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Sarah
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Warning: If you are uneasy reading about themes such as: sexual abuse, drinking, and drugs, we suggest you do not read it.
The young girl sat staring at the blazing car. The car that held her parents... well not her real parents, her adoptive ones. As she cried for the loss of the two people who were always there for her she clutched the locket that sat around her neck. Her only connection to her real family. She should've been sad. But she couldn't, just couldn't. She didn't believe it was happening. The whole thing just seemed to fade into her mind. A firefighter came up to her and said, "Honey, were you in that car?"
She looked at him bitterly, "How the hell would I be. I'm here aren't I? Unlike t-them." Said the young girl as the whole incident played over and over again. Flashback: The girl was walking down the street, and she looked pissed. She kicked a can as she continued down the street. How could her parents think she would actually smoke? I mean, yeah she had done stupid things before, but she would never do that. They didn't even listen when she told them she didn't know how it got in her book, and when she opened it in school a teacher saw it and sent her home. She knows her parents would be pissed when she got home, hell she couldn't blame them, she just storm. Out of the house and down the street, and little did she know her parents were looking for her. For some reason she looked up and met the eyes of her worried mother in the car at an intersection, and before she knew what was going on, the truck hit them head on and both vehicles went up in flames. She remembered running up to the car, while people were furiously taking out phones and calling 911. She collapsed on the hard cold sidewalk. Everyone saw that too. She blacked out.
End of flashback: She sat in the chair as all the people walked around her. Then a lady walked up to her.
"Hi, my name is Prue Halliwell, and what is you're name?"
"P..P...Paige Matthews."
"How are you Paige?" It was funny that Paige had wanted to work at one these places… and even though she was traumatized, she still did. Paige grunted back at the lady who couldn’t be more than twenty. She was kind of pretty and familiar; she shuttered to think that it could be a friend of her mom’s.
“I know this time must be hard for you. I lost my mom at a young age too.”
“Oh, everybody be careful around the little girl who just lost her parents.” Paige muttered.
Prue sat down on the couch next to Paige and handed her a soda. “Honey, I know you’re angry, but do you think you could tell us some details about your mom and dad.”
“I’m adopted.” Paige scoffed, looking down at the floor.
“Yes we read that from your file. Do you have any uncles or aunts…”
“I have a real mom somewhere.” Paige looked up at Prue hopefully.
"Well Paige, do you know anything about your real mom?"
"No, all I have of her is this locket. But I could never open it."
"Well, why don't I help you, see I have a locket too, and to open it I need to use a locket opener because it gets stuck at times." Prue said as she showed the young girl her locket. Strange thought Prue, these lockets look very much alike. But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. So Prue opened the locket and before she could see anything, Paige ripped it out of her hands.
Reading from the locket, "To my beautiful baby girl, love mommy” Looking at the other side there was a picture, of whom Paige assumed to be her mother holding her when she was just born.
"She was beautiful, here look." So Paige showed Prue the picture.
As she looked at the picture Prue was in shock, the picture inside the locket was of her mother, Prue's mother holding a small baby girl.
Prue dropped the locket, “Oh. My. God.” She breathed hard, “This-this can’t be right.”
Paige looked at Prue funny, and picked up the locked, holding it close to her heart. “What’s wrong?” She whispered, still looking at the beautiful person who was her mother.
“She-she can’t be your mother because she’s mine.” Prue let herself sit down again.
Paige brushed her reddish brown hair out of her face, picked up a strand and examined it carefully. “It’s probably just someone who looks like your mom that’s it.”
But Prue wasn’t listening; she fished through her small black purse and took out her wallet. She plucked a picture out and showed it to Paige. There was the woman in the picture holding a baby and clutching two little girl’s hands. The oldest girl had black hair like Prue. "Wow they really look alike,” said Paige
"Paige, sweetie, I know we can't go based on this, but I remember when I was younger mom, well, she got fat… and then for a couple of days she went away. I don't remember much because I was only 7 or 8 but I remember that. And now you show up, with the same exact locket as my sisters and I and a picture of our mother."
"Really?"
"Really, but the only way to find out is to ask M… maybe our grams, if you really are my baby sister."
