Chapter 23:

A/N: Okay, so I know that cliffhanger was a little mean…but I just wanted to do it to see how people would react…plus who knows it might even mean more chapters! Now that my muse is back I feel a lot more inclined to write. Thank God! So I might play with your minds a little…twist some things around…just to make it interesting….hehe im part evil did I tell you? JK Now I'm rambling so I'll shut up so you can get on with the story. Oh, I really appreciate the reviews, so as always please keep REVIEWING!!!!

My mom was still staring at me. I got up slowly, looking around. I was in a room…not my mom's room like was planned...I blinked a few times and decided that for now I'd just play it as a dream.

"Oh, nothing…I think it was just a dream…" I said falsely.

My mom came down and sat at my bed. "Why would I kill your father?" she asked quietly

"I'm sorry…like I said, it was just a dream." I repeated

"Are you sure you're feeling all right?" My mom asked. That's when and idea came to me. I'm able to control temperatures and stuff, so sometimes I can make myself seem to have a fever if I want to…I don't really know. So I decided to try it out. Pretty soon, I was sweaty.

"Actually, mom, I don't feel so good… can I skip school today?" I asked

"Well, normally I'd say yes, but its summer so you don't even have school. Something is definitely off with you." She said concerned

"Oh…right…" I blushed. Well, as best as I could because my head was hot already. That' when my dad came into the room. Cole.

I almost choked. There he was, in all his glory. Evil glory.

"Hey, Prue. Are we ready to go soon?" He asked

"I'm sorry sweetie…I don't think we can go today…Jessie's not doing so well. She had some sort of…hallucination or dream and now she's got a fever." My mom explained. I saw my dad get evilly angry for a split second which told me something was not right in this situation, but it disappeared so quickly I almost thought I'd imagined it. But I still knew better.

""Oh….that's too bad. Well, do you need me at home? Because I think I might still go if you don't mind…" My dad said

My mom also flashed a look of anger on her face that told me that something definitely was not right here. But it exited as quickly as it had arrived, and so she replied, "Oh, honey, its okay. Go ahead, we'll be fine here." Mom said, and my dad kissed her on the cheek and left.

"Where's he going?" I asked, acting like I was sleepy and confused and sick. Thank God for good acting skills.

"Honey…you really are sick aren't you? He's going to you're brother's baseball game.

That's when my head felt like it literally spun around. "Okay, brother? What the Hell? I must be in some sort of alternative universe like my real mom told me, because I know I don't have a brother. The Halliwells don't conceive boys- we're all girls here. At least, last time I checked we were." I thought

"Mom…what's my full name?" I asked

My mom, now looking really, seriously concerned, said "Jessica Payton Elizabeth Turner…sweetie, I think you need some rest or something. Because something is definitely not right about you."

"No, no…I'm fine…must still be the dream or something." I frowned.

"Well, maybe you can talk about it with your sister when she comes home from her fencing match this afternoon." My mom said "Oh, and in case you were wondering…your brother's name is Scott Turner and your sister's name is Alyssa Faith Turner. They are both older than you. You are the baby of the family."

I smiled weakly at my mom. "Thanks…I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Hey, do we have a scrapbook?" I asked curiously

"Yeah. You stay put. I'll be back with it." My mom replied, and left the room.

"Thanks." I called down the hall.

I sat on my bed and sighed. "What the hell is going on here?" I asked myself, muttering. That's when I decided I would try to see if the rest of my powers were still working. Surprisingly enough, they were. Now I really wonder what the hell is going on.

My mom came back just as I was finished checking my powers. She put the scrapbook on my bed. "Do you mind if I read it with you?" She asked

"Sure, no problem." I replied

She sat on my bed and put her arm over me. "I'm really worried about you, sweetie." She whispered

"I'm sorry…I don't know what's going on, but I hope whatever it is ends soon…maybe it has something to do with the fever." I said

"Hey…didn't you say you hit your head on the diving board at diving practice the other day?" She asked

"Wait…I dive? Since when?" I thought, but by then I figured I'd go along with it. "Oh…yeah…but I was fine, it didn't seem to do much at the time." I said

"Because I think maybe you might have a concussion." My mom replied

"Could be…I guess I'll just take it easy today." I sighed

"Yeah…I'm going to go call your coach and tell him you won't be at practice today. Because you are training for the Olympics and everything, so he'd probably be pretty mad if you didn't show up for practice." Mom said

"Yeah…I guess so." I replied, while thinking "holy crap! Olympics!?"

When my mom left the room, I started flipping through the pictures in the book. Then I realized that I didn't even know where I was. What state or country I was in. But in the scrapbook, there was a picture of the house and with relief I saw I was still in the manner.

A gust of wind blew through the open window and flipped the pages of the book all the way to the back page. On it, a note said: "Jessie- don't worry. I'm going to get you out of this. Just don't trust Cole. Whatever you do. Remember the magic. Look for signs; don't give up. Don't ever give up. Love you. Love, Mom (The Charmed Ones).

I looked around, confused for a second. Then I realized that my mom must have somehow been able to get a connection to me in this world that I was living in. I sighed with relief knowing that hopefully, help was soon to come.

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