Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own anything from Charmed. It belongs to it's producers and the WB.

Dear Diary,
The memories are getting stronger and more frequent. Sometimes I can hear them. I always knew I was different, some how, but I never thought my own mind would show me strange images. Most people would think they were crazy. Not me. I want to know more.
Maybe I should start at the beginning. The flashes, which I believe are memories, started a month ago. I see things, and people, whom I've never met before, and yet, they're all familiar. Like I feel a connection to them.
There's one girl in my memories who is the most common. I saw her all the time, and I have a really strong connection to her. She's in her late twenties, possibly early thirties in most of the flashes. But sometimes she's younger. I like the older memories better, they're much more interesting.
There are two other recurring women in my memories. They're slightly younger than the first. I think they're all sisters. They have these really amazing abilities. I wish I had sisters. The first girl, she has the same power as me. I guess I forgot to mention that. When the flashes started, I began to have a power. I'm working on control, but it's not easy. I wish I could ask the girl in my memories for help. But someone's coming. I'll be sure to write more later.
Patience Halliwell

"Phoebe? Phoebe?" A young woman with light brown, wavy hair walked into an old house, closing the door behind her, the slam adding to the thunder that rolled around in the air on the other side of the wooden barrier. She was soaked and not at all happy about it. She shook her hands to rid them of water as she gazed around the dark foyer. She slowly removed her coat, and she rubbed her hands together to get warm again. "Phoebe?" Paige Halliwell called again.

"Attic!" her sister called back. Paige moved her hand to flip the lights on. "Don't even bother. Electricity is out." Paige rolled her eyes and withdrew her hand, then ran up the stairs to the attic.

"How'd you know I was going to try and turn the lights on?" Paige asked, as she entered the attic and walked towards the slightly older woman who sat cross legged on a futon near the attic window, a flash light in her hand and an old, thick book open on her lap. Her short brown hair was pinned up and a cup of tea rested beside her left knee.

"Touched the switch when I got home. Saw it." Phoebe replied without looking up from the book at her younger half sister.

"Figured. What are you doing?" She looked at Phoebe's determined face. Had something happened while she was gone? A flash of lightning illuminated Phoebe's face and thunder shook the house.

"Phoebe believes something bad, or at least magical, is going to happen, and soon." A third woman, the oldest of the three said as she walked into the attic, her long brown hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. Paige, startled, jumped and orbed out, her power from her father, a white lighter, only to reappear again the next moment. Phoebe finally turned from the book to look at her sister.

"Paige?" Piper raised an eyebrow and drew out the "a" in her sister's name, placing her hands on her hips. "I thought you learned to control that?'

"Yeah, so did I," Paige responded, a little confused. It had been a while since she learned to keep from orbing out when spooked by a little thing like the appearance of another person.

"See, more proof."

"Oh, Phoebe, for goodness sakes. Nothing is going to happen. If something was foing to happen, you'd have had a premonition about it by now." Piper informed her, shaking her head.

"Not if we can't control our powers, Piper," Phoebe said, fixing her stare on her older sister. Piper frowned back at her.

Paige shook her head and flopped down on the futon across from the clairvoyant witch. "Anyway, Phoebe, can I borrow your red dress when I go to that party tonight?"

Phoebe's head shot towards her sibling. "No! Absolutely not."

"But Phoebe, I always return your clothes, unharmed, you know that."

"That's not the point Paige. Any other night, and yeah sure. But I don't want either of you to leave this house under any circumstances. Speaking of which, Piper, where are Leo and the boys."

Piper looked at her sister, a confused expression on her face. "Leo took Wyatt and Chris to Europe for the week. Said he wanted some fatherly bonding time with the boys. Why?" She said slowly, wondering what Phoebe could be getting at.

"Good. That'll give you more free time to help me."

"Phoebe!" Piper again drew out the name of her sibling, if only to prove the point that she was still the oldest, the boss in the house. "What are you talking about?"

"Piper, remember what happened the last time there was a night like this?"

"Um… no." Piper said, getting a bit aggravated with her sister.

"Think. Think hard." Phoebe said, placing her hands on Piper's shoulders. Suddenly a premonition struck her. Phoebe opened her eyes. "Don't worry, it'll come to you in oh, about 3, 2, 1."

"Wait… didn't we, and the spirit board, and you, and the book, and then bam?" Piper worded it, so that hopefully, unless she was right, Paige wouldn't know what she was talking about.

