.

"Momma, wake up!" Wyatt's voice pleaded with her, struggling to make her get up.

This was definitely Wyatt, she recognized his voice.

He shoved against her again. "Momma, wake up!" he repeated a little bit louder this time.

"Wyatt?" her raspy voice called back out, while struggling to lift herself up. Through half- closed eyes, she could make out her son beside her. Suddenly, remembering her last few cognizant moments, she swayed around. "Prue?" her frantic calls began the search to locate her sister. "Prue, where are you?"

"Mommy's gone," Molly sobbed a few paces away.

The scared cries of little Chris became louder. Piper pulled her young son into her arms, using her other arm to shield Wyatt against her side. Taking a quick look around at their surroundings, Piper quickly assessed that they were in some kind of big trouble. She had absolutely no idea where they had been transported to, although, it closely resembled some type of underground sewer system.

"Ew, gross," Piper mumbled at the thought.

Then Piper's concerns immediately raced to the possibility of being trapped somewhere else inside of the Underworld.

"Okay, Molly, honey, come here!" she instructed, holding out her hand for her niece to take. Molly's sobs continued and she took her aunt's hand. "That's it, come here, sit down over here next to me," Piper took her small hand and guided her down to the ground with them as Molly sat down. "I want everyone to stay close to me, no wandering off by yourselves, do you understand me?"

Wyatt and Molly nodded.

"Good," Piper praised, kissing the top of little Chris's head. "And we'll find mommy, sweetie, I promise. "Okay?" she ran her hand gently through the back of Molly's hair.

Molly wiped at her eyes.

Piper shifted, moving Chris off her lap, kneeling and then finally lifting herself off the ground. Surveying her surroundings more carefully, she hoisted Chris back up in her arms as she kept Molly and Wyatt close by her side. Where in god's name was Prue? Had she been left behind? Had they been divided and then separated in wherever it was they had traveled to? With a keen eye, Piper narrowed her eyes in as she caught sight of the piping lining the wall. A small ladder led up to a kiddie sized man-hole and water drains lined both sides of the interior above them. Suddenly, it dawned on her to re-evaluate her initial assumption. Since when did anyone in the Underworld build sewer systems, or need water drains, it didn't rain in the Underworld? Demons didn't use man-holes, leading into city streets, to enter the mortal world. It was suddenly very clear to Piper that they were still somewhere in the mortal world.

Water could be heard dripping into the puddles it had formed; it was dark, smelly, and dreary down here. How depressing, Piper assessed.

Loud shuffling sounds approached from the distance. Piper felt fear grip her. Preparing to defend herself and protect the children, she released Chris from her arms and pushed the three children behind her.

Please be Prue - please just be Prue.

"Prue, is that you?" Piper finally gathered the courage to call out. However, she held her hands out, preparing to blow up anything that even dared to look at her funny.

Within a flash, three young strangers appeared from around the corner, dashing at full speed ahead. Instinctively, the young woman leading the small group threw up her hands into the air after they had stopped, this happening at the same time Piper moved to defend herself and the kids. Both Piper and the other young woman threw a powerful blast of exploding energy towards each other; however, the explosion collided square in the middle, the energy ricocheting and sending a powerful blast of air in both directions. Piper and the children were lifted up and thrown back in one direction, while the three new strangers were flung backwards the opposite way.

Piper scrambled to her feet with the children; the three children were crying.

The three strangers sprang to their feet immediately. A second one aimed her hands at the puddles found on the ground around all of them. Using a form of telekinesis to control the water molecules, the water lifted up into the air in singular streams. Then, this same young woman used her hands to manipulate the water again, this time freezing the liquid. The frozen streams of water, now resembling icicles, were then aimed in the direction of the small group and little Wyatt instantly threw up his bubble, shielding himself, his mother, his brother, and cousin from the attack.

The first stranger, the same stranger responsible for imitating the same blast that Piper had thrown with her simultaneously just seconds ago, narrowed her eyes at the sight. The last stranger, immediately lifting her hands into the air, was preparing to use her electrical force field to pop the bubble shield when she was suddenly stopped by the first stranger.

"No, stop!" the first stranger commanded, putting up her hand to signal her authority to the other two with her. She received hard glares from both of them.

"P, what gives?" the second stranger asked, the one responsible for controlling the water molecules.

"P?" Piper mimicked. "Well, P can take both herself and you two and back it up. You want to take me on, go for it, but if any one of these kids get hurt, you'll have me to deal with." She pulled Chris back up into her arms.

The three glares met Piper's heated one.

"Who are you?" the stranger, called P, interrogated.

"Good question," Piper cracked. "How about answering that one for me?" she turned the question back around onto them.

"You're on our turf," one of the others protested. "This is how it works, you answer our questions, we don't answer yo ... "

"The name's Prudence," the first young woman, called P, cut the other one off.

"P, what are you doing?" the other one protested. "We're here to find the others, not make new friends! For all we know, Wyatt sent them here."

Piper overheard her son's name mentioned and her brows furrowed while her eyes narrowed. P actually stood for Prudence? Was this a joke?

"I got this, Jules. Back off, will ya'?" Prudence warned.

The young woman groaned in agitation, turning to share an annoyed look with the third young woman who just rolled her eyes in response.

"I'm looking for my sister!" Piper took advantage of the moment and called out. "Her name is Prue. Have you run into her or seen her around here?"

All three surprised faces shot back to her.

"Are you shape shifters?" Prudence avoided the question that Piper asked. "What do you know about the others being gone?" she continued on with her own interrogation that was directed at Piper.

"What others being gone?" Piper shot back. "I don't even know how I got here, mind helping me out with that?" she threw back their way, looking between all three of them. Was it just a coincidence that one of them happened to share her sister's name? Then, her mind back-tracked. "And hold on a second. What would the three of you know about shape shifting demons anyway? Judging by your warm welcome about a minute ago," she cracked, referring to their display of magic, "you should be able to answer that for me. Who are you?" she demanded to know.

"Uh-oh!" Prudence exclaimed, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

Piper's eyes bulged. "Uh, yeah. Uh-oh about sums this up if you don't start answering my questions," she mocked and then directed the subtle threat back at the young woman standing a small distance in front of her. "What is that supposed to mean exactly?"

Prudence took a deep breath. Turning around, the three women huddled and began whispering something that Piper couldn't quite make out. However, reading body language had become something that she was good at. There was obviously a minor disagreement on how they wanted to handle this situation. Until now, the kids had remained quiet, Wyatt holding the shield in place, but he was beginning to grow tired and Molly pulled on Piper's pants to get her attention.

"Auntie Piper? I want to go home!" her voice pleaded.

"I know, sweetie, me too!" Piper tried to reassure her.

"Maybe mommy went home?" she suggested.

