I apologize in advance for my character Peyton. I don't have a lot of experience with children that age, so she may be too mature or immature...

Prue waited until the next day to see Peyton. This wasn't something she could just squeeze into a couple of hours. It was also the weekend, so there was no chance that Peyton would be in school. She had hoped that Peyton would be playing by herself so that the parents could be talked to first.

It took all the courage she's ever had for her to walk to that door. But even then she spent an hour or so pacing. Finally, she just walked over and did it. "Can I help you?"

Her eyes grew wide as she recognized Prue standing there. "Oh wow. Please come in. I assume you're here to see Peyton? Is Andy with you as well?"

"You know who I am?"

"Of course, we've been telling Peyton all about you."

"You have?"

"We felt it was important. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not."

"Please, come on."

The woman led Prue to an area of couches and a few large chairs. Prue slid into the nearest chair. "Andy didn't come. I had to do this alone."

"John will get Peyton and you two can meet."

"Can I speak to you to for a moment?"

John and his wife sat on the couch near her. There were a few seconds of silence before Prue slightly shifted. "I'm not sure how to say this so I will just- I'm a witch."

John and his wife looked at each other and burst into laughter. "We know. The elders chose us to raise Peyton until you were ready. John is a white lighter and I'm a witch myself."

"It's a true honor to be raising the daughter of a Charmed One," said John, getting up.

It was so much more than anything Prue had ever dreamed. When John returned, Peyton was skipping alongside him. She looked just like a younger Prue from a distance. But as she came closer, Prue could see a little bit of Andy in her. There was definitely no mistaking that chin and his striking blue eyes. But Peyton also had Prue's jet black hair and even the mole.

Without a single hesitation, Peyton went right up to Prue and scanned her for similarities.

"Hi," she said, her smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

"Hi," replied Prue.

"Do you have your magic yet?"

"Yes."

Just when you'd think Peyton's smile couldn't grow wider, it did. But then she spotted a vial in Prue's hand and her lips plummeted into a frown. Her parents' eyes dropped to where the vial was slightly visible. "So that's why you came."

"You know what this is?"

"You want to take away my magic."

"It's for the best. I had my powers bound at your age and it kept me safe."

"Demons can't get to Peyton," said John.

"It's not just that. Being the daughter of a Charmed One means powerful magic and I don't think you should bear that burden at your age. And it can be dangerous."

"But it's not a burden!"

"Calm down Peyton," her mom said.

"I just don't want to lose my powers," she said, crossing her arms.

"What if Peyton showed you what she can do?" asked John.

Peyton's face lit up. Before Prue could answer, Peyton whipped around and skipped off to the next room. It had many large stain glass windows similar to the Halliwell conservatory. In the middle there was a small circle of objects of different sizes. "Would you like to see full power or simple?"

Prue was very curious what "full power" meant so she chose that option. All three of the family smirked. Peyton started out slowly by sliding a heavy paperweight across the floor with her hand. While she continued to slide that around with her one hand, another lifted a small dumbbell into the air and twirled it around like a very slow tornado. She then used her eyes to juggle some balls. Prue just stood staring. This was the best use of magic she had ever seen and all from a 10 year old. After a few seconds, Peyton juggled the balls, paperweight, and dumbbell and then gently placed them on the floor.

"Wow," said Prue, unable to find any other word.

Peyton grinned proudly. "So are you going to bind my powers?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"It looks like you have them under control."

Peyton let out a small squeal and sprinted to Prue to give her a hug. Prue was pushed back a little, surprised by her daughter's actions. It was amazing really. In the few weeks that Prue had been a witch, she had seen some powerful magic. But nothing was as controlled and powerful as Peyton's. "How do you move those objects with your hands?"

Peyton let go and walked to the small circle. Inside there was a small ring. She picked it up and set it on the nearest table. "Would you like to try?"

"I couldn't possibly-"

"Mommy, I'm 10 years old and I can do it. You're a Charmed One. Try it. Please?"

Prue was shocked that Peyton was talking to her when she said Mommy. She took a deep breath, a little nervous that she would let Peyton down. After all, she only had her powers for a little while and she can barely control them in their current simplicity. "Take your right hand and point it at the ring. Now close your eyes. Imagine that there is a strong chain attaching your hand to it. The chain is unbreakable and solid. Now, just move your hand a little, and see the chain pull the ring."

Prue concentrated hard and did everything Peyton told her. She jumped when the ring actually moved. It was only a little quiver, but that was something. "That's okay, you will get better," said Peyton, grabbing Prue's hand. "I did."

Peyton's parents were smiling from the doorway. They had a look in their eyes of such pride. It was obvious that they really loved and were proud of her. "And you are really awesome," Prue said squatting down to Peyton's eye level and winking.

"I had really great teachers."

"You sure have," she said looking to the parents.

"Are you taking me to live with the Charmed Ones?"

"No. I haven't quite-"

"They don't know you exist, Dear," said her adoptive mom.

"Oh. I just thought you were- Good, I love my life right now. Especially my school, it is so amazing! You can come see it sometime."

"I don't know Peyton. It's not fair for me to just start showing up. It was you magic that I was concerned about. You have perfect parents and a wonderful life. I don't want to change that."

"It's not fair!"

"Peyton Patricia, you calm yourself right now!" shouted John.

Peyton dropped her head to her chest in shame. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Please come see me sometimes. Maybe you can bring Dad, too?"

"Does he know about…" asked John.

"No," said Prue. "Even if he did, it's too hard for him. He doesn't want to disrupt your life either."

"Well tell him I don't like it and he better get his butt over here!"

"Peyton!"

"What? It's not a bad thing to say."

"I better get going," said Prue.

"Do you have to?"

Peyton folded her bottom lip over to make a begging face. Prue smiled. "Nice pout face. It's just like Andy's was at your age."

"Really?"

Peyton's face sprang into a smile of pride. Prue smiled back and headed for the door. Before she turned the handle, Peyton dashed to her and squeezed tight. "You're an amazing little girl Peyton, I'm so proud of you."

"I love you Mommy."

Prue paused. She had never expected to hear those words. After all, she had given Peyton up for adoption and never came to visit. But there was her little girl staring with big eyes of admiration. "Me too Peyton."

She walked to her car. The moment she closed the door, the tears burst out like a dam opening. But she was surprised by a knock on the door. "Peyton?"

The little girl nodded and opened the passenger door. "Hi Mommy. I just thought you would want a picture. Before you say anything, I will put a spell on it. Then no one else will see us in the picture and wonder who I am. And for Dad, I have my school picture."

Peyton pulled out a camera. Prue smiled and scooted closer. A few seconds after the picture was taken, Peyton held out her hand and it appeared through swirling white orbs. "Neat trick."

Peyton grinned with pride. "Bye Mommy, I love you."

I know it's a little bit of a stretch. But I figured that Andy and Prue conceived Peyton just after graduation and kept it a secret from everyone. Andy always kept a tab on her, though and that's how Prue knew to go to him. I also figure that could have contributed to their tension.