Phoebe smiled as realization hit her sister's face. She clasped her hands together, and pointed at Piper. "Exactly."

"Um… anyone care to explain to the out of the loop half-sister what you're talking about."

Piper looked down at her feet, and shook her head. "The last time we had a storm this violent, was the night Phoebe read from the Book of Shadows and unbound our powers."

"And tomorrow is the anniversary of Prue's death." Phoebe added.

"Which have absolutely nothing to do with one another, Phoebe." Piper told her. She never liked that topic.

"Oh contraire, sister dear." The middle sister told her. "I don't think it's any coincidence that we have a storm as like the one that took place on the night we got our powers, and it being the eve of our sister's death. Something's going to happen. And if I'm right, it'll happen at midnight. I just want to be prepared."

Piper looked at her watch. "Well, you've got four hours, Tabitha." Piper told her, an air of sarcasm in her voice. Phoebe frowned out her sister, and watched her leave the attic.

"And don't even think about going out," she called after her. Paige opened her mouth to say something. "No Paige."

"Come on, Phoebe. Like Piper said, nothing's going to happen."

"Paige, it's too risky. Please, I already lost one sister, don't make it so I lose another." Phoebe told her, placing a hand on the younger woman's shoulder.

Paige sighed. "Fine, but you better be right."

Phoebe nodded. "I think I am."

Suddenly, thunder shook the house again and the lights turned on.

"Well, the power's back. That has to be good, right?"

Phoebe smiled weakly as Paige left the attic, and then went back to her reading. Something wasn't right. She was having premonitions at random, and Paige was having trouble controlling her orbing. All they needed was for Piper to accidentally blow something up instead of freeze it, and she'd be sure they were all royally screwed. Something was brewing, but as far as she could tell, it was neither all good, or all bad.

Dear Diary,
Sorry Trista interrupted before. She has the worst timing sometimes. I wish she'd just leave me alone like everyone else does at this school. I wish grams had never sent me here. She told me it was to keep me safe. But safe from what, I'm not sure. She got me mad. My pillow flew at her face. It was really funny to watch her run away screaming like that. She told Mrs. Earls, but she didn't believe her. They thought she was crazy.
Anyway, ever since Grams died, I'm alone, and that's the only reason I haven't left. If I did, where would I go. I mean, who would take me in. I have no family, no friends. No one. My only company is my visions, and the three girls in them. I heard their names finally. I mean, I've been hearing sounds when I've had them, but their names have always been hidden from me.
I want to know who they are. I want to find Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. Maybe Prue can help me. Explain how to control my power, so that I won't get busted if someone actually happens to believe Trista one day.
But for now, I'm stuck here. Stuck at this blasted school, with only three witches in my mind to keep me company, and tell me stories.
Patience Halliwell
Phoebe sat at the kitchen table between her two sisters, a cup of tea in her hand. Piper and Paige were still not convinced that something was indeed going to happen that night, but for the sake of keeping their middle sister calm, they agreed to stay home. Phoebe kept glancing at the clock on the microwave.

"Phoebe, relax, it's 11:59 and nothing's happened." Piper told her, getting up from the table and spirit board that Phoebe insisted they have with them. She walked over to the sink and poured out her coffee which had gone cold a short time before. "Well, I'm going to go to bed."

"No wait." Phoebe insisted as the clock finally struck midnight. Phoebe looked away from her older sister and down at the spirit board on the table as each successive chime progressed until midnight. At the twelfth chime Piper looked at her sister again.


"I don't understand it. I swear I felt something was going to happen." Phoebe argued, standing up and bringing her tea over to the sink. "It just doesn't make any sense."

"Sure it does, Phoebs. You're stressed out and anxious. Tomorrow is a painful day. You were just aggetated."

"Uh… guys. You might want to come look at this," Paige called out to them, grabbing the note pad from where Phoebe had been sitting. Piper and Phoebe looked down as the pointer on the spirit board moved slowly to the letter "t" all on it's own. Piper frowned, and Phoebe gulped.

"What does it say, Paige?" Piper asked, knowing that the youngest witch had seen it all.

She turned the pad around to show them, and Phoebe immediately dropped the empty mug, which Piper tried to freeze, and made explode before it even hit the ground.

"I told you!" Phoebe snapped, pointing at the shattered cup.