"Maybe," Piper tried to smile for Molly's benefit.

Just a few seconds later, Prudence and the others broke apart with Prudence assuming the lead once again.

Piper's stare met hers head on.

"I'm Prudence, this is Julie," she pointed to the second one who could control water. "Julie's my sister. That's our cousin, Laura," she pointed to her next. "And I'm going out on a limb and assuming that you're going to tell me your name is Piper Halliwell," she asserted, completely taking Piper by surprise. "Our apologies. I thought you looked familiar when I took a closer look at you. And the little ones," she nodded her head in their direction.

In a suspicious manner, Piper narrowed her eyes and glanced over all three of them. "And how would you know that exactly?"

"P?" Laura turned to Prudence and protested. "This can be a trick?"

"It's not!" Prudence shot down. "Trust me, I could feel it and my empathy never lets me down," she insisted. "She's telling us the truth about everything." She looked Piper straight in the eyes with her next phrase. "She doesn't know how she got here."

"So glad to convince you," Piper cracked. "Now that we got that straight, how about answering one of my questions for a change. Who exactly are you people?"

"Well, we would be the daughters of Phoebe," Prudence answered, pointing between Julie and herself.

"And Paige!" Laura raised her hand in the air.

Piper stared between all of them.

"And if you're Aunt Piper, welcome to 2029," Julie finished for her sister.

Piper laughed. "Of course." Her face turned serious.

X

(Present - 2007)

"Who are you?" Past Prue sized up Phoebe first.

Andy took a few closer steps closer to get a better look but Past Prue turned and noticed. His movements caused her to retreat so Andy stopped. He stared, not fully believing what his eyes were showing him.

Past Prue's eyes darted across the room to meet those of the new strangers. Most of them were staring back at her and it made her extremely uncomfortable to be the center of attention in this way. She found herself retreating some more.

"Prue, honey, take it easy," Future Piper jumped in to reassure her once again. "I promise, nobody here is going to hurt you."

"You keep saying that but I don't believe you," Past Prue protested. "I just want to go back home. Take me back home," she demanded. Her pleading eyes darted back towards the group she had arrived here with. "Please, I don't want to be here anymore."

"We can't because we don't even know how to get ourselves back," Future Molly tried to sympathize with the confused version of her mother. She was just happy to be in the presence of any form of her mother.

Phoebe tried to intervene. "Prue, sweetie, listen," she began to walk towards her.

"Stop!" Past Prue commanded. "Don't come near me. You people are wacko," she shook her head in disbelief after witnessing the other worldly events transpire.

Phoebe stopped. "Okay," she put her hands up. "Listen, we are going to try and help you get home. Promise. But we need for you to listen to us and do what we say. Please."

"Besides, technically, we are home," Future Melinda bit down against her lip. "We're just not back in our own versions."

Past Prue grew silent.

"Besides, if we're 'wacko,'" Paige made air quotes. "So are you sister!" she teased in a light manner.

Prue shot her a curious look.

"The name's Paige," the youngest sister beat her to the chase. She suspected what Past Prue was probably thinking. "And that would be the current version of Phoebe," she continued on with the introductions. "I know you know who that is. You know, your baby sister? But, that's not actually 'true' true? I'm currently your big baby sister but we don't meet for a while," she shared with the younger version of Prue.

"Oh." It was the only way Past Prue knew how to respond.

"Paige?" Phoebe scolded.

"What?" Paige challenged. "Look, it's not like we're going to be keeping that a secret!" she retorted. "I think we've surpassed worrying about future consequences about, oh I don't know, say like four other people ago," her arms waved at the future visitors.

Andy, on the other-hand, couldn't pull his gaze away and Past Prue had caught it. She scrunched up her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Past Prue challenged.

"Because, uh, - " he stammered.

"Honey, that's Andy," Phoebe stepped in and helped out, supplying information she hoped would interest her sister long enough for them to be able to reason with her. "You guys are actually married here."

Past Prue's eyebrows shot up. All of this was becoming a little too much for her. Quickly, her heartbeat picked up and she felt the heat rush to her face as the room began to spin everywhere around her. She had been listening to this entire conversation, piecing things together with the explanations from her group. Sisters, children, and other relatives of varying ages from different futures? Magical powers, mythical boxes, and magical stones existing, not to mention, did they use the word - demons? She was losing it, she concluded, the hormones from this pregnancy must have finally caught up with her. The dizziness suddenly took over and she slipped into blackness, her body slumping down. Future Piper reached out, she was the closest, and she struggled to keep her from dropping to the floor as others rushed to assist her. She fell anyway.

"I've got her!" Andy was the first one there to assist.

Lifting the younger version of his wife into his arms, he carried her over to the attic couch, gently placing her onto it. While leaning over her, his eyes immediately caught the noticeable bulge that was clearly protruding from underneath the pink sweater. As he straightened back up, something else caught his attention. It was the pink sweater with the red heart stitched a few inches down from the collar. Prue had always hated pink but he had gotten her the sweater for Valentine's day during junior year, his senior year. It was shortly before they had broken up. The small heart was embroidered with Andy's name stiched in the middle of it. Now, here she lie in front of him wearing it. The memory brought a small smile to his face.

"Does this mean Prue's stuck in the past?" Phoebe automatically put the pieces to this puzzle together. "Since her past self came here?"

"Yup, that's what it looks like," Future Chris answered. He became rather quiet when she had become the center of attention.

"I don't understand," Paige voiced. "How come Prue didn't come from the future like the rest of you did?"

Future Chris, Molly, Melinda and Piper all shared a secretive but somber glance. The look spoke volumes amongst each other but it wasn't hidden from the others.

After looking between them, Phoebe sighed. "Okay, someone please explain that?"

"It's nothing!" Future Chris covered up pretty quickly. "We don't know anything; we're just as in the dark as you are." He looked around at all of the skeptical stares he was receiving around him. "I swear!"

Paige narrowed her eyes in on her nephew. "Why don't I believe you?"

"Fine, don't believe me," Future Chris shrugged. "Like I care."

"Does this have something to do with Prue?" Andy jumped into the conversation, growing suspicious like the others had become. "Did something different happen with her then it did for you?" this next question was directed at Future Piper.

The demeanor in Future Molly had changed and Andy noticed that too. After defensively folding her arms across her chest, she began to fidget in an anxious manner, tapping her foot against the floor and making eye contact only with that floor. It was strange to be standing only a few feet away from someone who was supposed to represent his daughter, a daughter from somewhere in the coming future. She was a stranger; however, at the same time, not really a stranger at all. He didn't know what to say to her or if he should say anything to her. He wasn't sure if he was reading into things too much but he felt like she was intentionally keeping her distance. What was that about?

