Post by Ruth Marie on Feb 4, 2019 17:08:12 GMT -5
RUTH: As promised here is my story. 
It is much different than the others that Es and Granny did. Because it isnt' Phoebe who burns.
Also I couldn't find my original one. I remembered that I had been using a different laptop than the one I use now, when I did this piece. So I found one I had in my PM's.
A Famous Columnist, A Ghost, and a Convicted Witch
Written by: Ruth Marie
Phoebe walked into the Manor, glad her classes were over for the day. “I’m home!” she called out.
“In here!” Prue responded from the sun room. Just as Phoebe stepped into the room, they suddenly heard a loud crash coming from outside the Manor. The sisters hurried over to the window to see a little girl down on the ground while a man screamed at her. Not too far away a woman watched without doing anything. Phoebe sighed. “Looks like the neighbors are fighting again.”
“Oh, poor Julie!” Prue moaned before she grew angry. “Her mother really needs to do something. Julie’s father is a jerk. I wish we could do something about it.”
“Well, let’s use our magic,” Piper suggested, getting excited by the idea. “We can cast a spell on that horrible man. Make him suffer the way he’s made Julie and her mother suffer.”
“Piper, we can’t use our magic just to teach someone a lesson.”
“Why not, Phoebe? You and Prue keep harping that that’s our job, right? Helping innocents.”
Piper grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled a spell. She handed it to Phoebe, who rolled her eyes, made a few changes and then handed it to Prue. Prue wasn’t happy with the idea, but decided to go along with her sisters. The sisters cast the spell, and smiled as they watched Julie’s father fell to the ground, his hands on fire.
Piper smiled. “That should teach him. Hopefully he’ll learn. If not, well, then it was a start. Okay, I’ve got coffee brewing,” and the sisters headed towards the kitchen. While Phoebe waited for Piper to pour, she noticed a menu for P3 lying on the floor. She reached down, but no sooner did she pick it up than her mind was attacked by a premonition. She forced herself out of it, screaming in horror.
“Phoebe, are you okay?” Prue asked.
“No. No, I’m not. How can I be? When I picked up this menu, I saw you being executed, Piper. Burned alive! And Prue and I were watching, not doing a thing to stop it!”
“No way!” Prue insisted. “Absolutely no way!”
“Why would my menu trigger a premonition like that?” and Piper started to panic. “You don’t think it means P3 won’t last, do you?”
Prue rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Piper. They’d never burn you just because your business failed.”
“Yeah, you’re right. But whatever did I do?”
Just then someone rang the doorbell. Piper jumped up, trying to put what Phoebe had seen out of her mind. “That’s Leo. I’ll get it.”
When Piper opened the door, she managed a small smile. “Hi.”
“Is everything okay, Piper? Did something happen? You sound scared. Do you want to cancel our date tonight? I mean we just got back together, so if this isn’t the right time...” But even as he talked, he heard Their jingle. “Oops, gotta go. I really hope we can finish this talk.”
“Now?” Piper sighed unhappily. “Of course, they always know how to ruin a girl’s fun, don’t they?” She gave him a quick kiss, but he orbed out in the middle of it. “Oooo, I hate it when he does that.”
She turned to return to the kitchen and her sisters, but they were coming hrough the doorway. “Where’s Leo?” Phoebe asked.
Piper rolled her eyes. “Oh, you know him. He had to kiss and run.”
“Well, Phoebe and I think we should check the Book of Shadows and see if we can do anything to prevent you from landing on that pyre.”
“Sounds very good to me,” and she and Phoebe followed Prue up the stairs.
“The Book is open?” Prue asked as she entered the room. She hurried over to it and glanced at the page. “It’s a spell to take us to the future.”
Phoebe stared at her in surprise, while Piper started biting her nails nervously. “I’m not sure I want to go somewhere where they want to burn me alive.”
“We get to choose a date,” Phoebe told her. “And the guy in my premonition said that this would be the day everyone would remember – February 26, 2009.”
Prue nodded. “So we set it for February 26, 2008. That should give us more than enough time to find out what you did, Piper, and make sure it doesn’t ever happen,” and Piper reluctantly agreed and they quickly cast the simple spell.
Piper opened her eyes to find herself lying on a hard cot with no blankets and no pillows. Looking down she was surprised to see she was wearing an orange jumpsuit. “Great. Orange just isn’t my color.”
