WOW, this is it! Last stop. We have to give them back because they said we were being to mean to them. SHEESH! So, the cast of Charmed does not belong to us, but all others do, so, Gina, Liz, and especially the demons, better run while you can.

Prue and Piper, still trying to come to terms with Phoebes death, must now deal with Piper's miscarriage while trying to help there new friends overcome their own traumatic experiences.

Cole has vanished leaving behind unanswered question about where he has gone, and why.

Betrayal awaits the sister, as questions are answered and old friends and new join them to stop the unthinkable from happening. Old foe's return bringing a bitter betrayal that could cost them their very lives.

Join the two surviving Halliwell's as they journey towards discovery. A journey through heaven and hell, love and hate, betrayal and trust.

A Journey of sisterhood, friendship, love, and family.


The sounds of a terrified scream and a cry of pain broke the early morning stillness of Prescott Street. The old Victorian manor prevented most of the noise from reaching the street, but inside, it woke all the occupants. Rushing from her room, Prue almost collided with Mary as she ran out of the bathroom. Behind them the door to Piper's room flew open, and a disheveled Leo peered out, his wife right behind him.

"That sounds like Gina." Mary said, as she rushed towards the room were her granddaughter was sleeping.
"Is it a demon?" Piper asked, still half asleep.
"Yes, but not the kind we can fight." Prue told her as they opened the door.

In the room, Gina was sitting on the bed, her knee's pulled up to her chest crying, while Liz sat beside her, holding her as she tried to comfort her. Hearing the door open, she looked up, locking eye's with Prue, a silent message passed between them, and with a slight nod, she ushered the others out.

"Prue?" Mary asked, wanting to go to her granddaughter.
"Liz is the best person to help her right now. She will tell us when Gina calms down." Prue told her, knowing that the older woman was worried.
"But she's hurting." Mary protested.
"Listen to her Mary," Leo told her, laying a comforting hand on her arm. "Things will get better, but right now, Liz is the only one who has any idea what she's feeling."
"Come on, I will make us all some coffee, and breakfast." Piper said, heading for the stairs.

Looking after her as she left, Leo's heart almost broke. He had come home late the night she was released from the hospital, not knowing what had happened, but one look at her face had told him everything. For her, it was losing her sister all over again. He wished he could make all the pain go away, but even the Elders could not make her forget that deep a sorrow. Only time could heal that.

The last week had been tough on all of them, but some how, they had managed to get through it. Leo had gotten the Elders to try and find Cole, but even they had had no luck. The half demon had vanished with out a trace, and that scared him. Cole would not have just left without telling them, not when he had gone to find them. Leo had not told the sisters about his bosses’ inability to find him; they already had enough to cope with.

Walking into the kitchen, Piper went to the cupboard, but as she reached for the coffee can, she stopped, tears spilling down her face yet again. She had not thought about it before, but before she lost the baby, she had stopped drinking it, knowing that it was not good for the child. So many things seemed to remind her of her loss, but she had to keep moving forward, there was no other way.

"Piper?" she heard her husband say as he entered the room behind her.
"Yes?" she said as she quickly wiped the tears away.
"We will get through this." he told her as her wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry I wasn’t here when you needed me. I still can’t believe I didn’t know."
"You were helping others, it wasn’t your fault. I would feel even worse if you had left the one's who really need you." she told him as she turned in his arms, safe in his warm embrace. She could not, would never tell him just how much she hated his job sometimes. She knew he was needed else where, but she wished she could keep him there with her.
"I love you." he said, the simple statement filling her with hope. Hope for the future, and for them.
"Hey." Prue said, as she watched the two of them, glad to see that they were there for each other.
"Hey, sorry, coffee's not ready yet." Piper told her.
"That’s ok sweetie, I'll make it this time. You go and sit down, let someone else worry about you for once." Mary told her, coming in behind the oldest sister.

Obediently, they sat, watching as she made some French toast, none of them saying anything, all of them waiting for the other two that were still upstairs to join them. Hearing a noise, Mary looked up to see Liz entering the kitchen, her face bearing evidence of what had occurred earlier. With out a word, she went to the freezer, getting the ice pack that they kept there, handing it to the tall witch.

Placing the ice pack on her eye, she just shrugged her shoulders at the questioning looks. "For someone who's sleeping, she's got good aim." She told them, joining them at the table.
"How is she?" Mary asked, her voice full of concern.
"She's sleeping, but I’m worried. Her nightmares are getting worse. I don't know what to do to help her. She’s shutting me out."

Looking at her sister, Piper couldn't help but think how much that sounded like Prue. For months she had refused to open up about her own nightmare's over Phoebe's death until it had almost caused her to break down. As she thought about it, she suddenly had an idea that might help.

"Leo, is there anything you can do for her? Let her have some peace?" she said as she turned to her husband.
"I, I'm not sure. I might be able to help her get some rest, but what happened can’t be erased."
"If she could just get some rest, it could help." Liz said, hopeful. "That was the worst one so far and I'm afraid she might hurt herself, or someone else if she continues like this."
"Like what?" a voice said from the doorway.

Turning, Liz saw Gina standing there, her face drawn, and dark circle's forming under her eyes, betraying just how worn she was. Seeing her like that, her voice full of quiet fear instead of her usually lively humor made Liz want to make it all go away, but she knew she would not be able to.

Liz had suffered through those nightmares with her, buffered by her friend’s withdrawal from everyone. Only the bond they shared aloud her to have an inkling of how bad it was.

"I'm sorry." Gina told her, seeing the slight swelling around Liz's eye, her voice barely a whisper.
"It's ok, I'll live." Liz told her, moving to her side. "Besides, I've gotten hurt a lot worse playing ball." this she said with a cocky little grin.

Prue watched the exchange before quietly getting up and, cup in hand, she went out into the back yard. All around her, the bright and fragrant flowers of winter that had been her grandmothers brought back memories of happier times.

Closing here eye's, she could almost see her baby sister when she had come out here for the first time. Her small face had lit up at the myriad colors before her, and with out any warning she had run straight into the bed, picking them as fast as she could. How she wished they could relive those times, those carefree days. It had not been long after that that there world had changed.

"You know," Pipers voice said from behind her, "we all loved this spot. I remember finding her out here they day she left for New York, she wanted one last look before her plane left. She even told me that one day, she would have her wedding out here."
"She did? I never knew that. There is so much about her I didn’t know. How did we grow so far apart? Why can’t I have her back?" The last was said so quietly that Piper didn't hear it, but another did as she orbed in.
"You will one day Prue. One day you will all be reunited again, as it is written."
"Mom! Your back?" Piper said, hugging her.
"Just for now, they have to send Leo away for a few days, and they" she said, looking up, "don’t want to leave you with out help."

Moving to the lawn swing, Patty pulled both her girls with her, one on either side, and for the first time in a long time, she held them both like she did when they were little. As she embraced them, she felt them tuck themselves closer into her sides, each laying their heads on her shoulders. Together the three of them sat there, not saying anything at first, simply enjoying being with each other.

"Mom, why did she have to die?" Piper said after awhile.
"I wish I knew, but I know there is a reason, and that some day, that reason will be known to all of us." she told her middle child.
"What could possible be gained by letting her die?" Prue said, her blue eye's fill in with tears.
"Oh my baby's, I miss her too, but some day, we will all be together again. Just have faith."

As they sat there, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of angry voices coming from the kitchen. Jumping to their feet, they rushed inside, seeing Gina and Liz facing off. Mary stood to one side, her face a contrast of shock and disbelief. The quiet breakfast with her granddaughter had turned ugly, and all over a simple question.

Liz could not understand what had happened, their usual banter had seemed to help Gina, brightening her mood, but when she had asked her if she wanted something to eat, she just exploded.

"How many times do I have to say it!" Gina said, her temper flaring, "I don't want any, just give me some coffee and leave me alone!" Grabbing her mug, the mind witch stormed from the room, going up stairs and slamming the door behind her. Her anger flowing hot through her veins, she paced the room, not noticing her reflection, or the faint reddish tint in her eye's when she turned around. Stopping by the bed, she bent and retrieved the object she had left there, sitting down and looking it over.

"What happened?" Patty asked, seeing the confused looks the others were giving each other.
"I don’t know. " Liz replied, staring at the empty door.

She sat, staring at the knife in her hand, watching as the light reflected off its bright surface. The glint of steel seemed to calm her, as her thoughts turned to the purpose of the blade.

"Soon, soon it will be time, I just need to wait a little longer. They won't expect it, and then I will be rid of them." She cocked her head, listening for sounds coming from the hallway, but all was quiet, they were not coming to check on her yet. "Soon I will be rid of them!"

He tried to look back and figure out what had gone wrong. He had left the Manor and was heading to the beach, as he knew that was where he would find Prue and Piper. Only when he shimmered back into existence he was far from the beach. About as far away as you can get.

Now he stood there against the wall, with no shirt and no powers. Somehow they had managed to intercept his shimmer. He had always thought it was just the Source that had the power to do that. But he knew that it couldn’t be him, he had witnessed the girls vanquishing him. So the only thing Cole could think of was that there was a new boss in town.

He had lost complete track of time. But he didn’t really seem to care. Without Phoebe his life was nothing more then mere existence. The only thing that had kept him going so far was that he had made her a promise one night a long time ago that no matter what ever happened, he would be there for her and her sisters. He was good now, and he would do everything he could to prove that to them everyday.

Once she was gone and he had come to terms with it, he vowed to her again that he would help protect her sisters. He knew something had happened to Piper and he had a feeling of what it was. He felt in some way responsible for her loss. If only he had seen that bolt sooner. He could have protected her.

He broke from his thoughts at the sound of the door opening. Looking to the light he watched as his old friend entered the cell.
"Well my friend. It would seem that you are still as difficult to track down as usual."
"No more the you are."
"Belthazor. I was very disappointed when I had heard that you fell for a witch."
"Well I won’t worry to much about disappointing you."
"How could you betray us like that? And for a witch."
"You would never understand.
"No. You’re right. But at least it will prove to be your undoing, and theirs. With you falling for her you have knowledge of how to break them."

Cole looked at his former friend laughing. "You think I didn’t try everything that could possibly work?"
"You did. But your undoing was your love for her. We will break you and then we will kill them. Then they can join their sister in the afterlife."

As he approached Cole, he could see the anger flaring in his former friend. He knew he had pissed him off he could feel the anger in him. He also knew that Cole would go to great lengths to stay in his human form no matter what happened to him or the sisters. But he also knew that he would go to any lengths to protect them.

"Cole I know what will break you. And don’t think I will not use that against you." He said as he slammed his fist into his friend’s ribs.

"It’s no use Dractxen. I will not tell you. I will not betray them"
"Yes you will Belthazor. Just as you betrayed us. I know you remember?" He turned to the demons standing next to him as he whispered in his ear.
"As you wish my Lord." He nodded
"I’ll see you around Friend." Dractxen said as she left the cell leaving Cole with the small demon.

He lay on the ground as his energy slowly returned to him. His anger flared within at what had happened to him. How could he let them get that close? They had almost killed him. His world was still spinning as he lay there, before slowly once again losing to the darkness.

Dractxen sat in the chair aimlessly spinning his dagger, leaving a hole in the arm of the chair from the sharp tip. His thoughts were on his former friend, and how he had betrayed them. He knew how to get the information from Belthazor with out laying a finger on him. Their old mentor Raynor had taught him how. With just the wave of his hand he could pull that information from his victim. But he did not want to give Belthazor the easy way out. He would pay for his betrayal, and for his participation in killing the Source.

He looked back on that dark day. When their Master fell. He never thought it possible. That only two of the Charmed Ones could kill him. But there were rumours that one was pregnant, and that she held the life of the one that was gone. The prophecy must be true, he thought. We can kill them but they will always come back. Unless we kill them all, then there will be no stopping us for there will be no way for them to come back. The Warren line will be broken.

"Dractxen."
"What?"
"We have news on the witches."
"Oh." He sat up with new interest.
"It would appear that the line is once again temporarily broken. The pregnant one has lost her baby thanks to the Source."
"The fight." He said quietly, as he sat back against his chair. "So the Source did not die in vain."
"There is more."
"Go on."
"It seems that one of the witches is, well it seems she is possessed or something."
"Or something?"
"No one is sure. But our sources say that there is an essence of evil in the Manor. And as the witches are the only ones in the Manor."
"Oh. This is interesting. It would seem that our former Master had all the angles worked out. Find out which one it is."
"You got it. Oh one other thing." He started, "Your ‘Guest’ was asking to speak to you."
"Oh he was, was he. Well I wouldn’t want to keep our company waiting now would I." He laughed through is crooked smile. Standing up he made his way across the room. "Through Belthazors knowledge of the remaining Charmed Ones I will soon be the Master of all evil down here."
"If no one kills you for the job first."
"I know. We must be very careful. There are many here that feel they should replace the Source. But you and I know that there are really only two that could replace him." They continued to walk through the passages
"And seen as one of those two has betrayed us all."
"That leaves me. There are many groups that will try to take over. The witches have left us in a small war amongst ourselves. But by gaining the knowledge he has we will win that war and rule the underworld." He stopped as he came across the door to Belthazors new home.

