Third Time's the Charm (Updated-Part 3 Is Up!!)

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Author: nelliepunkin

DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY, EXCEPT FOR PERRY, WHO WAS CREATED BY MY OWN IMAGINATION.


Third Time’s the Charm

Part 1

A cemetery
San Francisco, Present Day

Piper Halliwell stood alone and erect in a cemetery, her eyes piercing the gravestone which had her sister’s name written across it. She wasn’t moving, and didn’t plan to anytime soon. The idea of leaving Paige six feet under and alone was unbearable, and Piper would not stand for it. Phoebe, Leo, and Darryl had all left long ago.
But Piper couldn’t leave Paige. She let her down before. Her feeble body had shut down temporarily after being thrown into a wall, but Paige stuck it out to the end, protecting both her sisters and both of her nephews from almost certain death. Piper had awoken to her sister’s bloodcurdling screams, and as her vision returned back to normal she saw Vecnor standing over Paige. Paige begged for mercy, pleaded for her life, but Vecnor, being a demon, took no sympathy for a Charmed One, and killed Paige. Piper repeated the spell to vanquish Vecnor, and he died along with Paige that day.
Piper had rushed over to Paige’s body, praying that she was not dead. Paige would not answer Piper’s cries, Leo would not answer her calls. Piper, feeling lower and less powerful than ever, fell upon her sister’s lifeless body and began to weep. She did not cry a silent cry, but a harsh one, with harsh sobs and tears that soaked Paige’s shirt. By the time Leo arrived, Piper had already lost all hope. Leo knew Piper, and he also knew by her body language that Paige was dead. He walked over to Phoebe, who was passed out, and healed her. He moved onto Piper, taking her in his arms and healing her.
Every time Piper remembered this brutal memory, her heart wept and her mind felt guilty. She had let Paige down, the same way she had let Prue down. And she had lost them to the same thing: magic.
Piper felt a hand on her shoulder, and instinctively turned to blow whatever it was to pieces. When she realized it was Leo, her hands fell to her sides, as the often did these days. She could not meet the gaze of his blue-green eyes, and turned back around.
“Piper, honey, you’ve got to come home,” Leo said calmly.
“No,” Piper said. “I’m not leaving her.”
“You can’t leave her when she’s already gone.”<br> He wrapped his arms around her waist. Normally Piper would have found this comforting, but at the moment it was irritating.
“Stop it, Leo, just stop it.”
“Please, come home,” Leo said again.
Once again Piper replied with a firm, “No.”
“Phoebe needs you, and besides, we need to find a way to fix this Power of Three thing.”
“Screw the Power of Three,” Piper retorted distantly, “and screw magic.”<br> “Piper,” Leo said, keeping his calm, “we need to go home.”<br> “No!” Piper yelled, angry at Leo for not understanding.
“Then please forgive me,” he said, and he wrapped his arms around her waist again. The image of the cemetery blurred out of focus and was replaced by the inside of the Manor. Piper whirled around to face Leo.
“Now why the hell did you do that?!” she roared at him.
“I had to,” Leo answered. “I didn’t want you to do something that you’ll regret later. You’re safer here.”<br> Piper ran upstairs. As she passed Phoebe’s room, she heard something. She poked her head through the window, and witnessed her younger sister crying. Piper laid down on the bed next to Phoebe and put her arms around her. Phoebe grabbed Piper’s hands and held on tightly. She wasn’t letting Piper slip through her fingers as easily as Paige had.
* * *
Warehouse
San Francisco, 1992

