A/N: short and sweet. wanted to give you guys a little something while I try and figure out exactly where this is going.

"Prudence, what are you doing," Grams asked.

Prue turned to look at the older woman. "I'm trying to find out if I made the right choice," she answered. "The Angel told me that if I sacrificed myself it would give our family time to figure out how to save Morgana's soul and that my sisters would be happy. All I've seen is Phoebe's heart breaking and her loss of independence, Piper has lost her own right to make decisions for her life and Paige has seemingly given up her youthful freedom to play protector for the entire family. How is that happiness?"

"Oh, Prudence," Patty brushed her hand over her eldest daughter's hair while she stood behind her, allowing Prue to lean back into her mother's embrace. "I know the choice you made was unfair to ask of you. You never have been capable of relinquishing your protective feelings towards them, but your sisters are going through normal, mortal phases of their lives right now. Phoebe will find herself again, Piper will learn to stand up for herself again, and Paige will eventually stop bearing the weight of their destiny on her shoulders. They just need time, and it's time they have because of you."

"I just wish that I could warn them," Prue said wistfully, "that I could get a message to them."

"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," they heard the spell cast and Grams turned to her granddaughter.

"It looks like you're about to get your chance," and Penelope joined her daughter and granddaughter. "Let's send your sisters a message."

"Our son's name is Wyatt," Leo basically crooned. His chest filled with pride at that thought.

Phoebe sat on Aunt Pearl's settee, trying to control her sobbing as she held her head in her hands. Sniffling, she looked up at her sister and brother-in law, "And a son named Chris, apparently. Prescott called the man he was attacking Wyatt's brother."

"So I guess we're not worrying about the name change on the birth certificate or how it happened anymore," Paige asked.

"Destiny always gets its way," the middle sister answered. "Apparently my son was meant to be Prescott and not Coleman, and Piper's son is meant to wield Excalibur."

"Excalibur," Piper basically burst. "My son is the next King Arthur?"

"Not if Phoebe's son has his way," Paige said and yelped when Phoebe reached out and hit her. "I'm just saying, is all."

"There has to be a way to prevent this," Phoebe muttered, "otherwise I wouldn't have had the premonition, right?"

"Well, the good news is we have a couple of decades to make sure we get things right," Leo said. "I'm going to go to the Elders and see what we need to do to prepare for Wyatt's birth."

"What do we do now," Prue asked, still on edge. Normally she was the game maker; she called the plays and kept five steps ahead of the other team but this was different. She wasn't in the middle of it anymore and sitting on the sidelines was messing with the way she perceived things.

"You've already done what you can for now," Patty assured her eldest daughter. "Now we watch and hope we can intervene in any small way."