Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

I hope you guys are liking the story so far. I know the prologue and this chapter are rather short, but it should be longer after this (should being the key word). Now, onward!

To Charmed4ever09: Yeah, I wasn't a fan of Bianca either. I'm gonna leave you guessing over who's paired with who, but by the sounds of it it seems like you've figured things out. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. It really means a lot to me. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint!

Chapter 1

Rose and Calla slipped easily through the crowd of people, their only mission for tonight to get to the bar. P3 was a rather crowded club, but that didn't stop the sisters from finally reaching their destination.

Once they had gotten to the bar, Calla waved to the bartender to capture their attention. The bartender had nodded at them, and Calla, content with the knowledge that he'd come over when he could, snagged a bar stool to wait to be served.

"It's pretty crowded, which probably means this place is awesome!" her sister said, having no choice but to shout in order to be heard over the music. Calla thought this over before shrugging.

"I suppose so!" she shouted back, and Rose rolled her eyes.

Calla was rarely impressed with anything, and even if she was, she wouldn't admit it. Though it irked Rose to the verge of insanity, it was just an aspect about Calla that wouldn't go away.

"Enjoying yourselves?" someone questioned, and both sisters turned to see the bartender looking at them expectantly. Calla took the time to check him out.

Brown hair and green eyes, strong chin, good build, and a very cute butt. Then again, she wasn't here to look for guys to sleep with. This was just a place Rose had taken them to relax, and maybe coerce Calla into saying no to some demon hunting for a couple of days

Rose nodded enthusiastically before nudging her sister.

"C'mon, Cal, grace us with a response," she scolded, and Calla rolled her eyes while the bartender snorted.

"Well, I've never actually been to a club before, so there's not much I can say,"she said, and Rose gasped, placing a hand over her heart.

"Oh you poor, deprived child," Rose said sarcastically, clucking her tongue, and Calla whacked her in the arm.

"Like you're one to talk. You've never been to a club before, either," she replied, but Rose ignored her.

Two could play at that game, Calla thought, smirking.

She was determined to garner a reaction out of her sister, so Calla said, her tone making it sound like she was talking to a toddler, "That thing in your ears is called music, that drink that everyone is drinking that makes them disorientated is called alcohol, and this is a bar. That's a person talking to us, and this is a chair I'm sitting on." She pointed to the respective objects as she was saying them.

The bartender was full-on laughing while Rose glared at her.

"Sometimes I wish I were an only child," Rose said, turning to the bartender, and this time both Calla and the man chuckled.

"Oh, you love me and you know it," she said, ruffling Rose's hair before clearing her throat.

"After talking to you for the past five minutes I'm not quite sure how to order without sounding like a total arrogant bitch," Calla admitted, her tone apologetic, but the bartender waved off her words.

"Nah, it's fine. So what'll it be?"

Calla and Rose exchanged looks, already knowing what they wanted.

"My little twerp of a sister will have a martini and I'll take a beer," she told him, and Rose scowled at her. The bartender nodded, walking off to take their orders, leaving the siblings alone.

"So we're scrying when we get home, right?" Calla questioned, and Rose made a face in reply.

"Cal, we've been going nonstop demon hunting for almost a week. We need to take a break, kick back and relax. Tomorrow we can go back to vanquishing demons, but let's just let it alone for tonight."

Calla nodded, albeit reluctantly. Rose was right-they needed a break. If they kept going as is, they'd fall over in exhaustion.

The bartender came over then, drinks in hand, an unreadable expression on his face. He handed them their drinks and walked away without a word, looking like he was mulling something over

Calla exchanged a look with her sister.

Leaning forward so that her mouth was right next to Rose's ear, she whispered,"Do you think he overheard?"

Rose bit her lip, her expression thoughtful.

"Hopefully not," was all she could say. The uncertainty in her voice had them both on edge, and they sipped their drinks quietly. Rose was better at reading people than Calla-if she didn't even know, then they had a lot to worry about.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, not talking too much but looking around the room nervously, as though they expected someone to take them away any second.

Finally, when a vast majority of the club-goers had left, and it was pretty much just Calla and Rose remaining, the bartender approached them again.

"We'd like to talk to you," he told them, and his use of "we" made Calla's heart flutter. Closing her eyes, she fought against the panic that filled her.

Stupid! She was such an idiot! She should've known better than to bring up...that in such a crowded place where other people could easily overhear. There were people who could be demons in disguise or some other magical being for all she knew, and here she was screaming her identity for all the world to hear.

And now because of her mistake they could be done for.

Rose's hand gripped Calla's tightly, and she squeezed it once, a nonverbal signal that her sister should open her eyes.

She obligingly opened her eyes. To her surprise, she found three people in front of her. One of them was the bartender, while another was a blond male with hazel eyes.

Her gaze, however, caught on the last person. Though she didn't look like much, and appeared to be at least twenty years older than Calla or her sister, Calla recognized her immediately. She was unable to find her voice for a long time, so shocked was she, but, knowing that something needed to be said, she managed to find her voice again.

Clearing her throat, she said,"Well this sure is a surprise. It's a pleasure to meet you, Piper Halliwell. I gotta admit your choice of upholstery is superb."

So there you have it. Chapter one. Is anyone else impressed that I've updated after only a day, or is it just me? Anyway, thanks for reading!