"Piper?" Phoebe pleaded with her future sister for the truth. "Come on, if you know something and you're keeping it from us, you have to tell us."

Future Piper wouldn't meet the expectant looks coming from both her sisters and it was because of that body language, both Phoebe and Paige knew she was lying before the words even left their future sister's mouth.

"I'm not keeping anything from you."

Phoebe and Paige shared a concerned look. "We don't believe you."

"Don't push this." The frustration in Future Piper's voice was beginning to grow.

"Push what?" Phoebe persisted. "If something's happened to Prue, I think we have a right to know, Piper. Is she stuck in the past, are we going to be able to get her back?"

There was no response; however, Future Piper's sad eyes locked with Phoebe's.

"Are we going to lose her?"

The panic in Phoebe's voice put others on alert. Coop came up behind Phoebe, placing his hands on the tops of her shoulders, hoping to calm her. Andy; however, was anything but calm as his panic began to overtake him in the moment. Why the hell were all these future visitors acting like they had something big to hide? Something that most likely involved the return of his wife or even the future of his family.

"She's not stuck in the past," Future Chris tried to intervene, hoping to diffuse a situation before it blew up. "She's ... "

"Chris!" Future Piper and her stern warning came across.

"Mom, I know," Future Chris defended himself. He turned back to his younger aunts. "Look, there's just certain things we can't say because future consequences can ..."

"Why don't you just cut it with all the crap talk and answer the damn questions!" Andy shouted, finally cutting into what he considered a completely dysfunctional conversation. He was now the one standing directly in front of the future visitors, addressing them all as a group. "You're talking in circles," he directed at Future Chris. "Now, let's try this again the right way. I ask a question and you answer it. Is my wife stuck in the past?"

Future Molly continued to fidget, her fingers fiddling with her necklace. Her pacing picked up in the background as she fought off an inner struggle within herself on whether or not to just let it slip out. Future Chris just met Andy's hardened glare with his own.

"Is my wife stuck in the past?" Andy repeated again, the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice intense.

"No."

"Good - that wasn't so hard. Is she stuck in the future?" his next question followed.

"No."

"Will she come back?" Andy's interrogation of him continued.

Future Chris shared a quick look with his mother and she nodded back at him. Looking down, he released a heavy sigh before answering. Once again, he met with the angry face of a younger version of his uncle. "Yes. Happy now?"

"No. Far from it," he shook his head. "But it offers me a little reassurance."

Future Molly suddenly broke free from the group and ran for the door leading out of the attic. All of this was becoming too much for her, she was suffocating, she needed to breath, and she needed to get away from everyone. Future Piper shared a look with both of her grown children, letting them know that she would be the one to go and make sure Future Molly was going to be okay. Future Piper followed after her.

X

(Future - 2029)

After registering the shock and deciding she was really the one at a disadvantage, Piper gave in, opting to believe their story for the time being. Little Wyatt had finally released his shield after his mother told him it was alright to do so. What other option did she really have with the children by her side? She didn't want to put them in harms way any more than they needed to be, and besides, what if they really were stuck in some version of the future? Whatever had transpired in the Underworld with Gideon, definitely went beyond anything she had ever experienced at the hands of evil during her entire time as a Charmed One. So, she found herself walking down long stretches of underground passage ways, following closely behind the three young women claiming to be adult versions of her nieces. Nieces from a future that hadn't arrived yet.

"Where exactly are you taking us?" Piper demanded to know.

"Somewhere safe," Prudence answered vaguely.

"Yeah, well, I'll be the judge of that," Piper muttered and then rolled her eyes.

Looking up at the light now streaming in through the drains, Piper passed on a questioning look. "Um, just curious, but is there something wrong with using the real world to get there?" she nodded in the direction above them.

"We don't go up there! Ever!" Laura's voice hitched.

"Whoa, okay?" Piper widened her eyes and put her hands up. "Mind explaining why exactly?"

The small group stopped.

Prudence turned around. "Look, there are lots of things that are just different now," she quickly glanced in little Wyatt's direction. However, Piper had caught it. "We can't live in the real world anymore," she stressed. "None of our kind can nor can the mortals who refuse to do his bidding," her tone seethed with a distinct hatred.

"It's dangerous," Laura backed up the explanation.

"Yeah, the best thing to do is just follow our lead for now," Julie explained, her tone a little less defensive now that she believed that Piper was actually herself. "We'll do our best to explain the rest once we get there."

"Dangerous?" Piper couldn't help but ask. She didn't like where she suspected that was leading: to Wyatt.

"Like I said," Julie stressed again. "We'll explain it better once we get back into the safety of the shelter."

They resumed their journey and Piper walked the rest of the way in complete silence, tending to the kids and only breaking her silence if her presence required putting the future nieces questions and fears to rest. After about fifteen more minutes of walking through passages that looked perfectly identical to each other, the group came to stand before a solid wall.

Piper arched her eyebrows. "Um, a dead end?" she asked.

"No," Laura smiled.

Piper watched in amazement as Laura stretched her hand out, running it over the solid wall and manipulating the solid structure. A large hole, creating an entrance into a large expanse of underground dwelling that stretched for miles forward, opened up for them to use.

"Okay," Piper mouthed. "Now that's pretty impressive."

"Thanks," Laura smiled again.

"Laura's form of telekinesis allows her to move and manipulate the structure of anything solid," Julie explained. "Mine lets me manipulate liquid molecules."

Everyone walked inside.

Piper guided the kids through and then watched as Laura used her hand to seal the entrance behind them. There was no longer a visible entrance or exit into this place they had just entered. Rows and rows of make-shift beds lined the inner walls. There were cauldrons set above wooded fires, being used as both a source of heat and to prepare meals to eat. Piper watched the throngs of people coming and going, children and their parents interacting together, as if this lifestyle were completely normal. Suddenly, there was another little girl who spotted Molly with Piper and she ran up to them.

"Do you like my doll?" the child with the light brown spiral curls thrust forth the old and raggedy looking doll at Molly. It was covered in dirt and grim. Both the child and the doll looked to be in need of a bath.

This underground world appeared to be housing families who were living like squatters. This action scared Molly and she grabbed around Piper's waist, hiding her face at her side. Piper offered her some reassuring words to calm her. After giving the other little girl a smile, they continued swiftly along their journey. Confused by Molly's strange reaction, the other little girl just shrugged, running off quickly, back to rejoin her family members. Prudence and the others ushered them along as quickly as possible and soon Prudence was pushing apart a huge drape tacked up to the ceiling. After they entered the area, they were inside a separate room, one attached off from the main dwelling.

"P!" two other little girls occupying the room ran up to hug her.

The youngest was blond, reminding Piper of someone and the older one looked much different. She had a louder shade of darker brown hair.