Sitting up and looking around, she saw that she was in a small enclosed room filled with nothing but the cot, a smelly toilet and a dirty sink, all which offended her sensibilities. One of the walls was all glass and outside it stood a guard. Piper gasped as she realized she must be in prison in the future. No! The spell was supposed to take them before all of this happened, so they could stop it. What was she doing in here?
Jumping up, she hurried over to the glass wall, yelling out, "Hello! Can someone hear me?"
The guard turned around. "Save it, witch. If I were you, I’d reserve all my energy for later today.” And he walked off, Piper staring, having no idea what he was talking about. That’s when she heard a news program somewhere in the distance, either on TV or the radio. She heard a reporter announce, “This afternoon, Piper Halliwell will be executed for her crimes.”
Piper screamed in horror and fear.
Meanwhile Prue opened her eyes to finds herself standing in the opened doorway of the Manor. Seeing the paper on the front porch, she picked it up and saw the date. "February 26, two thousand eight! No! We were supposed to arrive a year earlier!”
Just then she heard footsteps and turning around she saw a little blond boy come running towards the stairs. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
But he just kept running while she just stared. What was a little boy doing in the Manor? If there was a child here, it should be a girl, right? After all, there were no males in the Halliwell line, right? Isn’t that what Grams always said?
Just then a very flashy sports car drove up the driveway. To Prue’s shock, Phoebe stepped out of it. "You won't believe what has happened to me in this future!” she shouted, very excited. “Look at this!” and she showed her sister an issue of The Bay Monthly magazine.
“Why, Phoebe!” Prue exclaimed as they walked into the house. “That’s you on the cover! You’re famous!”
"I know! I’m the most popular advice columnist in San Francisco! How crazy is that?”
“Not as crazy as what I saw. I saw a little boy running up the stairs.”
"Little boy?” Phoebe asked. “You have a son?"
"Apparently not. You’d think if he was he would’ve answered me but he acted as if I wasn’t even here.”
Just then a knock on the front door interrupted them. “You answer it; I'm going to go check up on our little man," and Prue hurried off to find him.
So Phoebe answered the door to find a young woman. She hugged Phoebe, asking, "So how are you holding up?”
Phoebe had no idea how to respond, so all she could say was, “I’m doing okay, I guess.”
“I know it’s hard, but Piper told me everything I have to do. Where is he?”
“Running around here somewhere. Prue went looking for him."
“Prue? Honey, Prue's been dead for eight years!"
Phoebe stared at her, stunned, but decided to play along. "Of course. I was just wishing Prue was here so she could help me keep an eye on him.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do, but don’t worry about it. I’ll take him to daycare, and back to my place afterwards. Piper told me everything that I need to do to watch him for you.”
Just then the little boy came running directly into Phoebe's arms. "Bye, Aunt Phoebe. I promise not to cause any trouble today.”
The young woman took his hand and led him out of the Manor. Phoebe turned to see Prue standing on the stairs, watching her face pale. “Dead? I’m dead? But how can I be dead? I’m standing right here talking to you. No way can I be dead.”
“Well, at least we know why Piper’s son didn’t respond to you. And speaking of Piper, where is she?”
“Probably in prison.”
“No, she can’t be. We have a year before that happens.”
“I’m afraid not. Sounds like you mean you don’t know what date this is? Phoebe, it’s February 26, 2009.”
“The day I saw Piper burn?” and when Prue nodded, Phoebe started to panic. “No, we were supposed to…”
“I know. But we didn’t. So let’s go up to the attic and see if we can figure out what’s going on.”
As they went up, Prue continued to obsess. “I can touch the railing. I was able to pick up the paper. How the hell can I be dead?”
"Well, it looks like the spell put us into our future bodies, but since you didn’t have a future body here to go into…”
"So what? I’m a corporeal ghost, someone who is here but not really here and who only you can see?”
"Look, Prue,” and Prue turned to look back at her sister as they walked into the attic. “I don't know what you are but I do know that magic brought us here for a reason. We want to know what Piper did and why so we can prevent it. Maybe we’ll also find out how and why whatever happened to you happened and be able to prevent that…Wait a minute! Where’s the Book?"
Prue turned to look, and sure enough, there was the pedestal in its usual spot, but no Book rested on top of it. “But we never take the Book out of the attic!” Prue exclaimed.
