Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.

Phoebe pulled herself up into the passenger seat of the van for the drive home with Piper. She wasn't even sure if she should say anything or leave well enough alone. After all she was almost another victim, and who knows what her powers would have given him: Javna

Piper pulled the seatbelt around her and cast a quick glance at her baby sister. How close had they really come to losing her to a quick old age? She noticed Phoebe said nothing as she fastened her own seatbelt, and knew her sister wewell enough that this was something best left till they got home.

"I'm sorry." It was all Phoebe said as Piper looked over her arm at her sister.

There was something there. Fear? She pressed her foot gently on the brake and shifted the van into park. Releasing her seatbelt she reached over and pulled Phoebe close to her, "Its ok sweetie it wasn't your fault."

Phoebe felt her fears of what nearly happened reach the surface. She tried to keep them inside, but now as Piper held her, it all came out.

"Let it out Phoebs." It was as if Piper could read her mind. And Piper just held her tight as she cried out in fear.

Phoebe eventually pulled back and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't be sweetie. Your ok now?"

"Yeah. Thanx to you and Prue." Phoebe glided back into her own seat as Piper looked over at her. Phoebe felt the hand take hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Finishing the drive home, Piper placed the van in park after pulling into the driveway of the Manor. She watched almost helplessly as Phoebe got out with her shoulders down and clearly upset.

"Phoebe?" Piper called out, but here sister didn't stop. Letting out a deep breath she turned as Prue pulled in a few minutes after her.

Prue closed her car door and saw Piper standing waiting for her in the cold evening air. "What's wrong?" she asked as she made her way towards her middle sister.

"You have to ask?" Piper replied almost annoyed at Prue's ignorance.

"No." Prue already knew why Piper was standing there waiting for her, "Where is she?"

"Inside. I would say her room if I had to guess." Piper looked at Prue who turned towards the manor.

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Phoebe pulled her quilt around her tight as she clutched onto the teddy bear her mother had given her when she was born. There was a smell about it that reminded her, or at least made her feel close to her mother, whenever she was upset.

She thought back to how close she had come to being Javna's next victim. If not for her sisters, once again saving her, she would be old and gray right now.

Prue didn't even knock as she eased the door to her sister room open. How long had it been a month, two? Her baby sister had come home and opened a world up to the three of them; A world of darkness and evil. She just hoped that Phoebe almost having her life's essence drained from her was coincidence, and had nothing to do with the fact she was one of the most powerful witches around.

Making her way over to the bed she eased in behind her Phoebe and wrapped her arms around her. She held no resistance to her sisters hold, as once again the tears poured from her eyes.

Prue lost track of the time as she held her sister, but she didn't really care. She just wanted to be there for her as she had in the past. Taking into account that she was the only mother Phoebe ever really knew. "Its ok sweetie I got you now." Prue cooed as she held on to her sister, brushing back the hair from her face.

"I was so scared." Phoebe finally got out. "I wasn't sure if you would come or not."

"I would always come for you sweetie, no matter what." Prue letting her sister know the truth in that one instance. Her love having no bounds, no matter what they fought about.

Piper stood at the doorway seeing her two sisters together. She wasn't sure how it happened but she knew, at some point they had made a small bond, and to her that was a million miles.

Phoebe opened her eyes slightly and met the ice blue gaze of her older sister, it was the same gaze she had when Phoebe would climb into Prue's bed at the age of four scared of something in the night. The love and worry never far behind.

Phoebe never said anything as she snuggled closer to her big sister. Letting the love guide her to safety and the arm around her protect her as they had in years past.