Piper Halliwell sighed as she entered the taxi that Jeremy had called over for them. He flashed her a grin as he sat down next to her. In the back of her mind, she knew that she had to go home and talk to Patrick about what had happened to her at her audition. He hadn't left her alone since he found out that she had gotten her job. He was so happy for her so she couldn't tell him no when he offered that they go back to his place. Just a few days ago, she would have accepted hands down, but right at this moment she had this nagging feeling that seemed to radiate off her boyfriend. "Piper...you have been silent all night, everything alright?"

"Oh yeah," she said, giving him a quick smile. To get him off of her back, she reached into the small box full of fortune cookies, and pulled one out. "Here, have a fortune cookie," he nimbly grabbed it out of her hands. He opened up the cookie and looked at the fortune. He chuckled loudly, and Piper turned to him, "What is it?" she asked in a curious voice.

"You will soon be on top," he read out loud.

"It does not say that," she said, attempting to grab the fortune. When she finally grabbed a hold the fortune she rolled her brown eyes. "Soon you will be on top of the world Jeremy," she said, lightly slapping his arm. He just wiggled his eyebrows at her. Her eyes traveled her towards the front of the taxi, "I thought that we were going to your place,"

"Well...just wanted to show you a special spot I have..." he said to her.

"Jeremy..." Piper started, seeing as they were turning into a bad part of town. "This is a really bad part of town..." she mentioned to him. "I am not sure how comfortable I am with this," she said. He gave her a pout and she reluctantly nodded her head. She wished she could stop her internal dilemma, but she knew that she had to try and enjoy her date. They arrived in front of an apparently abandoned warehouse. "Are you sure this is where the place is?"

"It is a beautiful sight to see," he murmured softly to her. He grabbed her hand and led her towards the door. "Don't be so nervous babe," he said to her. She followed him into an elevator, and she rubbed her arms. She shook her head; this is where she drew the line.

"I don't care how great the view is," she said, heading back towards where she could call a taxi, "I want to go home; this place creeps me out," He grabbed her arm and gently led her inside. He pressed the top floor button and the doors closed.

"It is beautiful, you can tell you brother and your sister all about it," Piper looked towards him, and raised her eyebrows.

"Jeremy...I didn't tell you my brother was back from New York," she slowly inched away from him. His face went from a pleasant grin to an evil smirk.

"Whoops," he chuckled, pulling out a dangerous looking knife. Her eyes widened in fear, and she backed away quickly. "Scaring you am I?" he questioned, "good," he slashed the knife and Piper let out a squeal, jumping backwards.

"You...you killed all of those girls," she said to him. "Why would you do that to them?" she asked.

"No...not girls," he growled, his voice dropping a couple octaves. "Witches...to gain their powers...all I had to do is wait for your brother to come back home so I can have all three of your powers," one hand held the jeweled knife, and the other hand was holding a ball of fire. Piper ducked as he threw the fire globule. He grabbed her sweater rearing back the knife and she let out a scream throwing up her arms to attempt to protect herself, and the next thing she knew he was frozen in place. She managed to pry her sweater from his frozen fingers and looked around. He could move back into motion any minute, she realized. Piper saw that the elevator door was half open, and she started maneuver her way out until she felt a hand on her wrist, pulling her back inside. She managed to grab a 2x4 piece of wood, and when he tried to assume his stabbing position once more, she thwacked him hard across the cheek. He stumbled, and Piper hit him right on top of his head, instantly knocking him out. She ran out the now fully open elevator door, and sprinted down the long row of stairs. She realized that she wasn't too far from home as she exited the warehouse. Why did she not have a cellphone like Prue? Whatever, she can make it home.

Meanwhile back at the manor, Prue was making some tea. She still had a raging headache, but didn't want to worry her little brother. She forgot how close they were before Roger. Sure; her and her siblings had fights like everyone else, but after Roger accused Patrick of threatening to beat the living hell out of him, things got bad. She had chosen to believe her fiance over family, and she now realized that was wrong of her. The whistling of the water being boiled brought her out of her silent reverie. She grabbed a couple bags of Chamomile tea, and dunked it inside of the pot. She was about to go ask her brother if he wanted any, but she saw they had a message. She pressed the play button and she heard Roger's voice, "Prue, I have decided to give you your job back-," she clicked delete and shook her head.

Patrick didn't know what to tell his sister as he walked in the room; he had heard the message. "I was just coming up to offer you some tea," Prue said quickly. She wasn't ready to talk with Patrick about Roger yet; he deserved an apology for the hell she put him through before Grams had died. He nodded his head, and they headed towards the kitchen. She would think what to tell him overnight, but for now they shouldn't have to worry about it.

"I wonder where Piper is," Patrick thought as the eldest Halliwell grabbed two mugs for the tea. Prue shrugged her shoulders, and handed him one of the mugs. She poured some tea in it, but before any of them could attempt to talk about what happened earlier, the front door was slammed open and closed. Patrick turned around, and saw Piper sprinting in. "Piper..."

"We gotta lock the doors, the windows...everything," she panted, placing her hands on her knees. "Patrick..." she said, after he placed the warm cup in her hands so she could take a sip. She let out a deep breath, "In the book...was there a way to kill..."