Stepping inside he saw his former friend, his equal, hanging from the shackles that held him to the wall. Walking up to him he took his face in his hand.
"Belthazor, Belthazor, Belthazor. What mess have you gotten yourself into?"
"Go to hell." He rasped out.
"Oh friend. You know I’ve already been there."
"Then go to heaven." He countered.
"Oh know see that does hurt. Just tell me what I want to know and your suffering will end."
"You expect me to believe that? I know why you will not kill me, as much as you know what would kill me. You need me to help you get to the top. As long as you have me alive you hold the key card to taking over from him."
"Well it was either you or me. And some how I doubt that you would have many followers right now. But your little witch friends have sent the underworld into chaos."
"Good."

Letting go of his face Dractxen pulled back his hand and with his fist backhanded Cole. Spilling more blood against the wall, that had sprayed there from the beating he had taking earlier.

"You can not win Belthazor. Even without that information I will defeat them and I will rule the underworld." Hitting him again he turned and walked away. Just before he walked through the door he paused, and without even looking back, "Oh one more thing friend. The circle is still broken. The witch lost her baby." He stepped through the door closing it shut behind him. Leaving Cole to the news he had just given him.

Cole heard the words but did not want to believe them. No. She couldn’t have. It’s a lie. But deep down he knew he knew it was the truth. That was what was bothering him that day, and ever since. He felt as if he was once again losing Phoebe. As his heart tore into another piece.

She sat there as she twirled the knife again. Her thoughts were mixed up. How did she even get that knife? The only thing on her mind was to kill them: To kill them all. But she had to wait. Wait for the perfect moment. She could feel it was near, she just had to wait.

Sitting in the living room Prue found her gaze drawn to the stairs, wondering about their house guest, and what must be going through her head. Liz had gone out for a while with Piper to get a few things from the house they shared, including their book of magic. For some reason, she could not shake the feeling that there was more going on with the telepathic witch then met the eye, especially after the verbal explosion from that morning.

Leo was due back at any time; maybe with some answers about Cole she hoped even though she had not cared for him before, she now could not imagine their lives without him. His selfless act in trying to protect her sister had earned him her full trust, and now that he was missing, she would do whatever she could to find him. With a sigh, she put down the book she had been trying to read and went in search of Mary.

Piper pulled to a stop in front of the house Liz and Gina were renting. Though smaller then the Manor, it was an impressive looking Colonial set back in a grove of tree's, the shade causing the house to look like it was hiding, but in truth, it was hiding a secret. When the two had first seen it, they knew it was a place of power, the very air had seemed charged when the entered, and they had soon discovered why. The owner was a man who's family had practiced the wicca faith, casting protective spells over it, and in doing so they had left a small legacy, for when a being of power entered, they were made known to those in the house.

Liz had told her about the house's history, and looking at it, Piper could almost see what the past was like. As she started to get out of the Jeep, she realized that Liz had not moved she just sat there, looking at the house, an expression of sorrow on her face.

"Liz, what's wrong?" she asked, but all Liz did was look at her, then with a sigh, she opened the door moving towards the house. Following her, Piper could tell there was something bothering her. Waiting as she opened the door, she knew that she would tell her with a little prodding. Closing the door, she felt a chill, and casting a glance at Liz, she knew what it was, the spell had identified her as a friend.

"She's shutting me out." Liz said softly.
"What?" Piper asked.
"Gina, she's shutting me out. She's shut down the connection, I can’t tell what she's thinking anymore."
"Has she ever done that before?" Piper asked, trying not to push her to far.
"No. Not since we first found each other. Then it was only because she couldn't control it. I'm worried."
"Has she said anything about what happened?"
"No. But I know it was bad, just from what I saw from her. Her power has grown to."
"How?"
"What she did, in the tunnels, she was never able to do that."
"What did she do? You never did tell us what happened." Piper said, moving to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder for support.
"She gave me her memories, all of them, from all the witches who's mind's she touched. I saw what they saw, what they experienced. But it was only a fraction of what she saw. How can she survive that?"
"With your help. You are her anchor right now. Just be there for her, and she will make it through this." Piper told the other woman, pulling her into a hug.


Gina tossed restlessly on the bed; her dreams invaded by memories not her own. The beatings, the deaths, the insanity that had been inflicted on the Sources captives burned into her mind eye. Through it all, one voice whispered, barely heard.

'It's their entire fault. They left you there; they left them all there. They could have stopped it but they didn't care. They are the evil one's.
'No, they couldn't. Their good witches like Me.' her voice echoed in the depths of her mind. 'Liz would not do that, she's my friend.'
'She did. She doesn't care about you. Only I do. Remember what happened to the one who tried to help you. They could have helped her but they chose to help themselves first. You must stop them.'

As the memories came once again, Gina reached out, excepting what the voice told her, escaping the horror's she saw.

'How do I stop them?' she asked.
'You will know when the time comes my little one.

For the first time in a week Gina's sleep was undisturbed.

"Mom? When did you get back?" Prue asked as she walked into the kitchen, finding Mary talking with her.
"Not long ago, I'm sorry I didn't say anything, but I needed to talk to Mary first." Patty told her oldest, giving her a hug.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, but I have been assigned to her granddaughter, and I thought I would see what she could tell me about her. How is she doing?"
"I'm worried, she seems to be getting better, but then this morning she snapped at Liz."
"She did?"
"I'm not sure what’s going on, but maybe Piper can find something out, she went to their house with Liz." Mary spoke up. Her granddaughter was the most important person in her life and she could not stand to see her suffering like this. If anyone could reach her it would have to be Liz.
"Where is she now?" Patty asked, looking around.
"I think she's sleeping. She went upstairs an hour ago and hasn't come down since."

With a nod, Patty left, heading for the stairs. Reaching the door to the room were Gina was, she stopped, remembering whose room it used to be as a tear shone in her eye. Wiping it away, she carefully turned the knob, looking in, but found that the woman inside was asleep, looking peacefully for the first time since she had first met her.

"I think I have everything we need." Liz said as she put the last of the clothes in a duffel bag.
"Liz, you know we want to help you. Don't let your self think you have to do this alone." Piper told her as she picked up the other bag.
"I know, but right now Gina is my first concern. She's like a sister to me. I have to do what's best for her and she is not ready to trust anyone else right now." Liz replied, locking the door as they left the house.
"She's not the only one who is hurting. Prue and I are here for you to."
"I know, but it's not always easy to reach out for help. Even when it’s offered."

When Piper pulled the jeep into the driveway, Liz cast a worried look at the Manor before grabbing her things and getting out. Just as the two entered the hallway, the familiar blue lights of Leo orbing in shone from the living room. Seeing his face, they could tell he didn’t have good news.

"Where's Prue?" he asked after greeting his wife.
"Leo? What did they tell you?" she spoke up from behind him, her mother and Mary trailing her as she entered from the kitchen.
"It's not good. They can’t find him. It seems, as though someone grabbed him mid shimmer, and whoever has him is not bragging. All we can do now is hope he can get away."
"How is that possible? Who has that kind of power?" Mary said.
"They," Leo said, pointing up, "thought only the Source could do that. There must be a new power rising. That’s one of the reasons they sent your mom to help me. But there's something else happening to."
"Now what?!" came Pipers exasperated sigh.
"I don't know. All they told me was to stick close to you and to guard against attack. What ever it is, I think they are afraid of it."
"The Elders? They are afraid? How can that be?" Liz said for the first time, staring at Leo in disbelief. "If they are afraid, what do they think WE can do about it?"
"Whatever it is, we will deal with it when we have to. First things first."
"Leo's right" Prue told them. "We have to find Cole, and help Gina, otherwise, we won’t stand a chance."

After a brief discussion, Piper and Mary headed upstairs to check on Gina while Liz showed the others their spell book, hoping to find some clue to what they could do to help. The book, though no where's near as thick and old as the Halliwell's contained many spells suited to their powers, including spells for the mind. Liz felt certain that if they could just find the right one, they would be able to end Gina's nightmare's, allowing her to help some of the other victims.

She could hear footsteps approaching, and scrambling quietly to the bed, she pulled the knife out from under the blanket. It was time. Moving to the side of the door she stood poised the blade ready to strike, as she waited for the door to open. She would be free of them soon. Her time with them was over, it was time for them to pay for what they had done!

Cole sat in his cell. Beaten and down. But he knew that no matter what the cost he would have to get out of there and get back to the girls. He knew that they would be in danger soon and that he was the only one that could stop what was happening.

"Rest."
"I can not rest. Not until they are all dead." He snarled.
"But you are hurt."
"Not as much as they will be when I finish with them." He said with gasping breath. That which they had done was still effecting his strength. "What news have you?"
"It would appear that not all the witches escaped. We managed to re-capture a few."
"Then it will begin again." The Source said standing from his throne, ready to once again inflict pain onto the Wiccan world, and especially the Charmed Ones.

She stood at the door with her blade at the ready. Now it would all be over, she thought. She watched as the door slowly opened. And then she looked into the eyes of the last person she thought she would see.
"You." They said together.

She hesitated before striking and that was to her disadvantage, as the dagger was knocked out of her hands.

Grabbing her wrists he pulled her close to him. Twisting her so her back was against his chest.
"Now I will teach you the full impact of evil witch." The Source whispered in her ear, disappearing from site and taking her with him.

She sat upright suddenly as if awoken from a dream. She lay on her bed, though not hers at all. Then she remembered what had happened, she was in Phoebes room, as the memory of her dream came back to her. She had to stop them, all of them.

Getting up from the bed Gina made her away to the door. She wasn’t sure how she would do it but she had to get out of there, she had to find him. Walking out the door she almost ran right into Piper and Mary.
"Augh!"
"Gina are you ok sweetheart?" Mary asked
"Yeah Grams I am. I just need a little fresh air. Thank you." She said pulling her grandmother into a hug. Pulling back she made her way downstairs and out the door from the kitchen.

From the passageway Prue watched her leaving, wondering what it was that had given Gina the look of pure fear on her face.

She appeared in the darkness, with no sound around her but that of a few bats. She quickly scanned around to get feeling for her surroundings. She started to turn one way but then she stopped and went in the other direction. Making her way through the dimly lit passages she came across a door which she stopped at. Placing her hand on the door she felt what she was looking for.

"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see the prisoner."
"You are the one. The witch that turned him in"
"And what if I am."
"Dractxen would love to meet you, I’m sure."
"Well then take me to him. But first may I?" she asked as she turned her gaze towards the door before her.

"Think it best if you look from here."
"‘Fine."

At first she did not move. Not really sure of what she was doing. But then she felt a surge of energy raging through her body as she stepped forward. Seeing him lying helplessly on the floor with shackles on his wrists gave her a feeling of new power.

She stood and watched his still form. When he seemed to sense his being watched he raise his head not able to see through the door he was more confused. Seeing the confusion in his eyes only gave her more power and energy.

"Gina?"
"Yes." She said quietly. "I’m the one who helped you capture him. I’m the one who had told you when he was leaving the Manor. It worked better then I had hoped."
"Why?" He asked a bit confused about why the witch stood before him in the first place.
"Because they betrayed me. They betray all of us. All the witches that were left there to suffer." She told him, "Because they killed my friend! Charlie was my only true friend down there and they let her die!" She spoke in anger, as the hatred consumed her body.
"So why help me? I thought I was one of the bad guys." He asked though trying to get a fell for the witch’s emotions.
"You are. But I need them to pay. And you can help me bring justice to all the witches that were left there to die."
"And what if I just kill you now?"
"Then you lose your way into the Manor." She replied with out even looking at him.

Dractxen processed the new information he had just gotten. Did Gina really feel that Prue and Piper were responsible for the deaths and torment that the witches had faced at the hands of the Source or his minions? That information alone could become very useful in the next few days. He watched her and it was then he realized, that it was Gina that his spy had sensed. She was the evil essence in the Manor. What ever the Source had done to her when she was with him it would now prove to Dractxen’s advantage. He would rule the underground and he would use the one person that the Source had turned.

She continued to watch as Cole he lay there helplessly on the ground. A trickle of blood running down his face. ‘At last I will get the justice that they all deserve.’ She thought to herself.

They turned away from the cell as she felt a wave of dizziness in her head. Reaching out for the wall she tried to balance herself.

"I need to go. They will wonder where I am."
"Don’t worry about them. In time they will serve their punishment for the crime against your friend." He told her and you will join your friend when this is done, he thought to himself.