Phoebe shrugged. “I guess we do in the future. But we gotta find it. If nothing else we have to find the spell to go back to our own time.”
They looked around and couldn’t find hide or hair of the Book of Shadows. Then suddenly Phoebe remembered something. She ran over to an old trunk even dustier than she remembered it. She turned to look at Prue. “It’s where I found the Book the first time. Maybe…just maybe…”
She opened the trunk and looked inside to find it empty except for a key chain with a Bay Mirror logo and a single key. She grabbed it and turned around, jingling the key. “"Looks like the Book must be in my Bay Mirror office.”
Prue nodded. “So that’s where we better go next."
Soon Phoebe and Prue were walking into The Bay Mirror bullpen, and immediately a grey-haired woman hurried over, pulling Phoebe into an office. Prue stared at the plaque on the door: “Phoebe Halliwell; Advice Columnist” and just barely managed to sneak in before the woman slammed the door. Prue following. No one had given Prue a second glance and it was really starting to bug her.
"Phoebe!” the woman screamed. “What are you doing back here? I told you to take the day off!"
Phoebe shrugged. “I just wanted to grab a few things from my office."
"Okay, but you better be quick. With how things are turning out with your sister, the other media will come after you and The Bay Mirror does not need that sort of publicity.”
Phoebe had to find out. "Elise, do you know if my husband called?"
Elise broke into laugher. "Like you have the time. You barely have time for a simple date, let alone a husband."
Phoebe joined the laughter. “Yeah, I guess with Prue gone and now this thing with Piper…” And Elise nodded, smiling sympathetically. "Okay. Well, I won't be long here."
“Good,” and Elise left.
“Who’s she?” Prue asked.
“Elise Rothman. She’s the editor and my boss.”
Prue rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "She seems like fun. Then again at Buckland’s I had just as much fun with Claire.”
"Oh, I remember her.” Phoebe laughed and then became serious as she took the key chain out of her pocket. “My bottom drawer is locked. Here’s hoping.” She tried the key and sure enough, the drawer opened and there was The Book of Shadows.
Even as Phoebe picked it up, suddenly Leo orbed in, surprising Prue and Phoebe and also surprising himself. “Phoebe!"
"Oh, Leo, so glad you’re here!"
Phoebe started to hug him, but he pulled away. “Just grab the Book and let’s go. We’ll go get Wyatt and then do our best to make the rest of his life better."
"Wyatt? Who’s Wyatt?"
Leo rolled his eyes. "My son, of course.”
"Your son, as in yours and Piper’s?"
“Of course mine and Piper’s!” Now Leo was growing angry. "What is the matter with you?"
Phoebe was so excited that she didn’t even notice Leo’s anger. "Wow. Piper has a son! Prue, we’re aunties!”
“Prue?? What do you mean Prue? Wait a minute. I thought I sensed someone familiar.” He waved his hands, saying, “Reveal.” His eyes opened wide in shock. “Prue?”
Prue stared back, just as shocked. “You can see me?"
Leo didn’t answer; instead he spun on Phoebe. "Phoebe, why did you bring the ghost of Prue here? Oh, wait, I get it. You needed your big sister today."
“Wait, Leo.” Now Prue was in even more shock. “You know what Piper did to make this happen and you’re not going to try to do anything to stop her from dying?”
“Of course not. She has to pay for what she did.”
“Leo!” Phoebe squeaked, unable to believe him, so he grabbed her hand. A premonition filled her mind and she came out of it, screaming.
“Now, do you believe me?
“No, no! Absolutely no way Piper would do something like that! And even if she did, it doesn’t matter. She’s my sister and I won’t let her die. How can you do this to her?”
“Because she’s not the Piper I married and Wyatt deserves a life that doesn’t include her in it. Now, come on. Let’s go.”
"Leo, have you even visited Piper yet?" Prue asked, trying to kill the tension.
"No. I didn’t want to even look at her, but, yeah, I guess maybe I should, just so I can tell Wyatt someday that I told his mother goodbye before she died." He took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll meet you two back at the Manor," and he orbed out.
Leo orbed into Piper’s prison cell to find her sitting on her cot, bored out of her mind.
"Leo? Oh, Leo!” She jumped up and started to hug him, but he backed away from her. “What are you doing here?"
"I’ve come to say goodbye."
