Disclaimer: I don't own any Charmed characters.

Author's Note: I wrote this during the NCAA Basketball Championship tournament. I love me some B-Ball!

Like an echo around her. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Paige bit the nail on her index finger. She had her entire paycheck on the game. She sat kneeled in front of the television in the living room. She couldn’t remember why she would ever bet on a first round game in the NCAA basketball tournament, but she had. And why on earth she had picked Creighton over Florida she would certainly never know. They were the underdog. She looked at a picture of Prue on the mantel. Of course she had picked the underdog. She herself was always the underdog.

She sucked in a deep breath as the second overtime wound down bringing the game to 5 seconds left. Florida was up by two. Paige couldn’t believe the ferocity with which she cheered for the Creighton Bluejays. Why? Why? Why had she bet her entire paycheck? There was no way Creighton was going to get 2 points for a third overtime in 5 seconds.

Paige chewed the last nail on her hand as she watched a player throw the ball in to Terrell Taylor, a guard for Creighton. She wanted to shut her eyes, walk away from the game, but who can walk away from a game with 5 seconds to go and only a 2 point deficit?

Taylor took the ball to the three point line and sent it sailing in the air. Paige didn’t breath. The second it took the ball to get to the net seemed like forever to Paige. And she watched as it edged closer, and closer. Time stood still for one second as the ball cleared the rim, and swoosh, sank through the net. Three points. The clock was at two-tenths of a second. There was no way Florida was coming back from that. And so the game ended, and Paige kissed the television thanking the powers to be for Creighton’s 83-82 win. And then she did a crazy-silly dance on the living room sofa.

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Piper watched from the hallway as Paige danced on the sofa. Piper’s brow furrowed and she tried to suppress her laughter as Paige then jumped from the sofa and managed to dance every 80s and early 90s dance move known to man, ending with the more recent Macarena.

Paige halted as she saw Piper laughing.

“Oh…hi, Pipe. Sorry about that.”

“What is wrong with you? Are you drinking again?”

“What? No. It’s just that, it’s March and there’s this little fever that goes around with some people who watch basketball and they call it March Madness.”

“Right. Well, thank God I don’t watch sports, huh?”

“No doubt. You know what though…sports just bought you dinner.”