“Wait so your mom died?” Paige looked defeated.
“Oh, honey… I’m sorry, but if she really is your mom, my grandmother will know.”
“So take me to your house.” Paige said abruptly.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Prue was still a little shocked, but she had to stay strong for the girl.
“No, please. I have nowhere.” Paige looked pleadingly at Prue.
“Oh alright.”
A few minutes later, Prue had checked Paige out and they were in Prue’s car. Paige had been a bit squeamish of cars since, the accident. But she really really wanted to meet her real family. “So who were those girls in the picture?” Paige asked, but she already knew.
“My sisters, Piper and Phoebe.” Prue answered, her eyes on the road.
“Oh cool! We have sisters?”
Prue smiled; she didn’t want to tell Paige to not get her hopes up. “Yeah.”
“How old are they?”
“Well Piper is seventeen and Phoebe is a little more close to your age; fifteen.”
“Oh. Well isn’t it weird we all have P names?”
"Yeah weird" But Prue's mind wasn't really on what Paige was saying.
Prue pulled the car into the driveway and got out motioning for Paige to do the same. And she did. The two of them walked up to the house and Prue let them in.
"GRAMS! GET DOWN HERE! YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!"
Grams came running down the stairs.
"What! What is it Prudence, what's wrong?"
"Did mom have another daughter after Phoebe?"
"What are you…" before she could continue, Penny saw the girl standing behind
Prue, "Oh my."
"Uh-huh. Okay grams what is going on?"
"One moment Prudence," shouting up the stairs, "Piper, Phoebe, get down here now!"
Piper and Phoebe rushed down the stairs. Piper looked happy, as always, but Phoebe looked a little down. Seeing this, Prue went over to her.
"You okay sweetie?"
"Yeah, but Prue?"
Yeah Baby?"
"Can we talk later, just the two of us?"
"Of course we can."
Grams cleared her throat.
"Okay girls, this may come as a shock to you, but this is Paige, your baby sister."
“Huh?” Piper scrunched her eyebrows together.
“So you’re serious grams, I mean, she’s serious.” Prue almost screamed. Phoebe clutched her older sister and Piper inched towards them.
“Grams, how the hell did this happen?” Phoebe asked.
“Well… When a man-
“I think we know that grams, I mean she’s fifteen. How about the real story?” Prue asked, regaining her composure.
“Well girls, it all started after your mother divorced Victor.” Grams whispered as if this was an old wives tail. Paige wanted so badly to ask, well who the hell is Victor, but she stayed quiet and kept her eyes on her new sisters. She looked at Prue, obviously the oldest, calmest. She was the protector of the youngest sisters and Paige wished that she could be the protected. Her hair was pretty short, black and eyes blue, she was gorgeous. Piper had that “I am so over being a teen” look. She looked sophisticated even in jeans and an old t-shirt. She seemed to be the one who took everything in doses and the mediator. The one who said, Guys I don’t think we should do this. She was also pretty and had long brown hair, twisted into a bun. Brown eyes like Paige. The one who Paige could already most relate to was Phoebe. Phoebe was in her usual slouching posture, her light brown hair a wavy mess. She looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Wet spots on her shirt. Paige shook her head and tried to pay attention to HER grandmother.
“Your mother fell in love with… well one of her work partners. His name was Sam. They got pregnant right away and Sam said he would, uh get fired if she had his baby. Your mother was so angry, but she had to give your sister up.”
“Well that Sam must have been one bastard.” Phoebe said. She looked over at Paige and mentioned, “I’m sorry, its just I think it’s a stupid reason to leave a kid.”
Paige smiled back like, ‘no problem’.
“Things were complicated then, but Paige you have to know that your mother loved you. It was the hardest thing she ever did; when she left.”
Flashback: Patty lay on the big bed, tired and worn out. She held a teeny baby girl in her arms, wrapped in a pink blanket with a strange symbol on it. A sad rugged man orbed in with another blanket.
“Why do we have to leave her Sam?” She asked; tears constricted her throat.
“You know I don’t want to leave her either, but she’ll be a lot safer if They don’t find out.” Sam lay down next to Patty and held his daughter and kissed her. Patty’s cheeks were tearstained.
