I did not forget about this story you guys! I just had difficulty writing the chapter. I only wanted five, but it looks like it's gonna be six chapters. It was so hard writing this one, and I've been trying to figure out a way to write it in a way I would be satisfied with and you guys would be to, and I think this is it. I've been tryin to write this since before Christmas, but then I looked at a Charmed episode three days ago and I guess it just came to me about how to write the chapter. So thank you season 7 episode... somewhere near the end. Next chapter will hopefully be up next week, since I'm back in class and I have internet access more.

Mrs. Matthews walked into a dark room where a figure of light was awaiting. She stepped up to the figure, stopping in front of it. She stared into its face with a blank expression. There were noises in the background, like beeps and faint talking, but Mrs. Matthews focused on the figure.

"You don't have much time," the figure spoke.

It was obviously a woman who was speaking to her.

"I know that."

"You didn't spend most of it like I thought you would've," the woman told her.

"Well sor-ry," Mrs. Matthews said with thick sarcasm, "You kind of sprung it on me at the last minute."

"Look," the figure spoke again, "This is it. It's your last chance. You chose Paige out of everyone else, make it work. You have less than a day."

Paige sprang up from her nap on the couch and looked around. Her grandmother was sitting on the recliner, taking a nap as well. This kind of reminded her of when she was six and they took naps at the same time, except Paige would be in the recliner and her nana on the couch. She smiled and put her feet on the floor, standing up slowly so she wouldn't wake the light sleeper that was her grandma.

Henry looked up from his paper work at Paige who had just walked into the bedroom. He smirked.

"You're awake."

"Yes, and the kids are taking a nap I assume."

"What tipped you off?" he asked jokingly.

"Ah, the quietness."

He grinned and moved some things so Paige could sit beside him.

"You and your nana are so adorable," he teased, "You both dozed off at the same time."

Paige smiled, "Whatever. What are you working on?"

"Just some paper work. All of my parolees are surprisingly in check."

"They're good kids," Paige told him.

He nodded, "Yeah, and some of them are your charges and you scare them to death."

"Okay, only two of them are," Paige clarified, "And they've met Piper, so of course they're scared."

Henry laughed and Paige smiled.

"So how was your nap?"

"Um… interesting. I had an odd dream about Nana."

"Well what happened?" Henry question.

"Well… she was talking to some woman and the woman sounded familiar. She kept telling Nana that it was her last chance and that she chose me, make it work."

"That's odd. You think it's something magic related?"

"Well, my Nana, who I hadn't talked to since I lived at the manor comes for an out of the blue visit. It does seem suspicious, but then again… it could be something completely normal. She didn't seem too shocked that I was a witch though, and something does feel… I don't know, a little off."

"You talk to your sisters about it?"

"Well, no. I mean, what if it is just normal, non magical stuff. I haven't exactly been calling Nana up every week… or four years."

Henry ignored the father related comment and smiled.

"Well, if something feels off, maybe you should talk to Phoebe at least. She's an expert with feelings and stuff, right?"

"Yeah…" Paige smiled and kissed his cheek, "I think I'll do that."

Paige walked into the Bay Mirror and past a few familiar looking people to Phoebe's office. She knocked on the door to gain Phoebe's attention and walked inside, closing the door behind her.

"Uh-oh. What's wrong?" Phoebe asked.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Paige asked.

"You closed the door and you have that look on your face."

Paige rolled her eyes and Phoebe put her pencil down and took off her reading glasses, looking up at her baby sister. Paige sat on the couch.

"Okay, I had this dream and Nana was talking to someone in it… this figure of light and they told her that this was her last chance, that she chose me and she had to make it work."

Phoebe made a face of confusion.

"Her last chance?"

"Yeah," Paige said, "I was gonna wave it off as nothing, but I don't know. What do you think?"

"Well…"

Phoebe stood up and walked over to sit next to Paige.

"I think it could be one of two things. One, you don't have much time with your grandmother, or it could be your unconscious self telling you to spend more time with her since you basically avoided her."

Paige nodded, "Yeah… I did…"

Phoebe turned fully to Paige.

"What did the figure sound like?"

"Familiar… kind of like… Grams."

"She sounded like your Nana?"

"No, our Nana," Paige said, "Grams."

"Oh." Phoebe nodded, "Well, did anything else stand out to you?"

Paige tried to think.

"Um… there were noises. Not loud but kind of faint."

"What kind of noises."