"Yeah, you. You who said that nothing was wrong. How do you explain your blowing up the mug instead of freezing it? And how do you explain," Phoebe questioned, grabbing the note pad from Paige and tossing it in front of Piper's face, "this?"

Piper re-read the word. A-T-T-I-C. Attic. The same as the night they got their powers. "I can't."

"They we go to the Attic." Phoebe said, a determined look on her face.

"But what if it's a trap. A Warlock, demon, or darklighter? Or even worse?" Paige protested.

"We'll never know unless we check. And the last time this happened, nothing bad happened."

"Unless you count the mass numbers of demons that were brought to us by the awakening of our powers, no nothing bad happened." Piper commented.

Phoebe frowned at her. "I'm going. With or without you." She left the kitchen and began the climb to the attic.

"Phoebe wait. We're coming. If there is something bad up there, you'll need the power of three." Piper said, grabbing Paige by the hand and dragging her up the stairs after Phoebe who had already disappeared into the attic. "Afterall, you never know what to expect, right, Phoe—be!" Piper squeaked the last word as she and Paige reached Phoebe's side. Two older woman stood in the center of the attic, shimmering.

"Mom. Grams." Phoebe managed. "But how? We didn't summon you."

"Sometimes, things are a little more important for us to wait for you to realize it and summon us." Penelope Halliwell told her granddaughters.

"Hello Paige," Patricia Halliwell said. Paige remained silent. So this was her mother. She just nodded, to freaked out to talk.

"I didn't know our ancestors could summon themselves," Paige whispered in Piper's ear.

"Obviously the need never arrived." Piper told her.


"Personal gain."

"Oh, right. Never mind then." Paige corrected herself.

"What's so important?" Piper asked her mother and grandmother, who didn't completely take on physical form.

"Phoebe, come here and take this." Grams told her. Phoebe nodded and took the wrapped object that Penny held out to her. Suddenly her power triggered, she felt herself go rigid, a ringing in her ears as her mind showed her a young girl, about fourteen years old being chased by demons in a storm. There was something familiar about the screaming girl. One of the demon's grabbed her by the girl by the wrist and threw her to the ground in front of sign that read 'Mrs. Earls' Academy for Young Women'. Suddenly Phoebe's eyes opened. She looked shaken. She unwrapped the object and noticed it was a diary. Suddenly Penelope grabbed the book from her hands. "You mustn't know more. And we've got to go, but I assume you know what to do?"

Phoebe nodded. "Save the innocent."

"And bring her back here. To this attic. Phoebe, sweet heart. This is very important. You all must not fail. If you bring her back here safely, we'll be able to explain more." Patty told her. Phoebe nodded again.

"Good bye girls," their mother told them and then she and their grandmother were gone.


"It was a girl. A young girl, barely a teenager. And she was being attacked by demons outside her school." Phoebe told them, running out of the attic. She had never felt such urgency before.

"Phoebe wait up! It's midnight. Where are you going?" Piper questioned, chasing after her, Paige hot on her heals.

"Mrs. Earl's Academy for Young Women."

"Where?" Paige asked her as Phoebe threw her coat on and went to open the door. Piper slammed the door shut with her hand.

"It's the school the girl goes to. Piper get out of my way."

"Phoebe. Think about this. It's after midnight. If she's as young as you say, then she wouldn't be out this late. She's safe until morning." Piper argued with her.

"No Piper. This is urgent."

"Even so, Pheobs. There are probably hundreds of girls at that school. You know nothing about her, how do you propose to find her?" Paige asked.

Phoebe glared at her. "Piper move! Either you're with me, or you're against me." Phoebe glared at her until Piper released the door and grabbed her coat. Paige sighed and grabbed hers as well.

"So much for sleep tonight," Paige told Piper as they proceeded out into the rain and to Piper's car.