Perry Jackson ran through a warehouse, another set of feet following hers. She had lived here since her mother had been killed by a demon, and now the same demon, Dalke, was after her.
“Please leave me alone!” Perry pleaded as she threw boxes in the path, hoping to slow him down.
“I can’t do that,” Dalke replied coolly.
“I’ll do anything just don’t kill me!” Perry begged, fear quickly overcoming any ounce of bravery she had left.
“The Source will kill me if I don’t kill you,” Dalke answered, “and I’d much rather that it be you instead of me.”<br> “Then pretend to kill me! Lie to him!”<br> “Lie to the Source? If I do that, he’d do something worse than killing me.”
Perry skidded to a stop as Dalke appeared in front of her. Her heart felt like it was quickly rising into her throat and would flop out onto the floor any second now.
“Why?” Perry asked. “Why are you doing this to me?”<br> “You are a sister of the Charmed Ones,” Dalke answered, “and I can’t risk the chance of you possibly meeting up with your sisters ever.”<br> “I don’t have sisters,” Perry explained, and before she could say anything else, something jabbed into her stomach, sending pain all over her body, and then the same object which had caused the pain slid out jaggedly, but the pain remained. She fell to her knees, and then onto her stomach, a pool of blood rapidly spreading around her abdomen.
Dalke looked down at the young witch. He felt no guilt, no remorse, just satisfaction. Satisfaction at finishing a job. The girl was dead. He shimmered out, leaving Perry’s body for the workers to find Monday morning.
* * *
The Manor
San Francisco, Present Day

Piper sat across from Phoebe at the kitchen table, neither one of them saying a word, just silently sipping coffee. Piper heard the usual sound of Leo’s orbing, and the bright lights illuminated the wall opposite of her.
“Leo, whatever you have to say, I’m not in the mood,” Piper said. She didn’t have to turn around to know he was behind her.
“You really should listen to what I have to say,” Leo said. He walked to the head of the table and sat down.
“And why is that?” Phoebe asked.
“The Elders know a way to reconstitute the Power of Three,” Leo answered, excitement in his voice.
“We told you last night, Leo, that we’re done with being witches,” Piper said.
“And besides,” Phoebe chimed in, “there’s no way. It’s just me and Piper now, unless you guys have found a way to bring back the dead.”<br> “Bringing back the dead is impossible Phoebe,” Leo said. “You know that.”<br> “I know. I guess I was just hoping…”
“Even if we were interested in staying witches, which we’re not,” Piper added, “how would we reconstitute the Charmed Ones?”<br> “You have another sister,” Leo answered, as if he said things like this every day.
Phoebe snorted into her coffee, but Piper kept her composure. She sat her mug down. She stared at the wall across from her. She still couldn’t meet Leo’s stare.
“These long lost siblings just keep poppin’ up all over the place,” Piper replied sarcastically. She began to get up, but Phoebe stopped her.
“Piper, wait,” Phoebe said. “I think we should at least hear what Leo has to say. I mean, shouldn’t we consider everything before we make our decision?”<br> “I’ve made my decision,” Piper said, “and I’m done with the witchcraft shenanigan. I’ve lost two sisters, and I’ve almost lost my children and my other sister.”
Piper didn’t care what else either one of them had to say. She marched upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
“She’s just hurting, Leo,” Phoebe said, turning her attention back to Leo. “You know how Piper is.”<br> “Yeah, I know,” Leo replied. “I just…wish I could help her, but I can’t. And that makes me feel so helpless and useless.”<br>

