Hours flew by and next thing Patrick knew; the eldest Halliwell sister was already downstairs making coffee. He didn't want to risk running into her again, especially after seeing how furious she was with him last night. He thought that they had made progress, but after reading the spell from the Book of Shadows, he didn't know anymore. He didn't even know if it worked; he hadn't moved things with his mind, frozen time, or saw the future. Maybe it was just a hoax; he shook his head. It couldn't be a hoax, their whole family line had pretty much been written in here. Most of the lineage that seemed to throw off the magical gifts were those in the female line. There was a chance that he might not receive the power from his ancestors. He turned back to the page where it had the incantation to summon the Charmed Ones powers and it had said siblings three, not sisters or brothers three. Before he could contemplate it anymore, there was a knock on his door. He hid the book under his pillow, and said, "Come in!" Piper walked into his room and took a look on his face.

"Hey Patrick," she said, sitting down on the bed next to him. She was surprised to see him awake this early; normally she or Prue had to come in every five minutes to wake him up fully. "I can't believe you are up this early," she said laughing lightly. He knew that she would see through any lie he could bother trying to come up with one.

"I really didn't sleep much," he said, rubbing the back of his head lightly. "Well at all actually...too busy reading," he was waiting for her to yell at him. She just shook her head, and patted his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll make you some coffee," she said, "and don't worry, Prue left for work already," Patrick nodded his head, and crawled out of his bed. Before following her out, he grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He followed his older sister down the stairs, and wondered if she was going to ignore what had happened the previous night. "You really need to take care of yourself Pat," she sighed taking a look at his tired expression. "I would hate for you to get sick on your first couple days back,"

"Piper you don't have to worry about me so much," he reminded her. "I am in my twenties like you and Prue now..." he sighed, "and I really think that we need to keep what happened in mind last night," he said.

"Patrick please..." Piper said, rubbing her temples, "I only had a cup of coffee, I am not in the mood to hear more of this psycho babble,"

"Piper just hear me out," he said, as they barreled down the stairs. "I kept reading in the The Book of Shadows, and it said that there were three siblings meant to protect those who couldn't. They each had a power, and each of them were powerful on their own. But when they combined their powers, they protected the world from demons. It seems like it was passed down our family line..."

"Patrick Noel Halliwell," Piper snapped, "we are not supernatural beings; our mother drowned, our grandmother had a heart attack, and we have a non-existent father. We are far from supernatural; we are just natural. We have no powers," she hadn't gotten that mad at her brother in a very long time. She had a trying night, and she wasn't caffeinated enough to deal with his rantings. He let out a sigh, and she frowned. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, but I haven't had enough caffeine,"

"S'alright," he said; it sucked being the only one who cared about what they could potentially be receiving. "I guess you should just focus on your cooking audition today," he tried to keep a bright front for Piper; she had wanted to be a chef ever since he could remember. She grinned at him and patted his shoulder. She put the coffee grounds into the machine and started it up.

"I am going to go take a shower...you are welcome to any food that is in the refrigerator," she said, as she headed back up the stairs. Piper felt bad; she hadn't seen her brother in months and she had already snapped at him. She knew how bad it was to be out there by himself, and she had already gotten mad at him. He was just being his annoying younger brother self; she usually had better control. Maybe after the audition she should take him out for lunch. She took a quick shower, and dried her hair off. She got dressed up her chef's outfit and brought her ingredients out for her dinner audition. "Hey...I'm heading out," she said, "Maybe once I am done with the audition I can take you out to lunch,"

"That does sound good..." he admitted. "I guess call the house when you are ready..." she nodded her head, and headed out. In the mean time; he thought to himself, he should look into the classifieds and look into jobs. He knew that he couldn't just mooch off his sisters for the rest of his life.

