Chapter Fifteen: Home Again

Piper woke as her bed began to shake. Her eyes shut, she sat up and felt herself moving up and down. "Chris, stop jumping on the bed," she said, her voice horse from want of use over the night.

"Who's Chris?" a female voice asked.

Opening her eyes, Piper saw Phoebe jumping on her bed, a teenaged Phoebe. "What?"

"I said, who is Chris?" Phoebe asked again, getting down from her sister's bed.

Piper sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed her head. Who was Chris, she thought to herself. "I have no idea."

Shrugging, Phoebe waked to the door. "Whatever. But you had better hurry because Prue doesn't want to be late taking us to school. Get dressed and go downstairs and get something to eat before Grams throws a fit."

After hearing her door close, Piper got up from bed and walked around her room, getting everything ready for school. She got dressed and made sure that she had everything in her bag. Her homework was sitting on her desk as if it were waiting for her and she saw three dollars on top of her math book and knew that Grams had been in the night before and had given her the money for lunch.

Walking down the stairs, Piper dropped her backpack off in the living room and entered the kitchen with a smile on her face. Grams was at the table drinking a cup of tea and trying to read the paper as Prue talked over and over about some guy she had met while stopping to get gas.

"You would not believe him, Grams, he was gorgeous," Prue said, sitting at the table.

"Who are we talking about?" Piper asked as she grabbed a muffin from off the counter and joined her Grams and sister.

"Only this incredibly hot guy named Rodger who I met a few days ago," Prue answered.

"Rodger?" Phoebe asked, walking in. "What kind of a name is Rodger?"

"Trust me, Phoebe, it wouldn't matter what his name was if you saw him," Prue said. "You would love the guy, but hands off because he is so mine."

Grams lowered the paper. "No warning Piper? You think Phoebe will try to steal him and not Piper?"

Prue face Piper. "No offense, but I know you wouldn't go after him. He's not your type."

"Maybe this Chris person is," Phoebe said, smirking.

"Who's Chris?" Prue asked, her eyes growing wide.

"No one," Piper answered. "It's just...I had this really weird dream last night...I guess there was someone names Chris in it, that's all. Phoebe is just making a big deal out of nothing."

"You know, some people think that dreams tell you of the future," Phoebe said.

Prue laughed. "Please, Pheebs. If there is anyone who has no clue about the future, it is you so don't even start."

Grams looked over at Piper. "So, I take it you slept well?"

Piper nodded. "Yeah. I feel a lot better than I did yesterday. I mean, yesterday I felt so...useless, like I was going nowhere. I guess I just needed a good night's sleep to make me feel better."

Grams smiled. "I see my tea did the trick. Anyway, you girls better get going. I don't want any of you late."

Saying good-bye to Grams, the girls left the kitchen. Piper stopped in the doorway and looked back at Grams, as if she wasn't telling her something. Shrugging it off, Piper ran after her sisters when she heard them call for her. Prue drove them halfway to school, her college being in between. Waving bye, Prue was gone and Phoebe and Prue walked the rest of the way. One the way to Baker High School, the sisters walked by a junior high.

The school obviously began before theirs did, for students were already hurrying to class and running around the campus. It was as they were walking in front of the main entrance to the school that a car pulled up and let out a dark hared girl with braces. She was grabbing her things, which had seemed to fall from her bag during her ride to school. Phoebe just shrugged it off, but when the girl close the car door and dropped a handful of things, Piper took notice.

"Here, let me help you," she said, picking up a notebook and a handful of pens.

"Thanks," the girl said, looking up at Piper.

Piper l stared at the girl, knowing that she had seen her before.

"What is it?" the girl asked. "Is something wrong?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that...you look like someone I know. Have we met before?"

The girl shook her head as she and Piper stood up. "I don't think so. I'm Paige Matthews." She held out her hand for Piper to take.

"Piper Halliwell," she said, shaking Paige's hand.

"Piper, we're going to be late for school," Phoebe called.

Looking back, Piper nodded. She turned to Paige. "I had better be going. It was nice to have met you Paige."

"Same here. See you around."

Phoebe and Piper continued their walk to school. Piper looked back and caught one last glimpse of Paige before the girl disappeared into the buildings of her junior high. Confused, Phoebe asked Piper what the matter was.

"Nothing, it's just...I feel like I know her..."

"Well, you know her know," Phoebe said.

Piper nodded. "Yeah, I know her now."

The two stopped as they reached their school. Phoebe sighed. "Another day. Think you can deal?"

"You think I can't?" Piper asked. "I think I can handle anything right now."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Little miss confident, are we?"

"I guess so. Everything is going to be okay for me, Phoebe."

"When the sudden change of heart? You seem to be singing a different tune since yesterday."

"I'm not sure. I think that crazy dream of mine helped me out."

"What was it about, Piper?"

"I can't remember. But whatever it was, it was wonderful."

Leo stood in the kitchen leaning over the morning paper when Wyatt and Chris orbed in. Both boys were in the pajamas and their hair stood in every direction. Their eyes weren't even fully opened yet. Trying his best not to laugh, Leo hugged them each, and then sat them down so he could fix breakfast.

"I want mom to make me something," Chris said, rubbing his eyes.

"She's still asleep," Leo told him, getting out a few pots and pans. "I can make you boys something."

"That's not a good idea, Leo," Phoebe said entering the kitchen. "I seem to remember the last time you made something there was a small fire in the kitchen."

"No, that was you Aunt Phoebe," Wyatt laughed. "Dad was the one who put it out."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Either way, breakfast is simply better when Piper makes it."

Leo eyes Phoebe. "But don't you think that with what happened yesterday that she won't be in the mood to make any breakfast?"

"And what happened yesterday?" a voice asked.

The boys turned. "Mom!"

"Morning Piper," Leo said, giving her a hug but making sure not to get too close for fear that she might not like it. He remembered how, even though she was beginning to care for him by the end, that she still wasn't used to the idea of having husband.

Piper wrapped her arms around Leo. "No good morning kiss for you wife?"

"Piper..." Leo trailed off.

"What?"

"About yesterday..."

"Yeah, I'm not getting why you are making such a big deal about yesterday. What happened? Did you or the boys do something that you shouldn't have and now I am going to have to fix it?" Piper asked, her hands positioning themselves on her hips.

"Don't you remember?" Phoebe asked.

"Remember what?" Piper asked. "Really you guys, what is going on?"

Phoebe leaned over to Leo and whispered in his ear. "You think this our Piper?"

"Yeah. I think she's back."

"Back?" Piper asked. "Where did I go? Will someone please tell me what is going on? I mean, this doesn't have anything to do with that dream I had last night, does it?"

Leo cocked his head. "What dream?"

"I don't know, it was really strange..." Piper trailed off, embarrassed that she had even brought it up.

"Piper," Phoebe coaxed. "What is it? What did you dream?"

"That I was in the past."