Smiling to herself she blinked out to arrive in the chamber of the voice, the voice in her head.

"Have you found him?"
"Yes. He is with Dractxen."
"So another of my faithful servants betrays me." He said. "Well that will soon end."
"They all think you are dead."
"And they didn’t even let me get cold before the all sought after my throne. No. Tell me where he is so that I may begin the game again."

Gina looked up into the eyes of the Source not really sure who she was. Only that they had to die, and that he could help her.

"You need to get back. They will be looking for you."
"I know. I’ll be waiting." She answered before blinking out of the chamber.

He watched her leave as he smiled evilly. "Soon the destruction of all the witches will be complete. And you will be their ultimate failure." Turning towards the passage he went in search of another new witch, one of the ones that had not been so lucky to escape.

"Prue, have you seen Gina." Piper hollered from the back yard
"No why?"
"We can’t find her anywhere."
"Well maybe she just went up stairs for a nap or something."
"No we checked there already." Liz commented
"Did you check the basement?"
"No that was next."
"Ok come on." Prue said taking her sister by her hand they led Liz down into the basement.

A few minutes later Liz came up from the basement in an almost frenzied state.
"Liz?"
"Oh Mary. Where is she?" she cried out. She was worried about her friend ever since she had shut her out.
"I don’t know dear. But we’ll find her." She answered as she embraced the child before her.

"Prue? Hello?" Piper said waving her hand in front of her big sister
"Oh sorry Piper. I was just thinking."
"Oh."
"You remember the Woogyman?" Prue said quietly sitting on the steps
"How could I forget." Piper said joining her sister, "Our own sister threw us out of the Manor."
"She was so scared of him as a kid growing up."
"But she faced her fears and beat him."
"I was so scared when he possessed her. I thought I had lost my baby girl." Continuing as if she hadn’t heard Piper.
"So was I." Piper said placing her arm over Prues shoulder
"Why couldn’t she beat her own death? Why couldn’t she see it before it happened?"
Piper looked to her big sister and took her into her arms as she cried. "I don’t know Prue. I don’t know."

Staying like that for until the tears and the pain subsided, though they would never truly disappear. They were just about to go back upstairs when they heard the commotion.

"Liz I just went to get some air, and to clear my head. What is your problem?"
"My problem is that you left without telling me. Without telling anyone. And after what just happened to all of us I really think that we should stick together."
"I don’t need a babysitter. Liz so just back off." Gina yelled back before walking upstairs to Phoebes room.

Liz stood in shock at the way he friend was acting. Gina never yelled at her that way. Something was wrong and she intended to find out what it was.

As she started for the stairs Patty approached her and placed her hand on Liz’s shoulder, "Don’t worry Liz. She’ll be alright. She just needs some time right now."

He waited for his opportunity, watching the traitor before him. He had sent his servant to find the other traitor and to bring him to him. That way he could punish them both together. They had both betrayed him; they will both die together.

"Dractxen. I trusted you."
"You’re time is over. You are lucky they didn’t kill you. Then I would rule the demonic world.’
"You betrayed me as Belthazor did. Now you will both die together."
"If that is my destiny then so it will be. But be warned Source. Your time is coming to an end soon."
"That you may think, but you will not be here to enjoy it." As he threw a fireball incinerating his former aid.

He stepped over the broken body of the key holder. Blood slowly spreading across the floor. Opening the door he gave a slight smile at the sight before him. The mighty Belthazor leaning against the wall.
"Well, if it isn’t my other old friend Esuom."
"We were never friends Belthazor."
"I know. I was just feeling in a friendly mood."
"For someone that is about to die you seem to have a lot of attitude."
"Well for someone with out a leader to follow like the dog that you are, you’re a bit cocky yourself."
"Oh you see that is where you are wrong. Your witches may have hurt him but he is very much alive."

Cole looked up at the man in surprise.
"Don’t look so shocked. You knew that they could not defeat him without the full power of three. And we both know that is gone forever."
"One day Esuom."
"Not in this life time Belthazor." Stepping closer to his enemy he grabbed him by the collar. "And soon not in any." As the two demons shimmered out of the cell.

As they reappeared Esuom grabbed Cole roughly and lead him down a dark corridor.
"You know you failed more then you think Belthazor. Your witches failed to kill the Source and it would seem that in your own haste to escape you left some witches behind." He told the former demon.

Cole took in the information that Esuom was giving him. He could not believe that the witches did not get away. They made sure that the spell released them all. But maybe it too needed the power of three, another failed spell because of the senseless death of the youngest Halliwell.

As they walked through the corridor he noticed where some of the witches lay in a large open room. He could see the dried blood on some where they had been hit or tortured, once again glad that Phoebe would never have to endure such pain and suffering. And once again vowing to protect her sisters from the same fate as those he had seen. He knew he had to act quickly for if Esuom got him to the Source he would not be of any use to the Halliwell’s, he would be dead.

Reacting quickly he thrust his arms up and over Esuom using the chain around his wrists he pulled it across his enemies throat. Twisting it around to make the suffering last just a little longer.

Bending towards his former foe, "Now who has failed Esuom?" he snarled in his ear before snapping his neck.

Untangling his chains from the demon he made his way back to the room where he had seen the witches only to stop at the sound of a deep voice from down the long corridor.
"Belthazor!"

Not even turning around he knew who it was behind him. Quickly stepping into the room he watched as a ball of fire flew past the entranceway. Knowing he had precious little time he grabbed the first witch he saw and shimmered out. Catching the images of someone in the distance, an image of someone he thought he knew someone who had warned him of the Sources approach.

Shimmering into the Manor, "LEO! HELP!" He shouted through the Manor as he placed the frail body on the sofa of the Manor. Brushing back the damp hair from her face he could feel the heat from her fever radiating off her forehead.

Leo ran quickly into the living room followed directly by Patty.
"Cole?"
"Help her."
"What happened?"
"I don’t know but the Source is still alive and some of the witches never got out."

Leo stood in front of the witch on the couch and placed his hands over her body. At first the natural glow appeared but then it faded out.
"What’s wrong? Why can’t you heal her?"
"I don’t know. Unless."
"What?"
"Unless she was hurt by the Source himself. Then my power alone will not heal her."
"Here. Let me help." Patty said stepping forward. "This is why they sent me. Only their power can reverse that which was done by the Source. Together we can reverse this.’

As Leo and Patty began to heal the witch Cole watched in surprise at the strength of the power.

"Prue Piper. Get in here!" he called out

Prue and Piper sat with Mary and Liz in the solarium over their cups of coffee when they heard Cole yelling from the living room. They all could hear the panic in his voice as they rushed towards him.

"Cole? Where have you been?" Prue asked immediately surprised to see their former enemy again.
"Long story. But the point now is I got away. And that the Source is still alive."
"What?!" they all cried out.
"He is still alive and he still has witches. Minus that one, which I managed to grab before getting my butt fried."

"How is that possible?" Piper asked curiously as she made her way to the couch. Upon seeing the person lying there she gasped at the state she was in.
"Prue." She almost whispered, her sister barely hearing her.

Mary and Liz followed right behind the sisters and were equally shocked to see Cole standing in front of them. You could see a bruise on his face and the torn shirt gave way to the beating or beatings that he had received.

Gina entered the living room with a glass of water in hand. "What’s going on?" she started to ask when she choked back on the last bit of water she had been drinking. "Charlie?" she whispered out.
Looking up at Gina they all asked the same question "Charlie?"
"It’s the witch I befriended when I was down there. She couldn't remember her name so I named her after my favorite uncle."
"No. Who's Charlie?" Prue asked, as if Gina had now lost her mind.
"That's Charlie." Gina replied a bit upset that the sisters where acting the way they were, as she pointed to the person on the couch.
"That’s not Charlie." Piper whispered softly taking Prues hand in hers, squeezing it gently in new hope, "That’s Phoebe."

He stood out side the chamber, shaking. Knowing the news he carried, and who he was to tell did not give him a very long life expectancy, but failure to inform his master would seal his fate completely, this way he had a slim chance of survival. Taking a breath to steady himself, he pushed open the door.

"What news do you have for me Serpxe?" the voice rasped out of the darkness.
Dropping to all fours, bowing his head, "He took her Master. He took your witch." The last was said in a rush as Serpxe groveled, not daring to look up.
"WHAT!" the Source bellowed, seeming to shake the chamber with the force of his voice alone. "Who let this happen in the first place!"
"Master, it was Esuom. He underestimated the traitor, and paid for his folly, with his life." the demon said, fearing the wrath of the great demon in the room.
"And why are you here, are you to afraid to go after him."
"No Master. I knew I had to tell you, so you could prepare for them."
"What do you mean them?"
"The witches Master."
"Which witch did Belthazor take exactly?" almost fearing the answer he would receive.
Not meeting his Masters eyes for fear of his own death, "The Charmed One Master. They are together again."
"So you come here to tell me this so I would spare your life, didn't you. Very well, I will give you one last chance. Find those who worked with that impotent fool, and bring me their heads. GO!" the voice ordered from the darkest shadows.

As he watched Serpxe crawl from the room, the Source collapsed back on to his cushions, drained. He had underestimated the strength of the witches, barely surviving, if he had faced the true power of Three, he would have been destroyed. Now they would be united, but would they be the same? He would have his puppet keep a close watch on them to see what they would do.

Sitting back up, he reached out a hand, cursing as he saw it tremble, oh he would make them suffer for that.

"Erutangis! Get in here!" he shouted to his slave.

"He is a fool!" the first demon said when they had all gathered. "He sits there and waits while they get stronger. We should attack now!"
"You are the fool if you think we can take them out now. We should go after another." the second said, pacing the cavern.
"Who would you suggest Hcetv? The Source?" the first said in jest.
"Yes!" the answer came from his mouth, surprising even him. Hcetv stopped, as the possibilities of that thought filled his mind. The Source was weak, weaker then ever before, now was his chance too overthrow him.

"Yes." he said again, a feral grin stretching across his face.

He knew what was coming; he had done the same thing almost a millennium ago to rise to power himself. They were plotting his demise even as he regained his strength. Soon he knew they would rise against him for it was their very nature to gain power.

Sitting there, the Source knew he had to be ready, and to prepare he had sent his servant to fetch the few he knew he could count on, the one's he held complete power over, his slaves. Lacking any free will, they would do as he told them, throwing themselves in harms way at his bidding.

Let them come, he thought, he would be ready.

"What make's you think we will follow you?" A denizen of hell asked Hcetv as he laid out his plan.
"Because you are as eager to gain power as I." came the reply as the obsidian colored demon looked up. His red eye's the only thing visible in his face, he walked towards where the voice had spoken from, grabbing the nearest demon by the throat and lifting him off the floor.

"I have followed the Source longer then any of you! And now it's time for a new leader." Throwing the hapless demon aside, he looked about the room, daring anyone to challenge him but none dared. "If your not willing to follow me, you can die now!" he roared, turning and throwing a fireball at the demon who had first questioned him.

She watched him from the shadows, a grin of triumph on her face as she saw her plan unfold. She had spent the last several years whispering in his ear and now, no matter who won, Krow would be the mistress of the next leader of evil, be it the Source or Hcetv. Smiling in mirthless glee she left, going to check on her other lover.

Walking the hallways cloaked in darkness, she took small pleasure in the shivers she caused. Her powers of cold penetrating through the clothing of the slaves and demons she passed. Krow knew she was easy to identify that way and used it to her advantage, to make her presence known in case anyone watched her. None had yet learned that she could shut her powers off, making good her missions of deception, leaving her free to go to either lover, swearing allegiance to neither.

The only thing that worried her now was killing the victor, but she knew what she would do. She would place the blame on one all could hate, a witch. It galled her to no end that both of her lover had developed an unnatural fascination with a witch, each a different one no less, and she would make both of them pay for that. The witches would suffer as well, each one dying at the hands of someone they trusted!

The Source looked up as he heard the door to his chamber, seeing Krow he smiled, holding out his hand to her, he pulled her down beside him, placing his arm around her shoulder and leaning back.

"How are you?" he asked her as he felt more of his energy returning. She was unaware that he was using her to replace some of his lost strength. He had been draining energy bit by bit from all of them.
"I was walking the halls, trying to find what was happening." she told him, enough of the truth in her words to be convincing.
"And what did you find out?" he asked, stroking her hair.
"There is talk of a revolt. "Hcetv is leading it." she said as she snuggled in to him more. "I don't know how many followers he has, but they are sure to be coming soon."
"Let them." he told her, a sneer crossing his face. "They are nothing. My slaves will stop the rest, but I will take care of the traitors personally, just like I always have, and always will."