“Why is this so hard? She’s just a baby. They won’t do anything to her.” Patty sobbed, she had gone through so much pain and sorrow now to only let her go. “Can her sisters at least see her?”
“You know about the legacy of the Charmed Ones, they can’t know.”
“What if there could be four Charmed Ones?” Patty asked; she loved this tiny child. How could she possibly let her go?
“You know I love her too. She’s going to have the best family and I’ll always be watching her.” Sam kissed Patty and comforted her.
“Should we name her?” Patty asked.
“If you want, but it’s only going to make things harder.”
“I think we should. She needs to inherit at least one thing from her past.” Patty whispered, stroking the girl’s tiny hands.
“Okay, the traditional P?”
“What else?” Patty managed a weak smile.
“Do you have a name honey, I think you should be the one to name her.” Sam said, stroking her hair.
“Paisley and Paige. What do you think?” She asked, Sam and the baby.
“I like Paige.” Sam said, and the baby gurgled happily.
“Paige is it is then.” Patty smiled again. “Unfortunately, to be fair we should leave the other two names to her parents.”
“I guess so.”
“Baby girl, you mean the world to me. I wish I could stay with you forever and see you grow older. I guess life just doesn’t work that way huh. But I’m sure that I will see you again, one day when you’re older. A beautiful woman and your sisters will love you. They’ll protect you even when you’re not with them. Oh god… I just don’t want to say goodbye.” Patty took the baby in her hands and planted a kiss on her forehead. She fastened a locked around Paige’s tiny neck with her picture and a small note.
“I love her so much.” Sam stated.
“Maybe one day she’ll scry for us.” Patty said.
“Maybe.” Sam said. He didn’t believe it, how could he? Her powers were bound from the beginning.
Penny, Patty’s mom knocked on the door and said, “It’s time.”
Patty and Sam nodded, tears cascading down my cheeks. They let Paige’s grandmother hold her and kiss her. Then, Patty took Paige, smiled at her one last time, and looked at her one last time. “May we meet again.” Sam took her hand and they orbed to a church.
The church was quite beautiful; the sun was shining bright through the colorful stained glass. A young nun was surprised by Patty and Sam’s appearance but she rushed over to them. “Are you angels?” She whispered.
“We came here because our daughter is in great danger. She needs a good home.” Sam whispered, Patty crying. “The best you can get her.”
The nun took Paige carefully and said, “I’m sister Agnes. Your little girl will be safe. God bless you.”
“Thank you sister Agnes, you don’t know how much this means to us.” Sam said. He started to orb out, “Her name is Paige.”
“Blessed be.” Patty sobbed, and then the two orbed off.
End of Flashback:
"So you see," continued Grams, "Paige, your mother and father loved you so much, that they did the hardest thing for them, so that you would grow up safe, and hopefully happy."
"I understand," said Paige.
Prue stood and walked over to Paige, pullin The young girl sat staring at the blazing car. The car that held her parents... well not her real parents, her adoptive ones. As she cried for the loss of the two people who were always there for her she clutched the locket that sat around her neck. Her only connection to her real family. She should've been sad. But she couldn't, just couldn't. She didn't believe it was happening. The whole thing just seemed to fade into her mind. A firefighter came up to her and said, "Honey, were you in that car?"
She looked at him bitterly, "How the hell would I be. I'm here aren't I? Unlike t-them." Said the young girl as the whole incident played over and over again. Flashback: The girl was walking down the street, and she looked pissed. She kicked a can as she continued down the street. How could her parents think she would actually smoke? I mean, yeah she had done stupid things before, but she would never do that. They didn't even listen when she told them she didn't know how it got in her book, and when she opened it in school a teacher saw it and sent her home. She knows her parents would be pissed when she got home, hell she couldn't blame them, she just storm. Out of the house and down the street, and little did she know her parents were looking for her. For some reason she looked up and met the eyes of her worried mother in the car at an intersection, and before she knew what was going on, the truck hit them head on and both vehicles went up in flames. She remembered running up to the car, while people were furiously taking out phones and calling 911. She collapsed on the hard cold sidewalk. Everyone saw that too. She blacked out.