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“I doubt that she doesn’t want to be a witch anymore. I mean, a part of her always wanted a normal life, but Piper knows she’ll never have normal no matter what. She just knows what damage magic can do, and even though a part of her doesn’t want to be a witch anymore, more of her wants to continue to be one, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.”<br> “I know, Phoebe, but if we don’t find your sister neither one of you will be witches any longer. The entire Underworld knows about Paige’s death, and I’m sure some upper level demons will be swarming to this place to finish off you and Piper.”<br> “Leo, where is she, our sister? Maybe I could talk to her, convince her of who she is.”<br> “It’s not going to be that easy, Phoebe.”<br> “Why not?”<br> “She was killed in 1992.”<br> “If she’s dead, then how is it possible for us to…?”<br> “We have to go back in time and rescue her before she was killed. We have to bring her to our present and convince her of who she is before something bad happens to any of us.”
“That doesn’t sound too easy,” Phoebe said.
“It won’t be,” Leo said. “Luckily the Elders have agreed to help us. They are going to assist with the making of the portal to send us back, but from the moment we set foot in the past, it’s all up to us.”<br> “What about Piper?”<br> “We try to persuade her to come with us, and if she resists, then you and I go without her.”<br> “Do we have any background information on her? Like about who she was when she alive?”<br> “Yeah,” Leo answered. “Her name was Perry Jackson. She was fourteen and she was Paige’s twin. Her mother, coincidentally, was a witch too. Her mother was murdered eight days before Perry was.”<br> “Wait, wait, Leo. Back up a second. She was Paige’s twin?”<br> “We had to call upon your mother for this part. When Paige was born she had a twin sister. Your mother and Sam took them both to the church, but told the nun that if they ever came to the church looking for answers, she was not to tell one about the other. They were not to be adopted together, and both of their names were to start with the letter P. Paige was adopted first, but it took so long to find a home for Perry, that the nun named her herself. Perry was adopted when she was a little over a year old. When you asked your mother about Paige when you and Piper first met her, Patty knew that her Paige’s twin was dead, so she didn’t reveal anything about her.”<br> “Leo,” Phoebe said, “I think you and I should do this without Piper. It’s too much for her right now.”<br> “I think you’re right, Phoebe.”<br> Hours later, Phoebe and Leo stood in front of a gaping, swirling portal. They looked at each other confidently, and then they walked into the threshold to the past.
* * *
Warehouse
San Francisco, 1992