She could not see his face, and if she had, she would not have been as relaxed as she was. Erutingis had seen them together, and he knew she was too ambitious to follow anyone else, she wanted it all for herself. The demoness was responsible for turning his right hand against him,
and after he dealt with him, he would take care of her.

Deep in the tunnels they gathered, waiting for Hcetv to arrive. The plan was in motion, the attack was ready, all they needed was the signal that the Source was alone. As they waited, they watched each other, none trusting the demon beside him, yet afraid to leave. They were in a no win situation and they knew it.

"It is time. The Source has failed us, he let the witches live, and now, the Power of Three is rejoining. We must take him down, replace him, or the forces of Evil are doomed. First we destroy him, then we finish off the witches, and we will rule the upper the surface." Hcetv
said as he stood before them. He had just come from seeing his informant, and the only one with his enemy was the demoness who was betraying him. It was time. "Let it begin!" he shouted, heading off down the tunnels.

He could hear the sounds of fighting from within his secret hiding spot, and the demon giggled. He remembered some of his past, but in his mind, he saw so much more. Driven to the edge and beyond, he cared not, who won or lost, he lived only for the mayhem that occurred. That
and to find the one he blamed for it, the one who he had seen last, staring into his eye's.

Cole looked down at the witch before him. He couldn’t believe that that was his Phoebe lying there hurt like that. How had he not seen it before? Maybe because he just reacted. Grabbing the first witch he could get his hands on. He stood back in awe at the power that emanated from Leo and Patty’s hands as the slowly healed Phoebe. A slow tear trickling down his face. He had barely survived the last four months without her and now her she was: alive.

"Mum? Is she gonna be ok?" Piper asked as she held on to Phoebes hand. Afraid if she let go that her sister would disappear again.
"We can heal her injuries caused by the Source sweetie but after that it will come down to you and Prue. There are something’s that we can’t heal." Their mother relying an unspoken message
"Mum what are you saying?"
"Prue, she will still have her fever and she will have her emotional scars to heal. And anything that he did to her she will remember."
"Oh god." Piper said with tears falling down her face. As she ran her hand over Phoebes head.
"Piper you have to be strong for her" Patty said as she and Leo finished healing Phoebe.
"I don’t know if I can."
"Piper you will be. This is Phoebe we’re talking about here. You and her have always had this remarkable relationship. One that I was always envious of."
"Prue."
"Piper you know it’s true. And she will turn to you first. She always has."
"I’ll try. I just can’t believe she’s back." Piper whispered as she looked down at her baby sister. She couldn’t believe how small she looked. Her clothes practically hung on her. She looked like nothing more then skin and bone. "Oh God Prue looked at how small she is. What did that bastard do to her?" she cried
"I don’t know Piper. But we’re gonna help her through this." Prue replied softly recalling her own experience at the hands of the Sources demons not that long ago.

Cole watched Prue and Piper as he too then noticed how small Phoebe looked. It looked as if
She hadn’t eaten much of anything in months. Suddenly feeling a cold chill he quickly looked around for the first sign of danger. He just got her back there was no way he would lose her again.
"I gotta go." He said mysteriously.
"What?" Prue glared at him.
"They are coming for me. And possibly her. If I leave now that should distract them for awhile anyway. It will give Phoebe a chance to heal." Looking around he stopped, looking towards the kitchen, "Tell her I love her." And with that he was gone.

Phoebe slowly opened her eyes, yet everything was a fuzzy haze. She could just barely make out two figures right beside her but couldn’t tell who it was. Then slowly past them she could make out a few more figures. Yet still everything was a blur to her, as she could feel the pain throughout her body, yet it seemed to be dissipating.

She didn’t understand why she could almost feel herself getting better. For a few minutes ago she felt like she gone a few rounds with the heavyweights champion: and lost.

Then things slowly came into focus. She could see Pipers concerned looked as she crouched right down beside her, as well as Prue. Beside Piper was Leo, but her eyes fell on the figure next to Leo.

"Mum?" she asked not truly believing her eyes.
"Ssshhh rest sweetie. Everything will be ok now." Her mother said gently kissing the top of her head.

She tried to sit up but she felt Prue’s hand on her shoulder shooting a wave of pain throughout her upper body. She had thought that Leo healed her. How come she had this sudden pain? Though laying down her head she soon succumbed to her weariness.

"Leo. I thought you two healed her?" Piper asked with concern.
"We did. But I told you that there would be something that we wouldn’t be able to heal."
"Ok you said, her fever and her emotional state. That was pain just now." Prue argued.
"Honey was Phoebe hurt at all on the island? Before you left and before you thought she was dead?"
"Hurt how?" Prue asked seemingly trying to remember what happened before her true nightmare started. The day she found out her sister was lost.
"Oh god Prue her shoulder." Realization striking Piper
"Oh god I totally forgot about that." Prue also remembering the tragedy that struck Phoebe.
"What happen?" their mother asked.
"We were gathering logs to build a raft to leave the island when Phoebe tripped. We fell down a ravine. I was standing before Phoebe when she suddenly jumped up and pushed me out of the way, but in doing so she was hit by a falling tree."
"Causing her to dislocate her shoulder." Piper finished.
"Then that is what happen. We healed her injuries from the Source and any other demon. But anything that was non-demonic related we can not heal and you two know that. Her shoulder will be in the same state it was before she disappeared." Leo explained to them.
"I just wish I knew what happened." Piper said as she watched her sister sleep.

Prue and Piper kept a constant vigil beside their sister. Neither one willing to leave her side, after they had moved her upstairs into her own room. Their Mum was called back as the elders felt her job was fulfilled. She had helped heal the youngest Halliwell and now it was time for her to go. But deep down she had a feeling that she would be back. She chalked it up to mother’s intuition. She wasn’t sure how she knew she just did. Before leaving she watched her three girls on Phoebes bed. She was so proud of them all. Her darling girls; the Charmed Ones. Watching with pride she then turned and orbed out of the Manor, leaving them as always; to care for each other.

Phoebe awoke once again feeling only the sharp pain in her shoulder. Wincing as the pain shot through her body.
"Oh."
"Phoebs your awake."
"Prue?"
"Yeah. How you feeling?"
"My shoulder hurts. Where’s Piper?"
"She went to get you some food for when you woke up."
"Oh." Phoebe looked up at her big sister wearily, not really sure how to approach her.

Piper walked in the room carrying a tray with some soup on it.
"Hey you. How you feeling?"
"I’m ok." Phoebe said sheepishly.
"Well I made your favorite."
"I’m not really hungry Pipe."
"Phoebe you have to eat something honey."
"I’m fine Prue." Phoebe snapped
"Phoebe please." Piper practically begged her sister. She needed to get some food in her sister or she would never get better.
"Fine." Phoebe gave in.

After Piper helped her with her soup Phoebe nestled down around her covers, her fever still raging through her small frail body. Piper took the dishes back to the kitchen leaving Prue and Phoebe alone once again.
"Phoebe take this it will make you feel better."
"Prue it gross." Phoebe said remembering the medicine that Grams would give her when she was younger.
"I know honey but it will make you feel better." She said holding the spoon out to her sister, "Please."

Phoebe looked at the purple liquid on the spoon that her big sister held. Looking up to Prue she knew that in the end her sister would win, so she opened her mouth and swallowed the medicine with a face.

"Ok now see that wasn’t so bad."
"Easy for you to say."
Laughing at the face that Phoebe was making Prue helped her back down to the bad and wrapped her back up in the quilt. "Get some rest now sweetie."
"Prue can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What happen? I mean how long was I gone for?"
Prue watched the concern and almost fear on Phoebes face.
"You were gone for a little over four months. We thought you had died."
"Died. How?"
"We thought you were killed by a shark. It’s weird though, deep down inside I refused to let you go, it was like I knew it wasn’t real. I wanted it to just be a bad dream. And when Piper and I got back I kept having the same nightmare every night. I couldn’t come to terms with your death. It just seemed wrong after all we had been through."
"Whoa. I never saw that coming."
"Never saw what coming?" Piper asked from the door. She had been standing there long enough to hear Prues confession to their sister

"Piper? How long were you standing there?" Prue asked.
"Long enough." Piper answered, getting her own hiding message across to her sister, you finally opened up. " Phoebe you feeling any better sweetie?"
"Not really. But I should after some sleep." She replied sleepily as she fought to stay awake.
"Ok honey get some rest. Piper and I will be right her." Prue said lovingly as she ran her hand over Phoebes head. Gently kissing her forehead.

Phoebe had wondered down to the kitchen the a few days later and came across Mary, Gina, and Liz. All she had done for the past few days was sleep. It was good to get out of her bed again.
"Oh hi." She said looking at the three strangers.
"Hi Phoebe."
"I’m sorry and you are?"
"Oh sorry. I’m Mary this is my granddaughter Gina and her friend Liz."
"Hi. I’m Phoebe. But it would seem that you already knew that." Phoebe said making her way to the fridge for a glass of juice. "Your friends of Prues or Pipers?"
"Both actually. How you feeling?"
"A bit better thank you." Phoebe said as she left the kitchen and made her way back up to her room. Unaware of the eyes that were watching her, eyes that would report back on her slow recovery progress.

Phoebe lay on the couch later that day with her older sister just watching her. She had been home for a few days now but to Prue it seemed like a lifetime ago. She couldn’t believe she was getting a 2nd chance with her baby sister

Phoebe stirred once again as she had many times before. As if having a nightmare, but not completely. Opening her eyes she saw her sister watching her.

"Prue what’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Oh. Then why do you and Piper keep walking around me on eggshells, as if I might disappear again?"
"Phoebe we told you already."
"Yeah, Yeah. I was gone for over four months and you thought I was dead. Did you actually think I was dead? You said yourself that you thought maybe I was still alive"
"Yes, but we couldn’t..."
"Couldn’t what Prue? Why didn’t you look for me? Why didn’t you have Andy look for me?"

At the sound of Andy’s name Prue looked shocked, "What did you just say?"
"Why didn’t Andy and you look for me? You are always saying I’m like a little sister to him where was he?"

Prue stood and glared at her sister. "How dare you? Have you no thought of other peoples feelings at all?"
Prue stormed out of the room not even realizing what her sister had actually said. Not even realizing what was wrong.
Piper walked into the living room and watched as Prue stormed off. Sitting next to Phoebe, "Phoebe what happened?"
"I'm not sure. I just asked her why Andy never came looking for me."

Piper looked at her sister, "Phoebe why would you say that?" asking with concern
"Oh I don’t know maybe because Andy is family."
"Phoebe. Andy died."
"What do you mean he died? I was only gone four months. How was I to.."
"Phoebe. He died two years ago." Piper stated

The silence of the underground for told what was to happen. Sitting in his dark corner, Retsew rocked on his heals rubbing his hands over his head, the voices speaking to him, telling him to bide his time.

"What?" He said to the air, tilting his head to better hear.
"No no no, I'm not going to go out there."
"I don’t want to." he whined, listening to the air.
"You go, I want to stay here."
"Don't be like that. I have to find her. She's the one we want."
"I know she got away! But she can't hurt me anymore."
"What do you mean she's changed?"

Laughter filled the darkness as the imaginary voices filled his deluded brain. Retsew would find the one who he blamed, and she would pay for his torments. No one heard his one sided conversation.

"We must hit him now. He is too weak to defeat us while he’s alone." Hcetv told his followers. "Take a different path, each of you, meeting at his chambers."
"He will know regardless," one of his followers said. "He has eye's everywhere."
"Are you questioning me?" Hcetv asked softly, menace dripping in his words.
"No, just making sure we are aware of every possibility."
"Do not worry about him, he will be distracted, I have already sent him a plaything." Krow was not the only one playing both sides against each other, Hcetv thought to himself, to bad he would have to get rid of her.

His thoughts turned to the witch he had seen facing off against the Source, her powers filled his being with want and to have them was his desire now. He knew she would prove a challenge but he would have them and her soon, of that he had no doubt.

As Erutangis bent down before him, the Source leaned forward awaiting the words he knew his slave would speak.

"It has begun Master." the slave said, his eye's down.
"Good, are the others in place?"
"Yes Master, all is as you ordered. They await the word to take them down."
"Good! Now leave." the Source told him. "But remember, Hcetv is not to be harmed, I will deal with that traitor as I see fit."
"As you wish Master." Rising to his feet, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
"Are you sure that’s wise?" Krow asked when the slave was gone.
"Do not question my orders. Ever!" he said, backhanding the demoness. Picking herself up off the floor beside the settee, Krow looked at him with fear in her eyes and hatred in her heart. 'Soon' she thought, 'I will be the one looking down on your dead corpse.'

"You will learn that no one and nothing can defy Me." he hissed at her. "All traitors will pay."

Spinning on his heals, he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him and to her horror, she heard the sounds of his enchanted lock slide into place. She was trapped!

