Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

So I've decided, for this story, to have fairly short chapters. There will be some longer ones, but for the most part chapters will be around 1,000 words or so.

highlander348: while I do agree that having a girl throwing herself at the Twice Blessed would be a good idea, I think that if I did that Wyatt would be totally uninterested, which would defeat the purpose of this story's plot. However, I did like your idea, so there will be someone who makes their intentions on Wyatt haven't decided yet on whether to make it subtly interested or crazy psycho chick level. We'll see how it goes.

Chapter 2

Chris Halliwell had been suspicious when he'd heard the two patrons talking about "vanquishing" and "demons." He'd kept his cool, though, waiting until he had the chance to talk to his brother and mother. They'd agreed that talking to the girls was a good idea, and had arranged to do it once everyone else had left. Now, here they were, facing the two girls.

He took the time to study them.

The one who'd been referred as "Cal" was a rather tan girl, with raven black hair and bright blue eyes. Her body language told him she was tough and that she wasn't afraid to take him, or anyone else, on. Her sister, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. With pale features, an angel-like face, dark brown eyes and rich golden locks, she screamed innocent and fragile.

Then again, appearances were deceiving.

He wasn't particularly shocked that they had known his mother-most of the magical community did. It was one of the perks (or consequences, depending on how you looked at it) to being a Charmed One.

His mother, ever the straightforward woman, demanded, "Who are you?"

The two girls exchanged looks before Cal sucked in a breath.

"My name is Calla Martin, and this," here, she jerked a thumb to indicate her sister, "is my sister, Rose Martin. Our father's currently an Elder, and our Wiccan mother-bless her soul-is six feet under."

His mother's eyebrows rose at this, but Chris could see her softening. She knew what it felt like to lose a mother at a young age. Chris just hoped that what they were telling them was the truth and weren't just saying it to earn sympathy points.

Suddenly and without warning, Rose orbed out. Calla cursed but otherwise didn't react.

"Sorry about that. Rose is an impulsive orber. If she's feeling overly emotional she'll orb. For whatever reason, her emotions are linked to her whitelighter powers rather than her witch ones. We haven't figured out why yet. Give it a moment, and she should orb back."

Sure enough, Rose came back after a minute in a flurry of light blue orbs. Her face was flustered, and she began to apologize over and over again for orbing without telling them.

"If you continue to do that you'll just orb out again," Calla remarked casually, and Rose shot her a look before sighing.

"And here I thought I had a handle on that," she muttered. Calla smiled sadly at her before returning her attention to the Halliwells.

"Wait a minute, how did you recognize me?" Piper Halliwell demanded, hands on hips. She'd never seen these girls in her life, so how did they know her? Everyone had heard of the Charmed Ones, but unless you actually knew them, you couldn't know their names.

Calla and Rose exchanged a look.

Then, Calla pulled something from out of her purse. It was crumpled and worn, but was easily recognizable as a newspaper clipping. She walked forward and handed it to Piper before returning to her spot next to Rose, placing her hands behind her back as she waited.

Piper read the newspaper clipping with a furrowed brow.

It was an article about her.

It congratulated her on being the most popular club in the city, and there was a picture of her standing in front of her club next to the article. Underneath the picture was the caption "Piper Halliwell, proud owner of the club, P3."

When Piper remained silent, Rose said, "We made the connection right away from your surname, Halliwell, to the Charmed Ones. Your club name was another big hint."

The senior witch pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at them but still didn't say anything.

"Why was P3 such a 'big hint?' " she finally asked, and Calla rolled her eyes.

"P3, unless I'm more of an idiot than I thought I was, refers to 'the power of three.' Am I wrong?"

When Piper didn't say anything in reply, Calla smiled smugly.

"Thought so."

Piper scowled at her, a scowl that struck fear into the hearts of her family, but she merely grinned in response. Looking very indifferent, she glanced over at the clock and clucked her tongue. She grasped her sister's arm, linking them together, and announced. "It was nice to meet you all, but it's almost midnight. We need to go and and catch up on some sleep before we go demon hunting tomorrow. So, bye!"

And then, before anyone could utter a word of protest, they owned out. The Halliwells all stared at the spot where they had been, no one saying a word. Wyatt shot them all looks before he shook his head and orbed out.

Chris looked over at his stunned mother, then said, "Well that has to be the most interesting Friday night I've ever had."

His mother glowered at him.

"Just shut up and start cleaning the tables."

Chris, with a grin on his face, did just that.

This night had turned out better than he thought it would.

~Page Break~

They had orbed into their apartment, both thoroughly exhausted from their day. Their apartment was pretty nice, especially for the price they paid for it. Two good sized bedrooms, a cozy kitchen, clean bathroom, and a half of a living room. Not too shabby, all things considered.

Rose, by the sounds of it, was taking a shower. Then again, she could be wrong. She was a rather forgetful person and would often leave the water running in the shower even if she wasn't cleaning herself.

Calla, meanwhile. was in her room, nursing a cup of tea and watching a favorite older movie of hers, Up. Carl Fredricksen may be grumpy, but given his past, she didn't blame him. Plus, he was funny. That definitely made up for his rather sour attitude.

Someone knocked on the door then, and Calla called out, "Door's open."

Rose and Calla had a mutual understanding: no orbing into the other person's room unless it was an emergency. They always made sure to do it the normal, mundane way, the way people without magic did it. They knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. It was a way to keep things calm and keep their sanities intact.

"On a scale of one to ten, how furious do you think Piper will be with the fact that we just orbed out on her?" Rose asked, brow furrowed in worry.

Calla glanced over at her sister and bit her lip, thinking the question over in her head before answering. Her sister, while she waited for a response, sat down next to Calla on the bed.

"Probably a six, maybe a seven."

Rose nodded, and Calla, sensing her sister's nervousness, took her hand.

"She may be a little mad at us and the fact that we left so abruptly, but she's not mad enough to hurt us." Probably, she added silently. But saying that would defeat the purpose of trying to ease the worry of her twin, so she didn't mention it.

"But she might."

Rose could always tell when Calla was lying and vice versa. Neither of them really knew why or how they could tell when the other was lying-they just knew. All part of their bond as twins, she supposed.

Calla sighed. Sometimes she really hated that bond.

"She might, but I doubt it. I don't think she'd hurt us without a good reason, and anger isn't really a good reason to hurt someone," she said, trying to reassure her sister. Rose merely nodded, not believing a word her sister said.

Both were silent for a long time afterwards until Calla asked, a smirk on her face, "So demon hunting bright and early tomorrow?"

In answer, her sister chucked a pillow at her face.

"I'll take that as a 'no.' "

So there you have it. Another chapter. Sorry it took so much longer than last time. I had slight writer's block, so it took a while to get over it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review! Thanks!