Phoebe and Leo tumbled out of the portal. Phoebe turned around and watched the portal grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared.
“I guess we’re stuck here,” Phoebe said. She stood up and began to dust herself off. “Where are we anyways?”<br> “A warehouse,” Leo answered. “She lives here. Has ever since her mother died.”<br> “So how much time do we have?” Phoebe asked.
“One day,” Leo replied.
“That’s not a lot to work with.”<br> “I know, but it’s the best the Elders could do.”<br> “Then I guess we should get started,” Phoebe said.
She started to walk through the warehouse, and Leo walked right along beside her. She soon heard a rustling noise. Phoebe peaked over a few crates and saw a girl. She looked like she was about fourteen years old. She was wearing the typical early 90’s clothes: ripped jeans, boots, and flannel.
“Leo, is that her?” Phoebe whispered.
“Yeah,” Leo responded. “Yeah, it is.”<br> “What do we do?”<br> “Talking to her would be my best guess.”<br> “You mean the Elders didn’t give you any pointers on how exactly to get this girl to come with us?”<br> “Nope.”<br> “Tips?”<br> “Nope.”<br> “Ideas?”<br> “Subtle hints?”<br> “Nope.”<br> “Pamphlets?”<br> “Nope.”<br> Phoebe sighed and turned back around to look at the girl. Phoebe stepped out from behind the crates.
“Hi,” Phoebe said gleefully.
Perry’s head instantly shot up, and her left hand reached to one of her back pockets. Her dark brown eyes, the eyes of her mother, grandmother, and sisters, stared back at Phoebe.
“Who are you?” Perry questioned.
“My name is Phoebe,” answered Phoebe. “I’m here to help you.”<br> Phoebe took a step forward, and Perry took a step back. Phoebe could tell this wasn’t going to be as easy as she had hoped.
“I’m warning you,” Perry said. “I’ve got a gun, among other things.”<br> “I don’t have a gun, but I do have powers.”<br> “Powers?”<br> “Magic powers. You know what I’m talking about, Perry.”<br> “No, no, I don’t,” Perry responded blandly.
“Let me guess,” Phoebe said “You’re telekinetic.”<br> Phoebe stepped forward again, but Perry took two steps back.
“Don’t believe me?” Phoebe asked.
Perry shook her head.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to show you.”<br> Phoebe smiled and her body began to raise from the floor. She looked at Perry, and for a fraction of a second she thought she saw comfort in the teenager’s eyes.
“Leo, come here,” Phoebe said, and Leo stepped out from behind the crates. “Orb for us, Leo.”<br> Leo looked at Phoebe strangely, and orbed from his position below Phoebe to another spot about ten yards away from her.
“What the hell…?” Perry asked.
“I’m a witch,” Phoebe said, coming back down to the floor, “and you are too.”<br> “How do you know that?” inquired Perry.
“I’m your sister,” Phoebe answered. “Witchcraft runs in our blood.”<br> “I don’t have any sisters,” Perry said. “You must be mistaking me for someone else.”<br> Phoebe walked close to Perry, and Perry didn’t move. Phoebe walked right over to her baby sister, and put her hands on her shoulders. Perry didn’t move.
“Perry,” Phoebe said softly, “I know about your mother. I know that she adopted you, and I also know that she murdered by a demon just days ago.”<br> “How do you know that?” Perry asked.
“Leo told me,” Phoebe replied, nodding in Leo’s direction. “He’s a good guy, a whitelighter. Whitelighters are kind of like guardian angels for witches.”<br> “I know what whitelighters are,” Perry said. “I had one.”<br> “You do?” Phoebe asked, caught off guard.
“Yeah. His name was Eric,” Perry said.
“Perry, the demon that killed your mother is after you too,” Phoebe explained. “He’s not going to stop coming after you until he kills you, or you kill him, and then more will keep coming. Come with me and I can stop that. Me and our big sister Piper can protect you from evil. We can get you out of this warehouse and out of those clothes. Just please trust me.”<br> “I can’t trust you,” Perry said, still unmoving. “I want to but I can’t.”<br> “Why not?” Phoebe asked.
“The only two people I ever really trusted were killed. First Eric, then my mom.”<br> “Perry, you can trust me. Just please come with me.”<br> “Where would we go?”<br> “The future. 2004 to be exact.”<br> Perry’s eyes widened in amazement and shock.”<br> “How is that possible?” she asked.
“Good magic,” Phoebe answered, a smile spreading across her face. “Good magic brought Leo and I here. Good magic is going to bring us home, and good magic is going to save your life if you allow it to.”<br> Perry smiled. Phoebe could she the resemblance to Paige. They had the same chocolate brown hair, dark eyes, and cherry red lips.
“I guess I’ll come,” Perry said. She took a deep breath and walked away from Phoebe. “Can I bring some of my things?”<br> Phoebe nodded, and Perry began to throw things into a backpack. Phoebe reached into her purse and dug out a spell to send them back. She unfolded the paper which it was written on.
“I’m ready,” Perry said, smiling.

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“Here, say this spell with me,” Phoebe said.
She held the paper out for both of them to see and they began to recite:

Blood to blood
And mind to mind
With this rhyme
I wish to unrewind
And send us back
To our own time


Phoebe snatched Perry and Leo’s hands, and she felt herself begin to lift off of the ground. She was flying through the air, her vision distorted and fuzzy. Then she hit solid ground and her legs buckled beneath her.

