In Need of an Angel

By: Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell

Chapter 3: Finding Her Angel

Leo had just left her behind the school. She walked down the sidewalk trying to think of how to do this without seeming creepy. It was gonna be hard though. She wasn't supposed to tell Paige who she was, that they were sisters, or that they were witches.

So the convincing Paige that she was there to help would take some doing.

Prue saw a group of guys walking into the school. The typical jocks, she thought.

"You know whose easy to piss off and get expelled?" one of them asked.

The others laughed. "Who?"

"Crybaby Matthews," he said. At the name Matthews, Prue's hearing picked up and she walked closer.

"Why's that?" one of them asked.

"Ever since the car accident where she killed her parents, she's like porcelain. And get this, I've heard she not only cries, but she'll fight you too."

Prue held her breath, fighting the overwhelming urge to make their backpacks kick their asses.

"Sounds like fun!" someone said as they walked in and saw her at her locker.

Prue ran to shut her books in her locker and waited for them. Deep down it killed her not to be able to warn Paige, but she was kinda supposed to be like a knight in shining armor to her. She scoffed. It sounded so stupid, but she'd do it. She had a feeling Paige might not let her in on what was really going on otherwise.

She turned to her locker as they approached.

The jocks walked down the hall concocting the perfect way to harass the scarred girl.

The approaching footsteps were soft, but they sounded like the clomping of his drunken feet across the floor.

She whimpered and she buried her head deeper into her locker.

They laughed and she heard her foster father's loud sadistic chuckles as he beat her.

The tears leaked down her cheeks.

"Hey Mathews!" one of the jocks called.

"Bitch! Get over here!" he yelled.

One of the jocks banged the locker next to her and she jumped hitting her head on the roof of the locker.

She stepped away from the locker holding her books tight to her chest and shut the door. "What?" she asked quietly as she snapped the lock shut and twisted the combo to refresh it.

"How are your parents doing?" a blond asked.

"That's not funny," she said.

The dumbest of the three laughed. "Awe, too soon?"

The blond smirked. "We didn't think you would really care, seeing as you were the one to murder them," he chuckled. "Do you even have a conscience?" he asked, but she ignored him. "Well, you obviously don't seeing as you killed your own parents in cold blood."

The tallest, and obviously the ring leader of the three, stepped in. "What'd they ever do to you? Wouldn't let you go out with your gal pals to the prom? That hardly justifies killing them. Don't you think?"

"Just leave me alone!" Paige begged. She started crying. They were right. It was her fault. If she hadn't gotten suspended they would still be alive. "Please!"

Someone stepped up behind her. "Hey, get lost!" Paige heard.

"Make us!" they taunted.

She saw they'd dropped their backpacks. With a wave of her hand — hidden behind Paige — Prue sent them flying into their owners.

"How did you—?" someone asked as their bag knocked their feet out from under them.

"Karma's a real bitch, ain't it?" she smirked, raising their bags over their heads. She noticed some of them had slung them over their shoulders, so she picked them up off the ground slamming them into their lockers as she stepped in front of Paige.

"D—don't hurt us!" they pleaded, backing away.

"If you don't want to be hurt again," Prue's green eyes turned icy, "then I suggest you leave her alone."

They nodded, running off.

Prue turned around, but Paige wasn't behind her. She figured Paige had gone to class or at least she hoped she had, so she tried to find her. She usually walked right past Paige's class on the way to her own. She went back to her locker, grabbing her books and went to check on Paige.

She stopped outside the Biology room, sticking her head in. The jocks who saw her shrunk down in their seats.

"Yes, Miss Halliwell, what is it that you need?" the teacher asked.

"I just wondered if Paige Matthews had come in yet."

The teacher scanned the room, then her roster. "No, Miss Matthews isn't here yet."

Prue nodded. "Okay, thanks." She closed the door, making her way to the next possible place.

She saw a group of girls outside of the bathroom. "Better not go in, Prue," her friend said.

"Why?"

"We've got a crier who refuses to come out. I even said I was there to help, but all she did was tell me off."

A crier? Paige! She thought. "It's okay, girls. Get to class. I've got her."

One had a smug look. "What makes you think you can get her out?"

"Just trust me," she said, walking in.

Prue walked in, setting her books by the sink. She looked in the mirror, pretending to fix her hair, but really using the mirror to glance back at the stalls, looking for those oh-so-familiar combat boots.

She stood there a couple of minutes, hearing the sobs of her sister bounce off the permanent marker stained walls. Finally, she had had enough. She walked over to the stall that obscured the sad girl and knocked on the door.

"You okay in there?"

"Go away," Paige cried.

She sighed. "I'm not leaving."

"Please, just leave me alone," she begged.

She heard the scuff of the other girls' boots leaving the floor in the main hallway.