"Like, beeping noises and there was also talking."

"Talking?" Phoebe questioned, "Could you make out what the voices were saying?"

Paige shook her head, "No. I couldn't. You know what, I'm not going to worry about it."

"You're not?"

"No. I'm just gonna go back home and spend time with her."

Phoebe watched Paige stand up and head out her office.

"Hopefully she's still in the same mood as earlier," Paige mumbled.

Phoebe laughed and went back to work.

"You remember this?" Paige asked in shock.

"Like it was yesterday," Mrs. Matthews told her, "You always had a sweet tooth. You used to steal candy from the candy jar in my living room all the time."

Henry laughed, "Your love for tootsie pops goes back to the age of two."

Paige elbowed his arm as they went through an old photo album. The current picture was of Paige digging in a candy jar when she was two. Paige turned the page in the photo book. Henry pointed to one of her on a bike next to a skinny boy with med length hair in a bowl cut. He was also on a bike.

"That me and Glen," Paige informed him.

Mrs. Matthews looked at the photo.

"At the park right?"

"Yeah," Paige said, "On Christmas. It was like 60 something out and we had just gotten new bikes."

"I never did like the Glen."

Paige nodded, "He was afraid of you. Especially when we started dating."

"Which time?" Mrs. Matthews questioned.

"Oh, touché," Paige replied.

Henry looked confused.

"They dated on and off," Nana Matthews told him.

"Oh."

"Yeah," Paige said, "Five fights, eight 'I think we should explore other relationships,' six 'let's just be friends', and the plan that we always went by, 'if no one else comes along before the' insert dance here, 'we'll go together.' when we both knew we'd just end up dating again."

"As I recall, every fight was fixed with lollipops, hugs and an odd handshake," Mrs. Matthews said.

Paige laughed, "We did that since we were in kindergarten," Paige said, "He stole my purple crayon and I took his paint. We argued then he gave me his lollipop at recess, I gave him a hug and we spent the rest of recess coming up with that handshake."

Henry and Nana Matthews laughed.

"It's what friendships are made of, I suppose," her nana chuckled.

She noticed the time and turned back to Paige.

"You gonna take me back to my hotel, dear?"

Paige looked over at the clock.

"You know, Nana, we can go check you out and you can stay here."

"You hardly have room for yourselves," She told them, "Just drive me back to the hotel."

"You sure?" Henry asked her.

"Yes, I'm positive."

"Okay," Paige said, "Do you wanna orb or drive."

"Let's try orbing. I'll get a taste of what you do."

Paige stood up and held her hand.

"Okay, but the first time can be a little tiring."

Mrs. Matthews nodded, "I'm ready."

"Okay, Nana."

They floated away in a trail of white lights and reappeared in her hotel room.

"And you do this everyday?" Mrs. Matthews asked her granddaughter.

"Practically," Paige answered, "I did it so much in the past, it's like my second mode of transportation now if my car breaks down."

Mrs. Matthews smiled and stepped in front of her granddaughter.

"Paige…"

Paige looked her in the eyes, sensing that something was wrong.

"Nana, is everything okay?"

Her nana smiled and opened her arms for a hug. Paige hugged her, in a bit of shock.

"Everything's fine, dear.

Paige pulled away.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'll be seeing you, dear."

"Okay…"

Paige took a step back to get ready to orb.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Paige," she said.

Paige nodded, "Alright. Love you, Nana."

"I love you too, Paige."

She walked over and gave Paige another hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye, Paige."

"Bye, Nana."

Paige smiled and orbed back to her house. Mrs. Matthews watched the trail of orbs disappear into the ceiling and turned around to find a man in a white robe standing in front of her.

"Your time is up," he said.

"I know that," she replied, "I'm ready."

He nodded and she began to glow and float away in gold orbs of light.

Paige groaned as her cell phone rang and vibrated on the end table by the bed. She glanced over at Henry who was sleeping peacefully and smiled at him. She picked up her phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Paige, it's Jeff."

"Jeff, it's 4 in the morning here, and 7 is still to early on your end."

"Paige," he interrupted with a serious tone.

She froze for a moment, taken back by his out of the norm serious tone.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Grandma, Paige. She died… a few hours ago."

Okay, how many of you saw it coming? I know a bunch of you did before this chapter. Well, I guess I should get started on the next one after I post my Make It or Break It story. I originally started watching for Emily and Damon, but now it's starting to grow on me...