Part 2
San Francisco
The Manor, Present Day

Perry laid on the floor. Her head was spinning and her knees felt weak. She was starting to wonder if she had made the right choice. She had packed up and went only God knows where with someone claiming to be her sister. What if this was just a hoax to lure her into a trap to kill her? The woman was really convincing. Perry had let her trusting nature overcome her sense of judgment again.
“Phoebe? Phoebe? Phoebe, what the hell was that?”
Perry heard someone coming up the stairs, and they were obviously in a hurry.
“It’s Piper,” Phoebe said, getting up. Leo stood up. Then another woman appeared in the doorway. Her hands were raised. Perry guessed her name was Piper.
“What was that noise?” Piper asked.
“It was just us,” Phoebe said, nervousness hinting in her voice.
“What were you doing?” Piper asked, and then she noticed Perry. “Who is that?”<br> “Piper, this is Perry,” Phoebe answered.
“Oh. What’s she doing here?”
“Come with me,” Phoebe said. “I’ll explain.”<br> Phoebe put her arm around Piper’s shoulders and began to lead her towards the door.
“Okay,” Piper said, “but this better not be about that whole Power of Three thing Leo was babbling about earlier.”<br> Phoebe glanced nervously over her shoulder. Leo shrugged his shoulders, and gave Phoebe a sympathetic look. Phoebe walked downstairs, and a few moments later Perry heard Piper yell, “What?!” and then, “Phoebe, how could you?!” and then, “Fine, but I’m not happy about this.”<br> Phoebe and Piper came back upstairs. Perry could tell Piper wasn’t too happy with the situation. Phoebe walked over to a big book sitting on a podium and began writing something down on a piece of paper.
“What’s that?” Perry asked as she walked over to Phoebe.
“It’s the Book of Shadows,” Phoebe answered, her eyes never leaving the page she was on. “It’s full of spells and potions, information on demons and how to vanquish them.”<br> “What’s that that you’re writing?”<br> “A spell that gives us our powers,” Phoebe answered.
“Leo, I want to talk to you,” Piper said.
“Um, okay,” Leo said.
Piper and Leo went downstairs and into their room, locking the door behind them.
“Leo, what the hell are you doing? Are you trying to piss me off?”<br> “No, Piper. I’m trying to save the life of your and Phoebe, not too mention the life of an innocent kid.”
“Leo, I told you, I don’t want to have anything to do with witchcraft anymore.”<br> “I know, but Piper if you don’t restore the Power of Three, you could and probably will die, and I don’t want my sons to grow up without a mother.”<br> “Can’t we just get the Angel of Destiny to wipe the slate clean like he offered before?”<br> “No, Piper, you can’t. That was a one-time offer.”<br> “We’re the freakin’ Charmed Ones, Leo! We’ve been through enough these past seven years.”<br> Piper broke down and began to cry. She hadn’t cried when Paige died. She skipped right past grief and onto rage. Leo pulled Piper in close to him, like he often did when she was hurting.
“Piper,” Leo said, “I know it hurts, but this is what you were born to do. Think of all the innocents that will die if you quit, and think of Perry. She’s your sister, and she’s only 14. If we send her back, she’ll die without ever getting to live life.”<br>