"Paige, just let me in, tell me what's wrong," Prue pleaded. "I just want to help." She paused as she heard no movement. "I won't tell anyone about this, cross my heart."

"You're heart?" She scoffed. "Yeah right, why would you want to help me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Prue retorted.

"Because I'm just the teenage girl who's super freaky, and killed my parents," She bit back sadly, "Nobody wants to help me."

Prue huffed, not getting mad at Paige, but at all of the assholes at this Godforsaken school. "I do, though. Please Paige, let me in."

She sighed. "Stick a needle in your eye?" The other girl muttered, internally calling herself a dork for even saying that. She was such a loser.

Prue smiled, "Of course."

Paige quietly unlocked the stall and the door creaked open slowly, revealing the heartbroken teenager.

Paige never admitted to her friend what was happening behind closed doors. She was too afraid that her foster dad would drag her only friend into the world full of horrible secrets.

A wonderful, amazing, girl like Prue didn't deserve that.

So Paige lay on the carpet of her bedroom, gasping for air, as he repeatedly kicked her and punched her, her crimson blood leaking onto the white carpet and staining it.

Suddenly, he pulled out a switch blade. "I don't have to do this, Paige, but you led me to it. I've had enough of your bullshit. I let you into my home only for you to disappoint me time after time. It's time to get rid of you once and for all. You're a burden, nobody will miss you."

She cringed at the words and how true they rang to her heart. Her only friend didn't know her, so why would she miss her? She closed her eyes tightly, preparing for the worst. . .

Prue stood next to her grandmother in the attic, who was happily teaching her how to make a love potion.

"You never know when you're going to need it," she remarked.

Suddenly, scattered blue orbs appeared in the room, forming into a worrisome Leo. "It's Paige," he told Prue, "she needs you. And she needs you now."

"What happened?" Prue and Penny asked at the same time.

"It's Dan," Leo stated, "he's going to do it this time."

"Do wha—?" she began, but quickly realized his words. Prue gasped and ran up to him, "Hurry!" she snapped and they Orbed from the house.

He held up the blade to her throat, pinning her to the wall with his opposite hand, when Prue orbed in. Paige's eyes widened through the tears.

"Step away from my sister!" Prue growled.

"Si-si-sister?" the terrified younger teen asked, shocked. She couldn't be! She can't be! Her life, it's not like mine. I've never met her until a few days ago.

He turned around, shocked. "What the hell?"

Prue threw out her arm, causing Dan to crash into the wall and Paige to fall into a heap at the floor, terrifying sobs wracking her form. "Heal Paige. I'll deal with that poor excuse of a man," she threatened.

She had a killer's look in her eyes, but it was more than killing someone. It was protecting. It was healing the wounds he caused her sister. It was a mess-with-my-sister-and-you'll-never-see-daylight-again look.

Leo rushed over to the girl, healing the wounds that he quickly examined.

Prue stalked her way towards Dan and lifted him up in the air with her powers. He kicked his feet helplessly as he yelled in fear.

"What are you?" he demanded.

"You're worst nightmare," she said before tossing him across the room, hearing his head collide with a satisfying crack. She then walked over to where he lay, nearly unconscious, using her Telekinesis to pick up the knife he threatened Paige with and bring it to her hand.

Leo propped Paige up and picked her up in his arms. Paige was passed out from not only tiredness, but shock. He walked over to Prue and placed a hand on her shoulder, just as she was about to stab him in his icy-cold heart. "Prue, enough."

Prue dropped the knife and started to cry. Not believing her baby sister was forced to live in such an awful place. She pet Paige's face, a salty tear dropping on her sister's pale face. "It's okay, sweetie, you're safe now."

Leo orbed both exhausted girls into the manor living room. He greeted Penny with a halfhearted wave.

"How are they?" She asked as he set them down on the couch.

"Not so good."

She sighed. "Well, it's good they're sleeping. That makes this job so much easier." She kneeled down near her granddaughter's heads. "I love you, my darlings."

Leo pulled out a golden satchel from his pocket and sprinkled the dust onto their heads, causing them both to wrinkle their nose as it erased their memories.

Penny kissed their foreheads. "I'm sorry you can't remember this, but it's for the best."

Leo sighed. "For the best isn't always right," he said, stuffing the satchel back into his pocket.

Penny nodded. "Yes, I know. But at least now the world will be safe for the future of everyone," she smiled, looking at the sleeping girls, "and that's all that I can give them."

Author's Note: And that's the last chapter! So what do you think?

That70sShowLova co-wrote it with me, so she deserves a lot of credit too. [If you have a plot bunny you just can't get started, she's your girl to get it running!] *Mwah*

Thanks to: That70sshowlova, Jaz-LiL-Bai, T, charmed-darkangel, Davi for their reviews!

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Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell