Piper sat on the bed beside her baby sister. Thoughts of the past ran through her mind as she held Phoebes hand in hers. Running her other hand over the top of her head. Between her and Paige they had done everything they could. They had dressed Phoebes shoulder wound and stopped the bleeding on her stomach wound. That was the one that worried her most. She knew without Leo's help or a doctor Phoebe was still in grave danger.

She sat there on the bed thinking of the time when she sat there nursing her baby sister. She had the chicken pox. Her five-year-old sister was so lost. Between feeling generally crappy and itching from the spots all over her tiny body she was miserable.

"I am right here honey just like any other time. I won't let you go down this alone." Piper looked over at Wyatt in his playpen. He was standing to the side looking at his Aunt. To Piper it was as if he knew what was going on. That something was wrong with Phoebe.

She made her way to the playpen and lifted her son up to her hip. "You know what's going on don't you sweetie." It wasn't even a question a she watched Wyatt held his eyes to Phoebe.

It was then that Chris appeared in a swirl of blue and white lights.

"What? What happened?" he asked with concern as he cast his eyes down on Phoebe and her wounds.
"I wish I knew, she got a premonition and what ever she saw hurt her."
"How is that possible?" Chris looked on confused.
"You're from the future, you should know. Her power of premonition advanced to a lethal stage. She can actually BE IN her vision. And this time it might cost her, her life." Piper replied as she set Wyatt down next to Phoebe. She smiled as he crawled over and cuddled in next to his Aunt.
"He thinks a lot of her." Chris spoke non-chalant.
"He does both his Aunts." Piper replied as she looked down at Wyatt who had his head resting on Phoebes shoulder. "I wish they had given you time to master the art of healing before you came back here." She spoke quietly not taking her eyes off Phoebe. She knew her sister was close to dieing but she wasn't about to let go. There had to be something that would save her.

Chris left Piper alone feeling guilty that he could not heal Phoebe. Maybe this was the demon he was looking for, the one that had been after Wyatt. Yet somehow he felt different, this was not the demon he was after. He didn't even begin to try and understand. No other case had effected him this way. This was something different something personal between the sisters. And more so between Phoebe.

Paige sat on the couch trying to think of anything to help Phoebe.

"Short of trying to explain this to hospital staff there isn't anything any of us can do Paige." Chris voice penetrated her mind as she wiped away the tears.

Paige turned on him with fury in her eyes, "We have to try Chris. We both have it in us." Paige's words came as she tried to come up with something as she rushed the stairs and pulled Chris after her.

She waited as many others did around him for his lone servant to return to him. But as of yet; nothing.

She felt it inside her. The feeling and knowledge to get what he wanted. Stepping forward she placed a hand on his shoulder as she bent down towards him. Whispering something to him that no one but him could hear. She knew what he wanted and she knew she was the one that could get it for him.

Not even casting another glance at the demons sitting at his feet she disappeared.

Piper hadn't moved as the tears ran freely down her face. Without Leo she knew Phoebe was lost. It was only a matter of time. She didn't even flinch when the door opened, she knew it was Paige and didn't see the point

"Piper I have an idea. What if Chris, Wyatt and I pooled or powers?" she asked with new hope. It was the only thing she could think of with Leo not around.

Piper looked from Phoebe to Paige. She had hope. It might work. Individually their healing touch didn't work but together. Anything was possible.

Paige took Wyatt in her arms and placed his hand just over Phoebes wound, as Chris and her did the same. Just as she felt the power flowing through her she felt the wall slam into her back.

Piper looked on in shock as her sister and son slammed into the nearest wall. Chris sailed in the other direction. What shocked her more was who was standing there.

"Prue?"
"Hello Piper."
"What.? What are you doing? They were helping Phoebe."
"And that is something I can't let happen. Someone wants her and he wants her feeling all the pain she can get." Prue stated as she tucked her arms under her sister. She didn't even cast a glance at Piper before she disappeared. Leaving Piper shell shocked as Paige and Chris cleared their own thought of what happened. For as it stood Piper was scared not only for losing Prue but Phoebe as well

Piper watched helplessly as Prue disappeared with their sister. To her it was the last link to family, and she knew that without any sort of magical intervention her baby sister was close to joining her big sister in the afterlife.

Amesist made his way around his lab as he had done many times in the past. Potions bubbled in all corners of the small room. There was nothing in particular that he was making but he knew he needed something powerful for when the final battle came. A battle that he knew was coming soon. He knew she had lost the one witch she wished to held on to, but then he also knew a long time ago what would happen when she asked him to work his own dark magic on the two souls she had.

He knew the risks long before she did and had tried to convince her that there were other ways, but she would not hear of it. She, like many before and after her, had sites on one thing: The throne of the underworld.

Her robes twisted around her body as she walked with confidence toward his chamber. She had lost something dear to her and she wanted it back. No matter the cost.

"I have been expecting you Collector." His voice low and uncommitted.
"What the hell is going on? She is gone and so his he."
He didn't even look up at her as he spoke, "You knew the risks. This is the final cost."
"He is a CHILD!"
"And the son of the Source, born of Warren blood." He replied not taking his eyes off his work. "I told you what would happen. He is protecting her. He fed her his evil as he had his true mother in the first stages of her own pregnancy. I told you that to combine the souls, so the witch could bare him, that the cost could be great."
"You told me nothing." Her anger boiling at him and everything around her. She couldn't lose him now, she was to close.

It was then he finally looked up at her. He had no loyalties to anyone demon. He was there for potions and the use of his dark magic.

"You captured her soul nearly three years ago. And then you saw the chance to rule the underworld when you reached out and took his, when the Charmed Ones destroyed most of the upper level demons including the Seer. You then came to me wanting him to live. Believing that he alone could capture the throne of the underworld and all that came with it." he moved around his table as he approached her. "You brought both souls to me and asked me to unite them so that the witch could give birth to the son of the Source. I explained the risks both to the witch and what may happen in the end. His age would accelerate. Now nearly a year later he is a teenager, his age is slowing so he may lead us all, over the powers of good magic. And with him he has taken the one person that to him he has a connection with: the witch." he finished, "After all, she IS family, if only his Aunt."

She seethed underneath. She knew he was right. It was a risk doing what they had done. Taking the soul of one and imbedding it into another. But it was the only way for him to survive. And when he had, even the Collector had noticed a change in the witch that bore him. During the entire pregnancy she slowly changed. Becoming more evil, but now it was over and had been for over a year. Now she wanted what was rightfully hers.

"Where are they now?"

Amesist held her glare, neither one wanting to turn away. "He is at his rightful place. With him."

The mere mention of his presence was enough to set any demon or warlock off. One that served only the Source, the TRUE Source. He would not serve any other. And he would search out the rightful one. She knew he would find him sooner or later. But now he was spoiling everything.

"He has surfaced in search of the Sources real mother." Amesist offered the one string he knew she wanted. "Maybe you can collect another soul of a Charmed One." he let his words hang in the darkness of the underworld before he even saw a slight smile play across her face.

She smiled at his thoughts and idea. She would gladly come away with another powerful soul of a Charmed One.

She hesitated a moment before turning for the main chamber room of the underworld. If she could not have the throne through him she was at least going to claim back what was rightfully hers and any others that she might be able to reach. Though as she walked down the passages she felt the familiar pull of a soul nearing the point of no return. The point in which she could take it for her own. Another soul to sell on the black-market.