"Did you find Aunt Molly?" the brown-haired one asked.

"Not yet, peanut, but we will," Prudence answered the little girl. "Auntie Molly has a very important job to do which keeps us all safe." She sighed, trying to hide the worry in her eyes, as she turned to address Piper. "Okay, this one right here is Christie," she introduced the little brown haired girl, patting her head.

Christie offered a shy smile and light wave. "Hi."

Piper smiled back. She had pieced it together now. "It's nice to meet you, Christie."

"And this little mischief maker is Penny," Prudence finally introduced the last one.

"Hi!" Penny waved and offered a big smile, flashing some missing teeth.

"Christie's ten and Penny just turned seven."

Piper smiled. This little girl looked just like Billie. These two little girls must be Billie's children and Prue's grandchildren. After thinking about it for a moment, it suddenly dawned on her to wonder where Billie was? Looking around, she didn't see her anywhere around here.

"Not here!" Prudence ordered, shaking her head adamantly.

That damn empathy, Piper thought. She must have picked up on her feelings, which in turn led to her thoughts about Billie. Actually, the more she thought about Billie and now Prue, the more worried she became. If these people hadn't come across her sister, which it definitely appeared like they hadn't, then where in the hell was she? Had they been separated after being sucked into that stupid box and, if so, how were they separated and why? Where had Prue gone?

"Listen, Christie? Penny?" Prudence addressed the children. "I have a big favor to ask of you. Why don't you take them with you and show them where to play for a little while?" she made reference to Molly, Wyatt, and Chris. "Just until the grown-ups are done talking."

They both nodded and reluctantly, Molly began to follow them. Penny reached out her hand and Molly took a hold of the hand. Turning around, she looked back at Piper once more. Wyatt and Chris also followed as Christie led them away.

"It's okay, I'll we waiting right here," Piper reassured Molly when she caught her look of uncertainty. It obviously wasn't easy for Molly to trust, not after everything that had already transpired for her in her young life.

Prudence, Julie, and Laura gathered around Piper when the coast was clear.

"Alright, spill it!" Piper ordered first. "What's going on here?"

"Well, I'm guessing the first thing you're probably wondering is why everyone isn't here with us?" Prudence opened up. "Everyone like Billie ... or even yourself."

Piper's eyes widened, her head nodding to affirm it. "The thought did cross my mind," she admitted.

"Well, " Prudence hesitated. "That would be ..."

"Because you're all dead!" Julie finished for her. "All of you. Aunt Prue, Aunt Paige, mom, you, and most of our fathers. Even Billie."

X

(Present - 2007)

Future Piper went in search of Future Molly. After a quick inspection of the second floor, which brought back a fleeting feeling of euphoria from a time when things seemed right with the world, or at least much better, she quickly discovered that her niece had to have made it down to the first floor level.

"Molly?" she called out, making her way downstairs.

After taking another quick look around, Future Piper found her way into the conservatory, noticing the doors leading into the patio were opened. She knew her journey to find Future Molly had just come to an end. While walking through the manor, the bittersweet memories of her former home had quickly overwhelmed Piper; however, she could fully understand why all this would be even more difficult on her grown niece. Exiting through the glass door and walking past the flower beds, she could make out Molly sitting on one of the lawn chairs. She was staring up into the sky, admiring the luster of the stars.

"Molly, honey?" she called out again, walking directly to her. "Everything alright?"

Future Piper knew her question was born out of love and concern. She already knew the answer. After taking a seat on a lawn chair right beside her, Future Molly turned to acknowledge her with a sad smile.

"It's been such a long time since I've even noticed the stars," Future Molly voiced, still leering at the vast expanse of dark sky spread out everywhere above her. "We take it for granted, you know," she sighed. "Tomorrow, it can be all gone. It will be gone for us. It will be gone when we have to go back."

Future Piper reached out an arm and gently rubbed her back in a comforting manner. "Yes, I do know," she acknowledged with a sad reflective smile of her own. She turned her attention up towards the stars as well. "We do learn to appreciate what we have when we have it. Other times, it's not until we actually lose it. But we do need to be careful here," she reminded her.

"I know," Future Molly closed her eyes. "But would it really be so bad?" she turned to face her aunt. "I mean, I know we're bound by all these magical rules and consequences but if we could change things to make it better, why is that wrong?"

Future Piper sighed wearily. "Oh, Molly," she reached over and pulled her closer. "What's meant to be will be. Destiny usually gets its way. But consequences that come with changing the past, even if we truly believe it's for the best, can really make other things back-fire. I can't recount how many times that I wished, prayed even, and cursed the universe for not being able to make things the way we swore they should be. There were so many things in my own life that just seemed so unfair."

"Everything happens for a reason?" Future Molly countered, in a mocking manner. "Maybe we're here to make things different, to make it the way it's really supposed to be. Honestly, I don't see what we have to lose at this point. Could it really be any worse than it already is back in our time?"

"Maybe not," Future Piper relented. "But let's just wait and see."

They shared a smile with each other.

x

Future Chris stood with his sister at the podium, the same podium that was home to the new and improved Book of Shadows. It was opened up in front of them; Future Chris had gone looking in search of a way to help fix this mess.

Across the attic, Andy and Billie remained vigilant at Past Prue's side while she remained unconscious, a cold compress pressed against the side of her head from where she had slightly bumped it after the fall. Both Phoebe and Paige had left the attic only shortly after Future Piper and Future Molly had departed. They were determined to find a way to resolve the sudden suspicion that would arise from their recent absence from jail. The guys, Leo and Coop, had gone with them.

"Chris, this isn't going to work!" Future Melinda tried to keep her voice low, as he scribbled down a spell. "A spell didn't get us into this mess; it's not going to get us out."

"Mel, we have to try something. Standing around here doing nothing is not doing anything to fix this and we need to get back to the others before they find out something's wrong," he countered.

"Something is wrong, Chris!" her eyes bulged, as she threw up her hands. "We're stuck in the past with no way out. Besides, you heard mom. The aunts are going to need those stones Gideon has to help fix this."

Future Chris looked her square in the eye. "Hey! If we don't get ourselves out of here, the aunts are going to have more than just Gideon to deal with. We still have Wyatt to worry about, remember?" he pointed out, making sure he wasn't overheard by the others across the room. "Something they still don't have any idea about. So are you going to stand there arguing with me or are you going to help me out?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Fine!" she gave in. "But if we fail and get caught, or by some freaky chance make things worse for ourselves, you get to explain this to mom!" She snatched the paper with the spell on it from him.

Future Chris and Future Melinda turned to address the others.

"Uh, hey listen, guys?" he called to grab their attention. "Mel and I will be right back. We're just going to go and see what's keeping Mom and Molly," he lied. "And find out what the others are up to," he pointed back over his shoulder.

