A/N: Hey guys! You're getting two chapters in one day! Ahh! Crazy, right?! So, thanks for giving me your opinions on the Paige believing she's a witch thing. I was hoping you all would say that, and I even had this chapter started, with the idea it would go like that. But I appreciate your input, so I wanted to be sure you'd be okay with it first.

Aviva426: Thanks! Glad you love it!

Anouki90: Glad you're enjoying it! And thanks for the input!

CharmedOpal: Thanks for your input! I basically took your suggestion and ran with it. Thanks!

RandyOrtonxWifexx: I agree; it took way too long for her to really accept it and move on. Don't worry... I can still foresee Piper Vs. Paige feuds in the future :)

Okay. So I don't have Chapter 9 written yet, but I have a pretty good idea of the direction it'll go in. Hopefully, I'll have it up tomorrow sometime. For now, enjoy!

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Corrine, Melinda, and Katelyn walked into the Manor, as Piper and Phoebe were walking downstairs.

"Hey, girls, how was-." Piper faltered. Her plan was to plaster on a fake smile, and pretend everything was okay. Until they knew more, they didn't want to scare the girls, or cause them unnecessary worry. But the looks on their faces said they already had something to worry about.

"What happened?" Phoebe asked, noticing that Katelyn looked the worst of the three. She held a hand to her forehead, and she kept wincing, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Corrine and Melinda supported Katelyn, walking her slowly to the living room so she could collapse on the couch. Piper and Phoebe followed, matching frowns on their faces.

Katelyn tried to speak, but a combination of pain and confusion seemed to stop her from articulating her concerns.

"Melinda, get her some water and aspirin," Corrine said firmly. Melinda nodded, and took off, practically running, to the kitchen.

"Corrine..." Piper said slowly, trailing off.

"Give her a minute," Corrine snapped, glaring at Piper and Phoebe, daring them to challenge her.

Everyone fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock. Finally, Melinda returned and passed off the pills and cold glass to her cousin. Katelyn tipped the pills into her mouth, drinking the water greedily, emptying the entire glass.

She took five minutes to calm her breathing, to let the aspirin chip away at the pounding migraine she had, before she looked up at her aunt and mother.

"I had a premonition," she finally said.

Phoebe gaped at her daughter, and Piper stuttered before finally managing to say, "But you don't have the power of premonition."

Katelyn nodded, then winced when her head felt like it was being crushed in a vice. "I know. I don't ever want to get one again, either," she complained, looking at Phoebe with a new respect in her eyes.

Phoebe pressed her mouth into a thin line. It had taken her a long time to get used to the visions: the headaches, the dizziness. She had almost been relieved when Katelyn's powers had developed, and she'd gained Cole's ability to shimmer. A demonic power was better than the migraine-inducing visions. It was useful, and she was grateful for it, but she didn't wish it on her daughter.

"What did you see?" Piper asked, sounding very much like Corrine. She was, after all, the big sister now.

Katelyn shuddered, the vision seemingly ingrained in her mind. "I saw Rebecca Matthews. A demon was... She was... It... She was dead."

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Paige sat in her dark living room, staring at a glass of gin and tonic, sitting on the coffee table. Her eyes were red-rimmed from hours of crying. She had almost broken years of sobriety; she'd gone as far as making the drink and bringing it to her lips, but she stopped herself at the last minute, and now the drink sat untouched, yet tempting her. She couldn't believe the things she had seen and heard. A witch? No, not possible.

And yet...

And yet, being a witch meant the Halliwell's were her sisters. And Patty was her birth mother. She had loved her adoptive parents, with all her heart – even when she had caused them problems, and given them major headaches. But she had always longed to know her birth parents, to find out why she had been given up, and to finally find her family, and a place to call home.

But was it worth the consequences of being a part of the Halliwell family? Could she handle the fact that it meant she was a witch? And what did that even mean? Well, she knew what a witch was, obviously, and she knew they had powers and killed... things... But what else would it entail?

Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the knock at the front door. It grew more urgent, and finally roused her form her dark thoughts. She frowned at the clock. It was a little after 4 p.m. Rebecca was in her room, doing homework – still giving Paige the cold shoulder. Normally, Paige was still at work right now. But she hadn't gone back since the run-in with Phoebe.

At another insistent knock, Paige stood and walked to the door.

"Okay, okay," she grumbled, pulling it open.

Piper and Phoebe stood on her doorstep.

Paige's shocked look, and red eyes, made Phoebe wince. It had taken a long time for her and her sister's to grow comfortable with their destiny. To find out the way Paige had... It seemed so unfair. And now they were going to dumb more news on the poor woman.

"Paige, I'm so sorry about what happened earlier," Phoebe apologized. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you have to believe us. It's all true."

"Why should I believe you? This all seems like some elaborate prank," Paige snapped, but it was half-hearted. Deep down, a part of her knew, without a doubt, that everything they had told her, everything Patty had explained, was true.

"Because," Piper responded, "Rebecca is in danger."

Paige was stunned into silence.

She invited Piper and Phoebe in almost immediately at the mention of Rebecca, and they quickly explained Katelyn's premonition to her.

As much as she wanted to argue and fight, she knew it was no use. She was a witch. Piper and Phoebe Halliwell were her sister's. And Rebecca's life was on the line.

"I believe you," Paige managed to say, though her mouth felt as dry as cotton, and she had to struggle to get the words out. "What do we do? Can we... Can we stop it from happening?"

Phoebe smiled comfortingly. "Yes. We're going to stop it. I promise, we won't let anything happen to Rebecca or you."

Paige bit her lip, but nodded her thanks.

"We think it would be best if you and Rebecca stayed at the Manor for the next few days," Piper finally admitted. "We can protect you better there."

"I..." Paige began, cutting herself off. That sounded strange. It was definitely unexpected. But the sentiment was there, and that was welcome. So she simply nodded.

"Pack some stuff, get Rebecca, and let's get going. It's really important we get home and start dealing with this. The sooner we vanquish whatever demon is after her, the sooner we can work on... Sorting out other things," Phoebe said, stumbling over her choice of words a little bit.

But it was obvious to Piper and Paige that by 'other things,' Phoebe meant the fact that they were sisters.

Paige slipped upstairs to Rebecca's room. She knocked, but got no answer, so she nudged the door open. Rebecca was asleep on her bed, her textbook and notebook open before her. Paige gently nudged her awake.

"Wassgoin on?" Rebecca slurred, blinking sleep from her eyes. "Mom?"

"We need to go, Rebecca," Paige murmured. "Pack your duffle bag."

"Where are we going?" Rebecca asked, sleep slipping away as panic replaced it.

Paige hesitated. How much should she tell her daughter? Eventually, she'd have to be told everything. For now, she kept it simple.

"We're spending the night at Halliwell Manor."