Disclaimer: Don't own Charmed or its characters. Don't own Hannah Montana or its characters either.

Sorry for the long update. Wish it could've been out there sooner but I had writers block. Plus my computer broke down, so I couldn't update it after I got out of writer's block!

Piper's POV

"Why would Cole do that?" Paige asked. Phoebe shook her head.

"Is Cole a demon?" I questioned. Phoebe looked away, obviously crying.

"He must be," Phoebe answered. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. I engulfed her in my arms, letting her tears soak the cloth covering my shoulder.

"Oh honey," Paige said, rubbing her back.

"We've got to save her!" Phoebe said, wiping her eyes and cheeks. This was too much for her. Grams, seeing Prue again after all these years, and now Cole.

I'm gonna kill him. For Phoebe.

We ran into the house, up the stairs, into the attic, and to the Book of Shadows. Paige started flipping through it.

"There. The only one with a human half, because the other demons either can't shimmer or don't look like him," Paige explained, pointing to a demon called Belthazor.

"Apparently his mother had sex with a mortal man, then killed the man after the baby was born," Paige said.

"Okay. Vanquishing potion?" Phoebe asked.

"Well he's one of those upper level demons," I said, "so we'll need a piece of his flesh."

"Okay, well the other things are cockles, pigs feet, and ginger."

"Okay. Paige and I will orb there, get some flesh, then come back here. I'll start scrying," I said. I took the crystal and started circling it over the world map. It started pulling. It dropped to 1225 Burberry Street, Grams' old club, Charmed4. He was in her club! The nerve! Wait...it's not her's anymore.

"Paige. Orbing. Now. Charmed4," I said.

"Okay!" Paige exclaimed, grabbing my hand. "We'll be back home soon sweetie." And with that, we were gone.

As the orb landed us in Charmed4, we heard a faint tap...tap...tap.

"Belthazor? Where are you?" Paige taunted. We quietly spread out, each in different directions. I went right, she went left. I turned around to check on Paige.

"Paige! Beside you!" I screamed. I quickly froze him, just as he was about to slice her shoulder. Paige took out the knife and sliced the tip of his thumb off. As Paige scurried over to me, Cole unfroze, bellowing in demon pain. As an energy ball raced toward us, Paige orbed us out of the death hole. We landed in the kitchen of the Manor, still covered with debris and smashed potion ingredient jars. We looked down, still mourning over our loss, but quickly gathered our wits and started at the potion. We picked ingredients up off the floor, strewn about by the previous demon attack. When the process was complete, we grabbed the vials and sped up the steps to the attic. Phoebe sat on the floor, looking through old picture books Grams and Prue had once read to us. What lay about her were photo albums.

"Honey, we're done. Do you wanna come?" I asked quietly. Phoebe looked up, startled.

"No...I wanna kill him," Phoebe said, an iciness in her voice I've heard before. An edge I've never witnessed. A Phoebe I've never seen.

"Ok. Sweetie, if he..gets away, we'll get him, just not now," I warned, taking her trembling hand and helping her up. She nodded,a hard cold nod, and took one of the potion vials from Paige, with a delicate hand, so delicate and fragile, I was afraid it might break. Paige handed me one, then orbed us away to the dark club. Once again the tap...tap...tap repeated except this time louder, faster, and angrier than before. Before I knew it, I was grabbed from behind, and cold steel was held against my throat.

"Move and she dies," someone whispered harshly. I tried to turn around but something sunk into my neck. I felt a liquid trickle down my neck onto my shirt. I felt a pain in my knees and almost collapsed as the someone shoved something into the backs of my knees. Phoebe, as I watched, her eyes filled with rage. More rage than I could bare. As I felt something being pushed into my backside, I saw Phoebe and Paige through the potions, and screams filling the entire room. As the flame engulfed me, my sight was as black as his scorch marks.

"Piper?" Phoebe asked through her tears as she shook me softly. I fluttered my eyes open. "Piper!" Phoebe and Paige engulfed me in hugs. When they pulled away, there was blood on their hands.

"We need a whitlighter," Phoebe said, tears cascading from her eyes again. "W-where are w-we g-g-gonna g-get one?" The pain was dulling from the wound, which I knew meant I didn't have to long. I wasn't strong enough to get me out of this one. And neither was Prue.

"I c-could orb up th-there, and g-g-get one?" Paige suggested through her clouded speech.

"GO!" Phoebe screamed. Paige quickly got up and soon was gone. Phoebe reached for me, cradling me with bloodstained hands. After a while, Phoebe started to lose hope, but I could tell she was trying to hide it.

"Don't worry sweetie. Everything's gonna be okay," Phoebe said, as she wiped my damp hair off of my sweating forehead. My eyes started to droop, but if I closed them, I knew I'd never open them up.

When Phoebe had lost just about all hope, not trying to hide it anymore, she was covered in blood.

When I thought it was over, I saw brilliant white lights. I thought I saw Mom beckoning me. But what I saw...was Prue. She came over to me, letting me know she was real. She lifted my chin up.

"Honey, it's not your time and they know it. They're just to proud to say so. Take my hands and I'll save you," Prue said, taking my hands in hers. A golden light spilled out of her hands, filling me with warmth.

"Are you a whitelighter?" I asked. Prue smiled.

"No honey. All...people who have passed on have the power to heal," Prue chose her words carefully, so as not to upset me. I would always be upset. My big sister had died. When the golden light started to disappear, she enveloped me in a hug.

"I'll always be with you. Watching over you," Prue whispered into my ear. She let me go with a kiss on the cheek, and I was gone.

Phoebe was crying over my body, and Paige was holding me tightly, whispering, sobbing of course, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm so sorry," over and over again. Well, as I opened my eyes, their tears stopped coming. As I was covered with kisses and hugs, I knew that it hadn't been my time. Hadn't been my time to stay with Prue, and Mom, and Grams. This is where I needed to be.

After a while, we started to search for Hannah, seemingly we had forgotten all about her. When we got to Grams' old office, we saw her sitting on the floor, with tape over her mouth, tied up. The only thing was...her blonde hair was no where to be seen. What we saw was...Miley. She looked frightened, because the door had been open.

"Miley?" we said in unison. We'd been exposed.

Chapters finally up! Please review! Thank you to the person who helped me out of this block! And thanks for the wonderful idea!

xoxo RBL xoxo