Andy and Billie both silently nodded their heads in acknowledgement and watched as the two future visitors left in quite a hurry. The room was silent after their departure and more than a little awkward for Andy and Billie.

Andy glanced over, trying to find the best way to break the ice with her. "So," he finally broke in. "Do things normally get this strange for you guys when you fight demons?" he inquired. "I mean, relatives from the future?" he snorted in disbelief. "I thought I'd seen and heard it all!"

Billie grinned. "Well, yes and no," she volunteered. "I mean, yeah, you could say things definitely get weird around here when it comes to the whole demon fighting thing but it's something we just deal with," she shared. "And it's not like there's a choice in it; it's just who were are and what we do. Now, the whole visits from the future thing? Haven't really run into that. This is kind of a first for me." Then she shot her attention down at the young dark-haired teenage girl that was sprawled out beneath her. "But, I think I have to say, this is definitely the weirdest it's gotten for me."

Andy followed her line of sight down to Past Prue.

"Actually, weird doesn't even begin to cover it," Billie re-evaluated. "This is just completely mind boggling. I'm looking down at my mother?" her face contorted in disbelief. "What is she, like a year or two younger than I am right now?"

"Seventeen?" Andy volunteered. "She was going into her senior year. I went off to college." He sighed, it was a sigh filled with deep regret. "I don't know. Maybe if I had been a little bit more persistent in finding out what was wrong back then, maybe things would have been different," some of the guilt slipped into his tone.

Billie felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. "Well, you probably couldn't have been very helpful with something you just didn't know about," she offered. "And if it helps, I had a good life for the most part. Christy's disappearance was the only major bump in the road."

"Right. Which leads right back to this," he pointed the blame back at the life-style in which they were all destined to lead. "See, that's what I'm talking about. If I had stuck around, things like that could have been different. Innocent people ended up paying with their lives."

"Wait, you're blaming yourself?" Billie was a bit surprised. "She never even told you about me. And from what I know now, she never even knew she was going to become a witch, none of the sisters did," she reasoned. "The demons came after Christy because of me; it had nothing to do with you."

"The demons came after your sister because we put you in the position to make it possible," Andy countered regrettably. "And in the end, it doesn't really matter that I didn't know or whether Prue's grandmother made her go through with the adoption, none of that changes the simple truth. Prue and I weren't around so other people paid the price."

"Whoa, now that's scary. I think you're starting to sound like me?" Billie cracked, thinking about all the times she blamed herself for Christy's dilemma.

Andy smirked and then Billie jumped when she felt Past Prue stir.

"I think she's waking up!" Billie panicked, pulling the cold compress away from her.

Andy moved to have a look.

"Uh, what should we say to her?" Billie wished that Phoebe or Paige would hurry up and get their butts back here.

A few groans and grunts escaped between the lips of the seventeen year old before Past Prue completely opened her eyes, staring into the bright hazel ones of the blond above her. She flinched a little bit, slightly taken aback that she was in such close proximity to this stranger. The last thing she remembered was a group of people, weird people, claiming to be relatives from some distant future. After waking back up, she had been positive that she would discover that she had only been dreaming the whole thing up, sure that she had only been asleep.

Her eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" Past Prue demanded to know.

Billie's eyes darted around, meeting Andy's, and then finally settling back onto the determined face of such a young girl. A cheesy smile fell into place.

"Uh, your daughter?" she bit down on her lips.

Past Prue's eyes grew bigger.

x

Phoebe paced the length of Piper and Leo's bedroom with the bedroom cordless phone pressed up next to her ear.

Paige, Leo, and Coop all watched, waiting anxiously for the discussion to finally reach its end. Paige tried to keep pace with Phoebe, doing her best to try and listen in on the whole conservation taking place from both sides. Leo stood with his arms crossed near the bed-post and Coop leaned back against the vanity, nervously tapping his fingers against it.

"Yes, we understand that, Agent Murphy," Phoebe could be heard pleading from her end of the conversation. "Please, we just need at least twenty-four hours, give us the twenty-four hours, and then we'll think of what to do next if we still need more time," she bartered.

Arms crossed, Paige leaned over. "Don't forget to ask about the security images, in case anything was caught on camera?"

Phoebe waved her away. Paige just shot her a silly face in return.

"Oh, and do you think you might be able to do anything about the security cameras?" Phoebe inserted. "Just as a precaution?"

Leo and Coop shared a look from across the room.

"Uh-huh," Phoebe murmured.

Still listening closely, Paige moved to join Leo. She released a deep breath, one she had been holding in for the duration of the phone exchange.

"Uh-huh," Phoebe repeated. "We got it. Thanks, Agent Murphy, we definitely owe you on this one," she ended the phone call. Releasing her own intake of air, a huge sigh of relief, she turned to the others. "Okay, that bought us a little time. He's going to draw up a federal warrant and if anyone asks questions or if Richardson comes nosing around, he's going to cover and say Andy released us into his custody for questioning over the whole club incident. So that'll help explain away why none of us are there in lock-up."

"How much time?" Leo asked for clarification, even though he had heard bit and pieces of the discussion that Phoebe had with the Agent.

"Twenty-four hours, tops!" Phoebe confirmed.

"Twenty-four hours?" Paige cracked. "Something tells me we won't even get a location on that Box and those Stones in twenty-four hours. Never mind getting everybody back to where they're supposed to be," she stressed.

"Well, twenty-four hours is all we got," Phoebe repeated. "So we better come up with something fast."

"Still, we should focus on the fact that it's something to work with and better than nothing at all," Leo tried to offer. "Plus, we aren't really alone in this. The future kids are here too and Piper's still technically with us, even if it is another version of her."

"Yeah, uh, creepy, a much older version of her," Paige cracked again. "It's weird, in a lot of ways over the past five and half years, even before Wyatt and Chris came along, she always struck me as the motherly type. Now, when looking at her, it feels like she actually is my mother instead of just my sister."

"Yeah, well, I just wish our Future Piper was able to be a bit more helpful," Phoebe added. "Even with the name of those things," she stressed in reference to the Vicarian Stones, "we're still starting from scratch. Not to mention, we have young Prue to worry about on top of everything else. If anything happens to her, it can effect our entire present. And Billie's."

"And how weird is that?" Paige reflected on that particular part of the unexpected visitation, a visitation actually caused by Gideon this time around, not them. "Everyone else comes from the future but Prue comes back to us from the past, pregnant with Billie, and with no powers to protect herself." However, Paige re-thought about her analysis and then made a face. "Wait, on second thought, it's not all that weird. Substitute the kid inside her, and she's exactly in the same position she was before she left," she cracked. "Only now about twenty years younger," she nodded her head dramatically.