Prue Halliwell had finally reorganized the things she needed to do for the museum. She tucked a couple strands of her bob behind her ear, and rubbed her eyes. This was getting so irritating; she was doing the work meant for more than five people, and Roger still hadn't promoted her. What was with him; even though they weren't together anymore he shouldn't be holding that against her. Her thoughts then drifted her to her brother; wasn't she doing the exact same thing? She shook her head and decided to focus on her work. She could worry about her brother later, and headed towards Roger's office. Before she could let him know the filing was done she saw him taking credit for her work...again.

"Just put those over there..." he said, acting like he ruled the place.

"You really shouldn't put those there," Prue pointed out, "those boxes are for the Egyptian Exhibit and those are for the Roman part of the museum," she was getting severely annoyed with him. "Roger you have owned this place for years, and yet you don't know where anything goes," and then she saw the pen. It was the expensive pen that she had gotten him when he had been appointed head of the company. He waved that damn pen every single chance he got. Sometimes she wished that it would just explode mid point. She glared at the pen, and suddenly the tip shot off and ink sprayed all over his face and over his Armani suit. She held back a chuckle as she saw his shocked face. Maybe Karma would kick him fully in the ass for once.

She decided to fix the mess Roger had made once again. She should have had that promotion, but she was told that he was more qualified. At the time she had believed him, but now she had a feeling that he had lied about the work she had done and made it looked like he had completed it. It took another thirty minutes for her to straighten out his mess before heading for his office once more. He had cleaned himself up and was talking on the phone; once again taking credit for her work. That was the last straw, "I quit,"

"I got to call you back..." he said, hanging up the phone quickly. "Prue...I know what this looks like, but you can't quit,"

"Why not?" she questioned shaking her head lightly, "Lousy job, lousy pay, and lousy boss,"

"Prue...you can't do this..."

"This is even better than the day I gave you my ring back,"

"Prue...if you walk out that door," he growled. Was he threatening her? That pompous bastard had the gall to threaten her.

"You are threatening me?" she shot. She shook her head, and headed towards her office.

"There had better not be any office supplies in your purse when you leave," as she walked away, she made a strangling gesture, imagining his tie strangling him. She didn't know that he was being strangled in his office, and even if she did; she wouldn't care.

Meanwhile at Quake, Piper was beginning to add the finishing touches to her dish. She knew she was running out of time; all she had to do was add the port. As soon as that thought past her head, Chef Moore walked in, "Your time..." he said emphasizing his french accent, "is finished," she shook her head; no she had three more minutes.

"Chef Moore...I need to add the port-,"

"Ah yes...the port," he said, "the key ingredient for the sauce..." he said, airily ignoring her comment.

"Please...just give me one second," she said as his fork pressed into the pasta. Her hands flew up, "Please stop..." and suddenly he had frozen his movements. She let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you Chef Moore..." and when he didn't reply or even move she said, "Chef Moore?" She waved a hand in front of his face, and he didn't move an inch. No; there was no way she could have frozen time. She was a plain old normal Piper Halliwell nothing special at all about her. She shook her head and decided to add the port to the actual sauce and baster some into the small bite of pasta. He unfroze shortly and he took a bite, moaning in pleasure.

"This...this is good," he said, "you are hired," she tried to appear happy enough so he wouldn't reconsider. She thanked him profusely, and walked out. She headed towards the nearest phone booth, and dialed the house number. She bit her lip as she heard the ringing going on.

"Come on Pat...answer the damn phone," she murmured over and over to herself. She ended up getting the machine, and she groaned. "Patrick...if you are there, please pick up the phone. Something strange happened and I really need your help," she held on for a moment, and sighed. "I'll be home soon ok?" she hung up the phone, and turned around bumped into someone. She was about to let out a yell, until she saw that it was her boyfriend Jeremy. Even if she couldn't get a hold of her family; at least she had her boyfriend with her. "Jeremy...you scared me,"

"Hey...I saw you coming out of Quake...wanted to see if you got your job," he said with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Yeah...I did," she said with a grin. He hugged her tightly and pulled away.

"Well...I think this is a time to celebrate," he said to her, "I'm treating you out to dinner tonight," she just nodded her head. She guessed she would have to wait until later to tell Patrick about the freezing thing.

