1X02 PAIGE'S POWER

Prue awoke, the sun pouring warm light into her room. She stood up, and dressed quickly, taking a moment to look at a picture of her, Piper, and Phoebe hugging on the couch. She did not remember taking it. It must have been the future her, the Prue's hair in the picture was blonde. She grabbed some of her own and saw it too, was blonde. She grimaced, and made a mental note to dye it.

Prue went down into the kitchen, made coffee, fed Kit, the cat, and sat down at the table with the paper.

"Why did you quit at Buckland's, Prue," asked Paige as she got coffee and sat across from Prue.

"I told you. I want to have more free time. I'll get another job," Prue replied, exasperated. Piper walked in ten minutes later, tear stains running from her eyes. She saw Paige, turned around, and she went back upstairs.

"What does Piper hate me," asked Paige, "Did I do something wrong? Or was it because of that guy that picked me up the other day?" Prue and Piper never told Paige that the monster was a demon. They were able to vanquish it without Paige finding out, saying it was their cousin, twice removed, and he loved phoebe and felt, like Piper, that Paige was taking her place.

"No," replied Prue, "she doesn't hate you. She just thinks, like I said, that you're taking Phoebe's place. Which, I know, you're not."

"Still—," Paige looked at her watch, "Oh my God! I've got to get to work!" As she stood up and ran toward the door, a demon appeared in it; Piper ran back in as Paige screamed. A fireball burst into being in the demon's hand. He threw it; Paige orbed; Piper froze it and Paige returned to the room.

"Duck," yelled Prue. Paige ducked and Prue flung her hand. The fireball flew from its frozen state and hit the squarely in the chest. The demon exploded in fire. Paige's mouth fell open and she staggered. Piper led her to a chair and she sat down.

"What," Paige said slowly, "was that?"

"That—," replied Piper, "was a demon."

Two hours past in which Piper and Prue told Paige of magic, demons, witches, The Charmed Ones, and their destinies. About how the "cousin" was really a demon, and how after they had vanquished, killed, it, talked to their gram's and mom's ghosts who told them about the secret sister.

"Me? A—A witch," said Paige, "And—your sister? No, sorry, wrong number! I'm no witch."

"Well, a half-witch, half-whitelighter," said Piper.

"So," Paige said, "I'm a witch-lighter?"

Piper rose an eyebrow and Prue smiled.

"Yes," said Prue, "You're a...witch-lighter. You can orb. A sorta magical teleportation," she added, eyeing the confusion on Paige's face.

"So, what is a, white lighter," asked Paige.

"It's a guardian angel for witches," said Piper, "It watches over them and guides them and so on..."

"So, I can just orb," asked Paige, "That's kinda lame."

"Oh. I never thought of that," said Prue, "Maybe we should ask Leo what other powers white lighters have."

"Yeah," said Piper.

"Hey!" Paige yelled, Piper and Prue jumped. "That's where my pen—," the pen orbed into her hand and she threw it. It rolled across the table and landed on the floor.

"Wow," said Piper.