Phoebe snorted.

"What do you think it means?" Coop's curiosity got the better of him.

"At this point," Phoebe shrugged. "Who knows."

"Anyway, problem number one down for the moment," Paige interjected.

Phoebe nodded. "And number two to go," she added. "Waiting for us upstairs," her next head nod went in the direction of the ceiling.

"We should probably get back with the others," Paige suggested.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Everyone turned to look. Billie was at the open entrance.

Phoebe greeted her instantly. "Billie, hey, how's it going up there?" she asked, knowing that she had remained behind with the others.

Billie walked in, arms folded across her chest. "Well, it's going," she cracked. "The future kids left the attic a little bit ago to go and find Future Piper and my new little big sis. Oh, that, and your big little sis, but my younger mom, just woke back up," she reported to them. "Andy, or shall I say my other father, is up there with her right now."

"Oh!" Paige groaned, bringing her hands to sides of her temples. "Enough with the bigs and littles to describe them. It's giving me one major headache just thinking about it," she complained mildly.

"I'm sure you'll live," Coop laughed, finding some small amount of humor in the confusion surrounding the entire switch.

"Alright, let's get us all back together," Phoebe instructed next. "We need to start figuring this out and we're probably going to need their help to do it."

Everyone filed out of the bedroom.

X

(Past - 1988)

Prue's eyes scanned over the content pertaining to the last diary entry, the same diary entry dated for October 2nd, 1988.

Dear Diary,

Life really sucks right about now. I feel fat and sometimes I can barely walk. Mrs. Jenkins is nice and little Christy is cute. Actually, I thought about what being a mother would be like these past couple months with her. I know that sometimes I've felt like one for Piper and Phoebe but this feels different. So that's why I'm going to write a letter. When I'm done, I'll leave it here in the back of this journal until the time is right to give it to the Jenkins. One day, hopefully they'll give it to her and she'll know it wasn't because I didn't care. I did think about what it would be like to keep her. I wish things could be different but I'll just write it all down for her. The time is close. I feel both scared and happy to get it over with.

Oh yeah. I was going to let it be a surprise but changed my mind at the last doctor's visit. I found out it's a girl. Grams was thrilled to hear it. It was weird, especially since she pushed so hard for this adoption to happen. I really don't get her sometimes. Anyways, she'll be born this month.

Hope she doesn't hate me.

Signing out,

x Prue x

After closing the journal, Prue's curiosity had gotten the better of her so she had reopened it to read some of the other journal entries. Next, she flipped through the pages, until she reached the back of the journal. There she found the stashed letter. Pulling it out, she hesitated, then unfolded it and started to examine it carefully. Suddenly, she heard voices approaching.

"Shoot!" she spat.

Thinking fast, she shoved the letter into her back pocket and dashed for the closet door found in the bedroom. Hiding herself inside, there were small slits in the door and she could vaguely make out the woman who walked in. Prue assumed it had to be Mrs. Jenkins but with her was a strange man she didn't recognize.

"I'm really sorry you had to come out of your way today, Mr. Douglas," the voice of Mrs. Jenkins addressed the man apologetically. "Prue just hasn't been feeling too well lately," she excused the teenager's absence.

"It's fine," the man's voice assured the woman.

Prue watched the man's peculiar behavior. Something about him felt ... off. He walked with his hands folded behind his back, carefully inspecting the entire layout of the bedroom. Prue immediately picked up that she didn't like this man, in fact, her senses usually shot up like this when she was confronting demons in the past.

"Prue, think, we need to get out of here," she told herself.

The man's next stop was in front of the closet. His demeanor visibly stiffened. Did he know she was in here? Could he see her? Suddenly, and very surprisingly, a name popped into her head: Dumain. He was pretending to be her tutor. She had sat with this man several times during her time here completing her studies. Had he known who she was? Who she would become? Or had it been for the baby? Prue didn't know where the information had come from but it had. Suddenly, she found herself wishing to be out of this place and back at the manor. Surprisingly enough, as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, blue and white orbs materialized swiftly carrying her away.

Prue reappeared inside what appeared to be the attic of the manor.

"Okay then!" she cried out, placing her hands against her expanding waist-line. "That had to be you because I know it wasn't me!"

Prue was just grateful to be away from the immediate threat. This Dumain person, demon, whatever, was on the verge of blowing her cover. Hadn't Billie mentioned that name before? Prue remembered, yes, he had been the same demon responsible for helping the Triad abduct her sister Christy, the sweet little girl she had mentioned inside her own journal. Her first instinct was to head straight for the podium normally housing the Book of Shadows; however, she quickly remembered that it wouldn't be found there. In fact, the attic remained completely sealed off from the rest of the house during this period in time, she and her sisters believing there was no possible way to get inside.

Where had Phoebe found it?

Using her eyes to scan over the entire layout of the attic, they landed on a chest located against a back wall, in an area not too far away from the podium. Her strides took her there and after kneeling down before it, she lifted the chest. After moving some stuff around, her eyes finally landed on what she sought.

The Book of Shadows.

There, on top of the cover, the triquetra symbol flashed - standing out.

Prue lifted herself up, bringing it back over to the podium. "Okay, where is it? I know you got to be in here somewhere," she spoke aloud.

She thought back to the time when she and her sisters, Piper and Phoebe, had been brought to the past when they were small children. Phoebe hadn't been born yet. It was during their first year as witches and they had gone back in time to prevent a pact made with a warlock named Nicholas. Their mother had made the deal, in exchange for their lives; however, upon their return home to stop the warlock, a spell had first been created by their mom and Grams for that one specific purpose: a successful return back to their time.

"Come on, come on, I know you're here!" she pleaded. Prue flung through the pages at full-speed. Suddenly, she landed on the exact page she sought. "Thank god. Here we go." She took one last deep breath, blew it out, before she began reciting the spell.

"A time for everything and to everything it's place; return what has been moved, through time and space."

Prue shut her eyes tightly - waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did. She repeated it again.

"A time for everything and to everything it's place; return what has been moved through time and space."

Again, nothing.

"Damn it!" she cursed. "Why isn't this working?"

Prue had been so distracted and focused on the task, she hadn't even heard the sound of the door opening nor did she notice the figure approaching from the shadows. Frustrated, she threw her hand against her forehead, leaning on one elbow being supported by the podium. Her hands then moved to cover her face.

"Think, Prue, think. It worked before and we need to get back home," the muffled sounds could be overheard by the new arrival. Prue looked back down to her waist and placed her hands on her stomach. "I don't suppose you can help with this?" Nothing happened upon request. "Of course not. It won't be that easy; it never is."

"That's because that spell doesn't work as well without the popper buds!"