Patrick Halliwell sighed; he was so tired of being cooped up in the house all day. He had no luck finding a job, and he wasn't in the mood to walk around the Bay Area. He grabbed his bike which was still parked in the garage. It looked like Prue and Piper had taken care of his bike while he was gone. He grinned lightly; he was glad that they still cared for him. I guess it was a hope that he would return to San Francisco. He checked the tires and saw that they were still pumped and good. He wheeled himself outside, and breathed in the air. It was good to be home, he thought to himself. He just started riding around the city. He missed the warmth of San Francisco, and the people were definitely nicer than those in New York. As he cycled around, he saw a group of kids riding on roller blades. There was a sudden ringing in his ears. His eyes started to water, and the next thing he knew the sight in front of him vanished and was replaced with another. He saw said kids riding their roller blades on the sidewalk until one of them careened into an SUV. As soon as the vision came, it went. He corrected his bike path, and saw the beginning of the accident. He peddled relentlessly towards the young teenagers as fast as he could.

"HEY!" Patrick shouted, managing to get their attention. He skidded in front of them, and the next thing he knew the car went barreling past them. "You need to watch where you are going," he said, "they're crazy assholes out here..." he said, and they just nodded their heads; too shocked to do anything about it. He was glad he was able to save those kids. As he peddled on, he slowly realized that he just had a vision. As he started to head back towards the house, the same crazy ass driver came roaring down the street. He felt another flash coming, and saw the car hitting him now.

Before he could fully careen out of the way, the car hit the back tire of his bike. He went flying off the bike, and crashed his wrist onto the sidewalk. The same kids he saved came rolling back towards him, pulling him off of the street. The driver stumbled out of the car, and Patrick got a quick whiff of alcohol before he fell into unconsciousness. At least I saved those kids, he thought to himself.

On the way home, Prue Halliwell heard her cellphone ring. She looked down and saw an unfamiliar number. "Prue Halliwell," she answered professionally. It wasn't like she was expecting anyone to call her so who knew what was going on?

"Ms. Halliwell...do you have a brother named Patrick?" Prue felt her heart rate rise; it was a nurse from a hospital.

"Yes...is he ok?" she questioned, feeling the hand on the steering wheel tightening. If anything happened before she could make up with him, she would never forgive herself. She had already lost so much of her family; she couldn't stand losing her brother.

"Yeah...he only sustained a few minor injuries," she said calmly.

"I am on my way over," she said, hanging up the phone. She headed towards Bay General Hospital, and kept thinking about her baby brother. When she finally arrived, she ran towards the ER. She saw one of the nurses, "I just got a call about my baby brother, Patrick...Patrick Halliwell," she said quickly.

"He's just getting all wrapped up," she said, "Your little brother is going to be just fine," Prue closed her eyes and let out a sigh. "Just go ahead and take a seat Ms..." Prue nodded her head, and sat down on one of the waiting room seats. She put her head in her hands, and let out a deep sigh. Her baby brother was alright. She stood up and started to pace. As she was pacing she was hit with a voice she hadn't heard since high school.

"Prue Halliwell?" Andy Trudeau asked, walking over to her with a grin on his face. Before he could make any comments about how she was, he saw a troubled look on her face. "Are you ok?" he questioned, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah...I'm alright," she said, wiping her eyes making them clear once more. "Just waiting for them to release my brother,"

"What happened to Ricky?" he questioned, softening his voice. Prue forgot about his childhood name and she smiled lightly at that note.

"I don't know...some drunk guy came and hit him while he was on his bike," Prue said, vaguely remembering what the nurse said on the drive over.

"Well...I got some friends in the PD here...I can get that scumbag locked up for what he did to your brother," he said to her. Andy wished he could do more; he missed all the Halliwells. He wished he could have came back when their Grams had died, but he was in the Police Academy still. He sent a card and money, but being proud as Prue was she never cashed the check, not until recently anyways. She must have been desperate.

"He'll get what's coming to him," Prue replied softly.

