A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews! I've taken them into account and given them my own twist. I'm trying to get back on track with this chapter, and lead it back to why Prue made the sacrifice she made.

"What are you doing," Paige asked, watching Phoebe running from one spot to the next like a chicken without a head.

"I'm looking for Cole's birth certificate," she said as she rummaged. "Bay Mirror has been really good about giving me my maternity leave and allowing me to work from home as long as I get my column in on time, but Elise is becoming more eager to publicize 'Ask Phoebe' in order to get the newspaper's circulation up."

"What does that have to do with my nephew's birth certificate," Paige wandered over to the pack and play, and picked him up, bouncing him from side to side. At nearly five months old he was already starting to eat solid foods and sitting up. Paige couldn't wait to see him with his cousin, who was due in little more than two months.

"Elise has not only managed to get my column nationally syndicated but wants to strike while the iron is hot and get international syndication as well. She wants me to go on a two month tour of Europe to do readings and small advice sessions. I can't leave Cole here for two months."

"You know, you have a sister and a brother-in law who have this nifty ability to go anywhere they want in nearly the blink of an eye. And what's even better is that they can take passengers with them," Paige said mockingly. "We could always just orb you to your readings and then bring you home, that way little Cole won't have to be uprooted."

Phoebe looked away for a moment before turning back to a stack of papers in search of the document. "I kind of want to go. It might be good for me and Cole," she said, "and it's not like the tour is happening right now. Elise understands that I don't want to leave my four month old here or miss Piper's delivery. Besides, since you guys have a family cosmic taxi," Phoebe referred to Paige's orbing ability, "it's not like you couldn't pop up for a visit every now and then."

"You're kidding me, right? How are you going to survive a two month tour alone with a baby without any help, especially since said baby is growing into his powers and could potentially expose us if not properly nurtured and cared for?"

"You know what, Paige? You're right." Paige smirked and put her nephew back down for a nap, glad to have gotten her way. "I'm going to need a nanny," Phoebe said and picked her son up before leaving in search of Piper and Leo.

"That's not what I meant," she called after her sister before jogging to catch up to her.

"What do you mean you 'think she should go'?"

"I think Phoebe should do it," Piper said. "I mean, after this little guy's birth," she rubbed her belly and laughed. "I can't believe how powerful our boys already are," she told Phoebe and smiled at her Godson. "You are going to be some very strong men when you grow up."

"Leo, can you please talk some sense into Phoebe and Piper," Paige asked.

"Leave my husband out of this. This is a sister issue not a charmed issue. I think going will be good for Phoebe. She's been stuck in this house for more than a year, adjusting to her new career and being a mother. Going, garnering some of her independence –which I think you feel that you've lost," she looked at the middle sister before turning to the youngest, "—might do her some good.

"Oh, and Cole's birth certificate is in the hutch where we keep all of our legal documents," Piper told Phoebe. "We put it there for safe keeping."

"Thanks, I'll go get it," Phoebe said, glad to know that someone knew how she felt. Lately she had felt like she was drowning in the Manor and going on this tour just might revive her.

"Ah!" Leo and Paige ran to find Phoebe while Piper did her best to waddle at full speed.

"Where's the demon," Piper asked and entered the kitchen to find it demonless, Phoebe and Paige stood looking at a paper in Phoebe's hand with their mouths wide open. "Don't you know better than to scream in this house if there's no demon?"

Phoebe held out her hand to her sister and Piper grabbed it to see what the fuss was about. "What the hell is this?"

"It's Cole's birth certificate," Paige said when Phoebe remained silent.

"But it says—"

"—Prescott Alan Halliwell," Phoebe whispered before she ran for the stairs. "I'm going to kill Grams," she yelled as everyone tried to keep up with her.

"What do you mean, you didn't do it," Phoebe cried. "I sure as hell didn't do this. I mean, I know you feel like you have the right to tell us how to live our lives but this is my son! Who else could have done this if not you," she screamed at her Grandmother.

"Phoebe Lynne Halliwell," Grams sternly spoke, "I have not done anything to legally christen this child Prescott Alan Halliwell although I much prefer it to Coleman," she huffed.

"But who else could have done this Grams," Piper stepped forward. "It's all very 'Bewitched'," she referred to the black and white sitcom. "You have to admit that if anyone was going to 'Endora' this, it would be you."

"Never the less, it was not. I don't know why you're so upset anyway. It's much obviously a better name; paying tribute to your own traditions than to his demonic heritage."

"Grams," Paige blustered, "you're not helping your case here. How do we find out what happened?"

"We're witches, dear. Just cast a spell. Anything will do; maybe a simple vision spell or temporary power aid to increase Phoebe's ability so she can get a premonition off of the document."

"It would only be temporary and the spell would reverse almost immediately," Leo offered.

"Just don't use the multiplication spell," Piper said. "I don't want to have to deal with three Phoebe's."

Paige stared blankly back and forth between her sisters. "We'll tell you later," Piper offered. She couldn't believe how many years ago it had been since Prue had used that spell.

After scribbling down words on a notepad, Phoebe cast her spell.

I call upon the Goddess Mother

to grant me peace upon this hour.

My son's fate I seek to know,

a desire answered with elevated power.

"That's what you came up with," Paige said and handed her sister the birth certificate.

"It's all I had," Phoebe said and grabbed the paper, immediately drawn into a vision.

"How could you do this," a teenaged boy with short brown hair and jade green eyes asked. "You're his cousin, his best friend. Wyatt is the true wielder of Excalibur!"

"Oh, Christopher; my dear beloved cousin. You failed to take into account that I am the strongest of our generation and as the product of a Charmed one and the Source of all Evil, I alone have the true power to control Excalibur and reign over the new Camelot. You can either join me, or I can put you in your place. Where will you stand? By my side, or by your brother's?"

"I will stop you, Prescott. I will find a way to save you," Chris said, managing to rise to his feet, standing above his brother's lifeless body.

"I'm hurt that you think I need saving. There is no good or evil, Christopher. Only power. Unfortunately, I can't risk you making a mess of this for me, so—" Prescott threw out a hand and flung fire at his cousin, failing to notice a shield erecting around him, spreading the flames around in a dome shape.

Chris fell to the ground, where Wyatt reached out to him. He had thought his brother dead but his heart must have kept beating, if only weakly. "Go," Wyatt ordered him. "Find the others; protect them."

Tears fell down his cheeks. "I will. Wyatt, I will find a way to save you."

"Go," the King ordered before all breath escaped his body and Chris reached over, closing his eyes and orbed as the shield fell.

"Phoebe," Paige yelled as her sister struggled to come out from her vision. "What did you see?"

"I saw Prescott's future," Phoebe said and began to sob. "I'm so sorry," she cried and collapsed into her sister's arms.