The loud and authoritative tone threw Prue off guard and she involuntarily jumped. Glancing up in the direction of the figure just a short distance in front of her, she gasped.

"Grams!"

X

(Present - 2007)

The voices of Future Chris and Future Melinda were drowned out behind the bathroom door on the second floor of the Halliwell Manor. They kept the shower running. They also knew they had been gone for quite a while now and the others would start wondering about their whereabouts.

"Ready?" Future Melinda asked her brother.

"Ready," Future Chris sighed and then closed his eyes.

Future Melinda watched.

Future Chris began to recite it. "A time for everything and to everything it's place; return what has been moved through time and space."

Nothing happened.

Chris then opened his eyes to the sight of Melinda still in front of him, both staring at each other. Future Chris certainly hadn't felt himself move through time and Melinda hadn't witnessed it happening either. They were still inside the bathroom. The plan was to see if Chris could get back to their own time, and if it worked and the spell didn't automatically include the others and transport everyone back, Melinda would stay behind and let Future Piper and Future Molly know. Future Chris promised to get back to the others and then together they would try and find a way back to help deal with Wyatt. He was still a potential threat and stuck in the wrong time-line.

"Maybe it's the damn popper buds?" Future Chris made a crack.

Future Melinda shot up from her seated position on the toilet cover. "Forget it, Chris!" she groaned in clear agitation. "It isn't working and it's not going to, just like I knew it wouldn't! I don't care how many damn popper buds are used with that spell."

x

Ding- dong!

Everyone, everywhere in the house, was alerted to the sound of the doorbell.

x

Future Chris and Future Melinda immediately exchanged a look. Their instincts mirrored that of each other. This most likely wasn't a social call.

"Company? This late?" Future Chris's eyes popped out, not believing it.

Future Melinda just shook her head. "Probably not."

"Come on," Future Chris advised.

Both siblings left the confines of the bathroom, heading in the direction of the first floor.

x

At the sound, Paige's head shot up from the book she was currently engrossed in, one of the books she had acquired from the Magic School. She was trying to dig for any information that she could on these Vicarian Stones. Phoebe stood beside her, reading from one page in the Book of Shadows, her arms crossed over her chest. She was the first one to ask what everyone else was thinking.

"Who's that?"

Andy was already walking in the direction of the stain-glassed windows, peeking outside to see if he could identify anyone outside the manor this late. However, it proved to be a difficult feat, the dark night providing very little visualization to see much of anything. Andy and Leo had both taken Past Prue down to 'her' bedroom to try and keep her calm and to also urge her to get some rest. After she had managed to fall asleep, they returned to the attic. Coop remained with the rest of them, he was another one feeling extremely on edge with all the revelations that had come to light. The three men had been assisting with the clean up, due to the mess caused by the table being thrown across the room earlier. During the middle of it, Leo had been called away, orbed out of the attic. Everyone wondered if this was connected to his suspended Elder status? Could he possibly be getting his powers returned to him? His return was anxiously awaited.

"I can't make out anybody," Andy reported, discouraged by that fact. However, he had a sneaking suspicion who it was and he didn't like it. Turning around, his determined strides led him in the direction of the door. He was prepared for the confrontation.

"Andy, where are you going?" Phoebe interrogated.

"Downstairs. I think I know who it might be."

"Who?" Paige questioned.

"One guess!" Andy threw back.

Phoebe and Paige moved to follow, Billie did too but then Phoebe intervened.

"Billie, why don't you go check up on Prue, I mean, your mother," she suggested. "Stay upstairs with her and keep a close watch."

"Sure." Billie nodded as everyone departed the attic.

x

After hearing the doorbell, both Future Piper and Future Molly were about to make their way into the foyer when they caught sight of the man darting at a quick pace down the staircase. They identified him almost immediately. It was Andy, or Inspector Trudeau, as he was known on the job. Future Molly felt herself stiffen but she relaxed when it became apparent that he was preoccupied with something else, answering the door. She wasn't ready for a confrontation with the past version of her father.

Future Chris and Future Melinda were close on his trail, as were Phoebe and Paige. They all heard the loud yelling that began on the other side of the front door.

"This is the police! Open up right now!"

Immediately recognizing the voice, Phoebe halted on the stairs, flinging out her hand and signaling for Paige to stop as they both turned around and tip-toed half way back up the stairs to remain out of sight.

Future Chris and Future Melinda watched and then both exchanged looks with Future Piper and Future Molly as they walked over to join up with with each other.

"Sounds like somebody did something to really piss them off," Future Chris snorted, folding his arms back over his chest. "Somebody here want to let us in on what that something was?" he addressed the others from the present time-line.

"Does it matter?" Phoebe hissed from across the staircase, ducking and hiding with Paige from plain sight.

"Yeah! I just want to be prepared if we're all going to be hauled off into lock-up tonight," he quickly countered. "Because possibly sharing a cell with Bruno, the two ton Sumo wrestler, doesn't exactly appeal to me or to my health for that matter."

"Chris, just shut-up and play along!" Future Melinda nudged her brother.

The loud banging continued. "Do you hear me in there? I said to open up!"

Molly felt shivers run up her spine; the voice sounded sickeningly familiar.

Andy hesitated a few moments before finally giving in and opening the door. He held the knob, a satisfied smirk in place, as he purposely stalled, hoping to grate on the other Inspector's nerves. "What can I do for you, Richardson?" he swung the front door to the manor open, a fake grin plastered in place.

Future Molly froze. She stared.

"What can you do for me?" the other Inspector practically roared. He barged into the manor past Andy, his officers following closely behind. "You've just hindered an investigation and broken the law, Inspector!" he accused Andy.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Andy denied.

"Don't play games with me, Inspector," Richardson hollered. "I don't know how you did it, but I want the Halliwells returned back to that jail cell right where they belong. All of them. If you don't, I'll see to it personally that you have your badge stripped and that you face charges for obstruction," he threatened.

"Oh. Will you now?" Andy mocked Richardson, confronting him head on. The smirk never left his face and he folded his arms over his chest. "I would be careful, Inspector," he practically spat out at the other man. "Because I may not be the one that finds himself out of a job when this is all over."

"Are you threatening me?" Inspector Richardson's eyes narrowed.

"You take that any damn way you want to," Andy's voice hitched, a tone that signaled he meant business. He did not like this man and he made no attempts to hide it anymore. "There's nothing I can do, Inspector. It's out of my hands. Do we understand each other?"

Suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, Future Molly lunged at the Inspector who was involved in the confrontation with her father. All shock eyes turned to watch the scene that was about to unfold.

"You sick twisted piece of garbage!" she dove at the man.

"Molly, don't!" Future Melinda pleaded. It took both her and Future Chris to yank her backwards before she could physically assault the man. Luckily, they were able to react in enough time before it had reached that point or even worse, beyond that, with magic.