"Look...I gotta go check on a body...but do you still live in the manor?" he questioned. Prue nodded her head, "I'll give you a call later alright?" he questioned.

"Alright..." she said to him, "it was nice to see you again," she said as he hugged her. He went towards the nurses' station. When she turned away from her old flame, she saw a nurse walking with Patrick. She jogged over to him, instant relief flooding through her system. "Oh my god...are you alright?" she questioned, lightly touching his shoulder. Patrick smiled weakly, and nodded his head. "Is there any forms I need to sign for him?" the nurse shook her head.

"All signed Miss Halliwell. He's ready to go," Prue nodded her head, and gently grabbed Patrick by his good arm. She saw a nervous look come across his features; he was most likely thinking that he was going to get in trouble. Even when he was younger; it was always like this with Prue. Before he could attempt to apologize for screwing up again, he was enveloped by a hug. He instantly returned it; he had truly missed his big sister.

"You sure you are ok?" she asked, pulling away. She didn't have tears in her eyes like before, but she did flash him a quick smile.

"I'm ok Prue..." he said to her. "Just a couple scratches and bruises," he assured her. Patrick hugged her again; knowing that he was going to get it later. "Those kids that found me...they ok?" he questioned. Prue shrugged her shoulders, and sighed.

"You ready to go home?" she questioned.

"Yeah..I'm ready," he replied. "I was just glad those kids are ok," Prue nodded her head, and led him to the car. "It sucks that my bike got totaled," he grimaced thinking about his broken bike.

"I'll get you a new one," Prue promised.

"I...I had a vision," he said to her.

"A vision?" Prue questioned as she helped him into the car.

"I'm alright sis," he said to her, getting into the passenger's seat. "I saw those kids getting hit by that drunk driver...and I saved them," Prue sighed; they must have given him some pain killers. She saw the prescription in his hand, and took it from him. She closed the door, and went to the driver's side. She was getting a headache beginning to form. "I guess...I'll talk to you later about it..." he said. Patrick didn't want to piss off his sister anymore.

"Thank you," she said, glad that he wasn't going to go on about that witch babble.

"Are....are you mad that I left?" he asked, needing to know how bad things were going to get.

"A little bit..." she admitted, no wanting to get him upset. "But you know..." she said, "you did what you had to do,"

"We are going to have to talk about what happened between us Prue," he said, "I just don't want to keep Roger.." Suddenly the headrest flew off behind him, and he looked at Prue in shock. Prue stopped at a stoplight.

"How the hell did you do that?" she questioned.

"That wasn't me..." Patrick said, "I'm the one with the visions while you and Piper got the cool powers," She let out a low even sigh, and Patrick knew that he screwed up with his big sister again. He didn't even let a light shine of happiness go through him.

"You turned me into a witch," she said to him.

"I'm sorry that I brought this back to us," he apologized. Prue realized that her brother was feeling like crap already, and she sighed. "We were born witches...and when Grams died...we were able to receive our powers," Prue bit back her anger, and patted his good wrist. She was still furious about what happened, but she wasn't going to push it. She arrived at the store, and they got to the store. She put in the prescription.

"Excuse me, where is the aspirin?" Prue questioned.

"Aisle three," she said, and Prue headed towards the aisle.

"You know that tea helps too..."

"I don't want tea, I want some damn aspirin," she looked around furiously for the aspirin, "didn't she say aisle three?" she questioned.

"It looks like your power is activated by anger," Patrick observed, and she shook her head.

"I don't care if my power is triggered by anger, I just want aspirin," she said through clenched teeth. "Do you see it?"

"No..." he said, and the next thing he knew there was a bottle of aspirin flying into her hands. Her eyes widened in amazement. "Feeling a little bit better?" he questioned, and she nodded her head. Sure the headache was there still, but it was manageable. "Lets...lets just go home..." he said.

Alright..I really wanted to end episode one, but I am tired and it is a long enough to post...so I hope you enjoyed. Vanquish next chapter ^^