A young girl with black hair and large brown eyes stole quickly out of the window of the room she and her roommate shared, although she spent more time in it than the other girl. She climbed onto the drain pipe that lay against the brick building. If there was ever a night when she would run away from Mrs. Earls, the night of a storm was best. She reached in through the window and pulled out a book bag filled with clothes and food and tossed it onto the bushes below, then quickly shimmied down the pipe, landing with a thump on the ground. She grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She was completely dressed in black, which she figured was better to hide herself with as she walked swiftly towards the school gates. She was saturated in moments, as she sped across the ground, her hair falling in straggling strands down the back of her neck. A twig suddenly snapped behind her. Patience looked around, her heart beating faster than it already was. Did someone know she had snuck out? Were they following her? She saw no one, but quickened her pace, as the rain began to fall harder. Another snap and Patience froze again. She looked behind her. No one. She sighed and blamed it all on nerves. Turning around, to begin walking again, she screamed. A man stood in front of her. His face was mangled and beaten, as if someone had ran over him. He grabbed her by the shoulder, and grinned evilly at her. More of his kind emerged from the trees surrounding the school grounds. Patience screamed again and swung her bag off her other shoulder and into the man's face, and then ran for all she was worth.

Most of the demon's followed, but two stayed behind: The one who grabbed her, and one who appeared to be slightly younger. "Are you sure that's her, Sarton"

"Yes. Tonight is the night when she would be reborn completely. Tonight is the night she is most vulnerable. Tonight we kidnap the girl and we wait for her to be reborn, and the we turn her to our side."

"And if we fail?"

"We don't, Ergro" Sarton said and ran after the other demons and Patience, the younger trailing just behind him. They caught up to the group in seconds. Sarton could see and smell the fear on Patience. He pressed himself harder and caught up to her just as they reached the edge of the grounds. He grasped her wrist and threw her down. Patience screamed as he landed ontop of her, pinning her failing arms and legs against the moist earth. The other demon's gathered around them.

"Help me! Help me! Someone Please." Patience cried, but her sound was drowned out by the constant thunder overhead.

"No one's going to help you little girl. No one." Ergro told her, grinning maliciously over Sarton's shoulder. He and the other demon's laughed, as Sarton's hands began to grow green, and Patience felt her body go numb.

"I can't move. Why can't I move?" she cried out, scared more than she had ever been in her entire life.

"Because you're alone in this world. You're alone in a world where no one can save you and no one wants you. Because you belong to me." He told her.

"WRONG! We want her," a female voice rung out from behind him. Sarton turned to look over his shoulder. Phoebe glared at him. He suddenly smiled.

"Well, if it isn't the Charmed Ones, come to save one of your own."

"What the hell is he talking about?" Paige asked her sisters, Piper shrugged.

"PHOEBE! PIPER! Help me!" Patience called out to the older two of the group. They both suddenly froze. How did she know who they were? Phoebe shook it out of her mind.

"Now Piper!" Phoebe cried out. Piper shut her eyes in hopes that it would work. Suddenly the demon's froze. Piper let out a relieved sigh. "Paige orb her out of there. With our powers not functioning right, who knows how long Piper can keep them frozen."

"Right." Paige told her, concentrating. She orbed in, grabbed the frozen Patience and orbed back to her sisters, just as Piper's power wore off.

"Oh Boy. Go go go! Into the car, now. Get in the damn car." Piper said pushing them towards the car, and trying to blow them up, but it wouldn't work. Phoebe and Piper stood in front of Paige and Patience who ran towards the vehicle. Paige grabbed the handle when the lock suddenly closed.

"Oh shit."

"That's right bitch. You're stuck, and your puny powers can't help you tonight. The girl is mine."

"Not in this life time, creep." Piper called out, pure anger coursing through her body. She blew up one of the demon's.

"Is that the best you got, bitch," Sarton snarled, as Piper stood in front of her sisters to protect them. She was scared. Nothing like this had ever happened, except for why they were just learning to use their abilities, and it had been years.

"Believe in yourself, Piper. I know you can. You have to save us." A familiar voice reached out to her.

"Prue?" Piper called out.

"Believe Piper." Suddenly power shot from Piper's hands and all of the demons except Sarton and Ergro shattered into millions and millions of pieces. Piper passed out on the ground.

"Oh boy. We're in trouble," Phoebe breathed, kneeling beside Piper and checking her pulse as the two remaining bringers of evil approached them.

"Stay away from them!" Patience cried out, glaring at them. Suddenly they flew back across the grounds and slammed into the sign for Mrs. Earls.

"Whoa," Paige exclaimed, looking down at the girl.

"Yeah," Phoebe said. "No wait. Get in car now, Explain later." She grabbed Piper's keys off her body, and used the power locks to unlock the doors. Patience climbed in the front seat, and Paige orbed Piper into the back seat with her. Phoebe jumped into the drivers seat and sped off just as Sarton and Ergro came too.

