-Chapter Three-

Paige and Letters

"PIPER! PAIGE!" yelled Phoebe as she slammed the doors of the Halliwell Manor shut. She looked around frantically for her sisters. "Piper!"

Footsteps echoed from the kitchen and Piper Halliwell, a dark-haired woman in her late twenties walked in a look of concern on her face as she saw Phoebe turn to her frantic. "What is it?" she asked her worriedly.

"I had a vision," she said quickly.

"Of what a demon," Piper said worriedly.

"No," Phoebe groaned, "my new intern."

"Excuse me, what?" Piper said looking at Phoebe worriedly.

"My new intern," Phoebe replied.

"Phoebe," cried Piper indignantly. "You had me worried there. I thought there was going to be a demon attacking and with my state I'm not all that up for a fight," she pointed at her small bump that had been growing for nearly two months now. "Besides, with Cole immortal now we don't know when he could attack."

"Sorry," grumbled Phoebe, "but, I don't get these visions unless there is a reason so we must have to save him."

"Alright," growled Piper defeated, "what did you see?"

"I saw a bus coming at him," she said. "Which means I need to convince him not to go out which is kind of hard since he can't stay at the newspaper all the time. So I need someone to keep an eye on him after work."

"You want Paige to go out with him don't you?" asked Piper shrewdly as she already knew the answer.

"Well, it can't be you," she said jokingly as she rubbed Piper's bump. Piper slapped her hands away snappily. Phoebe chuckled, "where is Paige?"

"She said she was going to pop in and see if you wanted some Lunch," Piper replied walking with her to the door. "Chances are her and your intern will meet up."

Clark sat at Phoebe's desk looking over some of the questions. Each one seemed harder and harder to answer. Clark thought to himself each time what would his father say the answer came to him as if Jonathon Kent was sitting next to him answering the questions himself. Clark looked up every now and again to make sure that no one could see him doing this in super speed.

Clark looked at the letter he was holding. He was stumped and not even his father could give him this advice. It read:

Dear Phoebe,

I have been known this guy for a few years. He knows I like him but, he doesn't look twice at me. He likes me, but, doesn't love me. Should I forget about him and move on or should I tell him how I feel?

From

Pinning for Him

Clark looked glumly as he remembered how Chloe had had unrequited feelings for him. He liked her, maybe even loved her. But, as a sister or a cousin. Maybe, now that he had been gone for a few months she might have moved on, maybe, even Lana might have.

Clark jumped as he heard a knock at the door. He looked up to see a pale redheaded girl stood before him. She was beautiful she looked similar to Phoebe except with some differences. "Is Phoebe around?" she asked gingerly

"Err… no," Clark said standing up sheepishly, "She went out. Who are you?"

"I'm her sister, Paige," she said quickly.

"Oh, nice to meet you," he said holding out his hand. She took it, "I'm Clark Kent, I'm Phoebe's intern. Did you want her for something important?"

"Oh no," she replied shaking her head quickly. "I was just wondering if she wanted to get a bit of lunch."

"Oh, well I don't know when she'll be back," he said picking up a box and placing it on top of the filing cabinet.

Paige's eyes narrowed as she saw Clark's six pack as his shirt lifted as he stretched. She liked it. "Yummy," she groaned quietly under her breath.

"Pardon," Clark said quickly as he placed the box on top of the filing cabinet.

Paige snapped out of her daze. "What? Oh, I said pity," she said quickly. "Say," said slowly, "I was just wondering if you'd like to have some lunch."

"With you?" Clark said surprised.

"That was the idea," said Paige raising an eyebrow.

Clark looked at her apprehensively. "I'm not sure," he groaned apprehensively. "I mean, I've only just got here."

"Oh right," Paige said a little crestfallen. She suddenly, lifted her head a little hopeful. "How about tonight? My sister owns a club we could go to?"

"Err... okay," Clark replied sheepishly, at least someone could show him around.

"Okay," she said cheerfully, "see you tonight. I'll put your name at the door o the club. Its called P3."

Clark nodded. A wash of excitement filled him as she turned and walked away his eyes looking down towards her backside. He smiled trying to contain himself. He had a date.