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The following morning the Halliwell twins were sitting together in the garage. Perry was busy fitting locking mechanisms to the musket replicas she was working on, while Phoebe watched her sister and patted her dog Vic.
"Where were you last night, anyway?" Phoebe cheerfully asked the big white akbash dog.
"In my room," Perry answered. Although she never lost focus on her work, she welcomed having someone to chat with. Working alone in the garage all day could get lonely, and her sisters were definitely her favorite company. "I think the rain made her sleepy."
"Well, then I guess I'll forgive you for not coming to greet me," her sister told Vic. "Are you arming a unit of musketeers?" she jokingly asked Perry.
"Close, a theatre production of Les Mis. They want two dozens of these. Thanks for the coffee, by the way," Perry said, stopping for a moment to drink.
"You're welcome," Phoebe answered, drinking from her own cup.
Just then Piper stopped by the garage on her way to the audition. "You're up early," she told Phoebe, surprised to see her there.
"Apparently she never went to sleep," Perry said, stopping her work to properly talk with her sisters.
"Don't tell me you put on a black conical hat and spent the night flying around the neighborhood on a broomstick?" Piper jokingly asked Phoebe, making both twins laugh.
"The only broom I've ever had was kept in a closet beside a mop," Phoebe assured them.
"So what were you doing?"
"Reading," Phoebe said, sounding thoughtful, "Look, I'm glad you two are here. We need to talk. Is Prue around?"
"She already went to work early," Perry told her.
"Were you reading… aloud?" Piper asked Phoebe.
"No, but… According to the Book of Shadows, one of our ancestors was… a witch, named Melinda Warren."
"And we have a cousin who's a drunk, an aunt who's manic, and a father who's invisible," Piper answered sarcastically. She got up, needing to head to her interview, and the twins walked her to the car.
"I'm serious," Phoebe insisted, "She practiced powers –three powers. She could move objects with her mind, see the future and stop time. Before Melinda was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sisters. Now, these sisters would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known. They're good witches and, I think we're those sisters – you, Perry and I."
"But not Prue?" Perry asked doubtingly.
"Can you honestly see Prue practicing magic?"
"I can't see anyone practicing magic, Phoebe, because it doesn't exist. Just because we had an ancestor who thought she's a witch, doesn't make this 'sisters three' thing true."
"Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable," Piper told them, "But we're not witches and we do not have special powers. Besides, Grams wasn't a witch, and as far as we know, neither was mom." Kissing them both on the cheek, she added, "So take that, Nancy Drew," and got in her car.
"Good luck with the audition, Piper," Perry told her, and pulled Phoebe away before she could continue bothering their sister with this witch thing.
"We're the protectors of the innocent," Phoebe called out to her older sister over Perry's shoulder, "We're known as the Charmed Ones."
Prue walked hurriedly as she entered the hospital, worried about Phoebe. Perry told her that their sister should be fine, that luckily the bicycle accident didn't seriously injure her, but the oldest Halliwell still couldn't help worrying.
Seeing her older sister, Perry rushed over and hugged her. "Phoebe's still in x-ray," she told Prue reassuringly, "They just want to be extra-sure she didn't break anything. But in other news, look who's over at the nurses' station!"
"Andy?" Prue said in surprise, ignoring her sister's happy grin.
Andy turned to look at them, and smiled when he saw who said his name, "Prue? I don't believe it. How are you? "
"I'm good. How are you?" Prue smiled back at him as they talked.
"I'm… fine. I just can't believe I'm running into you."
"Yeah, I'm picking up the twins. Phoebe had some sort of an accident."
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, she'll be fine," Perry told him, "It's good to see you, Andy, but I… think I'll go that way and let you two catch up."
Prue smiled in embarrassment and shook her head, as Andy told her sister, "Good to see you too, Perry."
"So, um… What are you doing here?" Prue asked, mainly to change the subject from her sister's playing cupid.
"Um… Murder investigation," he said heavily, followed by an awkward pause that was broken when a nurse came and told Andy, "Doctor Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right now, but you're free to wait outside his office."
Andy nodded and thanked the nurse. "Well," he told Prue, smiling awkwardly, "It's good seeing you, Prue."
"Yeah," Prue said as they shook hands, much to her younger sister's dismay, "You too, Andy. Take care."
They were almost about to part ways, when Andy stopped and said, "You know… Phoebe's busy, Doctor Gordon's busy… Can I buy you a bad cup of coffee while we wait?"
Prue smiled and said, "Sure." Somehow she suspected Perry won't mind at all.
"So now you think the three of you are… What was it? The Chosen Ones? The Charmed Ones?" sitting at a restaurant's bar with the twins, Prue tried to sound dismissive, but the truth was that she was getting concerned. Not because she thought Phoebe might be right, of course, but because it worried her that she wouldn't let go of this 'witches' nonsense, "Phoebe, that's insane."
"Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to you today?" Phoebe asked her twin, "You didn't freeze time or move anything?"
Perry shrugged and shook her head.
"All right, look, Phoebe, I know that you think you can see the future," Prue said, "which is pretty ironic-"
"Since you don't think I have one?" Phoebe angrily asked, "That my vision of life is cloudy compared to your perfect hell? Even if you don't want to believe me, just once can't you trust me?"
"If you say you saw the future, I believe you, Phoebe," Perry said quietly, hugging her twin, and added when she saw the way their older sister looked at her, "I do, Prue. You didn't see all those strange things moving last night. But…" she continued, although she didn't want to let Phoebe down, "One freaky day doesn't mean we're witches, or that all this 'protectors of the innocent' stuff is real."
"Phoebe," Prue told their sister in a calm but serious tone, "Perry already told you she does not have special powers. Now, where's the cream?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, however, the cream moved across the bar to where Prue was sitting. The three sisters looked at it in surprise, and Phoebe said victoriously, "Really? That looks pretty special to me."
"That wasn't me," Perry told her, looking at Prue. As their older sister stared at it, squinting her eyes, the cream added itself to her coffee, "It's Prue."
"Oh my God, so, um…" Prue started to say, still wrapping her head around what just happened, "I can move things with my mind?"
"With how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now," Phoebe told her.
Prue rubbed her temple nervously, muttering, "I don't believe it."
"So, this must mean that you can freeze time," Phoebe told her twin.
"Or it could be Piper," Perry reminded her. But she and Phoebe were twins – it did seem pretty unlikely that only one of them will have powers.
Prue emptied a shot of tequila, and the twins looked at her with concern. "Are you okay?" Perry asked.
"No, I'm not okay," Prue answered, upset, "Phoebe's turned me into a witch."
"You were born one," Phoebe corrected her in a soft voice, shaking her head, "All three of us were. And I think we better start learning to deal with that."
Prue and Perry just stared at her, speechlessly shocked from everything. It was clear that their older sister was far from happy about it, but all Perry could think about was Piper. Despite what Phoebe seemed to believe, Piper could be the third witch. And if that was the case, Perry just hoped her sister was handling it better than she would.