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“I know, Leo,” Piper sobbed through her tears, “but I’m just afraid of losing Phoebe. Phoebe’s my best friend, and after losing Prue and Paige, I don’t think I could handle losing another sister. Leo, if you could travel back to the past to bring Perry back, how come we couldn’t do that with Paige or Prue?”
“Perry was a prophesied child. Years before she was born, at about the same time Wyatt was prophesied, someone foretold of a child, and Perry’s that child. No one knows for sure what was said though. The only record is oral. And besides, if we brought Paige and Prue back you and Phoebe would never learn to lose, how to lose, to mourn. You’d keep thinking that magic could be your ticket out of death, but it’s not. The only reason we were able to bring Perry back was because she was never supposed to die.”<br> Meanwhile, in the attic, Phoebe and Perry had been looking at the Book of Shadows. Phoebe had been explaining it to Perry, explaining things to her.
“What’s this red X doing on the page?” Perry asked.
“Oh, after our sister Prue died, Piper went on this all-demons-must-die rampage, and after she vanquished that one she X’ed him out, to keep track,” Phoebe answered.
“Oh,” Perry said. “Is the demon that killed my mom in there?”<br> “Maybe,” Phoebe said. “What’s his name?”<br> “Dalke.”<br> Phoebe started flipping through the pages.
“Wait,” Perry said, going back a few pages. “That’s him.”<br> “There’s a spell, and a potion. You’re sure that’s him?”
“Yeah.”<br> There was no denying that it was Dalke. His cold, pale eyes and menacing smirked grinned back at Perry forebodingly.
Piper came upstairs alone.
“I sent Leo up there to see if--” Piper stared to explain.
“Piper, look out!!” Perry yelled. Dalke was standing right behind her.
Before Piper could react, Dalke flicked his wrist and sent her flying across the room. Piper hit the wall and she slid to the ground, unconscious. Phoebe grabbed a potion. She threw it at Dalke. His legs burst into flames, and he shimmered out, but not before he shot an evil glance at Perry.
“Leo! Leo!” Phoebe started yelling at the ceiling.
Leo orbed in. He looked slightly panicked.
“What?” he asked.
“Piper,” Phoebe said, nodding towards Piper.
Leo rushed over to her. He placed his hands over her and healed her, as Eric had done to Perry many times.
“I guess Dalke is here,” Piper said after she had been healed.
“I guess so,” agreed Phoebe.
Hours later, they were at a crime scene with Darryl. A 24 year old college student had been married. When Darryl led them to the body, it was like the girl was still asleep. There was no blood, or anything that could have possibly hinted at a struggle. When Perry looked at the girl, she realized the girl looked strangely familiar, like something out of her past. Piper had sensed something was wrong with her baby sister, and they had gone home. But Piper wasn’t going to let it go.
“You know something,” Piper said. “Spill.”<br> “ I used to know that girl,” Perry said. “Back then, in 1992, she was my best friend. After my mother was killed, I knew Dalke was going to come after her, so I got as far away as I could. I guess he got her anyway.”<br> “But why he killed her now is what I’m wondering,” Piper said. “I mean--”<br> “He was warning me,” Perry said.
“Warning you of what?” Piper asked.
“Of what’s to come,” Phoebe said. “Come on. We have to get to the Book.”<br> Phoebe started to run upstairs, but a strong gust of wind knocked all of them on their feet. Phoebe was the first to get back on her feet. They instinctively gathered together under the chandelier
“What the hell was that?” Piper said.
Perry looked around. She was looking for Dalke. She could tell he was somewhere close, but just how close she didn’t know. Then, suddenly, the doors flew open and Dalke walked in.
“Hello, Perry,” he said. “I told you when I killed your mother that I would kill you too, and now I’m going to kill you.”<br> He flicked his wrists, and all three girls slid across the floor. They were only stopped by the dining room table. Phoebe hit her head on the table, and passed out instantly.
“Perry,” Piper yelled over the earsplitting noise that was noise engulfing the entire room, “call for the Book!”<br> “What?!”<br> “The Book! Call for it!”<br> Piper waved her hands and Dalke froze.
“Call for it,” Piper said. “It should come to you.”<br> Perry looked up, and Dalke shrugged off the freeze and began walking forward again.
“Stupid little witch,” Dalke said. “Your little tricks won’t work on me.”<br> “Call for the Book, Perry!” Piper yelled. She froze him again, but seconds later it wore off.
“Book!” Perry yelled, but the book didn’t come. She tried again, but still no book.
Piper kept freezing him, but it kept wearing off. Dalke was getting closer, his smile getting wider.
“And now I get the chance to kill not one, but all three of the Charmed Ones,” he said.
And then a wave of emotion hit Perry like a ton of bricks. Ever emotion she had ever felt, she felt again at that exact moment.