He slid from shadow to shadow, hiding in the dark niches as he made his way towards the Sources chamber, his presence unnoticed, or so he thought. As he stepped into one such alcove, he heard a swishing sound, the last sound he ever heard as a blade sprang from the wall, cutting off his cry, as well as his head. The first demon to die in the revolt.
"I'm sure. The winner of this battle will go after them."
"What?"
"No, she is going to be mine. I earned her."
"No, they can’t stop me, I'm unstoppable."
"No you can’t have the others. We will have to kill them to get her."
"I know, but it's the only way to keep her. If we leave them behind, they will come for her."
"Shhhhh, listen. He's coming."

Inside the walls of his chamber, Retsew listened to the sounds of footfalls passing, his mind turned to the voices talking in his head. No matter who won, he would get his prize he was certain.

The Source heard the sounds of death floating through the underground, both his servant and the one's who dared to challenge his rule. With each death he gained more strength, drawing the powers before the victors could, and yet he waited.

He waited for the one he knew would be coming. Hcetv. When he faced him he would need every ounce of energy he could steal for the one who sought to kill him was also his second. He would not let this one escape as he had failed to stop Belthazor. Turning to Erutangis he took up his sword, holding it before him, Waiting.

Looking around the room wildly, Krow searched for a means to escape but found nothing. With a scream of rage the demoness tore the room apart, her fury reaching a frantic pitch until the unexpected happened, the wall collapsed, revealing a tunnel out.

Cautiously she entered, disappearing into the opening, heading for what she hoped would be freedom.

"So, you have come." the Source said as Hcetv entered the room. "You think you can defeat me."
"I can and will. You have failed to many times. You have gone soft." came the reply. "You are no longer the threat you were. It's time for new leadership."
"And whom will you lead? All the others are either dead or close to it."
"Does it matter? I will destroy you and prove myself the strongest, just as you once did."
"Then let us see." the Source said, sweeping his blade up and only a quick step back allowed the fight to be joined as Hcetv felt the steel pass close to his throat.

The sounds of a struggle emanated from a corridor to his left. Turning slightly, the Source saw movement coming his way. Watching closely he saw two demons come towards him, struggling against each other. Finally they pulled apart and each one threw bolts of energy at the other both disappearing an explosive discharge.

The circled around each other, sizing up their opponent, each trying to judge what was going to happen. Feigning to the right, the Source twisted left, swinging at Hcetv's feet the obsidian demon jumped high to avoid the swing he countered with his own swing, striking the Source in the chest with his feet.

Stumbling backwards, he caught himself from falling blasting out at the traitor before him. At the same time, Hcetv rolled left, taking the blast across his shoulder, roaring in pain.

"You will pay for that!" he hissed, looking at his former master. "You will die a slow death." Launching himself at the Source, he sent them both to the ground, tumbling end for end as they slammed up against a wall, sending a shower of rocks cascading down around them.

Stillness settled over the chamber as the dust settled neither combatant moving. A rat scurried out of the wall, sniffing at the trace of blood that filled the air, searching for food.

She walked for what seemed like an eternity, tripping in the darkness of the tunnel, peering in vain for light. At one point she heard what she thought was fighting, but it to was swallowed up by the blackness. Tripping over something, she fell to her knee's, landing on something soft and unmoving. A slave, trapped in the endless night, he had lost his battle, dying a short time ago. Searching through the hapless mans pocket, she found a book of matches, and striking one, she found her self in what looked like a bedroom, and on the walls, were decorated with pictures of the witch the Source was fascinated with.

Retsew heard the muffled sounds of stone on stone, leaving the safety of his lair to investigate. Arriving at the place he knew had been the focus of the noise he found a figure digging, looking frantically for something.

"Don't just stand there, the Master needs our help." the man said.
"The Master?" he giggled, looking at the rubble. "He's got a lumpy blanket. You shouldn't wake him. He's cranky if you do."

Looking at the demon before him, Erutangis recoiled from his madness. He had heard the Master talk of this one and what punishment he suffered at the hands of a witch. Turning back to the task he started digging once more.

"No no no." Retsew said, grabbing the man by the back of the neck, picking him up. "I told you not to wake him."

As he stared into the terrified eyes of the man squirming in his grasp, he gave a disgusted snort and tossed him away. The sound of bone’s breaking barely registered on the insane demon's mind as he turned to leave the room. Shaking his head at the man's stupidity, he did not see Erutangis's body slide lifelessly down the wall.

He stirred, the memory of the last few moments before blackness overtook him flashed through his mind and anger flared in his veins. With a heave, he pushed himself up, his demonic strength boosted by his outrage, allowed him to escape the rubble. Looking down he saw his enemy laying there, helpless. Spotting the hilt of his sword the Source grabbed it, but even as he thrust it at Hcetv his eyes opened and the traitor vanished, shimmering out.

Howling in fury, the Source climbed to his feet, he retreated back to is room barely sparing a glance at the crumpled figure of his slave.

As he approached the door to his retreat, he stopped, looking at the figure standing there awaiting him.

Mary watched from the kitchen, as Prue ran up stairs leaving Phoebe on the couch somewhat bewildered. It was the first time since Phoebe had returned that any of the sisters had raised their voice at her. She followed Prue upstairs though not really sure of what to do for the oldest sister.

Gina watching the exchange from another part of the Manor smiled as her eyes took on a reddish haze. She stayed where she stood and watched as Piper approached the youngest Halliwell witch. Waiting to hear the exchange between the two. Though she also watched as Mary made her way up stairs. She knew where her grandmother was going, to comfort the oldest. Whatever Phoebe had said Gina could see the sadness in the eyes of Prue.

"Piper what are you talking about? You said I was gone four months not two years. How can Andy be dead?"
Piper looked at the hurt and confused expression on her sisters’ face. But what she didn’t understand was how Phoebe could so blatantly talk and ask about Andy like that. She knew it was still a soft spot for Prue even after all these years. "Phoebe he was killed by Rodriguez two years ago. He came through that door and saved us. Don’t you remember?" Piper asked starting to get extremely worried.
"I remember seeing him like it was yesterday Piper. Now you sit here and tell me he was killed two years ago." Phoebe had fresh tears on her face. She was starting to get scared. "Piper. Why can’t I remember that? I should remember that."
Piper pulled her sister close to her as she cried, "I don’t know honey. But we’ll figure it out." Piper assured her sister, though not really sure what to think herself

After calming down Phoebe a bit Piper looked her sister in the eyes. She could see the fear there, the fear of the unknown. "Phoebe what is the last thing that you remember before waking up on the couch?"
Phoebe sat in her sisters’ arms relishing the love that she was receiving. She thought a bit about of what Piper asked her. Before she said anything.

Mary quietly knocked on Prues door.
"Prue? Are you ok?" she asked as she gently opened the door a bit. Though not a lot for she did not want to intruded on her friends privacy. She didn’t need the power of premonition to know that the youngest had hit a sour spot with the oldest.
"I just need to be alone right now Mary."
"It might help to talk about it."
"I don’t even know where to begin."
"How about the beginning." She encourages Prue to talk about what happened.
"A long story short. Andy was my one true love. He was killed two years ago by a demon named Rodriguez. Phoebe was there. Why all of a sudden would she bring him up? How could she say that to me?"
"Prue I’m sure there must be a reason to Phoebe." Mary said gently as she sat on the bed beside Prue.
"I think she does things like that just to piss me off."
"I’m sure that’s not it Prue. She loves you with all her heart. And I know that you and Piper do her as well. You forget I saw you when you found out she had died."
"Then why?"
"I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?"
Prue looked up at Mary and saw then wisdom of her age. Prue knew deep down that Phoebe would never intentionally hurt her. So then why? Prue stood from her bed and intended to find out why.
"Thank you." She said quietly taking the older woman’s hand in her giving it a gentle squeeze. As she turned and left her room, making her way down the stairs.

"Phoebe?"
"It was when Prue and I vanquishing Jackson Ward." She answered quietly afraid of the wrath of her sister. "And you coming home from Hawaii." She added hoping her sister wouldn’t hear the first part.
"Jackson who?" Piper asked confused.
"Jackson Ward. He was ghost that Phoebe and I got involved with when you were in Hawaii." Prue answered Piper.
Piper looked up at Prue whom she could tell had been crying, and watched as she made her way to the couch where her and Phoebe sat.
"Phoebe. I’m sorry I yelled at you. But Jackson Ward? We vanquished him about two months before Andy was killed."
"That’s the last thing I remember Prue." Phoebe said as she cried once again in Pipers arms. "What’s happening to me?"
"Oh sweetie we’ll figure it out." Prue said as she rubbed her baby sisters’ back.

"It sounds like post traumatic stress syndrome." Came a voice from behind them.
Turning they saw Liz standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"What?"
"It’s when a person experiences a trauma and maybe even a bang on the head. They block their minds to events that had happened to them. Sometimes they go back to a time when they were happy. Or just a significant thing that happened to them at that time." Liz explained, "No one really knows why people go back to certain moments in their life."
"So Phoebe can’t remember anything after that?"
"Looks like it."
"That’s why she didn’t know about Andy. The last thing she knew Andy was very much alive." Prue said more to herself then anyone.
"Liz will she get better?" Piper asked with concern.
"Most recover. Though some slower then others."
"So I can’t remember anything that has happened to me in the past two years?" Phoebe asked now more scared then before.
"Phoebe, we’ll help you through this honey." Prue said gathering her sister in her arms. She was still amazed at the weight that Phoebe had lost while she had been gone. She was still, even after the few days she had been home, just mostly skin and bone.
"I’m scared Prue." She cried. "What if I never remember? How am I supposed to help the power of three?"

Gina watched with delight at the conversation before her. Oh the Source would be pleased. With Phoebe not remembering anything for the past two years she would not be able to remember spells that she wrote, or the bond that she shared with her two sisters; especially Prue.

She smiled at the possibility of getting her revenge on the power of three. But deep in side her she felt a tug. ‘Charlie’ was alive. So how could she be angry with the sisters? How could she be angry at the Charmed Ones when her friend was one of them? Shaking the feeling from her head she turned and left them to figure things out as she blinked down to her one true friend. Her Master; the Source.

Phoebe finally cried herself to sleep in her sisters’ arms.
"Prue, what are we going to do now? I mean its great that we have her back. But what if she can never remember?"
"Piper she will. She’s tough remember. If anyone can pull through this its Phoebs." Prue told her sister if only to reassure herself.
"I hope so."

The next day Cole finally shimmered into the Manor, having thwarted another onslaught of bounty hunters. He knew that the Source would never give up especially once he found out that the one witch that Cole had taken was Phoebe. He appeared in her room and stood there as she slept peacefully.

Prue came into Phoebes room and saw Cole just standing there watching her sister sleep.
"Cole."
"How is she Prue?" never taking his eyes off his sleeping love.
"She’ll be ok Cole."
"That is not what I asked Prue and you know it. How is she really?"
"Cole." Prue answered in a tone that led Cole to think that the oldest Halliwell was hiding something.
"Prue I deserve to know what’s going on. I need to know." He said raising his voice.
"Ok but not here." She said leading him out of Phoebes room.

Prue led Cole down to the main floor to the kitchen. He stood there watching Piper at the counter cleaning dishes. He had come to learn that Piper cleaned when she was nervous or scared of something. And seeing her there now scared him to no end. He knew then that there was something wrong with Phoebe.

"Piper."
"What?"
"We need to explain things to Cole."

Piper turned to look into the eyes of the half demon that had fallen in love with her sister. What they would say could break his heart all over again. He finally got her back after months of despair only to now lose her again.

"Piper what’s going on? What’s wrong with Phoebe?" he knew he could get the truth out Piper.
"Cole please sit down."
"Prue no! Just tell me what the hell is wrong with her!" He yelled now completely losing his temper, to the point he could almost feel Belthazor boiling to get out.
"Cole she can’t remember anything for the past two years." Piper blurted out
"Excuse me?"
"She has post traumatic stress syndrome. She can’t remember anything after Prue and her vanquished some ghost."
"Jackson Ward." He said quietly still in shock to what they had just said
"What did you say?"
"It’s in the book I had to study you three. I got that info from the Source. A time when two betrayed the third."
"Betrayed is a bit harsh Cole. All we did was not tell her about it."
"True. But it brought you two closer whether either one of you ever admitted it or not."
"Ok so forget that little bit for now. How are we gonna get through to Phoebe now?" Prue asked them hoping to get Pipers mind off the ghost bit.
"Well we need to get her to remember for starters. And Prue I really think we should take her to a Dr. to get that shoulder looked at."
"I know Piper. But I didn’t want to raise any question on her fever. But now that she is almost over that I agree."
"Its just now we will have to explain why she is so skinny." Piper said in defeat.

