Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

Sorry it took me so long to update. I haven't had internet access for almost two weeks. Also, I know this chapter is rather short, but that's just because I wanted to get something out there ASAP.

Thanks for those reading my story, and a special thanks to those who review *hint, hint*

I have a question (probably should put up a poll for this but whatever): Should I just change everything so that the bolded chapter name actually matches what the chapter is called on the tab to help with any confusion? Because it's confusing me.

kindleflame5: I sort of welcome suggestions from readers. Like, they'll ask me "hey, is so-and-so going to do [blank]?" And then their question lodges itself into my head, because I'm thinking, "Wow, that's a really great idea! Maybe I should do that!" So in answer to your question, sort of.

highlander348: Thanks. I think that their relationship is sort of a "I won't stop arguing with you until I'm dead but I love you anyway," so I decided adding bickering fit the situation best. Also, which question did you want e to answer?

Anyway, on with the reading!

Chapter 4

"Oh, c'mon, Rose! That was an easy shot! How could you miss, it was three feet in front of you!"

Rose shot her sister a look.

"Like you could do any better. Do you even know how to throw a ball?"

She paused for a moment, then asked rather indignantly,"And a Mulan reference? Really?"

Cal shrugged, a smirk on her lips.

"It's one of the many Disney classics, and besides, it's true. We weren't that far away, yet you still missed the target! You're pathetic! And yes, I can throw a ball, unlike somebody!"

Almost as an afterthought, Calla mumbled, arms crossed against her chest and a pout in her tone, "And I really wanted to dunk someone, too."

Rose quietly observed her sister a moment before she said, "You're a strange, strange girl."

Calla placed her hand over her heart in a gesture of mock-hurt, then waved the comment off.

"I may be weird but I know you love me. The bonds of sisterhood decree it so."

At this Rose made of face.

"When pigs fly, maybe," she said with a snort. Calla elbowed her sister as hard as she could in the ribs in response.

"Ow! Why are your elbows so pointy?"

"That doesn't matter! Just shut up and hit the damn target already!"

"If you want the target hit so badly then you do it! I'm sick of you criticizing my aim!"

"Fine! Maybe I will!" Calla snapped, snatching the ball out of her sister's hand.

"Stand back and let the master do her work," she commanded in mock-haughtiness, and though Rose rolled her eyes, she did do as her sister told her and took three steps away from Calla. Better to be safe than sorry were an inexperienced pitcher is concerned, Rose mused. Especially when that pitcher was her rather hot-tempered sister.

Calla aimed for a moment, then mimicked what she'd seen professional pitchers do and released the ball. It hit the target dead center, and the volunteer at the dunk tank fell into the water.

"My life goal is now complete," Calla said with a sigh before proceeding to walk away from the dunk tank.

"Now in celebration, let's, go eat fried food and become broke!" Calla and Rose said at the same time. The two sisters shared a look before they burst into laughter.

It was hard for the twins to stay mad at each other, and it wasn't like they'd been angry at each other earlier anyway. Their bickering was just the way they acted as sisters. It was just how they showed their love.

"Who knew going to a carnival would be so much fun?" Calla said, grinning like an idiot. Rose shrugged her shoulders but didn't say anything in response.

It'd been only an hour or two after they'd been in the Underworld, vanquishing demons with the Halliwell brothers. They'd managed to get rid of five demons before they had called it quits and left, and in celebration, the sisters had decided to go to a carnival that they'd heard would be open tonight. An employee of Rose's had opted to take care of the store tonight and Calla's restaurant was being renovated and thus closed, so neither girl had to work tonight. Chris and Wyatt, without anything else to do besides go to work at the club (and neither brother wanted to do that), had decided to go with them. Though the twins were a little worried that Piper would be mad at her sons for skipping out on working, the brothers had reassured that there enough people working the club tonight that they wouldn't be missed.

They'd since been separated from the boys, however, with each set of siblings wanting to do something else. And so now, with nothing better to do, here the Martin sisters were, finally achieving Calla's childhood dream of dunking someone in the dunk tank booth.

"So wait. Why again was this a dream of yours when you were younger?" Rose questioned with an arched eyebrow. She'd known of it, of course, but she had never figured out why her sister had wanted to do it so badly.

Calla thought about it for a moment before she answered.

"I'm not really sure. I've narrowed it down to having been a sadistic little girl back then or my hydrokinesis rearing its ugly head at an early age."

Rose's lips pursed in thought before she interjected, "Or both. It could always be both."

Calla made a sound of agreement and nodded. Jerking her head in the direction of the basket of fries Rose had purchased on a whim earlier but hadn't bothered to touch, she asked, "Are you going to eat the rest of that?"

With a sigh, Rose handed the fries to her sister. After all, Calla would just take them anyway, even if Rose told her "no." She had learned that it was just best to give in as soon as possible, as far as Calla was concerned, at least. Fighting wasn't worth it, especially when her sister always won whatever they were arguing about.

"Thank you," Call crooned before proceeding to devour the fries. For onlookers, it was not a very pleasant sight.

When Rose shot her a disgusted look, Calla merely shrugged and said, "I didn't eat anything at all today, so I'm pretty hungry."

"I told you that you should eat breakfast today but you didn't listen," Rose chastised, and Calla rolled her eyes.

"I didn't have time for breakfast this morning. Demons to get rid of and all that jazz," Calla retorted. Though it sounded like a lame excuse to Rose, it was the truth; Calla had been too busy planning what demons to vanquish that she had forgotten about the most important meal of the day.

Everything was quiet for a long moment. The twins merely strolled through the streets, their thoughts on other things (Rose on her music store, Calla on what food she could eat here). Finally, Rose decided to break the silence between the two.

"Do you think we should go and find the Halliwell boys and make sure they aren't in trouble?"

Calla stopped mid-stride and Rose halted in her steps, too.

"I guess we can make sure they're behaving like proper gentlemen."

The only answer she received was a snort before they each took off, intent on finding the boys through any means necessary.