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“BOOK!” she yelled again, and the book appeared, but not wear Perry had wanted it to. It was under the chandelier, and Dalke was now in between her and it. Perry grabbed Phoebe’s hand, and Piper Phoebe‘s other hand.
The next thing Perry new, she was sitting in front of the Book of Shadows with Piper and Phoebe. The book had magically opened to the vanquishing spell for Dalke. Piper’s hands was still holding tight to Phoebe’s, as was Perry’s. The room began to shake, and the Charmed Ones were surrounded in a beautiful white and blue light. Perry and Piper looked at each other, and they both began to recite:


Us sisters three
Call on thee
To give us the power
In this desperate hour
To vanquish which
Wants to kill this witch


As they began reading, Dalke turned around. For a split second, Perry thought she saw confusion and hopelessness in his eyes, but they were instantaneously replaced with hate. He began to walk forward, but stopped abruptly. His body began to lurk about, his right leg going one way while his left went the other. Then his skin began to peel away from his face, leaving a bloody skull. His bones began to disintegrate, falling into oblivion as they became ashes. Then a powerful force spread through the room like a ripple effect. The ringing in Perry’s ears stopped, and she passed out.

Part 3
San Francisco
The Manor, Present Day

Perry’s vision was going in and out of focus. Someone was standing over her, and then someone else came into view, and then someone else too.
“Is she all right?” someone asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” someone else replied.
Perry thought she remembered these voices somewhere…something about sisters and good magic…something about the Power of Three. Somewhere her head, and alarm went off, and she remembered everything. Her vision came back into focus. She saw Piper, Leo, and Phoebe all hovering over her. They all looked concerned.
“What was that?” Perry asked as she sat up.
“Your first vanquish,” Leo answered, “as a Charmed One.”<br> Somewhere, she heard a baby cry. Perry thought she was hallucinating until Piper said, “That’s Chris, I’ll get him,” and hurried off.
“Is he going?”<br> “Dalke?” Phoebe asked. “Yep, and it was all because of you.”<br> Then she heard another baby, and Leo also hurried upstairs.
“Me?” Perry asked. “What did I do?”<br> “You saved my life and Piper’s,” Phoebe answered.
“I did?”<br> “Yeah, and quite impressively too. You think well on your feet, just like Paige.”
“Oh, okay. Do you think it would be all right if I went to sleep somewhere?”<br> “Sure,” Phoebe answered, helping her up. “And I know just the place.”
Phoebe smiled and led Paige upstairs. She opened the door, and they both walked in.
“This was Paige’s room,” Phoebe said. She looked around the room, remembering Paige. “It’s your, if you want it. You can do whatever you want with it.”<br> “Thanks,” Perry said.
“Good night,” Phoebe said.
“Good night,” Perry replied.
Phoebe walked out, shutting the door behind her. Perry was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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“Should we just let her sleep?”<br> “No. She should see this. It is her mother after all.”<br> “But she had a long day, and we can always summon Mom and Grams some other time.”
“Piper.”<br> “Fine, Phoebe, but you do it. I remember how you were when you were her age, and if she’s anything like you, you might want a whip and a chair.”<br> Perry woke up to the sounds of her sisters. There voices seemed far off, distant. She was still trapped in that place between sleep and awake, and wanted to stay there for a while, but the quiet bickering of Piper and Phoebe knocked her out of this state.
“See, Piper, she’s waking up,” Phoebe said.
“All because you thought she had to see it,” Piper answered.
“See what?” Perry moaned.
She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Someone had covered her up after she had gone to sleep, and had even taken her shoes and socks off.
“Come with us,” Phoebe said excitedly.

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Her and Piper locked their arms around Perry’s, and led her to the attic. There were four people between candles. They seemed to be floating, and sort of otherworldly. They all had dark hair, dark eyes, and high cheek bones, features which Perry often saw in herself. She were all smiling.
“Who are they?” Perry whispered to Piper and Phoebe, not wanting to be rude.
“Our family,” Piper answered. “That’s Prue, Paige, Grams, Mom.” Piper pointed all of them out as she said their names.
Then Mom stepped out of the circle, becoming whole again. She walked up to Perry, and embraced her in her arms. Patty couldn’t have been happier. All of her daughters were in the same room together. They had all finally met. Perry was too stunned to say anything or do anything, so she stood there, letting herself be loved by her mother.