She was shocked to hear no love, no regret in his voice. "Goodbye? Leo, you can’t! You’ve gotta get me out of here. What the hell are you talking about?"
"No, Piper. This is what must happen. But if it helps, I guess I could bring Phoebe here so she can say good-bye, too. And she’s brought back Prue, so you could say good-bye to her, too."
"Brought back Prue? What do you mean? Leo, just spill it."
"Okay. Phoebe brought back Prue's ghost. I guess she needed some comfort."
"Prue's a ghost?” she started freaking out. “Are you telling me my big sister is dead?"
"Piper, what is the matter with you? Of course Prue is dead! What is wrong with you two? You’re acting just like Phoebe did."
“Leo, look. The Piper you see here, and the Prue and Phoebe you saw earlier, we’re not the same ones you’ve seen before. We’re from the past.”
Now his coldness turned to anger. “Piper, if this is some new way of getting you out of going through this…”
She grabbed him and kissed him as passionately as she could. “Now just tell me what that kiss told you.”
Leo rubbed his lips. “You haven’t kissed me like that since…”
“Since this morning. Right after we just got back together.”
"I remember. But that was ten years ago. That’s when They sent me to the attic to open the Book to the travel spell. They told me that you had an important lesson that you had to learn."
That just got her mad. “Lesson to be learned?” she screamed. “How the hell can I learn a lesson if I’m going to be executed this afternoon but I have absolutely no idea why?"
“Why doesn’t matter. It’s the best way to protect Wyatt."
“Wyatt? Now who the hell is Wyatt?”
“Wyatt’s our son.”
“Ours?? As in yours and mine?” and he nodded. “So we really got married, had a son?” Again he nodded. “But wait a minute. I thought Halliwell women couldn’t have boys.”
For the first time since the sisters saw him here in the future, Leo smiled. “We thought so, too, but we found out otherwise. We think it’s because I’m a whitelighter. He has all of my powers but none of yours or your sisters, and he can’t cast spells or make potions. But the witch-hunters will still think he’s a witch because he’s yours.”
This bombshell was too much and Piper sat down on the cot in shocked wonder. "I'm going to be a mother. I have a son. A son with powers.”
He also sat down, but on the opposite side of the cot, keeping most of it between them. "You don't know what you did, do you?"
"How the hell could I know if I haven’t been here for the last ten years? I don't know anything! So what did I ever do? Tell me, Leo. I have to know before I die.”
"Let me show you."
“But you can’t, Leo. I don’t get premonitions. That’s Phoebe’s power.”
“My powers have grown over the years.” He touched her face and suddenly images of her future flashed before her eyes. First she saw herself holding Prue – a Prue who was dead. Then she saw a young boy who had to be Wyatt, her son, cutting up a cat into little pieces even as a slightly older Piper laughed and cheered. Just then a young whitelighter orbed in. Seeing what Wyatt was doing, she yelled at Piper even as she held out her hand and summoned the knife Wyatt had been using. Future Piper screamed and then Piper flicked her hands and the whitelighter screamed in terror before she exploded into a thousand pieces while she and Wyatt both laughed.
Piper came out of the vision, screaming in pain. "Omigod, Leo, what have I done? What have I turned into?”
“So now I hope you understand why it has to be this way."
Tears rolled down Piper’s cheeks, but she reached up to wipe them away. “I want to know more, Leo. Tell me whatever happened to change me so I’d end up doing something like that. Please.”
“After Prue’s death, you changed. You became hard and cold, selfish, self-centered, nothing like the Piper I fell in love with. And you blamed me for Prue’s death and wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to warn you. Then we found out you were pregnant. I hoped that would change you, but it didn’t. After Wyatt was born, you no longer cared about protecting innocents at all, only protecting him. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and when I was offered a promotion, I took it.”
“Wait!” Piper interrupted. “What promotion?”
“I’m one of Them now, an elder whitelighter.”
"One of Them? One of Them? Well, that certainly explains how you can show me visions. I’m sorry for interrupting. Please continue.”
“The other Elders were hoping that maybe someone else would help you change your ways, so They let you and Phoebe discover that you have a half-sister.”