"Damn it, Sarton. You said she'd be ours. Now the Charmed Ones have her."

"Well, if she can't belong to us, Ergro, we'll just have to kill her." Sarton said, shaking his head to clear his mind. "Well kill them all."

Phoebe paced back and forth in the family room of the Halliwell manor, her head cradled in her hands. Paige sat in a chair, trying to calm her down, and Piper still lay unconscious on the couch. Patience sat in another chair.

"Ok, let me get this straight. Your name is Patience Halliwell. You're fourteen years old. You've been having visions of me and my older sisters for the past month, and you can move things with your mind?" Phoebe asked, for the tenth time.

"Yes." Patience answered, again. "That's how I knew who you and Piper were." She looked up at Phoebe. "I've seen you."

"And you also knew that we were witches?" Paige asked and Patience nodded.

"And you knew our name was Halliwell, too?" Phoebe regarded her. Patience looked taken aback. Her mouth gapped open a little and she stared. She shook her head.

"I thought I was alone. The last of my family died when I was much younger."

Phoebe sat down at the foot of the couch and cradled her head again.

"I don't understand this. I just don't."

"Don't understand what?" Piper asked, slowly coming to.

"Piper!" Patience exclaimed, getting excited. Piper ignored her for a moment.

"Phoebe, what don't you understand? And where's Prue?"

"Piper, what are you talking about?" Paige asked her.

"Just before my power worked, I heard Prue. She told me to believe in myself, and I did, and it worked. Phoebe, what don't you understand?" Piper insisted, looking around the house for her older sister. If it was possible for their mother and grandmother to return from the dead on their own, then Prue could too, she was sure of it.

"No Piper. What you heard was Patience." Phoebe told her, shaking her head.

"Patience?" Phoebe pointed at the girl who sat on the couch. Piper looked at her. Patience nodded.

"Yeah, it was me. But Phoebe, Piper, where is Prue? She can help me, she can teach me how to use my power." Patience told them, getting rather anxious. She looked around the house, expecting the third member of her visions to appear.

"Power?" Piper asked her sister.

"Long story. Basically, the little witch here saved our lives when you passed out." Paige informed her.

"Not only that, but Patience power is exactly like Prue's and she's a Halliwell." Phoebe finished.

"But how does she know about us?"

"Apparently, for the past month, she's been seeing premonitions about you, me and Prue. She didn't know who we were, just our first names, and that we had powers. When we found her, she was running away from Mrs. Earls' in order to find us. Is all that right, Patience?" Phoebe explained. Patience nodded her head.

"But why doesn't she know Paige?"

"It seemes the visions she's been getting seem to stem from before Prue died. Meaning I was never in your lives." Paige told, Piper. Phoebe shrugged.

"Prue's dead?" Patience asked, fear in her eyes.

"Afraid so." Piper told her. Patience nodded and looked down at her feet.

"Well, what now?" Paige asked.

"We go upstairs, to the attic. We summon Mom and Grams. They said they'd explain." Piper told them.

"They better," Phoebe agreed, and Paige nodded.

"Alright, come on Patience. Upstairs. Time to find out what this is all about." Piper told her, leading her to the stairs. Phoebe and Paige followed right behind her.

A few minutes later, they were ready to cast the summoning spell. Patience sat directly between Paige and Phoebe. Phoebe held a knife in her hands, as Piper lit the candles. Then she sat down between Paige and Patience. Phoebe held up the knife.

"What's that for?" Patience said when she saw the knife.

"We have to bleed for this spell to work." Phoebe explained.

"Ok, but can't only one or two of us bleed?" Paige asked, innocently, desperately trying to avoid what she knew was inevitably coming.

"No, because the spell requires the at least the power of three." Piper explained, patiently.

"But what does that have to do with me?" Patience asked, nervously. Paige may not have been able to get out of it, but there was still hope for her.

"Well, if you're a Halliwell, and you're a witch, Not to mention a witch with one of the same powers that runs in the family line, it's very likely that you're part of our family and the more witches who do this, the stronger the spell. Especially because we have to summon two of our ancestors." Piper explained again. Still, both Paige and Patience didn't look convinced.

"Come on, you two. We all want answers, and it's not that bad really." Piper told them.

"This from the witch who couldn't stab her own finger the first time we did it." Phoebe said, amusement in her voice.

"Hush you. No lets start." Phoebe nodded and handed the knife to Paige.