"Phoebes honey. You need anything?"
"No Piper I’m ok. Thanx though." Phoebe answered as she made her way up the stairs.

They had taken Phoebe to the doctor to look at her shoulder. After some x-rays and some pain medication the Dr. sent her home. Though he had booked her in for some minor surgery in a week. Just to re-set it correctly.

Phoebe lay on her bed looking up at the ceiling wonder where her life would go. Did she have a boyfriend? Were she and Prue really getting along, as they seemed to be? There were so many questions that she didn’t have the answers to. What if this effected the power of three?

She didn’t even remember how she hurt her shoulder like she did. She would have to ask Prue and Piper to help her fill in some of the blanks for her later. She slowly succumbed to the drugs that the doctor had given her.

Piper looked in on her sister and watched as she slept peacefully. At least she thought is was peaceful. She couldn’t see the perspiration beading on her sisters’ brow. Closing the door she headed down the stairs.

Entering the living room she found Prue asleep on the couch. Taking the blanket from the back of the couch she gently laid it over her big sister. They had been through so much in the past four months it was all finally catching up with all of them. But the main thing now was that Phoebe was back.

"She’ll be ok Piper."
"I know Mary. It’s just the last four months and all the guilt we both carried in us. And now we have a second chance again."
"And together you will all be stronger for it." She said placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Piper placed her hand over the woman’s. "I’m just glad were all back together right now Mary. And now we have to get our Phoebe back. And some how I have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a new chapter in our lives." Piper stated, as she never took her eyes off her sleeping sister.

She tossed as the memories once again assaulted her mind. It was if she was walking through a cloudy haze. She would see the images and just as she started to recognize faces they would disappear and another would take its place. They would continue until they ran their course before starting again.

Piper sat in the living room reading a book as her older sister slept. She was trying her hardest not to go upstairs and check on Phoebe. She knew that in some ways Phoebe needed some time alone to process everything that had happened in the last few days. She knew that her sister would come to them when the time was right. Placing the book down on her lap she starred out the window. It was actually a fairly nice day for that time of year. The winter months tended to be wet and cold in San Francisco. But today was unusually bright and sunny. The kind of day where the sisters would normally take a winter picnic to the park. But there was nothing normal in the Manor on Prescott Street that day. They had lost a sister and now she was back. But to Piper she would never truly be back until she remembered. Remembered a bond that they all share.

It was hard for Piper as she once again played middle sister between Prue and Phoebe. Phoebe just couldn’t get past the years of arguing that they did when they were younger. For Phoebe that was where her and Prue stood. Still bickering about the stupidest things. Piper just wanted her whole sister back, not just physically there.

Prue woke and watched as her younger sister sat deep in thought. She had a pretty good idea what she was thinking about too: Phoebe. She knew, because that was who she had been thinking of as well. There had to be a way to reach their sister. To get her to remember again. For Prue knew that if she didn’t then she would lose both sisters all over again.

"She’ll remember Piper."
"Are you sure Prue?" Piper whispered not taking her eyes from the window.
Prue never responded, because she wasn’t sure. "We just have to have faith Piper like Mum said. And you and I will be here for her every step of the way."

Piper was about to say something when the scream from upstairs that was heard throughout the Manor. "Phoebe." They both said as she ran up the steps.

Running into Phoebs room they found Mary sitting next to her just holding her in her arms. At the site of her sisters Phoebe immediately turned to them.
"Ok Phoebs we got you now. Sshh honey. It’s ok." Piper calmed her sister down.
Prue ran her hand over Phoebes back knowing that always calmed her sister down whenever she was scared. After finally getting her cries to soft sobs Prue asked the question on all theirs minds,
"Phoebe. What did you see honey?" she asked as gently as she could.

Sitting on the bed Phoebe looked up at her sisters. She rested her head against Pipers shoulder before saying anything. Then to her own surprise, as much as the others, she left the safe warm embrace of her middle sister and crawled onto Prues lap. Snuggling into her body as if to hide from the dreams of the world.
At first Prue didn’t know what to do. Ever since Phoebe had come home she had pushed Prue away. Looking up at Piper as if to ask for help, Piper just raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say I don’t know Prue just go with it.
"Honey. What was it? Please tell me."

Sniffing back a few more tears Phoebe whispered so softly that no one heard here. She just hung on to Prue as if her life depended on it.

"Phoebs we can’t hear you when you have your head buried in Prues arms sweetie." Piper said lightly scratching Phoebes back.
"He killed her. He killed Prue." She said pulling her head out form her sisters arm
"Who killed who honey?" Piper encouraged.
"I don’t know who it was. But he killed Prue. But it was different somehow. Prue was. She was young, like a teenager. And he just stabbed her in the back. All we could do was watch." She explained as she once again broke down into tears.

Prue looked at Piper with realization. Phoebe had remembered a part of the past. When they had to deal with the Genie, and the dragon warlock had killed the teenaged Prue. Well it wasn’t great, but it was a start at least.

"Phoebe that was the past. You’re starting to remember some things." Prue assured her sister, who still clung, to her in her arms.
"Well if that is any indication. I don’t want to remember." She sniffed as she sat on Prues lap.
"Phoebe you’ll remember the good times too."
"I guess so." She sighed.
"Phoebe was there anything else that you remembered?" Piper prodded gently
"Not really. Just images mostly, but every time I tried to remember who or what it was it was gone."
"Ok Phoebs, it’ll come just give it some time." Prue advised her little sister.

Liz stood at Phoebes bedroom door watching on as the sisters comforted the youngest. She watched with envy at the love they had for each other. She had always wanted sisters and Gina was the closet that she had. But to see the Halliwells now made her wish even more on something that she never had, or will have.

She thought back to their time in the darkened caverns of the Source and what Gina had done to her. If the memories that Gina had inflicted on her where anything that Phoebe had experienced she wished deep down that her memory would never return. For going through that once was enough for anyone not to mention twice, which is what Phoebe would end up doing if she remembered.

The pain and lose was all the feelings that Liz felt when that happened. And she knew just by watching them in the past few days, that Prue and Piper would also feel that pain and lose, because they knew it happened to their baby sister and they could have done nothing to prevent it.

Gina tensed as she saw the Source approaching, his clothes dirty, torn and bloody, his face a mask of fury, and when she saw his demeanor she took an involuntary step back. She was confused by what she had seen at the manor, Charlie was alive, but she was really their sister? She saw her die, touched her mind, she was gone, how could she now be alive? Was she doing the right thing, helping to destroy them?

"Why are you here?!" he demanded, seeing the witch standing there.
"I… I bring news." She said, cringing at the anger in his voice. "The power of Three is whole again."
"I know this." He said, stalking around the room.
"But how? I saw her die, as Charlie, How can she be alive?" she asked

He stopped pacing, hearing the question in her tone, knowing he had to do something to distract her, or she would break his hold. Walking up to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing his thoughts into her mind. As his thoughts bombarded hers, she fell to her knee’s, holding her head as pain lanced through it.

"You will never question me. Every time you do, you will feel this pain, and every time you feel it, it will get worse. I am your master, never forget that.’ His thoughts slammed into her’s, overwhelming her and she cried out in agony as her temple seemed about ready to explode. As he pulled his hand back, the pain started to fade, and a sigh of relief escaped her.

"Your friend is alive because of me." He told her as she opened her eyes. "I saved her, but I could not heal her. That was beyond even my power. I had to let the traitor find her, to take her back with him. I would have told you, but I wasn’t sure she would survive when I found her."
"Why? Why did you let him take her? He betrayed you, like they betrayed me?"
"I did it so you would see who you could trust. I need your help as much as you need mine." He told her, the words of deception rolling out of his mouth with ease. He had to keep her from discovering the truth or he would lose his last, best hope of destroying the sisters.

"Mary, have you seen Gina?" Liz asked as she entered the kitchen.
"No, not for some time now. I thought she was with you?"
"No, she disappeared again. I’m getting worried, she keeps vanishing, and that’s not like her. She usually tell me when she’s going somewhere, but ever sense we got her back, she’s been distant, moody."
"Has she said anything to you, about what she’s thinking, or feeling?" Mary asked her. She too had noticed how distant Gina was keeping everyone, and at first, she thought it was because of the mood of the sisters, and Gina’s ability to feel what other’s were thinking, but as time wore on, she noticed that she was spending more and more time alone, shutting everyone out who tried to talk to her.
"No, and that what really scares me. I think the source did more then we know to her."
"What do you mean?" Mary asked.
"She has to talk about it, it’s the only way for her to start getting better."
"What about her nightmare’s, do you know what those are about?" Mary asked, her thought’s on her granddaughter.
"No. What am I going to do?"
"You ask for help." Prue said as she moved into the room, walking over to the older witch. "We will go with you to talk to her. Maybe if there is more then one person talking to her, she will open up." Looking at Piper, Prue saw the agreement in her face.
"Why would you do that for us?" Liz asked, surprised at the sincerity in there offer. She was still not used to being around so many people who knew their secret. Looking around her, she was suddenly filled with a sense of belonging, like she had found what she had been missing.
"Thank you." She told them, all her feelings being transformed in those simple words.

Standing up, Gina went to the door of the room she shared with Liz. She knew that she had to do something soon or the Charmed one’s would discover what she was doing. They deserved to be punished, she could not let them get away there lack of action, her new mentor had shown her that. As she descended the stairs, she came face to face with the one she thought was her friend, the one who had betrayed her the most, Liz.

"Gina?" Liz said in surprise. "We need to talk to you." She said, indicating the two behind her.
"Why?" she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "Can’t you just let it be?"
"No, it’s important." Liz told her, taking her hand and drawing her into the living room.

No one noticed Phoebe slowly coming down the stairs, watching them. She had been watching the other two witches, there was something about the one called Gina that seemed to be right there, in the back of her mind, waiting to come out. What it was, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, all her other memories so far had been to painful.

Following them to the door way of the living room, she stopped out of sight, waiting to see what was going on.

"Gina, please sit down." Liz said as she moved to the couch, pulling her friend down beside her.
"What’s this all about? What is going on?" Gina asked, nervous.
"I’m worried, about you, about us." Liz said. "You seem so distant. Please, what is going on."
"Nothing." Gina lied, not looking her.

Prue stood back, seeing the reaction on Gina’s face and shared a knowing look with Piper, Gina was hiding something, it was as plain as day from were the sisters stood.

"Gina?" Piper spoke up. "We know that you saw things, felt things when you were down there. We just want to help you through this."
"You don’t know anything." Gina said, her voice raising in volume.
"No, we don’t, but if you tell us, maybe we can help you." Prue told her.

Gina sat there, her temple pounding as she listened to the words coming from the others. How could they stand there, acting like nothing had happened, like they had not caused all the pain they had. She could not let them know what she was thinking, it would ruin everything. They would have to pay, but it was not time yet.

"I don’t want to talk about it." She told them, standing up and moving to the window.

Liz watched her friend, her heart aching for her, for what she must be going through. As Gina stood by the window, she rubbed her arms, her head down, like she always did when she was troubled.

"Gina, please, I’m your friend. You are like a sister to me. I can’t stand to see you like this." She said, moving to her. "I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what your thinking, what your feeling." Reaching out, she placed a hand on Gina’s shoulder, trying to offer comfort.

As she felt her touch, something inside of Gina just snapped, and anger swept through her. All the lie’s, all the words, they could not change what they had done. They were acting as if nothing had happened. Turning, Gina shoved Liz away, sending her stumbling back to were the others were, Prue and Piper catching her, keeping her from falling.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Gina shouted.

In the door way, something inside of Phoebe clicked, and she remembered where she had seen Gina before. It had been dark, but it was the same woman, and she had tried to help her. The memory was still faint, but in her heart, Phoebe knew she had helped her, that they had helped each other through something that was to painful to remember. Trying as hard as she could, she could not bring it into focus. The only thing that was clear was that they were both in a lot of pain.

Liz stood there, shock written all over her face at Gina’s action. In all the time she had known her, she had never reacted like that, never deliberately tried to hurt her. She was like a different person all together.

"Gina! What are you doing?" Prue asked, just as shocked as the others.
"You left me there! How dare you act like you don’t know!" Gina said, her words filled with anger.
"What are you saying?" Piper asked her, confused.
"I know what you were doing. You were just standing around while they did what they wanted. You left those witches there, to suffer, to die! You left me!"
"No." Liz said, "I did everything I could, we all..."
"You’re lying!" Gina yelled, glaring at them. "You stayed here were it was safe. You failed us, you failed Charlie. And WE are the one’s who paid for it! We are the one’s you let this happen to; us!"
"No, I didn’t. You are confused, hurting, you know I would not let that happen, not if I could stop it." Liz said, trying to reach out to her.
"You were the first one to betray me! You left me to save yourself." Gina said, moving towards them.

