Hey everyone, sorry about the delay. My father passed away so I was loaded with this massive amount of make-up work for school, and to be honest, updating completely slipped my mind. But I took my last makeup test today so everything should get back to normal. Also, sorry if I'm not replying to your reviews; for some reason, I can't get on to fanfiction dot net through my laptop, but I'm really working on fixing that. (And don't think that you don't have to review now, you sneaks. ;D )

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Paige glanced over at Billie while Piper was giving her take on the situation and smiled. Billie looked adorable when she slept, all the worries that weighed on her mind having melted away. Sometimes it was hard to remember that she was only a teenager, and Paige knew that the reason Billie looked so much older when she was awake was due to all the terrible things she had seen in her short time as a witch. Paige felt partly responsible for that, and made a mental note to herself not to let the blonde become jaded.

Billie stirred in her sleep and Paige moved over to the couch, draping a nearby blanket over her and moving her head onto a pillow lightly. Piper whispered her name and she turned back to her sisters.

"I was thinking…" Piper continued, "Phoebe, you said that Billie was attacked by a demon, right? Well, obviously he was there for a reason."

"Right, but 'Killing the Charmed Ones' is always a fun and exciting way to spend time when you don't have to work in your office in hell, so how do we know it wasn't just random? And by the way, how do demons spend their downtime, playing poker?" Paige asked.

Piper ignored Paige's second question and answered the first. "We don't know. But think for a second: Billie was sent home today, checked out by a woman who the company claims doesn't work for them, while we were told that she'd be released next week, so it's not likely that we'd be at home when she got here on the wrong day."

Phoebe was catching on to Piper's logic. "So if we thought that nobody was home, and Billie thought we were going to be home, it would be a perfect time for a demon attack, neither of us knowing where the other was."

"The question is," Piper finished, "Why would a demon want to attack Billie?"

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Billie woke up and stretched, keeping her eyes closed and hoping to fall back asleep. When she found herself completely awake, she opened her eyes and didn't recognize her surroundings. Sitting up quickly, she ascertained that she was in a bedroom she had never been in before- but were those her posters? And her chair, and her pillows. She frowned as she looked around, and when she saw the stairs heading upwards it finally hit her: she was in the Halliwells' basement.

She put on the slippers and bathrobe that were laid out on her chair and headed up the stairs. Coming out in the kitchen, she noticed the sun coming in through the windows. Glancing at the coffee maker, she noted that it read seven in the morning. She shuffled out into the dining room, where she found all three sisters eating breakfast.

"Since when do you guys actually sit down and eat?" she asked.

"Since Phoebe finished her column early for once." Paige replied. "What's up, sleepyhead?"

"I wanted to thank you guys for what you did."

Phoebe grinned. "You like it?"

"I love it, really," she replied sincerely.

"Good, because I spent like, three whole minutes orbing all your stuff in there. Three minutes of my life I will never get back, all from the goodness of my heart," Paige sighed, placing a hand on her chest and wiping an invisible tear from her eye. Billie smiled.

Maybe they just want you here because they don't trust you enough to be on your own.

Billie touched her head, trying to keep the negative thoughts away, along with the headache that came with them.

"You okay, honey?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little headache," she responded, sitting down and pouring herself some coffee. The smell of the various food and drinks on the table wafted over to her and she gagged, feeling nauseous. She barely muttered an "oh crap" before rushing upstairs to the bathroom and being sick.

The three sisters followed, and when Billie stopped heaving, Piper went back downstairs to get her some ginger ale. Billie tried to stand up, but ended up having to lean against the wall for support; her legs were shaking from the lack of nutrients in her body.

She gratefully took the soda from Piper when she came back in and drank it slowly. Paige crouched next to her and put an arm under hers to help her get up. When she stood, black clouded her vision and she sat back down heavily.

"Keep your eyes closed, Billie," Paige instructed her.

Billie complied and was met with the familiar sensation that she associated with orbing. When the feeling ended, she opened her eyes and found herself on the couch downstairs. She lied down and smiled her thanks when Paige tossed her a blanket. Piper and Phoebe came downstairs and Phoebe tossed the remote control to Billie.

"You're sick, so you get the Halliwell Special," she declared.

"You guys, it's okay, I'm fine," Billie insisted.

"Oh no you don't," Piper interrupted, "You're going to stay there until you're 110 percent good again."

"Really, I spent weeks doing nothing in rehab, and all I want to do is go for a run or something. Anything."

"Nope. What kind of soup do you want?"

"I don-"

"Tomato it is, then," Piper announced, turning on her heel and heading for the kitchen.

Billie sighed, but was secretly happy that the sisters cared enough about her to do all this. She repositioned herself on the couch and turned on the television while Phoebe went into the kitchen to help Piper and Paige sat on the edge of the couch with Billie.

Click - "What will happen when you" - click - "watch Desperate Housewives at nine o' clock"- click - "after all you wouldn't want to" - click - "live it up with beautiful women and" - click - "Conan O'Brian! He'll" – click – "put some stuffing around the turkey…"

"Damn it, Billie, pick a station already!" Paige complained.

"I can't help it if there's nothing on during the day," she retorted, but settled on a watching a rerun of Friends.

A while later, Piper came back with the soup and to Billie's relief, she was able to keep it down. Phoebe declared a girl's night in and a while later, she and Piper went out to rent some movies for them.

Billie resumed watching television, but soon she zoned out, her mind wandering. She began to wonder how she got sick in the first place. Any "inmates" who were sick in the clinic were isolated for fear of giving the girls with eating disorders a reason not to eat. The more she thought about it, the more confused she was as to how she contracted a virus.

"I'll be right back," she informed Paige as she took the blanket off her lap.

"Do you want me to get you something, sweetie?" her friend asked.

"No, I'm fine. I'll only be a minute," Billie answered, getting up and walking to the stairs.

When she got to the bathroom, she grabbed a new toothbrush and a tube of paste. Sickness and soup did not leave the most desirable taste in one's mouth. Squeezing the tube over the brush, she rolled her eyes when all that came out was a tiny rush of air and a few scattered pieces of toothpaste.

She opened the doors to the cabinet under the sink and crouched down, feeling around for a new tube. Her hand touched a rectangular box and she grabbed it. Pulling it out, she realized that she had accidentally grabbed an extra pregnancy test. She was about to put it back when her breath caught in her throat.

Cal.

Hmm, cliffhanger. –laughs maniacally, coughs-