Chapter 4 – Counterpart (Piper): It had only been an hour since Leo and Cole had told my sisters and me about the Morgans. Phoebe was skimming the Book for any information – probably pointless, but maybe there was something – and Leo had gone back to the Elders to see if they had any advice. That was almost definitely pointless, but we weren't exactly prepared for this.
Cole and Paige were fighting again. This time it was over the fact that Cole hadn't told us about the Morgans sooner. I was really getting sick of their constant spats. Usually it was more or less good-natured, but this seemed to have brought them back into old bad habits. I wondered if knocking their heads together would help any. Not likely, but maybe it would make me feel better.
Phoebe came into the kitchen, and I scowled at her. "Can't you control your husband?"
"Can't you control our baby sister?" she replied with a grin. That was still a little weird, to remember that Phoebe was no longer the baby. I loved Paige, but part of me was still adjusting.
"I hate you."
"No, you love me."
"Most of the time."
"Hmph. Well, if you're going to be like that, I won't even try to intervene." Phoebe grinned at me, the grin that belonged to a high school troublemaker and occasional shoplifter. I just groaned. Why did I often feel like I was the only sane one around here? Oh, right, because I was, except for my husband, who was currently absent. Great.
The doorbell rang. Wonderful. Just what I needed now. I yanked the door open to find a tall woman on my doorstep. She had long, loosely curled brown hair and brilliant green eyes. She was also pale enough that I knew she wasn't a California girl, or else she'd probably have semi-chronic sunburn.
"Can I help you?" I asked, suspicious.
"You're one of the Halliwells, right?" She had a New York accent, which made me stop to think. New York...?
"Yeah, I'm Piper. Why?"
"I'm Olivia Morgan. Can I come in?" Oh damn. I really did not need this! One of the Morgans, here, while Cole and Paige were bickering, Phoebe was being difficult, and Leo wasn't home!
"Sure, why not?" I said, not really bothering to keep the temper out of my voice. She arched a brow, obviously wanting to ask what my problem was.
"You know, I thought you people forgot about us. I guess not, since you don't seem too happy."
"Well, we just found out about you and your family an hour ago, and it's wreaking havoc on my family peace, so I'm not exactly in a cheery mood right now," I informed her.
"God, cool off," she replied as she stepped inside, sliding past me. "Didn't mean to cause trouble for you."
"Well, maybe you should call before popping up, or at least give us some time to get used to the idea of not being the only Power of Three out there. And speaking of that, where have you people been, especially when the Source was around?"
"At home, fighting our evildoers and dodging the Source's assassins," Olivia replied tartly. "And I didn't know you only just found out about us; it's not my fault your ancestors were forgetful."
"Who are you?" Paige demanded, walking in. I groaned inwardly.
"Paige, this is Olivia Morgan. Olivia, this is my sister, Paige Matthews."
"Matthews?" Olivia asked, clearly surprised. Then she said, "Never mind, not my business."
"No, it's not," Paige said.
"What's not... hi, who are you?" said Phoebe, walking into the hall with Cole behind her. Olivia's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Cole, and her eyes flicked to Cole and Phoebe's left hands, before moving to mine.
"So the rumors were all true," she murmured to herself. Then, seemingly realizing we were all standing there, she sighed. "I'm Olivia Morgan."
"Oh. Phoebe Halliwell."
"Nice to meet you." Then Olivia turned back to me, but didn't get a chance to say anything before Leo orbed in. He saw Olivia and his jaw dropped.
"The Elders never said one of you would be here," he told her, looking a little suspicious.
"Let's move this to the solarium," I cut in as Olivia opened her mouth.
"The Elders are idiots; why would they?" The strange witch's disdain for Leo's bosses was more than clear.
"Finally. Someone else who sees things that way." Cole muttered. I glared at him, and Phoebe elbowed him.
"Behave, you," I heard her mutter, but she was grinning. Olivia, who had apparently also heard, smirked slightly.
"The Elders are hardly idiots," Leo said, defending his bosses. I wasn't sure I agreed, but...
"Hmph. Easy for you to say," Olivia remarked. "You guys have had their support all these years. They left us high and dry because they're a bunch of closed-minded bigots."
"Well, you guys do have demon blood, and the Elders can be paranoid," Paige said.
"No, really?" Olivia drawled. "But still, you'd think they'd want to help us out too, especially if the Source had taken you guys out. They'd want us on their team instead of our own. But hey, it never came to that, and maybe they knew it wouldn't. How should I know?" She shrugged. "But now, we've got this problem, and it needs us all. We don't know what's coming, just the obvious bit, that it's big trouble."
"So," I said, wondering what to do with this girl who was technically my counterpart in her Power of Three. "Where are we going to get together to work this stuff out?"
"I don't know, where do you want to meet?" Olivia responded.
"I saw us with you in New York," Phoebe said helpfully.
"'You saw'? How?" Olivia asked sharply.
"I get premonitions."
"Oh. I see things too... in crystals, on the surface of liquids... it's called the Sight. A gypsy thing, got it from my mother. I saw us – the three of you along with me and my siblings, standing in a circle together saying a spell. It's how I knew we had to meet." Olivia shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
"That's useful," I said. "I guess that's how you find Innocents?"
"Sometimes. Also, I'm an M.E., and several of my friends are cops, A.D.A.s, or other people in law enforcement. I hear things from them. It's all a matter of paying close attention."
"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "We just have Darryl, and he gives us stuff from time to time, but usually he winds up helping us later."
"Maybe we need to network?" Paige suggested. I gave her a look. We did not need to network. We had a hard enough time avoiding exposure without trying to network. But Paige, who was on some kind of Super-Witch kick lately, was likely to grab onto the idea like a dog with a bone. Great. Assuming the world didn't end, we didn't need Paige trying to create more problems.
"Honey, maybe we should think about that later," Phoebe cut in, probably guessing my opinion on the subject. So she was trying to play the peacemaker. Like I used to have to do. I could relate – though I kinda also thought it was karma, considering all the fights I had to mediate between her and Prue. Paige and I were nowhere near as bad, I was sure.
"You have no idea what's coming?" Cole asked.
"None. And I don't have any clue on how to find out more." A cell phone ringtone played, 3 Doors Down's When I'm Gone. Olivia jumped, looking like she'd gotten an electric shock. "Hello? Nathanial, what is going – No, OK, fine, I guess I... I'll see you soon. Yeah. Bye." Hanging up, she looked at us. "Sorry. Um, I've gotta go, personal emergency. So..." she pulled a piece of paper and a pen from her purse. "This is my number, call whenever you guys decide to come. I'll get my siblings over, and we'll figure something out." She set the paper on the coffee table and shimmered out.
"What was that about?" I said, frowning. The others looked at me, equally confused. "Well, I guess we'd better get ready for a trip to the Big Apple."
A/N: OK, I'm not sure if I like this one much, but I figured it was time to get back to the Halliwells.