A/N: Wow, I feel inspired! This fic had one chapter and was originally published in 2005. And now, eight years later, I'm already (finally) going to post the third new chapter in less than 24 hours. I hope everyone is excited and enjoying it! So, some important information before I dive into the fic:

Living Arrangements: I really can't explain this one, so I'm just going to go with Magical House Expansion. It's silly, but with so many people living in the Manor, it's the only way I can explain it for now. So please have an active imagination and go with it! Basically, Prue Piper, and Phoebe all have their same rooms from when it was seasons 1-3. With Prue gone, her room will be left empty... For now... – Wicked grin. – As for Corrine, Melinda, and Katelyn, they all have their own "rooms" and that's were the magical house expansion comes in, so please go with it.

Ages: Corrine is 18. Melinda and Katelyn are both 17, but about 6 months apart (Melinda is older). Rebecca is 15. I know this might not work well, and might be odd considering they are all in the same French class. I can't explain the logic behind it, but they have to be close in age to all go to high school, and to have significant roles and voices in the fic. Again, use your imagination, like with the living arrangements.

Fathers: Corinne is Prue and Andy's daughter. In this version, Andy is alive and knows about the Charmed Ones and their powers. Melinda is, obviously, Leo and Piper's daughter. Katelyn is Phoebe and Cole's daughter. In this version, Cole was around a lot longer and was only vanquished after they had a daughter together. Rebecca belongs to Paige, as you know by now, and her father is Unknown. He left them when Rebecca was three, and Paige never talks about him. He was non-magical, though.

Powers: Corrine inherited her mother's telekinesis. Melinda can freeze, just like Piper, as well as orb. Katelyn inherited Cole's demonic powers, and can shimmer because of this; but, like Phoebe in her early years, she does not have an active power otherwise.

As for the Review Thank You:

MK: Thanks! Glad you're enjoying it! Is this a fast enough update? Lol :)

Guest: Thanks! That means a lot. I'd definitely prefer not to give up on this one, and so far, I've been having a great deal of inspiration and I've been chugging along with it. Hopefully that continues!

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Phoebe hesitated before pulling open the door to Bay View Social Services. She felt slightly apprehensive, and wondered briefly if she was walking into a trap. But she held her head high, scanning the room for Paige. She spotted her, and watched her from afar for a few minutes. Paige really seemed to be in her element, talking on the phone, shuffling papers to her co-workers as they came to collect them.

Finally, feeling like a stalker, she took a breath to calm herself before making her way to Paige's desk.

"I'm on it, Mr. Cowan, I swear," Paige said, looking up. She looked startled. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were my boss coming back to harass me." She tried to laugh it off.

Phoebe nodded, trying to force a smile. "It's fine. Do you have a minute, actually? We need to talk."

Paige frowned, but nodded. She called to one of her coworkers that she had to go on lunch, and left with Phoebe before anyone could protest.

Phoebe led Paige outside, and around the corner, where they couldn't be seen, just in case she had to use her powers.

"I need to know who you are," Phoebe said immediately. No preamble, no beating around the bush. "What do you want?"

Paige looked taken aback. "I told you. I'm Paige. Paige Matthews. I'm a social worker-."

"No," Phoebe snapped. "Cut the crap, and tell me the truth."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Paige stammered, growing increasingly uneasy.

"The why were you at Prue's funeral? You can't tell me a social worker would come to the funeral of a complete stranger."

Paige bit her lip. How could she explain without sounding ridiculous? Or worse, how could she explain without making Rebecca sound ridiculous?

"I'm waiting," Phoebe said, scowling.

Never in a million years would Paige have thought the Halliwell sisters were rude or paranoid. Phoebe was proving otherwise.

"Look, my daughter goes to school with your daughter and nieces. Rebecca.. She overheard what happened, and she felt horrible about it. She insisted we come to the funeral, to show support," Paige finally relented. "Happy now?" Paige tried to push past Phoebe, desperate to get away from her.

When they touched, a vision hit Phoebe, hard and fast. She gasped, stumbling backwards into the building. Paige stared at her, wide-eyed, backing away slowly.

"W-what... Are you okay?"

Phoebe shivered, recovering from the vision. She looked up at Paige, her eyes looking so haunted, so scared, that Paige abandoned her offer for help, and took off.

"Paige, wait!" Phoebe ran after her, but Paige had already gotten in her car and driven off, leaving Phoebe behind.

...

"Don't let her get too close," Melinda warned.

Katelyn frowned at her cousin. "Why not? I'm sick of pushing people away. Why can't I try to make new friends?"

Corinne was silent, walking beside her cousins. Her eyes were still red, and she had no desire to participate in the conversation.

"You know why, Katy," Melinda said sharply. Wind blew her long brown hair into her face, and she pushed it back behind her ear.

The cousins frequently walked home from school together. Katelyn had told Rebecca that none of their friends had showed at Prue's funeral, but to be honest, none of them really had friends. How could they? Their mother's were the Charmed Ones. It's not like they could have normal play dates, or invite friends over for slumber parties.

Katelyn signed in frustration. "I'm so sick of having no friends. It isn't fair. Rebecca seems nice. She showed at the funeral, when no one else would have or could have. I don't want to push her away and I won't."

Corrine gritted her teeth. Normally, she and Katelyn were the ones to fight. But the tension in Halliwell Manor was escalating. Everyone was hurting and missing Prue. But Corrine missed her more than all of them. She had shut herself off from the others, to a certain extent, and she sulked in silence while her cousins argued.

"It isn't safe, Katelyn," Melinda insisted. "You know that. We can't let people get too close, or ask too many questions." She paused, glancing briefly at Corrine. "Especially so soon after Aunt Prue's death. We can't have people become suspicious."

That was it. Corrine had had it. She broke off from her cousins, and speed-walked the rest of the way home. Melinda and Katelyn exchanged nervous glances, then took off after her, calling for her to stop.

Corrine slammed the door on them, but they caught up and begged for her to stop and talk to them.

"Hey," Piper called, coming down the stairs. "What's going on?"

The three girls fell silent.

"Okay, someone tell me what's going on. Now," Piper demanded, crossing her arms and giving the girls a stern look.

"Remember Rebecca? She came to Aunt Prue's funeral..." Katelyn launched into the story, and explained what Melinda and she had been arguing about on the way home.

Piper sighed, hating to be the bad guy. "Katy, I'm sorry, but Melinda is right. We can't risk it right now. We need to let all of this just blow over, okay?"

Katelyn looked so wounded, it almost made Piper reconsider. Before Piper could apologize, Katelyn dropped her bag, ran up the stairs, and slammed her door. Piper winced.

"I told her the same thing, but she didn't believe me," Melinda said bitterly.

"Oh, sweetie, she's just upset," Piper said softly. "And I don't blame her."

"Can we stop talking about this? PLEASE!" Corrine snapped, before following Katelyn's lead and running to the safety of her bedroom.

Melinda and Piper exchanged concerned looks, but at that moment, Phoebe burst into the house, looking shaken.

"Phoebe, where have you been?" Piper questioned, frowning in concern.

"No time," Phoebe responded, sounding short of breathe. "Book of Shadows. Now."

She took off so quickly; Piper didn't have a chance to question her. She gave Melinda a 'go check on your cousins' look before taking off after Phoebe.

To the attic. As always. Some things never seemed to change.