A/N: Couple things to say before I get started.

My "A Vision of Utopia" Mini Series is being delayed for a while. Too much is going on for me to get wrapped up in that right now, but it's coming.

"A Vision of Utopia" Readers: More chapters to come! I'm having writers block. Bleh!

"Breaking Point" and "Déjà vu Never Again Readers: No idea when, but more chapters are coming!

"One Last Time" Readers: I don't know if I'm going to continue the fic. I might delete it. Any objections or opinions, let me know.

In this fic, Prue didn't die. She, Piper, and Phoebe each have one child (all girls. Sorry Chris fans, he never existed). Paige lives on her own with one daughter. The rest, you'll find out later on.

Sorry, also, for the long lapse in updates just in general. Fanfic was freaking on me the past few days. I don't if anyone else had a problem, but I couldn't log on or review!

Well, I hope you guys like my new fic! Please enjoy and please review!

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"Rebecca Hope Matthews! You're going to be late for school!" Paige Matthews bellowed up the steps, shaking her head in frustration. She returned to the kitchen, catching the toast as it popped out of the toaster. She placed it on a plate with two other pieces of toast and buttered them, then poured some OJ into a glass.

Thump, thump, thump. Rebecca stomped down the steps into the kitchen. "I don't feel well, mom," she whined.

"You're going to school young lady. It's not my fault you neglected to study for your math exam all weekend," Paige said firmly. "Now eat quickly. I have an important meeting at work today and I can't be late."

"You always have to be at work. For once I'd like to actually eat dinner with you," Rebecca complained.

"Most teenagers would love to be home alone as much as you are," Paige replied.

"Yeah, and then they'd realize it sucks," Rebecca grumbled, nibbling her toast. After a few small bites, she tossed it on the plate. "I'm walking."

"No you are not," Paige said, emphasizing each word. "It's too dangerous."

"Try and stop me," Rebecca called, her back to Paige as she left the house, slamming the door behind her.

Paige sighed. "Teenagers." She grabbed her keys and bag and left the house.

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"Corrine, Melinda, Katelyn, get a move on!" Prue Halliwell called up the steps. "If you miss the bus, we're all screwed!" She walked back to the kitchen, where Piper was hastily cooking breakfast and Phoebe was wolfing hers down.

Everyone was in a hurry this morning. Prue had a major photo shoot for 415 Magazine, a photo shoot that could make or break her depending on how it went. Piper had a meeting with a company interested in opening more P3 nightclubs around the US. Phoebe had to run off to the university, where she was studying to become a psych teacher. She interned at Bay Mirror Magazine for now, helping their advice columnist. Giving advice was a lot harder than it seemed, though, and Phoebe true passion was becoming a psychologist.

"If they miss the bus – and I'm betting they do – who gets to drive them?" Piper asked from over by the stove.

"I'll do it, I guess," Phoebe said, sighing as she swallowed the last of her coffee. "USF is closer to South Bay High than P3 or Prue's 415 shoot location."

"You're a doll, Pheebs," Prue cooed.

"MOM! Katy stole my new earrings!"

"DID NOT! You're such a liar, Cory!"

"AM NOT!"

"ARE TOO!"

"HEY, ENOUGH!" Piper yelled, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, can't you guys keep your daughters from ripping each others throats out?" Prue got up and headed upstairs to stop the brewing fight.

Prue chuckled. Phoebe sighed.

"They remind me of us growing up. We were always at each other's throats, and Piper was always the middleman. Now Corrine and Katelyn are always at each other's throats and Melinda is the middlemen," Prue said, laughing.

"I'm just glad we've gotten over our problems. Maybe when they come into their powers they'll get along, too," Phoebe said.

"God I hope," Prue said hopefully.

Piper came back a few minutes later. "Major cat fight evaded. And they're ready on time and-"

"Bye mom!"

"Later!"

"See ya later!"

"-They're out the door," Piper finished, smiling.

"Good. Because I'm late." Prue finished her coffee, got up, and grabbed her keys and camera bag. "If I'm late tonight, save me some dinner."

"Will do. Love you, Prue," Piper said; Phoebe added, "Love you, Prue."

"Love you guys. Bye!" She ran out the door and hoped in her car, shooting fast out of the driveway and speeding off.

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Paige glanced at her watch. She was running late. Nearly twenty minutes had gone by since she'd left the house. Her boss was going to kill her!

But as she neared the intersection, dread filled her even more. A police barricade had been set up and an officer was directing traffic to a detour. She pulled up to him and opened her window.

"Officer, is there any way through here? I'm late and taking that detour will set me back another twenty minutes."

"Sorry, miss, but there was a nasty crash up ahead. You'll need to go through the detour like everyone else. I'm sure you're boss will understand."

Paige sighed, waved a thank you, and drove to and through the detour.

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The phone was ringing.

"Come on," Piper hissed, jamming the key into the Manor door. Finally the lock opened with a click and she ran inside and grabbed the phone in the conservatory.

"Hello?"

Piper listened for a moment. "Yes, this is Piper Halliwell. Can I help you?"

She listened again, gripping the phone tightly, her knuckled going white. All the color drained from her face. She clicked off, unable to hear anymore.

She sank to the floor.

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"Ms. Halliwell, you're wanted in the office."

Phoebe glanced at her professor, who looked annoyed that Phoebe was being pulled from her class.

Phoebe nodded and stood to leave.

"Take your things. You won't be coming back."

Phoebe frowned, but gathered up her bag and books and left the room. She took a slow walk to the office. Students in the halls stared at her as she went. She was one of the oldest students at USF, but she didn't care. She had gone back to college so many times to get various degrees, that she was used to being stared at by now.

In the office, two cops stood. When they saw her come in, they walked to her.

"Good morning, officers. Can-Can I help you?" Phoebe asked. She didn't trust cops. Being a witch, it was hard to trust anyone.

"Ms. Halliwell, there's been an accident," one of the cops said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Accident?" The color drained from Phoebe's face. "What kind of accident?"

"Come with us, please." Cop #2 said gently.

"Not until you tell me-"

"-We can't. You need to come to us to San Francisco Memorial now."

"Oh god. My sisters are- are they-?" Phoebe paled more.

The cops frowned at her.

Phoebe clutched her throat, thinking the worst already.

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Phoebe sat with Piper in the waiting room. No one had told them anything. All they knew was Prue had been in some kind of accident and no one had told them how she was.

Neither of them spoke.

Finally, a doctor came to them. She looked mournful.

"How is she? How's Prue?" Phoebe asked, both she and Phoebe jumping up.

"A drunk driver ran a red light. They hit her car on the drivers side," The doctor began slowly.

"And? Is she okay?" Piper urged, shaking.

The doctor shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid – I'm afraid your sister is dead."