Episode 9.03: Lost and Found

Paige orbed into Victor's apartment and started looking around for him. She found him in one of the bedrooms, tangled in a mess of vines. Wyatt was in the crib, crying.

Paige waved her hand as she called Victor's name, using her power to orb him out. "Are you okay? Do you need any healing?"

Victor shook his head. "No. Thanks for coming. But two people who looked exactly like you and Phoebe showed up and took Chris."

"Don't worry," Paige said. "Chris is fine."

"Thank god," Victor said, relieved. "I don't know what I would do if I had let him get hurt."

"It's not your fault," Paige said. "Our evil past lives are here trying to kill us. If anything had happened we wouldn't have blamed you."

"Your evil what now?"

"Never mind," Paige said. "Listen, I better get back to--"

She was cut off as two medieval knights suddenly appeared in the room, swords clashing. One stabbed the other in the gut, then turned to Paige and Victor.

"Uh oh..." Paige said, backing away.

The knight lunged at her, swinging his sword. Just before the weapon sliced her in half, Paige orbed out, orbing back in behind the knight.

Victor grabbed up a chair and hurled it at the knight. It crashed into him, making him stumble back, but he recovered quickly and started to advance on Victor. He raised his bloody sword up above his head and swung downwards.

"Sword!" Paige called, the weapon orbing to her hands.

The knight growled in anger and leapt at Paige, trying to wrench the sword from her grasp.

Suddenly, everything changed. The apartment, Victor, and Wyatt were gone. In their place was a raging battlefield. Armored knights were everywhere, screaming and hacking at one another with their weapons. Horses neighed with mad fury, their owners riding them back and forth to get a good blow on an enemy. Rain poured down on all of this, turning the open field into a mud pit.

Paige slipped and fell into the mud, dropping the sword that she had been trying to keep from the knight. That very knight now snatched the sword up and raised it above his head as he prepared to plunge the blade into her heart.

An arrow suddenly pierced him in the neck and the knight gasped and fell over backwards. A horse came galloping up next to Paige. She looked up to see the shooter of the arrow sitting atop the panting beast.

"Well, you are a pretty little thing," he said with a gruff voice. "I think I shall take you as a victory gift."

Paige gave a small laugh. "And I think I'll just be going." She tried to orb out, but nothing happened. "Uh oh..."

"The only place you will be going is with me," said the man. He reached down and latched onto Paige, pulling her up onto the horse. She struggled, but the man held her tight, and moments later they were galloping away from the still raging battle.


Piper finished fastening Chris into his car seat in the back of Victor's car. She smiled sadly and caressed his cheek. She couldn't believe she had almost lost him-- again. Demons were always using her children against her in one way or another. How was she supposed to keep protecting them? Sometimes she thought her father was right; this was not the way to raise children.

Thoughts of binding their powers rose up in her mind, but she pushed them aside. Now was not the time to think about that. Right now she had to focus on finding her sister. She waved at Wyatt, who sat in the car seat next to Chris, then stepped back and closed the door.

"Thanks again, Dad."

"It's fine, really," Victor said. "I just wish I could do more. Are you sure I can't help?"

Piper turned away from watching her kids through the car window and pursed her lips, pretending to think about the question for a moment. "Do you want to go back in time to who-knows-where with Phoebe and I to save Paige?"

"Uh... taking care of the kids is fine," Victor replied.

Piper smiled. "I thought so."

Victor glanced up at the manor. "You know... you should probably take care of that gaping hole before anyone notices."

Piper glanced up at the hole and nodded. "Yeah, it is sort of an eyesore."

"It's much more than that. What caused it, anyway?"

"Dinosaur," Piper said simply. At her father shocked expression she added, "Don't worry, Phoebe's on it."

"The dinosaur?" Victor furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Oh, no, Chomper's long gone. Phoebe's working on fixing the hole. See?"

Piper pointed up to the hole, where Phoebe had appeared. She waved down to them, said a few words they couldn't hear, then vanished as the house was magically repaired.

"Wow," Victor said. "Handy."

Piper nodded. "It really is."

After a beat of silence, Victor said, "You know, I've got this plumbing problem..."

"Sorry, Dad." Piper laughed and shook her head. "Can't use magic for personal gain. Damage by demons or dinosaurs, though, is fine."

"Right," Victor said with a nod. "I'll just be going."

Piper watched him drive away then turned her gaze back to the manor. After heaving a sigh she muttered, "Okay, next problem."


"How's that spell coming?" Piper asked as she entered the attic, referring to the spell to summon Father Time.

"Well, since we don't have the Power of Three anymore, I had to reword it," Phoebe said. "But it should work."

Piper nodded. "Okay then. Let's do it."

She took Phoebe's hand and the two of them read the spell from the paper that Phoebe held.

"Father Time we call on you, we summon you with the Power of Two."

Piper smirked and looked sidelong at Phoebe. "Seriously?"

Phoebe shrugged as Father Time appeared in a great flash of light. "Well, it worked," she muttered.

"Is there something wrong?" Father Time asked.

"You should know," Piper scoffed. "Aren't you supposed to be made of time, or somethi--"

"Paige is trapped somewhere in the past," Phoebe said, cutting to the chase.

Father Time closed his eyes for a moment. "Ah, yes. I can see it now. How unfortunate..."

"Unfortunate?!" Piper snapped.

"Piper." Phoebe placed a calming hand on her sister's shoulder, who sighed and looked away. To Father Time she said, "She was fighting with a knight and somehow must have been sent back with him. We need to get her back before she changes anything."

Father Time nodded. "True."

"Will you send us back?" Phoebe asked.

"I cannot."

"You cannot?" Piper asked angrily. "Why the hell not? We saved your ass not even an hour ago. You owe us."

"Actually, it was because of you that my ass needed saving." He paused, then shook his head. "However, that is not the point. I cannot send you back because I am not yet up to my full strength. I do not have the power."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Piper asked. "She is our sister, we can't just leave her there."

"As you know," Father time said, "there are several ways to go back in time. It is your job to find one of those ways. Mind you, try to save your sister as quickly as you can. Time has been toyed with enough recently." With that, he was gone.

Piper's mouth hung open, her hands clenched into fists. "Oh, I could just..."

"Piper, calm down," Phoebe said. "We can do this." She stepped over to the Book of Shadows and started to flip through it. "Now, I'm going to look for a way to go back in time."

"What should I do?"

Phoebe paused in mid-flip. "Well, we're going to need some way to keep our powers while in the past. Otherwise we'll have little chance of saving Paige, not to mention ourselves."

Piper nodded. "All right. Maybe I can make a potion."

"Good idea," Phoebe said.

Piper turned toward the stairs, talking over her shoulder as she went. "But I swear, nothing else better pop up today, because I can't handle another problem."


Outside a darkened liquor store a head of raven black hair popped up through the pavement, followed by a pair of hazel-green eyes that glanced around the vacant parking lot. After a moment, the rest of the body of this girl rose up out of the pavement until she was standing on it, dressed in black jeans, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket.

Her name was Raven Anderson. She was nineteen years old, had a bad attitude and an even worse reputation for getting in trouble. The young witch had the power of phasing, which gave her the ability to spread out her molecules and pass through solid objects. Since before she could remember she had used the power to get whatever she wanted.

Raven glanced around again before she flashed a wicked smile and turned towards the store.

Inside the rising sun shone through the glass front door, glinting off bottles of hard liquor sitting on the shelves. The place was silent, having not yet opened. Behind the counter Raven entered right through the front wall of the store. Not missing a beat, she went straight for the safe under the counter. She reached for the door, then paused as she caught sight of the bottles of liquor.

With another smile, Raven vaulted over the counter and grabbed a bottle of vodka off the shelf, popping it open and taking a long swig. She swallowed and shuddered as the burning liquid went down her throat, then laughed and threw the bottle over her shoulder, where it shattered on the floor, splashing vodka across the tile.

Raven walked back through the counter, her stomach passing right through the cash register. She knelt down in front of the safe and stuck her hand through the door. When she pulled it back out, she had a stack of bills clenched in her palm.


From behind her there was the cocking of a gun and a voice spoke. "Okay, just put the money down, stand up slowly, and you won't get hurt."

Raven turned her head, flicked the hair out of her eyes, and looked up at the store owner, a middle-aged asian man, who was pointing a shotgun at her. Raven flashed a smile.

"A shotgun, huh? Are you compensating for something?"

"Stand up!" the store owner yelled, jabbing the air with his gun.

"Alright, alright," Raven said, dropping the money as she stood up. "No need to yell. At least... not yet."



Raven swung her right foot up, kicking the man in the crotch. He yelled out in pain and doubled over. Next she kicked him in the face, knocking him over onto his back. She glanced down at her boot to see a smear of red on the toe. Her eyes flicked to the store owner; blood was pouring profusely from his nose.

"You got blood on my favorite boots. You're going to have to pay for that." She bent down and snatched up the money, stuffing it in her jacket with a grin. "Debt settled."

She spotted a security camera in the corner of the opposite wall and followed the wire down to a metal cabinet. She walked past the injured man and over to the cabinet, reaching through it. She bit her lip, moving her arm around inside the cabinet, and finally pulled out a security tape, which she also put inside her jacket.

Raven turned around to find the store owner pointing the gun at her again. He pulled the trigger and a hole was blown in the metal cabinet directly behind Raven. She glanced down at her chest, looked behind her at the hole, then back at the store owner, whose mouth was hanging open in shock.

"You missed."

"But how...?"

Raven ignored him and looked at her watch. "Sorry, gotta go. Mom's going to be shaking me awake in about ten minutes." She ran at the store owner and passed right through him. He yelled out and spun around. "See ya."

Raven winked, blew him a kiss, then walked backward through the wall.


Paige let out a yelp as the knight named Horace threw her backwards onto a pile of pillows. As a ravenous grin came over his mouth, a disgusted frown came over Paige's.

Horace came at her, laughing, his hands outstretched as if he was about to open a gift on Christmas. Just as he came into range, Paige planted her foot in the worst place you can kick a man. Horace cried out in pain, his face turning as red as a ripe tomato.

"Why you little!" he wheezed.

Now he was angry. He grabbed Paige, covering her mouth as she screamed. She struggled, but even though she had been fighting demons for five years, she wasn't strong enough to fight against Horace's strong grip.

The door suddenly swung open, smacking against the stone wall with a loud crack. Another knight entered, eyes flitting around the room until they landed on the scene of Horace and Paige.

"What in blazes are you doing?" asked the knight.

"Just having a little fun, Will," Horace grunted. He threw a glare at Paige. "That was until she kicked me... well... you know where."

Will's eyes focused on Paige and they widened instantly.

"You fool!" he shouted, running forward and pulling Horace away from Paige. "Get off of her!"

"Why?" Horace asked, trying to smack Will away.

"That's the Enchantress you blundering idiot!" Will screamed.

Horace leapt away from Paige as if she were suddenly covered in thorns. He started to back across the room, apologies flowing from his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, mistress. I didn't know. I've never seen you before and I didn't-- I'm... uh..."

Paige suddenly realized that she must have been transported back to the time that her evil past self lived in. Which most certainly worked to her advantage.

With a smile, Paige got to her feet.

"That's quite all right," she said, dusting herself off. "I was about to turn you into a pig, so nothing would have happened to me. You, on the other hand, would have become my next meal."

Horace's face, which had been so red just a minute before, now became as pale a white as that of a ghost. You could almost see right through him, the resemblance was so great.

"Now... be gone!" Paige said with a wave of her hand.

Horace didn't need to be told twice. He flew out of the room faster than a bat out of hell.

Paige laughed with glee and then turned her eyes on Will, who immediately bowed.

"What can I do to make up for that idiot man's foolishness?" he asked.

Paige glanced down at her clothes, which were covered in mud.

"Could you get me some new clothes?" Paige asked.

"Certainly," Will said. "Would you like me to have the servants wash those..." He eyed Paige's clothes that were considerably strange to him. "... Uh... garments?" he finally said.

Paige was about to say yes, but stopped herself. She realized that she couldn't chance having her clothes left in this time. Who knew how the world could change just by having better fashion earlier?

"No," she said. The next words out of her mouth pained her to say them. "Burn them. The stink of that man could never be washed out. They must be destroyed."

"As you wish," Will said. "I will return with your new clothes shortly." He then turned and left almost as quickly as Horace had.

Paige pouted as she looked down at her clothes.

"I'm going to miss you all so much," she said with a sigh. She turned to the window and looked out over the vast landscape. "I hope Piper and Phoebe have a plan to get me out of here."


"Another plan, another failure," Candor said with a sigh. Not that a spirit could truly sigh, but it was what it represented that mattered. Candor and the other two members of the Triad held council in their chamber, the only light coming from the glowing platform above which they floated.

"Maybe we should give up," Baliel said. "The Charmed Ones are just too powerful."

"I still believe there is a chance," Asmodeus said. "Billie's information on the sisters is vast, but it is just not enough."

"They need more power," Baliel said.

"Do you think it is time to retrieve one of the potentials?" Candor asked, raising an eyebrow.

Asmodeus smiled. "It is the perfect time."

"But which one?" Baliel asked.

"One of our spies reported just recently that Raven is ready to be turned," responded Asmodeus. "Let us summon Dumain and Christy."

Together they closed their eyes and focused their power. After a moment, Dumain and Christy appeared before them. Dumain instantly dropped to one knee, bowing low.

"What is it you wish of us?"

"We have a job for you," Asmodeus said.


"Piper!" Phoebe called. She came bounding down the stairs and past the stained-glass window, where the morning sun streamed through and splashed rays of different colored light across the room. "I had an idea of how to save Paige!" She was about to head to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Phoebe jogged over to the front door and opened it, revealing Henry.

Uh oh, Phoebe said inwardly. But on the outside she flashed a wide smile. "Henry, hi."

"Hey Phoebe," he said. He looked past her and into the manor. "Is Paige here?"

Phoebe bit her lip and grimaced. "Um... no, not really."

Henry's gaze flitted back to Phoebe. "What do you mean? Where is she?"

Phoebe sighed. "I guess I should tell you the truth since you're her husband..."

Henry nodded. "That's a good idea."

"Okay." Phoebe took a deep breath and spoke her words slowly and softly, as if that would dampen their impact. "The thing is... Paige is stuck in the past."

It didn't work.

"... What?" Henry asked, clearly shocked.

Phoebe quickly plastered on another smile. "But don't worry, we're going to get her back," she said, trying to sound chipper. "We've gone back in time before. It's no big deal."

"It is to me!" Henry snapped.

"Okay, I can sense that you're scared and angry. Something I don't even need to use empathy for."

Henry frowned. "You're an empath?"

"Oh, right, you never knew that," Phoebe said. She shook her head waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. The point is that we are going to save Paige. So you just go home and she'll be back before you know it. Okay?"

Phoebe gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder and was thrown into a premonition.

She was in a different house, in someone's kitchen. Half-eaten bowls of cereal sat on the table, along with some unopened mail. Phoebe squinted at at the name printed on the letters: Anderson.

A scream made her spin around to see a body on the floor. It was a woman, her pink bathrobe stained with dark red blood, her eyes frozen open.

Phoebe suddenly found herself in the living room. There was a man in an armchair and a young boy on the floor in front of the television. Cartoon animals paraded across the screen, but neither man nor boy watched them; both were dead.

Another scream. Phoebe followed it towards the back of the house. She felt herself being pulled to one door in particular, several "KEEP OUT" signs posted upon it. Without opening the door, Phoebe was in the room.

A girl with black hair and looking to be about nineteen was there, sitting on the floor, back up against the wall. She was shaking with fear and tears were streaming down her face.

The closed door started to rattle on its hinges and Phoebe turned to it just as the door burst open.

Phoebe gasped for air as she came out of her vision. She realized she was gripping Henry's shoulder very tightly and dropped her arm to her side. Henry looked very confused.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Premonition," Phoebe breathed. She closed her eyes and tried to remember every detail. "Murder at someone's house... I think their name was Anderson. The rest of the family was dead, but there was this girl with black hair..." She opened her eyes and looked up at Henry. "She's in trouble."

Henry frowned. "Girl with black hair? Raven Anderson? That's one of my parolees."

"Okay, call the police and get over there as fast as you can."

"What about you?" Henry asked.

"Piper and I have to go save Paige," Phoebe said. "We don't have time for this."

"But the police aren't prepared to take on demons," Henry said.

Phoebe shook her head. "I don't think it's demons that do it. I didn't see any. Even if it is demons, they don't want to get exposed anymore than we do, so if you get enough people there they won't stick around."

"Okay. Call me the minute you get Paige back," Henry said, running back to his car.

Piper came into the foyer as Phoebe was closing the door.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"Henry, looking for Paige," Phoebe said.

"Did you tell him...?"

Phoebe nodded. "Yeah, he didn't take it that well. But then I got a premonition about one of his parolees and that took his mind off of it."

"Wait, what?" Piper asked. "What premonition?"

"Some kind of murder," Phoebe said. "But he's getting the police and is going to take care of it."

"Phoebe, you get premonitions for a reason. Shouldn't we be the ones dealing with this?"

"Maybe I got it so I could warn him," Phoebe said with a shrug. "Besides, we don't have time for that, literally. We need to go save Paige. Do you have the potion?"

Piper held up two vials filled with a purple liquid. "You have some sort of spell?"

Phoebe shook her head. "No, but I do have an idea. A few weeks ago Coop took me back in time to see my past loves. I thought maybe he would let us use his ring to be able to go back and get Paige."

Piper frowned. "Wait, he can go back in time? Why didn't he say anything to me when I was trying to reverse time before?!"

Phoebe shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well summon his ass so I can ask him," Piper snapped.

Phoebe called for Coop and he appeared in a flash of pink light. Piper wasted no time to start grilling him.

"You can go back in time?" she asked angrily, crossing her arms.

"Uh... Maybe?" Coop said, glancing from Piper to Phoebe. "What's going on?"

"Paige is stuck in the past," Phoebe said. "I was wondering if we could use your ring to go back and get her."

Coop sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, Phoebe. I can't let you do that. It's against the rules."

"So that's why you didn't say anything before?" Piper asked.

"Yeah," Coop said with a nod. "But I knew then that you would find another way, and you did."

"Yeah, by making a deal with a demon," Piper said. "A deal which we still haven't fulfilled."

"Oh, right," Phoebe muttered. "Nomed."

Piper nodded. "Yes, him. Now, we need Paige to vanquish him, so will you please just give us the ring?"

Coop shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"Fine." Piper flicked her hands and Coop froze in place.

"Piper, what are you doing?" Phoebe asked.

"Saving our sister." Piper took the ring off of Coop's finger and slipped it onto her own, where it fit perfectly. "Hmm. Apparently one size fits all." She looked at Phoebe. "You coming or not?"

Phoebe glanced at Coop. "Oh, he's going to be pissed," she moaned, joining her sister.

Piper handed Phoebe one of the vials. "Drink that," she said, gulping down her own. After Phoebe was finished she took the vial back and placed both of them on the small table next to the wall.

"That was gross," Phoebe said, making a face.

"Ready?" Piper asked, taking Phoebe's hand. She closed her eyes and waited. After a moment, she peeked open one eye to find that they hadn't moved. She opened both eyes and let out and aggravated sigh. "How the hell does this thing work?"

"Don't ask me," Phoebe said.

"Well, how did Coop make it work with you?"

Phoebe bit her lip. "I think he used it to follow the pull of my heart...?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?"

"Let's just both focus on Paige!"

The two closed their eyes once more and, after a long moment, disappeared in a flash of pink light.

Coop unfroze and looked around.

"What...? Where'd they go?" he wondered aloud. He looked down at his hand and noticed his ring was missing. "Ah crap..."


Raven ran through the woods, not bothering to go around the trees, instead passing right through them. Her long black hair flowed behind her, rippling in the wind like a dark liquid. Her hair had used to be red, but she had gotten so sick of her parents calling her their little "cherry berry." Along with her hair she had changed her name to Raven. She didn't tell anyone her real name, and gave her parents a look of death anytime they started to say it.

She ran through the woods until she came around the the back of her one story home that sat on the edge of the woods. She fixed her hair in the reflection of a window and straightened her leather jacket. She loved leather. She just loved the way it felt on her skin. It was one of the few things she wore and everything she wore was black. One day her mom had given her a pink blouse; Raven had burned it.

Moving towards the wall, Raven passed right through it, reveling in the strange, but exhilarating feeling it gave her. She loved being a witch. Her whole family were witches, but she was different. They barely used their powers, and, when they did, it was only for doing good, like helping people. Gross.

"Why should I help others when I can help myself?" Raven had said many times.

Her parents told her that to use her powers for personal gain was wrong and that there would be consequences. But Raven didn't care. She decided that since everyone else used their natural abilities to help themselves succeed, she was going to do the same.

Raven pulled the wad of money out of her jacket pocket and smiled, flipping through the bills to see how much she had been able to steal from the liquor store's safe. It was a lot, but she could have gotten a lot more if the owner hadn't interfered with his shotgun. She slid open the top drawer of her dresser and stuffed the money inside, hiding it under her collection of thongs.

She hadn't really been afraid of the gun; it wasn't a threat to her. The bullet just went right through her. The thing she was afraid of was of being seen. Raven pulled the security tape out of her other jacket pocket and dropped it in the trash. Hopefully it had been dark enough that the store owner hadn't seen her face properly. If he had, she'd be in it deep with her parole officer, and then she'd probably be shipped off to jail.

Raven had gotten caught before. But since she hadn't hurt anyone, and vowed to be a good little girl, the judge let her go. All she got was some community service and a parole officer. She didn't really mind having to go see him. She thought he was hot.

Once, she had thought that after her dues were paid that she and him could get together. But then she found out he had gotten married.

"Lucky chick," Raven had thought. "He's a keeper."

Even though he was taken, that didn't mean she couldn't still fantasize about him. Or flirt with him. That wasn't against the law.

"Not that I would care if it was," she said to herself. She turned around and a pink sock on the floor, almost lost amongst a bunch of other strewn about laundry, caught her eye. Raven sighed.

"Nice try, mom," she said. "But you know I don't wear pink. Not even pink socks."

The sock suddenly started to grow and warp, and a moment later it had become a middle aged woman dressed in a pink bathrobe. Her arms were crossed and a mix of anger and disappointment was etched on her face.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

Raven shrugged. "Out," was all she said.

"Don't lie to me!" her mother snapped. "What did you rob this time? A bank?"

"Too many cameras with too many tapes. The liquor store only had one."

"Dammit!" her mother yelled. She ran a hand through her graying hair. "Why are you doing this again? Do you want to go to jail?"

"No, but if I did it wouldn't matter. Not even they could hold me, you know that."

"That is not the point! You are using your powers for personal gain."

"Who made up the rules about the right way to use our powers?" Raven countered. "You? I don't think so. They're my powers and I am going to use them any way I want."

"But you could expose magic."

Raven shrugged again. "So? It's stupid to just hide it. We could be rich. We could be famous. But no, we just act like normal people, hiding who we really are when we're better than them."

"Don't think that way. You want to be racist?"

"Oh please," Raven groaned, rolling her eyes. "Don't go all Martin Luther King on me, Mom. I'm not racist, I'm just stating a fact. Can the regular old guy on the street walk through walls? No. If he tried, he'd break his nose. But I can. See? Better."


"Ah!" Raven held up a trembling finger, suddenly very angry. "That's not my name. My name is Raven and you know it."

Her mother sighed and shook her head. Without another word, she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Raven smiled and flopped down on her bed. "I win again."

There was a sudden scream and Raven sat bolt upright, all of her cocky demeanor gone.

"... Mom?"


Piper and Phoebe appeared in a muddy field in a flash of pink light. All around them were knights in what would be shining armor, if not for all the mud. Several were bent over bodies that were dead on the ground, taking anything of value.

A few knights suddenly noticed the sisters and yelled out, drawing their swords.

"More prisoners to take," one said.

"Yet they dress quite strangely," said another. "Like the one Horace took earlier."

"What does it matter how they dress?" said a third. "They are still good for the taking." He smiled and licked his lips, eyeing Piper. "Load them into the wagon. We'll take them back to the castle."

"Or..." Piper waved her hands and the knights froze in their tracks. "Potions worked."

"Piper, wait," Phoebe said.

"Wait for what?" Piper snapped. "Did you see the look in that guy's eyes? I don't even want to think about what I think he's thinking about."

"But didn't you hear them?" Phoebe asked. "They said there was another one. That must be Paige. And if they want to take us back to the castle..."

"Then that must be where Paige is," Piper concluded.

"Yes. Now unfreeze them so we can be taken prisoner."

Piper sighed. "Fine. But if he makes one move on me I can't be held responsible for what I might do."

"Piper," Phoebe said, a warning tone in her voice. "You can't blow him up. That would probably mess up the fabric of time."

"Okay, okay. But you can't stop me from kicking him where the sun don't shine."

"That I'm okay with," Phoebe said.

Piper waved her hands again and time restarted.

"Easy!" Piper yelled as the knight that was eyeing her grabbed her by the arm.

The two sisters were dragged to a horse drawn wagon and thrown in the back, where another knight chained their wrists.

"Kinky," Phoebe said with a wry smile.

"Oh, shut up," Piper muttered.


"Okay, tell me again what we're doing here?" Billie asked. She and Christy had just appeared in the woods behind Raven's house, via teleportation potion.

"Dumain got word that a clan of demons were going to attack this family of witches," Christy explained. "He thinks we may be too late to save the rest of the family, but we may be able to save the teenage daughter."

They made their way out of the woods and around to the front of the house. Several police cars were parked in the driveway and by the curb, lights flashing. An ambulance was also there; a covered body on a gurney was being loaded into it.

"Uh oh," Billie said.

"What?" Christy asked.

"Henry," Billie said, pointing.

Henry stood near the front door of the house, talking to a police officer. He glanced over and saw them, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Let's get out of here," Billie hissed.

Christy grabbed her sister's arm and held her still. "No, wait. We have to find this girl. It's important. We can't let a mortal scare us away."

"But--" Billie stopped talking as Henry came walking over. He tried to act confident; they wouldn't dare try to hurt him in such a crowd. At least, that's what he hoped.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked.

"We came to stop the demons," Christy said casually.

"So it was demons..." Henry said, mostly to himself.

Christy tilted her head and smiled. "Oh, you didn't know?"

"How did you?" Henry responded.

Christy's smile widened. "We have our resources." She paused and the smile turned into a frown. "But you... How did you and the police get here so fast? The attack couldn't have happened more than a few minutes ago. Besides, you're not a police officer, so why would you be here anyway?"

"Phoebe had a--" Henry stopped himself as he realized he shouldn't be telling those two anything about the sisters.

"A premonition?" Christy asked. She could tell by Henry's expression that she was right. "Well, where is she?"


"Not here, right?" Christy smirked. "Getting the premonition seemed like enough for her, huh? Actually coming and stopping it was too much work?"

They stepped out of the way as another gurney was pushed by.

"Just think," Christy said, eyeing the gurney. "If she and her sisters cared about anyone but themselves, they could have stopped this from happening."

"That's not true," Henry protested.

"Uh huh." Christy turned away and watched as another gurney came out through the front door. "Is that it? Three bodies?"

Henry nodded. "Middle-aged woman and man, and a young boy." He sighed and whispered, "I hope Raven's okay."

"Raven," Billie said. "She must be the girl we have to save."

"Dumain said she had the power of phasing," Christy said. Her eyes flicked back to the house. "So she might still be hiding in there."

"Wait," Henry said, confused. "Raven's a witch?"

Christy nodded and turned to Billie. "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Henry called after them.

The sisters ignored him and walked around to the back of the house. They came to a window and Christy tried to open it. "Locked," she muttered.

"Allow me." Billie waved her hand and they heard the lock click.

Christy gave it another try and the window slid up and open. The two climbed in and looked around the dim room. The sun was just high enough in the sky to give them enough light to see without turning on any lights.

Christy glanced around at the very teenage messiness of the place. "This looks like her room."

Billie opened the door to the closet, too a quick look inside, then closed it again. She turned back to Christy and shrugged. "I don't see her anywhere. Maybe she ran off."

"Maybe." Christy got up off the floor from looking under the bed and turned to her sister. Her eyes widened as she saw a dark haired girl suddenly rise up from the floor behind Billie. "Look out!"

Before Billie could react, Raven grabbed onto her, wrapping her arm around Billie's throat. Billie latched onto the arm and bent forward, flipping the girl over her back and onto the floor. Raven leapt up and took a fighting stance as Billie circled around her to stand next to Christy.

"Hey, we're not here to hurt you," Billie said, her hands raised in a gesture of nonviolence.

"We want to help you," Christy said. "We know your family was killed by demons. We were coming to stop them, but... we arrived too late. We're sorry."

Raven stared at them through her fierce green eyes, which were filled with pain and anger, but most of all, fear. She slowly dropped her arms to her sides. "Are you witches?" she asked.

Christy nodded. "Yes. A friend of our's told us about the demon clan that was going to attack your family. We came to help."

"Well, you're too late," Raven spat. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that were just begging to pour from her eyes. Never in her life had she been one to cry, but now the urge to was almost unbearable.

"Look," Billie said, "We know what you're going through."

Raven gave a harsh laugh. "How could you possibly know what I'm going through? Have you lost your family to demons?"


Raven was taken aback. All she could say was, "Oh."

"But I still have my sister," Billie said, motioning to Christy. "We help each other get through the hard times. Maybe we can also help you."

"How?" Raven asked.

Billie shrugged. "We can at least give you a safe place to stay."

"Maybe we can do more than that," Christy said, a strange glint in her eye. "You see... we know who sent those demons." Billie shot her sister an inquisitive look, but Christy continued. "We can help you get revenge."

There was a long beat of silence, in which Raven's eyes flicked back and forth between the two Jenkins sisters, judging their sincerity. Finally she said, "Just let me grab some clothes."


Back in the past a grand party was taking place in the castle's large dining hall. Playful music played as court jesters did flips and tricks in between the several tables of the hall, where noble men and women talked and laughed while they ate.

Up at the King's table, which was raised up on a platform of stone, Paige sat next to the King himself. He was quite a large man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a white mustache. He sat watching Paige with adoring eyes, chin in one hand, a goblet of mead in the other.

Paige was now dressed in a large green gown and looked very uncomfortable, now and then scratching her arms in annoyance at the itchy fabric.

"You are the most beautiful maiden I have ever laid eyes upon," the King said airily.

"Yeah, you've mentioned that," Paige said, then muttered, "Like five times already."

A servant came by and set a large plate in front of her, on which laid a roasted pig with its head still attached. Paige looked disgusted. She grabbed the servant's sleeve and tugged lightly.

"Is there a problem, your grace?"

"Uh, you know, I'm actually a... vegetarian." She nodded fervently as she latched onto that idea. "Yep, that's it. Vegetarian. Sorry."

The servant looked at her questioningly. "What may be this 'vegetarian' that you speak of?"

"Oh, right. You wouldn't know what that is," Paige said. "Okay, well, it means that I don't eat meat."

The servant stared at her.

"You know what, roasted pig is fine. Just... fine. Not exactly a BLT, but, hey, whatcha' gonna do?" More staring. Paige wracked her brain for a way to make him leave. "Now... begone!" she said with a wave of her hand. "Before I turn you into a... turnip, or... something."

The servant's eyes widened and he scurried off. Paige grinned and sipped her mead.

"I could get used to this."


"The first thing I'm going to do when we get home is burn these clothes," Phoebe said. She and Piper sat in the back of the rickety wagon as it was pulled along towards the castle by a tired looking horse.

"Hopefully you'll change out of them first," Piper said with a smirk.

Phoebe glared. "Of course I will. But I'm just really getting sick of them. I've been wearing these clothes for far too long. Besides, now they have hay stains on them." She grimaced as she wiped some wet hay from her pants.

"I've been wearing mine longer," Piper said. "Time wasn't reversed for me when I was in the Underworld."

"Which brings up another point," Phoebe said. "I died in these clothes. Do you know how much that sucks? When I actually die I want to be wearing something... sexy."

"Hopefully when you actually die you'll be very old with lots and lots of kids." As an afterthought Piper added, "And by then no one will want to see you wearing something sexy."

"Hey!" Phoebe gave her sister a slap.

Piper laughed and then stopped as she looked around. They had arrived at the castle and were in a courtyard just inside the castle walls. The knight that had given Piper the eye from before came around to the back of the wagon to unlock their chains.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you," he said, practically slobbering.

"Oh god," Piper groaned with disgust. Once the chains were off, she waved her hands, freezing the knight, along with everyone else in the courtyard. "Okay, let's go."

She and Phoebe scrambled out of the wagon and ran over to the large double doors that led into the interior of the castle, slipping past the two guards that stood in front of it. Piper tried to open them, but to no avail.

"Locked," she muttered. She took a few steps back and raised her hands.

"Whoa!" Phoebe shouted, grabbing Piper's arms and pulling them down. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I was about to blow up the doors before you stopped me."

"You can't do that," Phoebe said. "That's too much damage, it could cause too much change. Plus, it would alert everyone in the castle. Do we really want that?"

Piper sighed. "I guess not."

"I didn't think so."

"Well then, how do we get in?" Piper asked.

Phoebe looked up and saw an open window. "There," she said, pointing. "I can levitate up there and then come down and let you in."

Piper looked skeptical. "Are you sure?" she asked. "You haven't levitated in over two years." She looked up at the window that was a good fifteen feet above them. "Don't you think that's a little high for one so rusty?"

"Nah," Phoebe said with a shake of her head. "It's just like riding a bike." With that, she leapt into the air, levitating up, and up, until she reached the window sill. She landed, waved down to Piper, then hopped down into the room that the window looked out of.

It was a small room, with a cozy fire crackling in the fireplace built into the left wall. Luckily the room was empty, and Phoebe quickly made her way across it to the door. After making sure the coast was clear, she tiptoed down the hallway and down a flight of stairs. She reached the bottom and peeked around the corner. There was the main doorway, but there were also two knights standing guard. Phoebe bit her lip; how to get past them?

On a whim she stepped out of hiding and called, "Yoo hoo!" She waved and the guards came running towards her. Phoebe bolted back around the corner and got behind a suit of armor. As the guards came around the corner, she pushed and the armor came crashing down on them, slamming them to the floor and knocking them unconscious.

Phoebe checked to make sure they were alright, then ran back to the front doors and pulled them open. Piper stood there with her arms crossed.

"About time," she said. "My freezes don't last forever, you know." She stepped inside the castle and closed the doors behind her, releasing the freeze outside before she did so. "Now to find Paige."

The two walked down the hall, then paused as they reached the unconscious guards. Piper eyed them and the knocked over suit of armor. "I knew I heard something." She threw a look at her Phoebe. "Hypocrite."

"Oh, shush." Phoebe took Piper by the arm and pulled her down the hallway.


Paige glowered down at her plate, which she hadn't touched, then grabbed her large cloth napkin and threw it over the plate of roasted pig.

"Much better."

She yelped and flinched as the King pinched her. The King laughed and reached for her again. Paige snatched up her fork and stabbed the King's hand. He yowled with pain and retracted his hand, bringing it to his mouth.

Paige grimaced apologetically. "Sorry. Reflex."

"Oh, it is quite alright," the King said as he cradled his hand. "The pain is worth it, just to be in your presence."

"Okay, what is wrong with you?" Paige asked. "All night you have been acting like you're in love with me."

"Because I am!" The King looked into Paige's eyes, which she now noticed were slightly glazed over. The King gave a stupid grin and said, "Which is odd, for nigh a month ago I was going to have you killed." He laughed and swigged his drink. "But that is all in the past. Now, let me kiss you."

Paige gave a nervous laugh and leaned away from him. "Now, while that sounds like a hoot and a half, we'll have to postpone it because I have to... uh... go to the bathroom.

She leapt up from her chair just as the King leaned in for a smooch, causing him to topple over. Paige barely glanced back as she scurried away and exited through a side door and found herself in the kitchen. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh. After a long moment she opened them again to find the kitchen servants all watching her.

"Hey, how ya doin'?" More staring. On a whim Paige said, "You know, the King's plate is looking pretty empty out there..."

That did it. Immediately the servants jumped into action, bolting around the kitchen and now ignoring Paige completely. She momentarily smiled, then looked heavenward.

"Okay, I'm ready to go home now."


Working on making Paige's wish come true, Piper and Phoebe slunk down an upstairs hallway, arms linked. Phoebe suddenly halted and Piper stumbled.

"What is it?" Piper asked.

"It's Paige," Phoebe said. "I can sense her."

"Well what are you getting from her?" the older sister asked, worried. "Pain? Fear?"

"No... confusion." Phoebe walked slowly forward, then paused at an intersection, looking from right to left.

Piper frowned. "Is it mine?"

"Ssh!" Phoebe pointed left. "This way."

They arrived at an open doorway, where the sounds of screaming and clashing swords echoed off the stone walls. The two peeked around the door and saw themselves chained to a wall while Leo was fighting with a guard.

"Oh, my god," Piper whispered. "We're in the world of the Evil Enchantress. A.K.A., Paige's past life."

"We sure are seeing a lot of her lately," Phoebe mused.

Piper sighed as she watched her husband fight. "I miss him."

"I know," Phoebe said sympathetically. "I do too."

"Do you think maybe we could just go in there and warn them?"

"No!" Phoebe hissed. "That could change everything about our future."

"Maybe for the better," Piper said. "Can't we just tell them that in four years some blonde chick is going to intrude on their lives, and if they see her they should just kill her?"


"Yeah, yeah," Piper grumbled. "It's just nice to dream." She frowned and squinted her eyes. "Hey... Who's that under the table?"

Phoebe looked and her eyes widened. "Oh. Well, that would just be me and Paige..."

"And you and Paige are there because...?"

"Remember that spell you cast when you and Leo first went to marriage counseling?"

"Ah," Piper said with a nod. "Enough said."

"Oh crap," Phoebe moaned. "I think I was sensing the Paige under the table. That's why I sense the confusion." She paused and looked around. "Okay, my turn for confusion. I'm sensing another Paige."

"It better be the right one this time," Piper muttered.

A sudden explosion was heard from the end of the hall and made the two of them jump. Inside the room their past selves looked up as well.

"What's that sound?" Past Phoebe asked.

"Paige..." Past Piper breathed. Another explosion. "Potion! Potion, potion, potion!"

"Uh oh," Piper whispered.

She and Phoebe stepped back and flattened against the wall as the Piper, Phoebe, and Leo from the past came running out and down the hall toward the sound of more explosions. Piper threw out her left hand after them and their past selves froze in their tracks. She and Phoebe slipped past them, but Piper stopped to look at Leo, heaving a sigh.

"Come on!" Phoebe grabbed Piper by the arm and dragged her down the hallway, Piper following reluctantly.

The two ran down the hall and peeked into another room. This time they saw the Enchantress and Paige from four years before, duking it out by throwing lightning bolts at one another, while the Prince, under a love spell, sat on the bed, watching in confusion.

"Ah crap," Phoebe groaned. "Wrong one."

Piper glanced behind them. "Well, we can't go back the way we came, or we'll run into our past selves."

Phoebe pointed to a door across the room. "We can get out that way."

"Then find our Paige and get the hell out of here." Piper flicked her hands and froze the room. She and Phoebe entered the chamber and made their way for the other door.

"You two!"

The sisters skidded to a stopped and turned to see the Enchantress glowering at the.

"Uh, she didn't freeze," Phoebe said.

Piper rolled her eyes. "I can see that."

The Enchantress suddenly raised her hands, sending a blast of wind at the two sisters. Phoebe dived out of the way, but Piper was sent flying out of a window.

"Piper!" Phoebe yelled. She ran to the window and looked down to see Piper laying in a wagon that sat below the window. Luckily, she had landed on a great heap of dung that sat steaming, freshly shoveled, in the wagon.

"Ah crap!" Piper moaned.

"Are you okay?" Phoebe called from above.

"I'm fine! Just go find the real Paige!"

Phoebe turned from the window as the Enchantress got ready to send another blast of wind her way.

"Oh, no you don't!" Phoebe quickly tapped into the Enchantresse's powers with her empathy and shot a bolt of lightning at her. The Enchantress ducked out of the way, giving Phoebe enough time to run for the door.

She made it through just in time; everything unfroze and Paige was once again on the attack. The Enchantress glanced after Phoebe, then attacked Paige with her own bolt of lighting, who dove out of the way.

The Prince leapt off the bed and got in front of the Enchantress. "Don't hurt her." With a wave of her hand, the Enchantress smacked the Prince against the wall with a burst of wind.

Phoebe peeked back into the room as the Piper, Phoebe, and Leo from the past ran in from the hallway, not being able to resist watching the scene from her past for just a minute.

The Enchantress was flabbergasted. She looked at Piper, then towards the window. "But you..."

"Throw the potion!" Past Paige yelled.

The Enchantress raised her arms to summon another blast of wind, but Paige was too fast, sending her own wind attack from her palms, knocking the Enchantress off her feet.

"Now!" she yelled.

Phoebe watched herself and Piper throw the power stripping potion, then turned and ran down a dim stairwell. As she came out into a hallway, someone suddenly reached out and grabbed her. Phoebe screamed, but stopped when she saw it was Paige.

"Phoebe!" Paige said, relieved. "Finally!"

Phoebe eyed her sister's medieval clothes suspiciously. "You better be the right one."

"Huh?" Paige said with a frown.

"Never mind," Phoebe said. "Are you okay?"

Paige shrugged. "Well, I'm not hurt. But did you know we're in the time of the Evil Enchantress?"

Phoebe nodded. "There have been clues."

