(Scene: Halliwell’s manor, kitchen. Piper was sitting at the table with a coffee cup in hand looking blankly into the screen of the notebook placed before her. She felt frustrated, not because the accounts of P3 was giving her a headache, not because of the fact that Leo has been away for almost two days, a meeting with the elders as claimed. Most likely it only seemed barely an hour away for him from his wife considering the two very different dimensions, therefore explaining the very different time scope. Most importantly, not because that her young sister was up to another mischief getting herself into trouble again, on the contrary, it was the older one who seemed to be threading on thin ice against her and Phoebe too. Piper put the cup down on it’s saucer, closed her eyes meaning to get some nerves resting moment when she heard the kitchen door opened. Tensing up, she quickly eased down when she saw it was only Phoebe who has finished her classes.)

Phoebe: …Hi Piper.
Piper: Hi Pheebs.

Piper noticed the youngest greeted her with minus the cheerful look. She knew both of them were quite irritated and annoyed at Prue’s behaviour recently. Since all three of them had their fair share at losing their temper, the lashing out of two against one and only the night before, the youngest has cuddled up with the middle for comfort in her sleep. Piper got up from her seat and walked around to where Phoebe has planted her butt on a chair nearest to the door after she came in. She was slightly concerned when the latter was not sitting in an attentive posture, rather she has her head resting on her arms which was on the table with her eyes closed, her bag and books piled on top of one another after the owner literally dumped them beside.

Piper: Phoebe? (Hearing no response) Are you all right? (Touching her forehead) Hmmm I feel no temperature rising here, thanks god. (Still seeing no response) Pheebs? Honey, what’s wrong with you?
Phoebe (Finally opened her eyes): Piper.
Piper (Rubbing her back arching nearer to her): Ya? What’s up? You don’t look good. Please tell me you are feeling normal here.
Phoebe (Eyebrows knitting obviously in discomfort): …I dunno Piper I feel I feel kinda not right in me.
Piper: Huh? What do you mean? Come here.

Phoebe snuggled up against Piper, locking her arms tightly around her waist, head resting on her chest.
Piper: Tell me, what’s not right in you?

Phoebe smiled. She had Piper’s motherly instinct brought out again, and especially she was always the cause. She knew that Piper was like a surrogated mother and indeed a very young one. Grams was always too busy either at work or to handle three young granddaughters who needed her attention equally. But responsibility was kinda shelved from the old Halliwell’s shoulders when the older ones gradually took over the watchful eyes over the youngest, and the latter refocus her mischievous side to them giving them the most migraine in their awakening moments.

Piper, looking down at her sister stroking