Piper just stood there, staring at Gina, she could not believe what she was seeing, for right before her eye’s she was changing. Her eyes were starting to glow a crimson red, but even as she thought this, something happened. Something that none of them thought they would see.

The Telepathic witch stopped, listening to something only she could hear, and blinked out.

"What just happened?" Prue asked, stunned.

The others could only look at her, for if Gina could blink, she had gone to the side of evil.

She watched as the confrontation took place in the Manor. She knew towards the end what was happening; that soon she would have no choice to either show her hand or leave. She watched in delight as the witch disappeared leaving the rest complex.

She appeared in a room and was slow to take in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the big stuffed bear on the bed. He showed his wear by the bare marks around his neck. Definitely signs of a child’s love. As she looked further around she spotted a few more stuffed animals on the dresser. Sitting beside them was a picture of three girls in their middle to late teens. She could tell that they were sisters by the similarities. On the bed stand she saw another picture of which she thought were the same girls only much younger and they were with another woman. A picture that she assumed was a family portrait of the girls as small children with their mother.

Over by the window was a seat that was built right into the wall that had pillows and another bear sitting on it. She could almost see where a person would spend hours of their day sitting there with a book or just to think.

The walls held very little but a few porcelain butterflies set in a row of three. She wondered again if there was a connection with the butterflies and the three in the picture.

Other then that and a few pieces of furniture the room gave no sign of who lived in the room. The only thing that she could surmise was that if it was a family, then this room was that of the youngest. For it was always the youngest of the family that tended to hang on to old pictures and their favorite bear.

She made her way over to the window seat and just starred out to the rainy April showers. She always loved that time of year. Mostly because she knew that spring was a new beginning and that the flowers would soon start to bloom once again. But there was something that seemed familiar to her, and she was not sure. Until she heard the voice. It seemed to explain something to her but it just made her more confused. More confused at who she was, really. Then in a flash it seemed to all come back to her, she knew the room she was in, she had stayed in that very room. And those in the house had to suffer. She would wait until the true occupant of the room returned, and then together they would make those suffer, those who left them behind.

Phoebe stood from the step as she listened to the argument. What was it about that woman that she found so familiar? She had come down stairs to find her sisters, but she seemed to have walked into a battle of wills. She stepped around the corner just as it seemed that someone was there and they were gone. Phoebe just figured it was the light and there was no one there at all.

"Prue."
"Phoebe we thought you were sleeping." Prue approached her sister.
"I’m ok. I just wanted to talk to you and Piper. What's going on in here?"
"It’s nothing Phoebe lets get you back to bed." Piper said with caution for she knew that they would eventually have to tell Phoebe what was going on, bunt they weren’t sure at that point how.
"Don’t coddle me Piper. I heard a big fight. And I think I know that girl Gina from somewhere but I don’t know where." Phoebe lashed out at her sister.
"Phoebe."
"Prue no I deserve to know what the hell is going on. I get glimpses of a memory that I don’t even know are mine or if it’s a premonition. We have three people staying in the Manor who all seem to be carrying secret of some sorts. I need to know what happened to me Prue. Please." The last part barely above a whisper.
"Ok. You’re right. You do deserve to know. But not now. Right now we need to figure out why Gina just blinked out of this room." Prue finally conceded defeat to her baby sister
"Gina blinked?" Phoebe question, as she knew blinking was a demonic power.
"Phoebe, I know you’re scared right now. But Gina is my best friend, and I can tell that there is something seriously wrong. She has been acting strange ever since we all got back. Now I know that your sisters don’t want to tell you yet what happened to you, but I will." Liz stated as she saw the look of protest from Prue, "or at least what I can. It may be the only way to help Gina."

She saw Prue again who was looking at Piper.
"We’ll tell her Liz." Piper said quietly, as she took Phoebes hand in hers and led her to the couch. Sitting down with Phoebe in the middle Piper took both her hands and tried to understand what had happened four months ago.

"Phoebe a little over four months ago we thought you died off the coast of Bermuda by a shark."
"Bermuda?"
"That’s another story honey." Prue said from behind her.
Piper looked up at Prue and back to Phoebe before she continued. "The only thing we can think of now was the Source must have kidnapped you as he had Prue."
"The Source kidnapped you?"
"Well actually it was his goons but yeah. But with the help of an old friend I was able to get away."
"So this is why I can’t remember?" Phoebe asked quietly.
"Yes. When someone suffers extreme trauma his or her mind shuts it out. And sometimes it takes other memories with it." Pier stopped and watched her sister closely.
"Phoebe as you start to remember it means that you are healing. But we need to know if you have had any memories at all of where you were or." Prue stopped not wanting to know that answer to the thing she had to say.
"Or what he did to me?" Phoebe finished for her.
"Yes."
"I get brief images in my mind Prue. Right now I don’t know what's right or wrong."
"I know honey. But we wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. We think that the Source may have done something to Gina."
"She was taken too?"
"Yes. And ever since she has gotten back Liz has sensed something wrong. They have a very powerful connection as we do. They were destined to find each other and help us defeat the Source."
"I don’t remember though. I look at her or I hear her and she seems familiar but I don’t know from where. Maybe I saw her there, but I don’t know." Phoebe said a tear glistened down her cheek.
"Ok Phoebs it ok." Piper said as she took her sister in her arms.
"What happen to me?" "Phoebe cried on her sisters shoulder as they sat trying their best to comfort their youngest sister.

It was then that Leo orbed into the living room. Seeing the girls before him he realized almost immediately what was going on. Either Phoebe was remembering another upsetting moment or she was remembering what happened to her down there. He had news to tell them but he wasn’t sure how. He knew that they all would be very angry with him at first because he was the barer of the news but he just hoped that eventually they would realize that it was not his fault. He couldn’t stand to have Piper mad at him, let alone her sisters.

Prue looked up and saw Leo standing there. She could tell by the look on his face that he had news for them, and she could tell it was NOT good.
"Phoebs sweetie. Why don’t you go back up to bed? Piper and I’ll be up shortly. Maybe we can all crash on your bed and watch your favorite movie."
"Prue you hate that movie."
"I know. But if we can spend time together with you then I don’t mind watching it."
"Ok." Phoebe agreed as she sniffed back a few tears. Getting off the couch she made her way up the stairs and to her room.

They watched as Phoebe made her way up the stairs, before Prue turned to Leo.
"Ok Leo what’s going on?"
"What?"
"I know that look Leo. What did they tell you? And don’t tell me nothing. The Source is still alive, our sister can’t remember anything from two and half years ago. And when she does its scares the crap out of her. And then we have Gina who is obliviously not herself. So tell us what they told you."
"I’d would rather tell you three together, for it is you that this effects."
"Ok then lets go upstairs and you can tell all three of us."
"Prue. Let’s wait a bit, let Phoebe get settled in before we go charging up there with news that could hurt her." Piper put in.
"Ok. Lets go make some popcorn and grab a few drinks."

She stood starring out the window, waiting. She knew that she would come back sooner or later. And when she did she had to tell her the truth. She had to convince her of the truth that they were all just deceiving her. She turned as she heard the door open. Locking eyes with the small woman before her she didn’t say anything.

At first she didn’t move as she locked eyes with the woman in her room. ‘Where do I know you from?’ she thought. Phoebe didn’t even turn as she quietly closed the door behind her.
"Gina right?"
"Yeah."
Phoebe just nodded and sat on the edge of her bed watching the woman before her. As she stood on front of the window.
"Gina what are you doing in here?"
"I’m not sure really. I had a fight with Liz and your sisters. They don’t understand. Its there fault they left you there, and all the witches."
"No. My sisters would never leave me there. Not with him. They thought I was dead."
"No Phoebe. They have turned. He has turned them all. We are not safe here. You and I are the only ones that know what they did. That is why they will not help you. Help you with your memory. I can Phoebe I was there with you. I helped you when you were hurt. And then I thought Retsew killed you. He was crazy. All those voices in his head. He hated you for who you were. But I helped you and I too had help."
"The Source helped you. I understood him to be the Source of all evil."
"That’s what they told you. But him and his followers are here to help us. Your sisters left you there to die Phoebe."
"No. I don’t believe you. My sisters would have come for me."
"Would they?"
"Yes but they thought I was killed by a shark."
"It’s lies Phoebe. Come with me. I will show you."
"I. I don’t know." Phoebe was getting more confused as she spoke with Gina. What she said made some sense. But she didn’t know anymore.

Prue, Piper and Leo made their way up the stairs to the second level of the Manor. Leo was nervous and scared all at once. How could they do that? How could they let them all suffer like that? They stopped outside the door as they heard voices within. They stood there shocked at what Gina was saying. How could she think that they would leave them at the hands of the Source? Especially their baby sister; the very innocents of their own family.

Gina watched Phoebe carefully as she suddenly picked up on the thoughts outside the door. She knew that her sisters were there and that she would have to work quickly.

"What about them? Do you not think that the elders would have known you were alive. And do you think they would not have told your whitelighter. Leo knew Phoebe, and he probably told your sisters. They are evil. There is no purity within them."

Phoebe thought at what Gina had said. It made more sense. Leo can sense her or her sisters. How could they have not known? They must have. And they let her sisters believe that she was dead. Or did they know she was alive and now she was a burden that they need to get rid of?

Outside the door Piper turned to Leo confused.
"Leo?"
"It true. They did now. But I just found out."
Prue glared at him with such anger it could not even begin to be measured. Then in her haste she quickly turned to the door in front of her and opened it stopping this madness once and for all.
"Gina get the hell away from my sister." She hollered.
"Prue no wait." Piper called after her but it was to late as Piper saw Gina fly across the room and hitting the far wall.
"PRUE!"
"Phoebe come here."
"NO! You can’t come barging into my room and start throwing people around." Phoebe shouted at her sister.
"I can when they are filling your head with lies about us."
"Are they? Did you know I was alive? Did you really leave me down there?" Phoebe asked with hurt in her eyes.
"No Phoebe what we told you was the truth." Piper said taking stand next to Prue.
"Leo?" Phoebe looked at her friend and waited for his answer.

Leo stood there watching as Phoebe wait4ed for his answer. He had to say it now, there was no turning back. "They knew Phoebe.: he said quietly.
"Then why? Why didn’t they come for me? For us? Gina is right. You are the ones to blame for all this." Phoebe stepped back and backed up towards Gina who sat in the floor watching with delight as the youngest turned on here sisters. Helping her to her feet she brushed off her clothes and helped her lean on her. "I don’t know you anymore. Either of you. I thought you loved me. But it as all lies." Phoebe said as he looked at Gina.

Gina looked to Prue and could see the fire burning within her eyes. She knew that Prue was more angry at them then anything, but she also knew that she was angry with Gina. For turning their sister against them, after all she had been through. "It’s your fault. All of you. Leo for not telling you and you for leaving us all down there. Down there to rot at the hands of evil. You are the evils ones. And one day Phoebe and I will destroy you all." She starred past Prue and locked eyes with the one behind her. One with tears starting down her face.

"We will meet again Charmed Ones. And when we do be prepared to die." Gina blinked out of the Manor with Phoebes arm linked around her. Taking with her the youngest Halliwell as well.

Hcetv knew it was almost time to put his plan into action. He had managed to escape the Source at the last moment by blinking out, but if he did not attack soon, the Source would regain too much strength and he would not be able to defeat him. Looking around the abandoned warehouse, he frowned, for he had not planed to end up here. This was his one spot that he was completely safe, that no other demon could find him.

Walking towards the desk he used when he was posing as a mortal, he picked up the phone, he needed aid to find where the witches might be. The one he wanted was not at her house, he had gone there first seeking a swift kill and found he could not enter. He waited impatiently for his contact to answer, and when he did, he gave him his instructions, find and capture the witch!

"Now, I will have the power I need, now I WILL take my rightful place as the new Source!" he almost shouted to the empty room.

"What the hell is going on!? How could they know all this time that she was still alive and not tell us?!" Prue demanded. After she saw Gina blink out with her baby sister, the oldest Halliwell had turned on her brother-in-law, almost throwing him across the room as well. The anger in her face told Leo that he had better talk fast, or Piper would soon be a widow.

"I swear, I just found out Prue." He said, looking around to find his wife, an almost pleading expression on his face. "Please, let me explain."
"You had better talk fast Leo, or Prue will not be the only one you will be running from." The icy tone of his wife’s voice showed him just how much they felt betrayed.
"They knew she might be alive, but they could not find her, and they didn’t want to give you false hope."
"So they let us think she was DEAD!" Prue said, taking a step towards him.
"Why?!" Piper asked, "Why did they do that?" she said, moving in front of him, blocking her sister.
"Because you would have done something rash, something you were not ready for. You would have gone after her and if you had, you would have died."
"We were dying with out her." Prue said, turning away from him. Looking towards the sky, she raised her had. "You, you are always interfering with our lives, our happiness, but this time…"

Knowing what Prue was going to say, Liz quickly grabbed her arm, glaring at her. "Now is not the time for that!" she said locking hazel eyes to blue, a silent battle of will taking place. Each of the
woman were sending silent messages, one asking for calm, the other demanding answers, neither giving in. Finally, Liz seemed to get through to the more controlled side of the furious witch, making her see what a mistake she could be making, asking her to remain calm, for all their sakes. The blue eye’s blinked and Prue took a deep breath, realizing that she could not win against the Elders, for now, she would wait.