"A Warlock?" he questioned, and the Middle Halliwell nodded. He grabbed his sisters hands and led them up the stairs. Lucky for them, he had prepared for this. Patrick had saw an entry about getting rid of a lost love; he had planned on doing that to Roger, but saw the repercussions and decided against it. He saw that it was meant for Warlocks, and lucky for them the Book of Shadows was opened to that page. Prue looked over the spell, and saw her brother digging through the chest.

"Piper...grab a bar of soap from the bathroom...we need to make a poppet to resemble the Warlock-," she started.

"Its Jeremy," Piper said with a shudder. She was too scared to be depressed at the moment, but Prue could only see fear in her sister's eyes at the moment. Soon the Halliwells had everything they needed for the spell; their very first spell. "We got all eight white candles..." Patrick started.

"I only count seven," Piper pointed out shakily.

"Here's the eight one," the youngest Charmed One replied, pulling out a white birthday candle.

"A birthday candle?" Prue asked skeptically, she had no idea if this would work or not without all the proper candles. Patrick went ahead and lit the candle putting it in the circle. Prue handed her sister the spell, and the instructions on it. Piper had made the poppet, and pulled a single red rose from the bouquet that Jeremy had bought her. "What's that for?" Prue questioned.

"Extra insurance," she said, pressing the thorn of the rose into the poppet. Piper took in a deep breath and began to chant, "Your love will wither and depart, from my life and my heart, let me be, Jeremy, and go away forever," she threw it in the potion ingredients and after a couple moments began to burn and then explodes. "The spell is done," Piper said with a relieved sigh. They stood up, and began to clean up the mess from the spell. Prue blew out the candles, and Piper began to grab them. Patrick grabbed the pot, and tensed up. His ears began to ring, and he closed his eyes as a vision began to overtake him. He saw Jeremy running towards the manor, and saw the spell take affect. Thorns started to painfully sprout from the Warlock's skin. He gasped as he was thrown out of the vision.

"Damn it!" Patrick shouted slamming the bowl on the table.

"Pat, what's wrong?" Piper asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"The spell didn't work...he's coming for us," he said in a panicked voice. Piper let go of his shoulder and ran down the stairs. "Piper where are you going?" he yelled, barreling down the stairs to catch up. He heard Prue coming down the stairs with her.

"Anywhere but here, the police station-,"

"Jeremy would be able to get to them...only we can stop him," Patrick tried to explain.

"We tried your way-," she headed for the front door, and when she opened it up there was Jeremy. He grinned evilly and backhanded her. She fell to the floor, and the next thing she saw was Patrick throwing his fist hard against Jeremy's cheek.

"You hit harder than your bitch sister," he said, spitting out some blood and throwing Patrick back. Prue felt her anger boiling back up and she focused every last bit of anger, rage, and frustration she had held in since she ended her engagement, and Jeremy was sent flying into the wall. It almost made the wall fall down, and Prue grabbed her siblings putting them behind her. Jeremy dusted himself off, and stood to his feet. "Ah...the strong one. You didn't even cry when your Mom died, or when Daddy walked out," Prue moved her head to the side and he went skidding to the other side of the room.

"Run upstairs...now!" Prue shouted to her reluctant siblings. "Go!" she sent a potted plant flying towards Jeremy before joining them on the stairs.

"What are we going to do?" Piper panted, rubbing her jaw lightly where she had been hit. "We can't just barricade ourselves in here forever," she said as she locked the attic door. Patrick pushed a desk against the door.

"You witches can't stop me," as the desk moved away from the soon splintering door. It exploded, "Its useless to fight," Prue reached out for her siblings hands and grabbed them tightly. She originally did it as a last attempt to comfort them from their impending death, but felt a spark of power go through the three of them.

"Remember the spirit board?" Patrick suddenly questioned. "The Power of Three will set us free," he chanted, trying to get his sisters to go along with the spell. Piper's voice joined in with Patrick's and his eyes traveled to Prue's. Her voice mingled in with theirs, and their chanting grew stronger. Fire tried to surround them, but a magic force was preventing the fire from licking them. The fire turned to a whirlwind, but they were able to breathe.

"You'll never be free! There will be stronger ones to come after you!!" he screamed before he exploded. The wind disappeared and Prue opened up her eyes, looking at her siblings. It was true; they were the Charmed Ones. "The Power of Three..." she murmured. Piper sagged against her siblings, and Patrick looked down at Piper. The immediate danger was gone, and that was all that mattered. Patrick gently grabbed a hold of his sister, and led her to her room, leaving Prue alone in the attic. She shook her head and walked down the stairs, and closed the door. Before she walked up the stairs again, she locked the front door. Patrick had appeared downstairs, and saw Prue cleaning up the mess she had made throwing Jeremy around.

They soundlessly cleaned up the mess throughout the manor, and Patrick shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Before he could say anything, Prue had wrapped her arms around her brother. He knew that now wasn't the time to talk, but he knew that things between him and his sisters were going to be better now that they were together again.

I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter :)