Short black hair hung in her eyes, covering her tear streaked face. Mascara smudged her cheeks and she wiped it away, her flesh burning. Her green eyes were bright from the pools of tears. Was she crying from joy, or horror? She didn't know. What she did know, as she dropped the stick to the ground, was that she was pregnant.

Seven weeks earlier...

"Phoebe, get up!" Prue Halliwell called as she walked up the stairs. Prue rounded the corner and stood in front of her youngest sister's door. She knocked, when no answer came, she knocked louder. "Phoebe, sweetie, it's time for school." She sighed and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. She stuck it in the lock and fiddled with it until she heard a click. She had learned that from a friend, her friend being the youngest had to learn how to sneak into her siblings room to read their diaries.

Phoebe Halliwell had the covers pulled over her head. She blocked out the florescent light as Prue hit the switch. She put a pillow over her head for extra measure.

"Go away!" Phoebe ordered.

"You have to go to school at some point Phoebe." Prue reminded. She tugged at the covers but Phoebe had a strong grip.

"I'm eleven, I have the rest of my life to go to school. Five more minutes of sleep, that's all I ask."

Prue glared suspiciously. "How long did you stay up 'til?"

Phoebe peeked over the covers. "Not that long."

"Did you stay up trying to unlock the attic again?" Prue questioned, folding her arms.

Phoebe pouted and sat up. "Well, can you blame me, Prue? Why is it locked anyway? Why isn't anything working? Not a knife, nor a bobby pin. I couldn't even find a skeleton key!"

"You know it's dangerous up there, Phoebs."

Phoebe crossed her arms and frowned. Her chin stuck out stubbornly as she shook her head. "Nu-uh! We've never even been up there."

Prue rolled her eyes. "Get out of bed before I sic Grams on you."

Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me." she challenged. She picked up a nearby stuffed animal and whacked Phoebe with it. "Up."

Phoebe rolled over on the bed and stuck her head on the covers. "Five more minutes."

Prue rolled her eyes and walked back downstairs. She sat at the table where Grams handed her her chamomile tea.

"I tried." Prue explained.

Piper chuckled to herself. "No body can get that girl up."

Grams sighed and rubbed her head. "The only one who could was your mother."

Piper smiled weakly. "Barely."

Grams frowned. "Girls–"

"Don't worry, Grams." Prue interrupted. "Everything will be alright. Do you think you could try waking Phoebe up, Piper?"

Piper nodded as she stood up. "It'd be easier finding the Lock Ness Monster."

Prue laughed to herself. She stood up and rinsed out her cup. She walked over and kissed her Grams on the cheek. "I have to go. I'll see you after school!"

"Careful, darling!" Grams called. "Blessed be."

The rest of the day was rather boring for Prue. Classes were the same – boring. The only thing exciting happening, being someone attempting to start a food fight. Prue walked out of her school with her backpack on her shoulders, searching the parking lot, trying to remember where she had parked her car. Aha! She made a beeline towards her car. She pulled her keys out of her back pocket and gasped in surprised when a man suddenly appeared by her side.

He was short, light haired, and had a cocky smile. Typical high school boy, but Prue didn't recognize him.

"Didn't mean to startle you." was his weak attempt at an apology.

Prue rolled her eyes. "Try harder next time. You scared me half to death."

He chuckled. "I apologize." he held out his hand, "I'm...Lucas."

She raised her eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Not interested." she replied. She opened her car door and tossed her backpack in the back seat.

He smirked. "I wasn't giving you a choice." he grabbed her by the arm and his body and Prue's rippled, shimmering away.


How long had she been here? She didn't know. Where was here, anyway? It was cold, vacant. All made of stone and sharp jagged rocks. She tugged uselessly at the bindings on her wrists and feet. Her eyes were blindfolded, but she managed to shake it off.

Lucas, if that indeed was his real name, walked into the cave, smirking. "I like the way this is set up."

"Go to hell."

"No thank you." he replied. "I hope I made you comfortable."

She scowled. "What are you?"

He shook his head. "That isn't the right question. I think the question should be: What do I want?"

"Fine," she spat, "What do you want?"

"You." he answered. "Call me evil, Devil's spawn, psychopath, whatever you desire. However, I prefer the term demon."

She laughed. "I'll stick with psychopath."

He shrugged. "So be it. Us demons need a way to survive. Reproduction, if you will." She shuddered, but otherwise kept her mouth shut. 'Lucas' smiled. His form trembled, the glamor spell wearing off. His real shape took place. Prue screamed in terror as he attacked.

Prue didn't have any recollection of how she wound up in her bed. She turned the alarm off and stood up on shaky feet. She looked down at her body in confusion. Since when did she sleep in her underwear and bra? She shook it off and went to grab her clothes to take a shower.

As soon as she was ready she walked down stairs into the kitchen to find a haggard looking Grams. Prue frowned in concern.

"Are you alright, Grams?"

Grams looked up. Her jaw dropped before she re-closed it and glared. "Where in heaven's sake have you been?"

Prue's eyebrows furrowed. "In my room..."

"Do you have any clue how worried we were?"

"Grams, I have no clue what you're talking about." Prue informed.

Phoebe skipped down the stairs, trying to lighten the mood. "Grams, look, I'm up!" Phoebe halted in her tracks as she got a good look at Prue. "You're back!" she screamed as she ran up to her and gave her a hug.

Prue nodded. "Uh...sure. Phoebe, what day is it?"

"Friday." she answered merrily. "You've been missing for three days, Prue!"

Prue shook her head. Phoebe held tighter to her as she did so. "That can't be right. I've been up in my room."

"Nu-uh!" Phoebe said. "Piper's been in their every five minutes. She's been crying! She thought you were...you know...with mom."

The wrinkle in her forehead grew more prominent. "I don't remember what happened."

Grams stood abruptly from the table. "I have to go do something...in my room. Ask Piper if she'll make breakfast. She's just as good as me." She left quickly, almost running down Piper as she walked down the stairs.

"Piper, guess who showed up!" Phoebe sang. "Prue!"

Piper rammed right into her older sister, sobbing in relief. "Thank God you're okay!"

Prue nodded, pulling her sisters tightly together. "Yeah...Thank God."


Prue cried silently, holding her stomach. How did this happen? How was she going to tell Grams?

"Mom, what am I going to do?" she whispered.

"Prue, darling?" Grams called, knocking on the door. "Are you feeling any better? I brought you some soup and tea. It always helped your mother."

"C-Come in." she choked out.

Grams opened the door to the bathroom. "I put the soup in your room– What's wrong?"

Prue wiped away the streaming tears as she pushed the pregnancy test towards her grandmother.

"W-What is this...?" she trailed off as she held the stick in her hand. "You're pregnant?"

Prue nodded. "I don't know how it happened! I've never had sex before, Grams, you believe me, right?" she let out a wail as the silence filled the room. "I know you wouldn't believe me! O-Oh, God! What am I going to do? You have to believe me! Please, Grams, please!" she cried harder. That's what Prue did. When she was angry, frustrated tears would well into her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was crying out of anger, or hurt. She gasped as a blue ball of energy flew out of her hands and scorched the bathroom wall. "What's happening to me?"

Grams gaped before regaining her composure and sliding down on the floor to hold her grand daughter. "Everything will be alright, Prue. I promise."


Grams pulled Prue out of school, fearing that her new found demonic powers would kill someone. Or maybe she didn't want Prue to get taunted for being a slut. She was pregnant, after all. And only sixteen. However she didn't speak of either and claimed that she could teach far more important lessons than what was the square root of pie.

Phoebe giggled to herself, rubbing her older sister's bump lovingly. "I wish I was pregnant."

"It's a wonderful experience, but my feet are killing me."

"What are you going to name her?" Piper asked, drawing small designs on Prue's stomach.

Prue raised an eyebrow. "Why do we automatically assume it's a her?"

Grams walked into the room, setting the tea on the table beside her. "Because every Halliwell has had a baby girl."

Prue shrugged, "I don't know. I was thinking naming her after Mom."

Phoebe shook her head. "No. You're naming her after me."

"Why not me?" Piper asked, sticking her tongue out at Phoebe.

Prue laughed. "Patricia Piper Phoebe Halliwell?"

"That's a lot of P's." Phoebe stated, giggling. "Let's start a new tradition! Why not...I?"

Prue smiled. "I've always liked the name Isabella."

"You can't break tradition, Prue." Grams scolded. "Name her Paige." she froze, silently cursing herself, but then shooed the thoughts away, because actually, she did like the name Paige. It should be a nice reminder of the baby they gave up. Grams was mad at herself for not thinking of her more often.

"Isabella Marie Paige Halliwell?" Prue wondered. "Isabella Paige Marie Halliwell..."

"I like the first." Piper said with a smile. "But I still think you should name her after me."

Phoebe scoffed. "Even if she was named after you, she'd love me more. I'd be her favorite family member!"

Piper rolled her eyes. "I doubt that. What's so fun about you? Ooh, you can teach her how to back sass."

"Because cooking is soo much fun."

"Girls, girls, girls." Grams interrupted before it started into a real argument. "She would love me the most."

"You wish, Grams." Phoebe and Piper chorused.


Prue, despite the fact that she was covered in sweat, smiled brightly at her child. "Isabella, my sweet Isabella."

Isabella giggled. She closed her fists around Prue's finger and snuggled into her chest. Prue still couldn't explain why Isabella was making her powers go haywire, but even now when she thought of the scum who raped her, she couldn't conjure an energy ball. She yawned and buried her head into her mother's chest.

"Prue," Grams said, "Let's get you in some...less bloody clothes." Grams didn't dare birth the child in a real hospital, so she assigned Phoebe and Piper midwives who gave Prue encouraging words.

"Can I hold her, Prue?" Phoebe asked as she handed Prue the birth certificate.

Prue nodded, still smiling at her beautiful child as she signed sloppily her name sloppily.

Grams took the certificate out of Prue's hands. "I'll do the rest, darling. Come on, lets get you a change of clothes." she gently took Isabella out of Phoebe's arms. "I'll put her down for a nap. You two, clean up the mess, will you?" She led Prue upstairs, helping her.

"Why are we at the attic?" Prue mumbled.

Grams waved her hand and the door flew open. "Sweetheart, I need you to say this."

"What is it?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she read the piece of paper. "Bind powers? I-I don't understand."

"You are going to bind Isabella's powers."

"I–"

"Do it." Grams snapped. She watched in unease, waiting for the demon to appear. "As long as her powers are bound, the father won't be able to get her. Prue, please."

Prue nodded, hearing the desperation in her grandmother's voice. She read the spell and watched as white and black orbs floated out of Isabella's tiny chest.

"Girls!" Grams called. "Come up here."

Phoebe and Piper appeared in a moment, afraid that something was wrong with Isabella. They both gasped as they got sight of the attic.

"Whoa." Phoebe said in awe.

Grams frowned, pulling out a golden satchel. She poured the golden dust and blew it in their faces. The three fell to the ground, as their memories from the past months wiped clean.

Blue and white dots of light formed behind Grams.

"Her powers are bound?" a masculine voice asked.

Grams nodded, handing over the child. "Yes, Leo."

"She'll have a good home." Leo soothed. "I promise. Somewhere far away, where demons rarely attack. No one will find her."

"Promise?" Grams questioned. It was Paige all over again.

"Promise."


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