"I will help you find your sister, and you will help me with Gina, after that we will deal with this." Liz said quietly, knowing that she had just done the impossible.

Gina and Phoebe appeared in a room, the sun streaming in through the curtains, the light streaming through dust mote’s floating in the air. Stumbling a little at the strange sensation of blinking, Phoebe grabbed a hold of Gina’s arm to keep her balance, hearing the other
woman give a little hiss of pain. Turning to look at her, she saw the bruise forming from where she had struck the wall, a reminder of Prue’s anger with the mind witch.

"Are you ok?" Phoebe asked her.
"I’ll be fine. I wasn’t expecting her to do that is all. I thought I would be able to get out before they found me."
"I still can’t believe that they are turning evil, they are my sisters, and I love them. How can we defeat them?" the youngest asked, moving to the couch to sit down. Her shoulder was starting to throb as she had used her bad arm to steady herself when she arrived.
"I don’t know how yet, but I do have a friend who is willing to help." Gina told her, moving to the window. With her back towards the other woman, she could not tell that her eyes were once again
glowing a faint red, or see the flash of anger on her face. Something Phoebe had said reminded her that even though she was here now, she could remember what she was, and what Gina was becoming. She would need to be careful, or she would not get her justice for their betrayal.

"Hello Krow." Retsew said as he walked up behind her.
"What are you doing here!" she demanded, not even bothering to turn and face the crazy demon.
"They said you could help me. They told me you and I want the same things." He told her, tapping the side of his head.

Looking at him, Krow wondered just what he was really thinking, or if he was even capable of thinking at all. For a demon to be driven insane took a lot of power, the power of the one she wanted to kill, the one who was now the Sources plaything.

"We just might be able to help each other after all." She told him, a plan starting to form in her mind.
"Good, good, we can be friends, for now. Then I might have to kill you, you know that." Retsew said, as he stopped, he could hear them, the voices, screaming out, and above it all one stronger then the others, crying for vengeance.

Pacing around the room, Gina felt a familiar touch, a touch she missed, a touch she hated. Liz was trying to reach her. Some how she had managed to follow the connection they shared, but it was stronger then before. She had to block it before they found them. Gina was not
yet ready to face them, to show them just what their act of selfishness had done, both to her and Phoebe, but to the others they had left down there for so long, to be toyed with and killed at the whim of some demon.

The call came again, stronger, but even as she felt herself weaken, ready to answer a new touch was felt, and his thoughts overrode all others, helping her to escape her former friend. In her mind she saw him, standing there in his white cowl, and she thanked him.

Looking up with tears in her eye’s Liz saw the others staring at her, waiting for her to tell them what she had found, but her look told them everything they needed to know. Mary slowly walked up to her, reaching out and wiping the tears away.

"Don’t worry, I will do what must be done, she is my blood." She told her, taking the dagger from the table.
"Mary, what are you thinking?" Piper asked, watching her.
"I cant allow Gina to do this, she’s my granddaughter, and she’s my responsibility. You have enough of your own problems to deal with."
"Mary, she is more then that, she is a good witch, and we will find away to save her. I will not let him have her with out a fight." Liz said with determination, taking the blade away from her. "Besides, if she can’t be saved, you will not be the one holding the knife."

"Did you find then!" Hcetv asked the man who stood in front of him.
"Yes, they are staying in a house on Prescott St. but there are problems."
"What kind of problems?"
"There is an aura of immense power around the house."
"Then they are at the home of the Charmed One’s. We will need help to get to her. Go, get the rest of your men and bring them to me." Hcetv told him, waiting for him to leave. As the door closed, he relaxed, letting his true nature show. Pulling an anthem from his pocket, he twirled it in his hand, watching as the light reflected of it, thinking of the power he would soon have.

Phoebe had fallen asleep on the couch, the medication taking its tool on her weakened state. As she slumbered, her mind roamed, showing her bits and pieces of things she could not see clearly, pictures that for now, she could not place. They were glimpses of the past she had forgotten memories trying to rise to the surface. She caught glimpse’s of herself and a dark handsome man, his love shining as he looked at her. Moments of her sisters, fighting against evil and laughing at happier times.

The dreams were telling her something, she knew, but the images were to fragmented, making no sense to her troubled mind. Turning in her sleep, her hand fell upon a sweater left on the arm of the couch, and even in her dreams, she was pulled into the black and white world of a premonition.

A demon stood over her sisters, ready to strike them down, beside him a woman, her face hidden by her hair. Turning towards the demon, her face was revealed, showing the blank eye’s of Gina.

Snapping out of her vision, Phoebe sat up on the couch, her hand going to her mouth to stifle a gasp. She had seen her sisters dead at the hands of the one she thought was her friend, but her friend was not herself. She had to talk to her, find out just who she was, and what she was thinking. Standing, she went in search of her.

Gina was looking through a photo album, remembering a time when she was happier, a time before she was taken to the dark place that seemed to enveloped her very soul. A time before the one she had thought of as a sister had left her alone against the evil. Hearing a noise, she looked up to see Phoebe standing there, watching her.

"I know how you must feel, I feel it as well, the emptiness, the ache that this has brought. For almost as long as I can remember I have been a witch, but it was only after Liz and I joined our powers that I felt complete. She was the sister I never had. I envy you in a way you know. I wanted to have a sister growing up, but my parents could not have any more. I hate what this has done, her turning away from our heritage, and I know you feel the same, how could you not."
"Gina, what happened? How did they betray us?" Phoebe asked, still not sure just what had taken place in the time she could not remember.
"I.. I can show you, if you want." Gina told her, hesitantly.
"I need to know. I need to know how I can save the lost one’s." Phoebe replied, stepping closer.

Holding out her hands, Gina approached, ready to share her thoughts with the other. Phoebe closed her eyes as the thoughts entered her mind.

The memories bombard Phoebe as she looked on through the eyes of another. To the things that happened to her friend: to her. The images came to the point Phoebe didn’t know if they were coming from Gina, or if they were premonitions of the past. A past that she had forgotten. She could feel as the club was thrust into her own body, pulling her out of her vision. She looked up at Gina who was watching her with interest.

Phoebe tried to process the information she had seen. She couldn’t believe that her sister would leave her like that to face that alone. How could they let her face the Source and do nothing for months?

Gina could see the confusion on Phoebes face.
"Phoebe it true. You have never doubted your premonitions before. How is this any different?"
"I. I don’t know. But they would never."
"Phoebe they did. And now you have to face that and make them pay." Gina explained to her.

Phoebe sat on the couch as her memory of certain times of the past came back to her. She saw things that Gina had forgotten. Were they things that she to had suppressed?

Phoebe remembered certain things that happened. One being that she was not crazy as Gina thought when they first met. Nor was she when she told her the spell. The spell. That was the key. Or was it? Phoebe recalled the fist time that they had really made contact. The day that Phoebe had put her trusts in Gina. The day she had told her of the spell that would free them all from the Sources torment. The only thing was that it required the power of three.

Phoebe recalled, as the Source thought her for dead and had his henchmen take her away. She had played into his hands perfectly. His men had taken her far away from the confines of the tunnels and she was free to roam freely. She had then found her way above to the surface and had almost found her sisters. She had almost found her self in their arms when she saw him. He was walking right towards them. There was nothing she could do, for she found herself behind him. He stood between her and her happiness.

She did the only thing she could at the time, she recited the spell that would free them all. But now she was more confused then before. She didn’t know who was good and who was evil. Gina was trying to tell her that her sisters were evil. Yet somewhere deep in her heart she knew that her sisters were good. Yet what Gina said made sense to her on some level. Her sisters had abandoned her. They had never even tried to look for her. But she thought about what they said, about the shark and al the blood. What other conclusion would she have reached if it had been her hearing that news?

She watched Gina and felt that something was just not right. What, she was not sure but she would play along until she found out.

"Ok Krow. Do we have a deal or what?"
"Of course we do. For we each want something that the other can offer. A witch for sacrifice."
"As I said." He said as the voices echoed through his mind. All demanding revenge and little did they know that they would receive that revenge only it would not be as they wished it.
"So what do you suggest?" he asked
"I know where they are. And there are the two together. Soon we will have all the Charmed Ones on our grasp."
"And I will have my revenge on her she was not losing her mind. She just convinced the Source that she was dead to escape. Another proof of his incompetence. And soon he will see his own demise."
"So are you ready to face your demon Retsew?"
"Bring her to me Krow and I will help you with your own revenge."

Phoebe watched, as her friend seemed lost in her own thoughts. She tried to recall what happened to her through her memories that Gina had shared with her. But it still made on sense. She knew that Prue and her had never really gotten along. And the time that they had been together since her return from New York had been trying to say the least. But the memories that Gina gave her of what happened scared her. She saw as Retsew had beaten her and left her for dead in the hollows of the Sources underworld. She saw as Gina cared for her the first time that he had come for her. But it just didn’t make sense for her. Deep down she knew that her sisters would NEVER betray her, would never leave her like that. Leave her in the hands of the Source to die.

She watched as Phoebe sat on the couch seemingly deep in her own thoughts. She had to get her to realize the harshness of their crime. A crime against the Wicca world, a crime against them. She could see the doubt in her eyes. She was still not completely convinced. Her sisters had a too strong a hold on her.

Phoebe walked towards Gina and sat beside her, her mind in turmoil.

"Gina. What really happened to us down there?"
"I showed you."
"You showed me but what happened? To us? You were a good witch. We both were. I can’t believe that they would leave us there. There must be more to this then we remember."
"Phoebe that is all I remember. I saw you die and that was all I needed. You were all I had down there. When he killed you a part of me died too."
"Gina I gave you the spell to give to my sisters. You did that and the witches were freed because of that."
"No they were freed by them, by him."
"No Gina, my sisters freed them. I saw it in my vision. Prue and Piper freed the witches with the spell that I gave you. You know deep inside that I’m right and my sisters are good. We are good. And the Source is the epitome of evil. We both know that." Phoebe said slowly convincing Gina. Slowly she was getting through to her friend. She could see the change in her face, a face that was turning from darkness back to the light.

Phoebe recalled the vision of her sisters. The deathly picture before her still stuck in her head. She could not let her sisters die no matter what. There must be away to save them.

"Gina you must see it. He is using you to get to us. No matter what happens anywhere the Source wants the Charmed Ones dead."
"Phoebe you have to help me to fight him off. He is to strong." Gina whispered as she suddenly felt something over come her as the pain wracked through her brain.
"Gina?" Phoebe put her hand gently on Gina’s shoulder as the other witch writhed in pain that was echoing through her mind.
Pulling away from the touch, "No. It’s not true. They must be stopped. You all must be stopped." She cried out as the pain went through her. She knew what was coming as she felt herself disappear from the House that she had shared for so many years with her friend Liz.

Phoebe sat there as her friend suddenly disappeared. ‘Ok now what?" Phoebe thought as she realized that she had no idea where she was or how she would get back to her sisters.

Prue paced back and forth, and watched as Piper sat on the couch waiting for an answer, an answer from anyone. She had just gotten her sister back and now she was suddenly gone again. She looked at the clock and felt her blood seemingly boil, as it had now been more then four hours since her sisters had disappeared. Where had Gina taken her?

Phoebe sat on the couch alone as the darkness outside seemed to almost consume the air around her. There was something around her that she was not quite sure of, but she found her body tingling. Then just as quick as it happened it was. Before she could really see her surroundings, her world went fuzzy and the last thing she remembered was her world spinning as she felt herself falling to the ground.

Prue and Piper were talking when they heard a strange sound from upstairs. Thinking it was the Source himself they made their way with caution up to the attic.

As they passed the bedrooms on the second floor they both thought the sister that they lost again. Prue was heading straight for the attic where as Piper had a feeling deep inside, a feeling she wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. She reached out for Prue’s hand and pulled her lightly towards one of the doors. Reaching for the handle she opened the door with caution.

With Piper pulling her along Prue entered the room slowly, the darkness surrounding them, as the street light below the window cast a faint shadow on the room. Looking around taking in all the hidden shadows they entered the room further.

"Piper there is nothing here." Prue whispered from behind her sister.
"Shh. I have a feeling Prue."
"Great but then lets go get the book." Prue suggested trying to get he