“Half-sister? You mean Mom and Sam…”
“Exactly. But when she tried to show you how horribly you were raising Wyatt —he was becoming as cold and hard as you, and constantly using his magic for personal gain, you refused to listen to her. She tried to stop you. And…”
Piper stared at him in shock. “That whitelighter I killed. She was able to summon the knife Wyatt was holding into her own hand – like she had both Prue’s telekinesis and your orbing. And my powers…when I flicked my hands, rather than freezing something, the something exploded.”
“As you grew more evil, your power to slow down molecules to the point where time appeared to have frozen turned into the power to speed them up so they exploded.”
“So I killed my own half-sister?”
“Yes, Piper, you did. And when Darryl tried to arrest you, you exploded him, too, and others saw you use your magic to do it. That’s when the Witch Hunts started. They don’t know that Wyatt has powers and hopefully once you’re gone they’ll forget that he was yours. That’s why you must die. To protect him.”
Even as Piper put her head in her hands and started to cry, Leo orbed out, and she knew he wouldn’t return, especially because she could hear footsteps and somehow knew that it was the guards, coming to take her to the execution chamber.
Meanwhile, Phoebe and Prue sat in the Manor’s sun room, just like they had earlier that day ten years earlier, but now they were frantically flipping through the Book of Shadows. “I don’t understand Prue. No return spell in the Book of Shadows. Nothing!”
“I see that. It means we’re stuck here in our future bodies. And Piper! Omigod, Piper!”
Phoebe flipped the page and found a map stuck in the Book. When she opened it up, she saw that it was a map of the penitentiary, including an X on both Piper’s cell and the execution chamber. To top it off, a couple of other pages had the corner turned down. When she flipped to them, she found that one of the pages showed how to create a door while the other told how to make a potion that would duplicate Piper’s original power, able to freeze an entire room. “This looks like our future selves’ plans to free Piper!” she exclaimed. “Come on; let's go!”
“But, Phoebe! We can’t! The execution’s set for less than an hour from now. We don’t have time to make the potion! And if anyone sees us, they’ll know we used our powers!”
Phoebe reached into her pocket to pull out a vial. “I’ve been wondering what this is ever since I found it in my pocket.”
Prue grinned. “No need to wonder now. That spell’s pretty short. Can you memorize it?”
“Already done.”
“Well, then grab the map and let’s go!”
Soon Prue and Phoebe were standing next to the wall surround the penitentiary. Phoebe gave Prue a look. “Don’t people normally break out of a prison?”
Prue just smiled. “You know as well as I do that there is nothing normal in our family.”
Phoebe grinned back. “That’s true enough.”
Prue looked around. “No one here. Okay, the spell says we’re supposed to draw a door. But where?”
“How ‘bout here?” and taking out the marker she’d put in her pocket with the potion vial, she drew a rectangle on the wall.
“Kinda small for us don’t you think?”
Phoebe just shrugged before she cast the spell. “When you find your path is blocked, all you have to do is knock.”
She knocked and the rectangle turned into a door that opened. Both sisters ducked as they hurried inside and the door vanished.
They hurried down a hall to be stopped by a guard. Prue waved her hand and threw the guard into the wall, knocking her out. “Good to see that even though I’m a ghost, my powers still work.”
“Well, we know that Grams’ do, so yours sure better!”
They hurried to Piper’s cell but were shocked to find it empty. “They’ve already taken her!” Prue exclaimed. “Come on! We have to hurry!”
Fortunately they didn’t run into any more guards – they must’ve all been in the execution chamber. When they reached the door to the execution chamber, they peeked in to see Piper already tied to the pyre. Phoebe threw the vial into the center of the room. It broke and a dark purple smoke filled the room. When it dissipated, the whole place was frozen, except for Piper.
The two sisters hurried inside and freed their sister. “Come on! Let’s go.”
But Piper shook her head. “No, Prue, you can’t do that. I’m serious. No!”
“What are you talking about?” Prue exclaimed. “We have to get you out of here. You have a son to raise.”
“No, Prue. Leo and Phoebe are going to raise Wyatt. They’d do a better job than I did. I deserve to be here for my crimes. Prue, I killed Darryl and I also killed our own half-sister!”
Prue and Phoebe were shocked to find out that they had a half-sister, but this was more important. “No, you didn’t! Your future self did this; not you!” Phoebe exclaimed.
