A/N: a shorter chapter but a chapter none the less. Here you go.


Piper Halliwell sat in the sunroom, turning the page of a scrapbook that she, Phoebe and Paige had made years ago. Hearing the front door open, Piper lifted her head to see Paige walk in dressed in wide leg dress slacks, a royal blue velvet blazer left unbuttoned over a cream silk blouse and her usual Jimmy Choos. The sister who had once shared a love of funky fashion with Phoebe had let her tastes run more sophisticated and elegant; then again, when Paige had returned to work as a social worker it was necessitated.

"What do you have there," the brunette asked. At forty eight years old, she was as beautiful as she was when she met her sisters.

Piper let the tears well a little, though they no longer fell. "The scrapbook we made for Prue," she answered and patted the seat next to her. Paige sat down and leaned her head on Piper's shoulder.

"I'm really glad you guys let me help you put this together. I feel like I got to know her because of this," she confided.

Smiling, the eldest Halliwell turned the next page. Almost seventeen years ago the trio had taken the craft project upon themselves to memorialize their fallen sister. It was originally meant to be a gift for Phoebe, who was pregnant at the time with Prudence. Spreading her hand across the picture, Piper could almost relive this moment. It was a picture of Prue and Piper together when they had first moved out of the Manor into their own apartment. Prue had just gotten hired at the museum of natural history and the sisters had celebrated with Julia Roberts movies and cheap red wine.

"It's been more than twenty years since she died," Piper finally uttered. "Twenty-two years last month," she said and Paige looked up at her big sister.

Though Prue had always been there in the back of her mind- the older sister who never got to protect her; the shadow that often eclipsed her- Paige always seemed to be somewhere else when her anniversary rolled around. She knew that Piper and Phoebe often went to see her together; they always extended an invitation, but there was still a barrier holding her back. It was the voice inside her head that said she didn't deserve to mourn someone she hadn't ever known.

"Do you try anymore," she asked. When Piper gazed at her questioningly Paige expanded on her meaning. "To summon her? We could try now," she offered.

Piper hugged her sister. "Thank you, but I'm afraid it won't work. Besides, we should be talking about happier things. Have you heard from the girls?"

"Denny called me," she answered. "Something about my idiot daughters not getting out of the way during a darklighter attack. She promised to keep a list of things I have to yell at them about for when they come home."

"How considerate," Piper rolled her eyes. Looking one last time at a picture of Prue, Piper closed the scrapbook and placed it on the coffee table. "A year younger then them and yet Denny still manages to act like their older sister. I swear, sometimes I think she's Prue's daughter and not Phoebe's."

"I'm just glad she talked Phoebe into letting her go away for the summer before starting school. I swear, if I had to break up one more fight between them I was going to let Henry arrest them for domestic dispute."

"Kind of reminds me of Prue and Grams," Piper responded. "They were always at each other's necks; Prue trying to gain some semblance of independence and Grams always tightening the leash as she tried to get us ready for our destiny. It's kind of funny that Phoebe's the one who has turned into Grams, considering she was the rebellious one who broke all the rules."

"It's exactly what she deserves," Paige snickered. "I wonder what kind of trouble the girls are getting into at this very moment."


"Bonnie Bennett, blood of my blood; my third cousin twice removed, I summon thee," Denny performed the rite. All of a sudden a brilliant flash of white light formed and from the very center Bonnie appeared.

Standing from her seat, Denny moved toward her cousin; both witches eyeing each other as they tried to decide how to handle the moment where they officially became family. "It's nice to meet you," Denny said, holding out a hand. Bonnie accepted the handshake and a charge ran up their arms; the bond that now connected them to one another.

"It's good to meet you, too," Bonnie responded. "We have work to do."