"Youngest first."

"You're making that up!" Paige argued.

"Am I?" Phoebe asked, smiling. She had to bring some good to the whole situation, bad as it was. Paige just frowned at her but sighed, and then closed her eyes. She placed the knife at the tip of her finger and pricked it.

"Ouch." She winced and handed the knife over to Phoebe, who instantly touched it to her own finger, without wincing.

"Patience, give me your hand." Patience reached her hand to Phoebe, who stabbed it quickly. The Phoebe started to hand the knife over to Piper.


"Oh for god sakes!" Phoebe said, grabbing Piper's hand and pricking her finger. "You're all wimps." Piper glared at her and then stretched her hand over the pieces of their mother and grandmother's jewelry that they had in the center. She squeezed a drop of blood into it, and then so did Phoebe, Paige, and Patience, who them immediately began to suck on the wound to end the pain. Paige just smiled at her.

"Ok, ready?" Piper asked. Paige and Phoebe nodded, but Patience didn't look so sure.

"This part doesn't hurt. I promise." Phoebe told her, wrinkling her nose. Patience nodded and looked down at the piece of paper Piper had given her with the spell written on it. She hopped she could do this.

"Penelope and Patricia Halliwell, blood of our blood," Piper began with Phoebe, as Paige joined in. Patience could hear her own voice join in with them readily, as if something inside her wanted her to be doing this. "Our grandmother and mother, we summon thee."

Slowly in front of them, the two Halliwell women appeared. Patty smiled at them.

"You did it. You saved Patience."

"For now." Penny added.

"What do you mean, for now, grams? You promised you'd explain." Piper spoke up. She never usually had the nerve to stand up to her grandmother, but there was a teenage girl in the attic, with the same last name, and their family's power, and her own powers were acting like they were new to her. However, before Penelope had the chance to explain, Patience jumped up and ran to her.

"Grams! You're alive." Patience threw her arms around the woman.

"No dear. Just back until I'm not needed anymore. But you're safe now. And you're almost ready to carry out the task I made you for."

"You made her?" Phoebe asked, skeptical of what was going on.

"Phoebe, Piper, Paige, sit down on the couch. It's time your grandmother explained this to you." Patty told them. They nodded and walked over to the couch. Patty sat beside them, running her fingers threw Paige's hair, having never been with her daughter before. Paige let her, not really sure what to think.

Patience sat on the floor at grams' feet, leaning back against the woman's legs. She was still crying, so thankful to see the woman again.

Penny sighed. "Well, where to begin. Oh right, Phoebe, Piper, a few years after your mother died, I became painfully aware of my own mortality, and the mortality of you two and Prue, so I cast a spell. With it, I removed some of your mother's DNA from each of you three, and some of your father's DNA, even though I didn't want to. I only used it because it would make what I did stronger, if the product was exactly like you. I created a spell to form a child, a baby girl from the DNA that I took. And I then gave her characteristics of all three of you, that she would later grow into if the need arose. I feared the world losing the power of three." She took a deep breath and looked at Paige. "But it seemed I didn't have to worry about that. However, I placed a spell that would keep Patience hidden from you three, and then when she was old enough, I sent her away to a boarding school for girls. She was never aware of your existence as you were never aware of hers. Patience has but one purpose in life. I made her to be a carrier, a vessel for a soul."

"What are you talking about?" Piper said.

"I'm talking about Prue's death. I created Patience so that if one of you was to die prematurely, exactly five years after that death, they would be reborn with all their memories into Patience."

"What?" Phoebe said, shocked. "You mean, Prue's being re-born into Patience. What about Patience's own identity?"

"Phoebe, Patience has no friends, and after I died, no family. If none of you had ever died, Patience would have continued to live as herself until her own death as an old woman, but if one of you did, as Prue did. Patience's body would begin to become an open vessel for that soul, until the exact time when the soul left it's own body. At that time, the soul will enter Patience's body."

"So what you're saying is that, shortly, very shortly, Patience is going to become Prue, not to mention a thirty year old Prue in a fourteen year olds body?" Paige asked.

"So I didn't work all the kinks out. I was worried about the existence of the power of three, and my granddaughters."

"Well, that explains why she has memories of us, and Prue's power." Phoebe said.

"And why I thought it was Prue when she spoke to me." Piper added.

