A/N: Hey guys! So I've got another chapter for you! I'm hoping to write at least two more tonight, and post them over the course of the next few days. So, here's a thank you to those who reviewed:

Greathe: It was actually your review from May 2012 that convinced me to pick this up again. Knowing that someone was still interested made it worthwhile to continue writing. So thanks for that! And thanks for not giving up on the story :)

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So here's Chapter 5! Enjoy and please review.

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When Rebecca returned home, she was grinning. Maybe she was finally making friends? And with the Halliwell Cousins, nonetheless. They were so pretty, popular (she thought), and mysterious. She tried picturing herself sitting with them at lunch, walking home with them, and hanging out on the weekend. Maybe they could study together, shop together. Growing up an only child had been lonely, and the idea intrigued her.

"Mom, I'm home!" she called, dropping her backpack in the foyer, and wandering until she found Paige in the living room, pacing. "Mom?"

Paige paused, glancing at her daughter. "Hi, sweetie. How was school?" Though she tried to sound interested, she also seemed anxious and slightly scattered.

Rebecca frowned, concerned. But she ignored it for now. "Great! I think I'm finally making friends. Katelyn Halliwell spoke to me after class and-."

"I don't want you talking to those girls," Paige said forcefully. "Do you hear me?"

Rebecca looked taken aback. What was going on? Normally her mom would be thrilled for her. Especially after everything that had happened to them. Why was so she being cold now?

"But... I don't understand," Rebecca said quietly, sounding hurt.

Paige softened. "I'm sorry, honey. But... They are very odd people, and I think it's best not to interact with them."

Rebecca looked ready to cry, and Paige wanted to explain, to comfort her daughter. But she didn't know how to voice her concerns, and before she could, Rebecca had run upstairs, slamming her door dramatically.

Paige signed, shaking her head.

...

"Phoebe, we can't have an Innocent," Piper snapped, sounding both annoyed and defeated. "We don't have the Power of Three anymore. We can't do this."

Phoebe continued to flip pages in the Book of Shadows, undeterred. "It was Paige Matthews. From the funeral?"

"What... Why... Phoebe!"

Phoebe jumped, pausing in her pursuit of the demon, and looked at Piper, wide-eyed.

"How did you get close enough to her to have a premonition, Phoebe?" Piper spoke through gritted teeth, and Phoebe wasn't sure she had ever seen her sister so angry.

"Well, Piper," she said calmly, "I took matters into my own hands. You refused to listen to my concerns about Paige. I needed to know who she was, make sure she wasn't a threat to us. So I went to her and spoke to her."

Piper gaped at her younger sister in shock. "You did.. You did what?! Phoebe, you could have exposed us!"

"I could have, yes. But I needed to know." Phoebe pursed her lips. "And it's a good thing I did, because in my premonition, she was being attacked by Shax."

Finally, this was enough to cause Piper concern. "What? But... But... He's the Source's henchman. We vanquished him. Prue and I vanquished him." She paused. "Didn't we?"

Phoebe shook her head, pointing at a page in the Book. "Nope. Needs the Power of Three. Maybe you wounded him, but he's going to come back and he's going to hurt Paige."

"We can't defeat him, Phoebe," Piper said slowly, as if concerned Phoebe had lost her mind and needed to be spoken to as if she were a child. "We don't have... We need Prue, and she's gone. How are we supposed to defeat her?"

Suddenly, a strong wind picked up, flipping the pages in the Book of Shadows. Phoebe frowned at Piper, scanning the spell the Book had stopped on.

"It's... the spell to call a lost witch." Phoebe glanced at Piper, confused.

"What?" Piper wrinkled her nose. "We don't have a lost witch to call. Unless... Pheebs, do you think... Prue?"

Phoebe shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe? I mean, we have an innocent to save, so maybe."

Quickly, they gathered the ingredients for the spell, and recited it together:

"Powers of the witches rise.

Course unseen across the skies.

Come to us, we call you near.

Come to us and settle here."

A strong wind blew threw the attic, extinguishing the candles, but nothing else happened.

"Well... That was a bust," Piper grumbled.

Phoebe sighed. "Piper, I don't know what this all means. But we can't let Shax kill Paige. I got that vision for a reason."

Piper glared at Phoebe. Her sister was right, and she didn't want her to be. She didn't want to hunt demons. She didn't want to deal with any more Innocents. She wanted Prue back. But, unfortunately, she knew Phoebe was right.

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"Katelyn?" Melinda knocked gently on her door.

"Go away!"

"Please, Katy, let me in?"

Silence.

"Please? I'm sorry!" Melinda begged.

Finally, the door opened. Melinda stepped inside, and followed Katelyn back to her bed.

"I'm sorry. I know you just want to make friends, but you have to understand how dangerous it is right now."

"I do, understand, Mel," Katelyn insisted. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it. Rebecca seems nice, and I'm tired of never having any friends."

"I know," Melinda said gently. "But until we know if what happened to Aunt Prue was a demon or just a normal, everyday incident, we have to be really careful. And we have to lay low."

Katelyn sighed in frustration. "I know. I get it." Still, tears formed in her eyes and she had to blink them away.

"We need to stick together, now more than ever. Especially for Cory's sake."

Katelyn bit her lip. "You're right. She needs us. I've been acting like a child"

Melinda took her cousin's hand in her own. "We need to be strong for her sake."

Together, they made their way to Corrine's room, and knocked softly before walking in. Corrine lay on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. Melinda got on the bed behind her, and wrapped her arm around Corrine, grabbing a hold of her hand. Katelyn lay down in front of Corrine, snuggling in next to her and taking her other hand. Corrine sniffled, murmuring a soft thank you to her cousins.

She was grieving, and though nothing could change the fact that she'd lost her mother, it was nice to know that her cousins were there for her. It helped, more than words could express.

They sat like that for a long time, until Corrine fell asleep, her sobs tampering off, and an expression of peace falling over her features. Not wanting to disturb her, Katelyn and Melinda remained with her and eventually they, too, fell asleep.

...

Piper quietly backed out of Melinda's room, closing the door with a soft click. She had wanted to check on them, but when she had found them, she had decided to let them sleep.

Downstairs, she called Leo to watch the girls.

"We have a demon to hunt." Piper held the potion up. It was not, by any means, a replacement for the lost Power of Three, but it was the strongest in their arsenal. They hoped it would be enough.

Leo looked concerned, but the look on his face said he knew something, and he wasn't ready to share.

"Be careful," he demanded, giving Piper a kiss.

"We will," Phoebe assured him.

Leo felt helpless. All he could do was pray they returned safe and sound.