“We’ll somehow find a way to go back to our time,” Prue told her. “And make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“But what if we don’t, Prue? Just in case, we have to let this happen. Phoebe, you and Leo can use what happened to me to show my son what will happen if he keeps using his magic the wrong way, the way his mother used hers.“
Prue and Phoebe started to cry as the three sisters hugged and Piper returned to the pole, flicking her hands to unfreeze everything. The executioner turned the switch and Piper began to burn while Prue and Phoebe hugged each other as they cried their hearts out. Even as Piper screamed from the agony of the fire, the whole scene blurred in front of Prue and Phoebe’s eyes.
When things became clear again, they were shocked to find themselves back in the Manor’s sun room, but more shocked to only find each other. “Piper!” they screamed.
“Omigod, Prue…you don’t think.”
At that moment, Piper walked into the room and her sisters quickly hugged her. “Piper! Oh, Piper! We thought we lost you!”
“You did lose me. I was burning. I can still feel the flames on my skin.”
Just then there was a loud crash outside the Manor. Prue and Phoebe hurried over to the window to see the same scene they had seen earlier. Phoebe shook her head. “They just don’t learn, do they?”
“Maybe we’re the ones who don’t learn.”
Prue and Phoebe spun to see Piper looking at them. “What do you mean?” Prue asked.
“You know why we got sent back to this moment, don’t you?”
Prue rolled her eyes. “Of course. To stop that guy from hurting his wife and Julie.“
Piper shook her head. “No, Prue. This is the first time we contemplated using our powers to harm someone. We keep doing that, after you die, I might get angry when I don’t get my own way and end up killing our own half-sister.“
“So how do we help them?” Phoebe wondered.
“We don’t,” Prue told her. “We call Darryl and have the law handle it.”
Later, they watched as Darryl took their neighbor out in handcuffs. Julie was safely in her mother’s arms while a young woman was talking to them.
“Omigod!” cried Piper. “Do you know who that woman is?”
“No, who?” Prue asked.
“I know!” cried Phoebe. “I saw her in the premonition Leo gave me. She’s the woman you killed in the future!”
“Well, I’m sure not going to kill her now!”
“So she’s our half-sister?” Prue asked.
“Yes!” cried Phoebe. “Come on!”
“Are you sure we should?” Prue asked. “Might we be changing our future too much by meeting her this soon?”
“Are you kidding?” Piper demanded. “We don’t want to let that future happen so changing it now is a good thing. Come on. From what Leo told me about her, I have a hunch getting to know her sooner is exactly what we’ll need for us to stay on the right path."
But even as they walked towards the door, Leo orbed in. “Hey, Piper. Look, about...”
Piper quickly cut him off. “You don’t need to explain, Leo. We’ve learned our lesson,” and she gave him a huge hug and a kiss.
Prue grabbed Phoebe by the hand and dragged her towards the front door. “Let’s go meet our half-sister while we let them have some privacy.”
“Half-sister?” Leo asked.
Prue grinned. “Later. Come on, Phoebe.”
“But I want to watch!”
“Come on, Phoebe,” and laughing, Prue pulled Phoebe out the door before they hurried over to meet Paige Matthews, the social worker who was going to help their neighbors…and who they were sure was also going to help them.
Four years later...
Piper screamed as another contraction hit her.
"Push, Piper!” Paige encouraged as she wiped a cold cloth across her half-sister’s forehead. “You can do it."
Leo squeezed his wife’s hand. "Just a little longer, Piper.”
"I see a head!" Phoebe exclaimed, wiping the tears of joy from her eyes.
A few moments later after an extra-loud scream, Piper’s baby was born. “Let me see my Wyatt!” she exclaimed.
“Um, Piper,” Paige told her, as she started to clean off the newest Halliwell. “This isn’t Wyatt.”
“What do you mean? Of course is it.”
Phoebe started giggling. “Nope, Paige is right. He’s missing his dingy. Piper, it looks like for sure we’ve changed that future. You’ve got yourself a daughter!”
"Oh, she’s so pretty!" Paige exclaimed.
"I’ve got a daughter!” Leo exclaimed. “Piper! We have a daughter!”
Phoebe nodded. “And, look. She’s got blue eyes and a freckle in just the right spot.”
Paige had finished washing the baby off and wrapped her in a warm blanket that had a triquetra embroidered in the corner before handing the little girl to her mother, who held her in her arms, happily welcoming Prudence Melinda Wyatt into the world, knowing that because Paige had helped her to continue to protect innocents even after Prue’s death, she finally had her big sister back at last.