Phoebe and Paige's eyes widened from behind the banister.

"I'm going to kill him!" Future Molly continued to shout as her two cousins struggled to get a firm grip and pull her back.

"No, you're not!" Future Chris countered. He knew exactly why the man had set her off and as soon as he had her, he reacted. "Let's get out of here!" He communicated that message directly to his mother with his eyes. "Now!"

Future Piper moved to assist. "Molly, you need to calm down."

Shocked, Andy's attention froze on his daughter from the future while the others were visibly restraining her. Richardson, just looking for a reason to stir up more trouble for the Halliwells, intervened.

"Now, hold up just a second. I can have you brought in tonight, young lady," Richardson threatened, making it a point to straighten out his tie. "For trying to assault an officer of the law while in the course of his duty. Who are you people?" he demanded, addressing the four strangers he had never laid eyes on before.

Future Chris sneered back. "The hired help."

Future Piper got a strong grip on her niece and was about to disappear into the next room when a voice traveling from behind the opened front door grabbed the attention of everyone. Everyone turned around to look at the approaching newcomer.

"What seems to be the problem here?" the voice intervened.

It was Agent Murphy.

Stopping inside, Agent Murphy turned to address Richardson. "Inspector Richardson, I presume?" he smirked at him. He shoved a piece of paper at his chest. "This is a federal warrant - signed, sealed, and delivered by a judge. Tonight." He stressed to Richardson. "We're looking into the club fire as possible terrorist activity; therefore, we have complete authority to retain the Halliwells in our custody. This gives it to us. Therefore, Inspector Trudeau and any other officer acting in accordance with this," he nodded down at the warrant now in Richardson's hands, "are protected under the law."

Andy flashed the other Inspector a huge self-satisfied grin.

Richardson's eyes narrowed when he caught it. "This is bull!" he accused. "No judge got himself out of bed this late for this."

Agent Murphy shifted his glance between the two Inspectors.

"I don't know what kind of funny arrangement you've got going on here with the Halliwells," Richardson shook his finger at Agent Murphy, "but you can be sure that I'm going to get to the bottom of it. That's a promise."

Future Chris interjected again. "Well, Inspector, just be sure to get to the bottom of it on your own time and stop wasting ours."

Inspector Richardson stormed out of the manor, angry and even more fired up than he had been before. Phoebe and Paige, sighing with relief that it was over for the moment, arose from their hidden location and resumed their walk back down the stairs.

"Agent Murphy, that was quick?" Phoebe addressed him. "Thanks."

"Yeah, well, I called in some favors," Agent Murphy volunteered. "Which means, you owe me some in return. Big time! But I advise you get going, twenty-four hours isn't going to hold that guy off for long." He turned around to leave when he remembered something else he wanted to share with them. "Oh, yeah? By the way, my people did some more digging on him. Apparently, he was an Inspector some time back, worked on a big case around here some time ago - the Devlon murder case?"

Coop shifted uncomfortably. Phoebe tensed beside him too; she could feel his uneasiness shooting straight through to her from her power of empathy.

"Yeah, well, I guess he took some time off for awhile," Agent Murphy continued. "He served and I guess had some serious PTSD for awhile. Hit a lot of bumps in the road along the way. Turns out, his daughter worked on the force too. Before her death about a couple years back. Inspector Sheridan," he dropped the bomb that made everyone freeze.

"Thanks," Andy nodded at the Agent.

Agent Murphy exited the manor and all eyes shot to the group huddled close by. Everyone was both curious and concerned about Future Molly's reaction; however, the bombshell relating to Inspector Richardson's connection to Sheridan threw them all for a loop. Paige remembered the files that she and Piper had uncovered from his office not too long ago and while it hinted at an interest in Inspector Sheridan, never had she imagined this type of revelation. The hits just kept on coming.

Coop felt anxious. "Phoebe, I'll just meet you back upstairs," he barely got it out before he teleported away.

"Coop, wait ..." Phoebe pleaded but it was too late. He was gone. She closed her eyes and turned around to join the others.

The small group was now huddled together.

"Molly, you okay?" Future Melinda voiced her concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" Future Molly shrugged them off. "Really!" she stressed again after catching the looks of everyone around her.

"Well, I think it makes sense now why Richardson has it in for us?" Phoebe opened up to the group. Paige nodded in agreement.

"Why - what happened?" Andy interjected.

"Well," Paige began. "For starters, she died here at the manor. Killed would be more accurate."

"By a demon," Phoebe elaborated. "Zankou."

"Yeah, and in his own sick and twisted way, he must blame us for it," Paige surmised.

"Well, wouldn't you be suspicious?" Phoebe countered, playing devil's advocate. "It's not like there was a body to recover. Homeland Security covered it up." She snorted. "Of course, after she came nosing around here for the hundredth time because she couldn't mind her own business."

"Like father, like daughter!" Paige cracked.

Andy, who was standing directly across from an older version of his daughter Molly, couldn't help but stare. Feeling his gaze, Molly shifted on her feet, feeling completely uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

"What?" she shot over at him.

"Nothing," Andy denied, shaking his head, and then broke himself out from the daze. His curiosity went straight back to her reaction a few short moments ago when they had encountered Inspector Richardson. How did she know him personally? "But mind telling us what that was about just a moment ago," he changed the subject back to her earlier reactions. Both of them. "Because I'm getting the feeling it might be connected to why you stormed out of the attic earlier."

All curious eyes shot to her.

Future Chris, Future Melinda, and Future Piper were about to come to her rescue when they were suddenly confronted with a much more pressing matter. Something the family members existing in the current time-line weren't prepared for. Within a quick flash, dark purple orbs materialized into the manor.

"No! But I mind!" the loud authoritative voice that commanded obedience interrupted them, putting everywhere standing around the first floor on high alert.

All the Halliwells - past, present, and future, turned around to face the new intrusion. Phoebe and Paige just stared in shock; Andy wore a mask of confusion that was directed towards the new arrivals. To the dismay of the future Halliwells, once again, they were now standing face to face with their blood rival.

Evil Wyatt.

Sarah had accompanied him along with a stream of demons.

"What's going on?" Phoebe's voice was strained.

Evil Wyatt sneered. "Well, actually, the answer to that question is quite simple," he mocked her.

"And what would that be?" Paige narrowed her eyes in at someone she never expected to lay eyes on ever again. She watched Evil Wyatt's sneer get bigger.

"You're moving out!" There was a brief pause. "And we're moving in!"

The sneer disappeared and a hard glare replaced it.

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To Be Continued: Okay, that's the end for this chapter. I hope you found that entertaining and I'll be back with the next chapter as soon as I can. Don't forget to press the button and review because I love your feedback.

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