A/N: Hey guys! Glad to hear everyone enjoyed chapter 6! So, unfortunately, this is the last chapter I have written right now. I'm pondering Chapter 8, and how to move forward. I'm a little unsure how to proceed, though. I really don't want to waste time with Paige and the whole "Magic isn't real! I'm going to go evil! Then be saved and go good!" thing that followed her finding out she was a witch in season 4.

So my question is: Would anyone be upset if I kind of skipped all the fuss, and made something happen that caused Paige to believe, without a doubt, that she's a witch, and the Charmed Ones are her sisters? If I don't do that, the story will continue to drag while Piper and Phoebe try and convince Paige of everything.

MK: Glad you thought so! I basically wanted it to follow the show's storyline, but also be slightly altered for a few reasons (one of which is my above explanation, of not wanting to drag it out.)

CharmedOpal: I'm glad you think it was better! Appreciate it :)

Lizardmomma: Glad you enjoyed it!

So, in your reviews for this chapter, I'd appreciate it if you could give me your opinion on my skipping all the "Paige doesn't believe us!" crap, and just having Paige believe it all. Thanks in advance, guys!

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Piper, Phoebe, and Paige stood silently, stunned, while Patty explained everything to them. When she was done, more silence followed. Paige felt light headed. Witch... She was... She was a witch? But... witches didn't exist! She stumbled slightly, putting her hands out to grab the doorframe. She gripped it so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

"You knew Prue was destined to die." Piper finally spoke, her anger directed at Patty. "You knew and you didn't stop it?"

Patty winced. "It was meant to be, Piper. Sweetheart, you of all people should know that, with magic, everything happens for a reason."

"Screw that," Piper snapped, shaking her head. "How could the Elders do this? How could they let Prue d-die..."

Phoebe licked her lips. "Because we were meant to meet our other sister..." she replied softly, glancing at a very pale Paige.

Paige opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. "There's got to be a mistake. I'm not a witch."

"Oh, Paige," Patty tried to smile, but her chin trembled. "I'm so sorry you were kept in the dark for so long. But this is where you are meant to be."

Paige shook her head. "No. You're crazy..." She spun around, and took off.

"Paige!" Phoebe called, trying to go after her, but Piper stopped her.

"Ler het go," Piper said. "She needs time to let all of this sink in." She glanced at their mother, her expression unreadable. "We all do."

...

When Rebecca finally came out of her room, she felt groggy. She couldn't believe she had slept for nearly five hours. She braced herself for whatever was about to happen, and made her way downstairs to find her mom.

Paige was sitting on the couch in the living room, nursing a glass of water. She looked startled when Rebecca called her name.

"Oh... Hey, Bex," Paige greeted her daughter dazedly.

"Look... Mom, I'm sorry," Rebecca apologized, sitting on the couch across from Paige. She fiddled with her hair, twirling it between her fingers. "I shouldn't have stormed out on you before. I was just so angry..."

Paige sighed, setting her drink down on the coffee table. "You don't have anything to apologize for. It's my fault for snapping and not explaining myself."

And how could she explain herself? Especially now, after everything she had seen and done. She chewed on her lip, trying to choose her words carefully.

"Look, I know it doesn't make sense, but I have my reasons for wanting you to keep your distance from the Halliwell's, okay?"

Rebecca sighed, but nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

"Oh, don't look so sad," Paige begged. "You're making me feel like a mean mom."

Finally, Rebecca relented. "No, it's... Well, I can't say it's okay and I still don't understand, but you aren't mean."

Paige smiled. "Thank you."

Rebecca nodded, saying a hasty goodnight and retreating to her room. Once she was in her room, she let her smile fall, and she collapsed onto her bed. She couldn't understand her mom's problem with the Halliwell's, and it bugged her terribly.

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The next day at school, Rebecca avoided the Halliwell's, and they avoided her. Rebecca couldn't help but glance at Katelyn every once in awhile. Sometimes, she and Katelyn made eye contact. Even though both girls had been given strict orders to ignore the other, they each still couldn't understand why they were being snubbed.

When class let out, Rebecca lingered at her locker, looking around for Katelyn. She didn't want to disobey her mother, but if Katelyn approached her, she wouldn't be rude either.

Katelyn stood with her cousins at her locker. Corrine and Melinda were having a hushed conversation, but Katelyn wasn't paying any attention. She was staring down the hall at Rebecca. She understood what her cousins were saying, what her Aunt Piper had said, but she longed for a friend. She loved her cousins, but sometimes she didn't want to think about magic or demons or their future as the next generation of Halliwell Witches.

Melinda grabbed her arm, and she glanced at her cousin in confusion.

"You were walking towards Rebecca," Melinda explained, letting go. "You know you can't."

Katelyn glared, tired of everyone telling her who she could and couldn't be friends with. Without a word, she stalked off, heading for Rebecca's locker.

"Hey," Rebecca said, startled, when Katelyn appeared beside her.

"Hey, Rebecca," Katelyn replied, forcing a smile. She wondered if she should make up an excuse as to why she had been ignoring her all day, or if she should just apologize and lie, say she had just been distracted and tired.

But Rebecca saved her from any explanation at all.

"My mom doesn't want us hanging out," Rebecca explained, with no preface to what she had to say, no beating around the bush. "But I don't understand why. All I know is your mom visited her, and then she went to visit your mom and aunts, and then all of a sudden she was freaked and telling me to stay away."

Katelyn looked surprised. What had her mom done? Was it magical? Or had Phoebe simply made up some lame excuse as to why their daughter's couldn't socialize?

"I... Uhm, I'm sorry," Katelyn stammered. "My cousins said the same thing about you."

Rebecca blinked, stunned by this revelation. What had she done to deserve that?

Katelyn bit her lip. "We have a lot of, you know, family stuff going on right now, and we're all just trying to deal, so, you know, they think I need time and..." She shrugged helplessly, unsure how to explain.

"Oh," Rebecca mumbled, closing her locker and turning to leave. Some guys ran past, laughing and hooting, as if they were chasing something. They knocked into Rebecca, and she slammed painfully into her locker. She dropped her books and winced, rubbing her arm.

"Oh! Are you okay?" Katelyn asked, bending to pick up the fallen books.

The second she touched Rebecca's books, though, a vision hit her – so hard, so far, so unexpected. She gasped, stumbling into the people behind her. They grumbled and shoved her away. She leaned into the lockers, eyes shut tight.

When the vision ended, she opened her eyes to find a confused and scared Rebecca staring at her. Shaky, Katelyn shoved Rebecca's books at her and ran, without another word, back to her cousins.

"Katy? What's wrong?" Corrine demanded, concern in her eyes. "What happened?"

Katelyn gaped at her cousins, at a loss for words. She shook her head, and motioned for them to follow her. It wasn't until they were halfway home that Katelyn stopped and faced them.

"When I was talking to Rebecca, some guys knocked into her and dropped her books. I picked them up for her and..." Katelyn paused, wincing, still in shock.

"And?" Corrine prompted.

Katelyn eyes her cousins. "And I had a vision."

Silence so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

"But..." Melinda frowned. "But, you don't get visions. You've never gotten visions. You have the power to shimmer."

Katelyn shook her head, at a loss for words. "Well... it looks like I have visions now."

"What did you see?" Corrine asked, the ever-practical big sister, wanting to get the facts and analyze the situation.

"I saw Rebecca," Katelyn said slowly, trying to stop her voice from shaking. "She was being killed by a demon."