"Well everyone here thinks I'm her," Paige continued. "I think she put the King under a spell, which is the only reason why people follow her orders, because the King tells them to."

"Or because she's fricken' scary," Phoebe added.

"That too. Oh, and you know that Prince we met four years ago? He's the King's son."

"So that's why she put him under a love spell. Guess she didn't want to get with the King."

Paige shook her head. "Nope. He's old and ugly." She paused. "And very grabby."

"Right. Well, Piper's waiting outside with Coop's ring."


"I'll explain later," Phoebe said.

"You!" came an angry voice from down the hall.

The two turned to see the King, face red with anger, marching down the hall towards them.

"Is that the King?" Phoebe asked.

Paige nodded. "Uh huh."

"Guess the spell wore off when our past selves stripped the Enchantress of her powers." When Paige gave her a questioning look, she said, "They're upstairs."

Several guards had now joined the King and they were all running full speed at the two witches.

"Run!" Phoebe yelled.

The sisters ran down the hall, Paige having some difficulty with the large dress she wore. They finally made it to the courtyard, but there were guards there too. The King came up behind them a moment later, a look of satisfaction sitting upon his face. They were surrounded.

"Your spell finally wore off," the King said to Paige. "You will pay with your life for what you have done."

"Phoebe, do something," Paige hissed.

"Uh... Look! A dragon!" Phoebe shouted, pointing to the sky. The King and his guards all looked up in terror. Phoebe and Paige bolted as Phoebe muttered, "I can't believe that worked."

Piper came running up to them. "You the real deal?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"It's her," Phoebe said.

"Good," Piper said. "Then let's get out of here." She held out her hand to Paige, who scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Ew. Piper, what is that smell?"

"Well, I landed in sh--"

"Can we just go?!" Phoebe yelled.

The guards were coming for them again. The sisters grasped hands and the ring on Piper's finger glowed. Just before the guards reached them, they disappeared in a flash of pink light.

"Where'd they go?" the King wondered.

He turned and saw the Enchantress trying to sneak out of the castle as she made her way towards a horse. Now that her powers were gone, she knew that she had to get far away from the castle.

"There she is!" the King yelled. "Kill her!"

The Enchantress ran, screaming, as all the King's men chased after her.


The sisters appeared in the manor, next to the stairs.

"Home sweet home," Paige said with a pleasant sigh.

At that moment, Coop came in from the dining room, clearly angry.

"Piper, what did you think you were doing?"

"Look, we got Paige back, and here's your ring, safe and sound." She slipped the ring off her finger and handed it to Coop. "Now, I'm going to go take a very long shower."

"And I'm going to change," Phoebe said. "I'm so glad I still have some clothes here."

"Me too," Paige said. "This dress is kind of itchy and so not me."

The sisters headed up the stairs, leaving Coop to stare after them.

"Oh." Piper paused and looked back. "You might want to wash that." With that, she turned and raced up the stairs.

Coop frowned and looked down at his ring. He sniffed it and reeled back in disgust. "Yeah," he muttered. "I'll do that."


"Why did you say we know who sent the demons?" Billie asked.

She and Christy were in one of the many studies of Magic School, while Raven waited out in the Great Hall. Billie stood with her arms crossed, while Christy leaned against the dusty desk, completely at ease.

"Well, we don't," Christy admitted. "But we can tell her that the Charmed Ones did it."

Billie frowned. "Why?"

"Billie, don't you understand? We are losing this battle," Christy said. "The Charmed Ones are too strong for us. I thought we could use some help, and having Raven think that the Charmed Ones sent those demons will motivate her to help us. We could use another witch on our side."

"But it's a lie," Billie said.

Christy shrugged. "Not really," she said. "We know from Henry that Phoebe got a premonition of the attack. She and her sisters could have stopped Raven's family from being killed. But they didn't. They may as well have sent the demons. Either way, another family is dead because of them."

Billie opened her mouth to respond when a demon shimmered into the room. Billie cried out in surprise, and was about to send him flying, when Christy stopped her.

"Wait! I asked him to come here," she said.

"What?" Billie gasped. "Are you out of your mind? He's a demon!"

"He's an Alchemist," Christy corrected. "And he's willing to help us."

"Help us do what, exactly?" Billie asked.

"You'll see," Christy said with a grin. That same glint from before was back in her eye. Billie couldn't explain why, but it sent shivers up her spine.

Christy led the way out to the Great Hall, where Raven was sitting on a couch, staring down at a photo.

"Raven, I'd like you to meet someone," Christy said.

Raven stuffed the photo into her pocket and wiped her eyes before standing up. "Yeah? Who?"

Christy motioned to the alchemist. "This is Kelmar."

Raven glanced at Kelmar, giving him and his strange robes the once over. "And I should care because...?"

Christy laid a hand upon Raven's shoulder. The younger girl flinched, but did not move away. "I know you're angry," Christy said. "You've lost your family. So Billie and I want you to become a part of ours. Not symbolically, but literally. Kelmar is an Alchemist and he can change your blood to make it our blood."

Raven shook her head and turned away. "That's crazy."

Christy pressed on. "We'd become sisters and become much stronger as witches. Strong enough to enact vengeance on the ones who sent the demons after your family."

At this, Raven looked back at Christy, intrigued.

What are you doing? Billie thought, knowing Christy could hear her.

Trust me, Christy answered telepathically. "Well?" she said to Raven.

Raven looked down at the floor for a long moment. Then: "Let's do it."

Christy smiled. "Good." She motioned to Kelmar, who stepped over and pulled out an athame. Raven jumped back. "It's okay, he just needs some blood for the magic to work." She paused, then said pointedly, "Can you handle that?"

Raven's tough image reset itself. "'Course."

"Hold out your arm," Kelmar said.

Raven did as told and Kelmar cut a line into her arm, blood trickling from it to drip and splatter on the floor. He did the same with Christy and then held his hands over both arms. Electrical energy sprang from his finger tips and entered the wounds. After several moments the energy stopped; the cuts were healed.

"It is done," Kelmar said.

Christy grinned and wrapped her arm around Raven. "Welcome to the family."

Billie stood behind them and watched, as a look of growing doubt shrouded her face.

To be continued...