Thanks for those lovely reviews! BIG grin to all!!! I want to update quite quickly as all my really good ideas are for the later chapters and I want to get to them!!!

I'm afraid this chapter isn't as good as the others, as I was having a bit of a writer's block. I promise the next chapter will be better!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I own Charmed, along with three mansions, five cars, plus a limo, a private jet and…Oh wait! That's my OTHER life. So nope, I don't own Charmed. Darn.

Chapter 3

Piper watched Prue as they sat in the back of the limo. Her older sister was picking her cuticles rapidly; something Piper hadn't seen her do in a long time.

'I thought you got rid of that habit,' she commented. Prue looked at her in confusion, so Piper elaborated.

'The cuticle picking.'

Prue glanced down at her hands, as if she hadn't realised what she was doing.

'Sorry, I'm just really preoccupied, I suppose,' she replied. Piper nodded, and they descended into silence again.

'I feel terrible, you know,' Piper informed Prue in a low voice, just in case Prue's assistants were listening.

'What about?'

'About not visiting Phoebe. She must think we hate her, or something…' Piper bit her lip, but Prue frowned.

'Piper, you know we couldn't. If Pratt suspected us of being witches, or at least of being in league with witches, we could all be set to burn. Not just Phoebe. We're safer, and more useful, if we stay away and act as if we don't care. Act as if we don't like witches either. Including Pheebs.'

The limo had pulled up outside Buckland, and they clambered out.

'Got the key?' Prue asked. Piper held it up in confirmation, and the two girls hurried inside.

'Miss Halliwell, can you sign the PO…?'

'Miss Halliwell, can you…?'

'Miss Halliwell, could you…?'

The requests were fired at Prue as soon as she entered the building. She ignored it, instead calling to Anne.

'Anne, I'm going to busy in my office this afternoon. Private business. Make sure I'm not disturbed, and that all the paperwork is on my desk for tomorrow morning.'

Anne nodded at her employer, and scurried away. Piper kept close to Prue as they marched down the hall and into Prue's office.

'Finally, some peace,' Prue groaned as she slammed the door shut behind her. Piper handed her the key, and Prue unlocked her wall safe, pulling out the extremely thick Book of Shadows. They had just set it on the desk, and were about to open it when a demon shimmered in.

'Prepare to die, witches!' he snarled.

Piper automatically lifted her hands to freeze it, but before she could, the demon dropped down dead. Piper turned to Prue in confusion.

'Did you do that?'

Prue shrugged. 'I've been training my psychokinesis. Those demons stupid enough to allow my mind to get inside them…well, let's just say that I move their innards a bit.'

'Gross,' Piper wrinkled her nose. Prue laughed.

'After all those dead demons, you would have thought they'd learn not to try and kill us!'

Then she smiled at Piper, who smiled back. For the first time in years, they shared a strong 'sisterly-moment'.

'I miss this,' Piper informed the eldest Halliwell. Prue had already turned her attention back to the book.

'Hmm?' she said, without looking up. 'What do you miss?'

'This.' Piper waved her arms about. 'Us.'

Prue's face darkened, but the expression was hidden by her hair as she leant forwards to peer at the book.

How can I tell Piper that it's mostly her fault why I tend to avoid her and Phoebe? Prue thought desperately. As if she had read her mind, the middle Halliwell turned to her sister with her arms crossed.

'I know why you hide out at work so much, Prue,' Piper stated. Prue grimaced.

Uh oh.

Paige had almost forgotten what it felt like to have the sun shining on her face. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a normal life, even. What she did feel was claustrophobic, tired and desperate for the whole experience to end. Just a month after Phoebe Halliwell had been convicted of using 'witchcraft' to murder the baseball player Cal Greene, Pratt had begun the Witch Trials. His handpicked 'witch hunters' had been ordered to arrest anyone suspected to be in league with the devil. Men and women, young and old, were sent to Hobart State Penitentiary to be tried as witches. Family and friends turned on each other, accusing almost anybody in the hope that they themselves would not be arrested.

I ought to be grateful they never caught me Paige thought. But hiding here is almost as bad as being in prison.

She sat quite still for a few minutes, and then made a split decision. She would leave this underground hideout and go get some fresh air. Glancing about to make sure no one saw her leave, she sidled over to the exit at the back of the chamber.

'I won't get caught,' she whispered to herself as she slipped quietly out the door and found herself in a tiny room. There was a ladder leading up to a trapdoor and freedom. Paige looked back over her shoulder, undecided, but the smell of fresh air was too tempting and she turned her back on the safety of her hideout.

The entrance to the underground room had been hidden in a deserted warehouse, away from prying eyes. Paige left the old building quickly, and stepped out into the sun.

'Ahhhh,' she sighed, spreading her arms wide open and basking in the warmth. Just a few minutes, and then I'll go back inside.

Paige found herself wishing that she could go to the shops, and buy something nice to eat.

Be sensible, she told herself firmly. You don't have any money and anyway, it would be far too dangerous.

But again the temptation was too great, and Paige found that her legs were moving towards the shops even as her brain told her to stop. Soon she was standing on a busy street, people hurrying to and fro, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Guards stood at every corner of the street, glaring at the passers-by. Paige quickly joined the crowd of people, and tried to blend in. She wandered around, enjoying the first freedom she had had in months.

This feels almost normal she smiled to herself. Suddenly, a group of guards caught her attention. They had a sheet of paper with names and photos on. She saw one of the guards point to a photograph and then jerk his head in her direction. The men all looked straight at her.

Oops she thought as they started to move towards her.

Well, as I warned you, this was a baaaad chapter. I will try and update quickly in order to make it up to you! Please review, even if it is to tell me where I went wrong!

Shawn-n-bell: I hope this chapter clears up a few questions you had about Paige. Basically, she was accused of being a witch but escaped before being arrested and is now hiding out underground with others accused of being witches. She doesn't know she's related to the Halliwell's, or that she's a witch. Oh, and she was engaged to Henry. Thanks for the review!

By the way, psychokinesis is the ability to move things that you can't see with your mind.

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