"But it doesn't explain why our powers are on the fritz." Paige remarked, raising an eyebrow. Her sisters also looked at Penny.

"Prue's soul needs more power to enter Patience. Part of the spell was to borrow some of the power from her sisters. Which, obviously included Paige."

"So our older sister's ghost has our powers, so she can move into a new body?" Phoebe asked, a confused look on her face. Patty and Penny nodded.

"And the demons?" Piper questioned. Things were slowly starting to make a little bit of sense.

"Patience/Prue will be vulnerable during the five minutes it will take for the spell to finally come into play. During that time, Prue could be easily be persuaded to evil."

"And the demons knew this. They planned to capture Prue and turn her evil. What'll they do now that they've lost? Give up?"

"Hardly," Patty told them. "They'll try to kill all four of you now. They'll try harder than ever."

"So we'll have to be extra careful." Piper said. Penny nodded to her.

"But there's one more thing."

"What's that?" Paige asked her.

"Prue's ghost doesn't know she's being re-born and she's in the dark about everything that's happen since she died. So…"

"So what your saying is that when Patience finally wakes up as Prue, she's gonna be confused as hell."

"Phoebe!" Patty said, shocked.

"Sorry, mom." Phoebe apologized, blushing.

"And since Prue's going to be in the body of a fourteen year old, we've got to take care of her."

"Right. But we've got to go. You have to send us back now that you know everything. Prue's going to be confused enough without your mother and I being here." Penny told them, tears in her eyes. Phoebe and Piper nodded, and then hugged their mom tightly and then hugged Grams. Paige cautiously hugged her mom, still unsure of what was going on, and then gave Grams a hug. Patience wouldn't let go of Grams. She had remained silent during the whole conversation, quietly accepting her destiny. But yet, she couldn't let the one person who had loved her leave.

"Please don't leave me Grams. Please." Patience pleaded.

"Patience, listen to me. You're going to do a great thing. I want you to trust Piper, Phoebe, and Paige." Penny told her.

Patience pulled back tears. "Alright."

"Come on," Paige said, guiding Patience towards the small table in the middle of the room. Phoebe, Piper, Patty, and Penny followed. They all sat down and held hands, Patience trying her best not to cry.

Piper sighed and began the spell. "Penelope and Patricia Halliwell, blood of our blood, we release you." She bit back the need to keep them there and watched as they disappeared.

"So, Patience is our sister, sorta," Phoebe said.

"I guess so," Piper added, ruffling the teens hair.

"She's got a tighter blood tie to you two than even I do," Paige told them. Piper shook her head.

"Paige, it's not about blood."

"Yeah, you're as close as your heart believe you are," Phoebe hugged her around the shoulders.

"Owwww." Patience cried out and doubled over in pain.

"Oh my god, Patience!" Piper said running toward the teen.

"Rephrase that Piper," Phoebe said, looking down at her watch.

Piper looked at Phoebe. "Oh boy. It's time?" Phoebe nodded. "It can't be time? You're joking," she said as she reached the girl who was rocking back and fourth on the floor in pain. Paige joined her, using her healing powers to help ease Patience's pain. Phoebe shook her head. "Damn!"

Patience began to glow, and her pain stopped completely. She shut her eyes and her body went rigid. Suddenly Phoebe, Paige, and Piper felt weak.

"She's using our powers." Piper managed to say as they sat down limply against the wall, watching the teenager's body, as it began to levitate slightly off the ground. Phoebe watched her watch. She kept glancing up at Patience, not letting her eyes close. And then the glow the young girl was giving off ceased, and her body fell to the floor. The girl moaned, and slowly sat up. Paige, Piper, and Phoebe suddenly began feeling stronger. Their power returned, and then stood up, slowly approaching Patience.

"Patience?" Paige asked.

"What?" The young girl blinked. "Who are you?"

"Oh boy." Piper said.

"Piper?" The girl looked around her. "Phoebe? Did you guys summon me?"

"Prue?" Piper asked. She knew it was true, but then again it was too good to be true. Patience even resembled Prue when she was a teen, and she sounded like her too.

"Yes Piper? Care to explain?"

Phoebe shuddered. "Even in that body she still has the power to make me feel like I'm being questioned by an elder."

"Phoebe, what are you talking about? And who is this?"

"Um, Prue, there are a few things we have to tell you." Piper said, looking at Phoebe, and then back at the teenager in front of her.