End of flashback: She sat in the chair as all the people walked around her. Then a lady walked up to her.
"Hi, my name is Prue Halliwell, and what is you're name?"
"P..P...Paige Matthews."
"How are you Paige?" It was funny that Paige had wanted to work at one these places… and even though she was traumatized, she still did. Paige grunted back at the lady who couldn’t be more than twenty. She was kind of pretty and familiar; she shuttered to think that it could be a friend of her mom’s.
“I know this time must be hard for you. I lost my mom at a young age too.”
“Oh, everybody be careful around the little girl who just lost her parents.” Paige muttered.
Prue sat down on the couch next to Paige and handed her a soda. “Honey, I know you’re angry, but do you think you could tell us some details about your mom and dad.”
“I’m adopted.” Paige scoffed, looking down at the floor.
“Yes we read that from your file. Do you have any uncles or aunts…”
“I have a real mom somewhere.” Paige looked up at Prue hopefully.
"Well Paige, do you know anything about your real mom?"
"No, all I have of her is this locket. But I could never open it."
"Well, why don't I help you, see I have a locket too, and to open it I need to use a locket opener because it gets stuck at times." Prue said as she showed the young girl her locket. Strange thought Prue, these lockets look very much alike. But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. So Prue opened the locket and before she could see anything, Paige ripped it out of her hands.
Reading from the locket, "To my beautiful baby girl, love mommy” Looking at the other side there was a picture, of whom Paige assumed to be her mother holding her when she was just born.
"She was beautiful, here look." So Paige showed Prue the picture.
As she looked at the picture Prue was in shock, the picture inside the locket was of her mother, Prue's mother holding a small baby girl.
Prue dropped the locket, “Oh. My. God.” She breathed hard, “This-this can’t be right.”
Paige looked at Prue funny, and picked up the locked, holding it close to her heart. “What’s wrong?” She whispered, still looking at the beautiful person who was her mother.
“She-she can’t be your mother because she’s mine.” Prue let herself sit down again.
Paige brushed her reddish brown hair out of her face, picked up a strand and examined it carefully. “It’s probably just someone who looks like your mom that’s it.”
But Prue wasn’t listening; she fished through her small black purse and took out her wallet. She plucked a picture out and showed it to Paige. There was the woman in the picture holding a baby and clutching two little girl’s hands. The oldest girl had black hair like Prue. "Wow they really look alike,” said Paige
"Paige, sweetie, I know we can't go based on this, but I remember when I was younger mom, well, she got fat… and then for a couple of days she went away. I don't remember much because I was only 7 or 8 but I remember that. And now you show up, with the same exact locket as my sisters and I and a picture of our mother."
"Really?"
"Really, but the only way to find out is to ask M… maybe our grams, if you really are my baby sister."
“Wait so your mom died?” Paige looked defeated.
“Oh, honey… I’m sorry, but if she really is your mom, my grandmother will know.”
“So take me to your house.” Paige said abruptly.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Prue was still a little shocked, but she had to stay strong for the girl.
“No, please. I have nowhere.” Paige looked pleadingly at Prue.
“Oh alright.”
A few minutes later, Prue had checked Paige out and they were in Prue’s car. Paige had been a bit squeamish of cars since, the accident. But she really really wanted to meet her real family. “So who were those girls in the picture?” Paige asked, but she already knew.
“My sisters, Piper and Phoebe.” Prue answered, her eyes on the road.
“Oh cool! We have sisters?”
Prue smiled; she didn’t want to tell Paige to not get her hopes up. “Yeah.”
“How old are they?”
“Well Piper is seventeen and Phoebe is a little more close to your age; fifteen.”
“Oh. Well isn’t it weird we all have P names?”
"Yeah weird" But Prue's mind wasn't really on what Paige was saying.
Prue pulled the car into the driveway and got out motioning for Paige to do the same. And she did. The two of them walked up to the house and Prue let them in.
"GRAMS! GET DOWN HERE! YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!"
Grams came running down the stairs.
"What! What is it Prudence, what's wrong?"
"Did mom have another daughter after Phoebe?"
"What are you…" before she could continue, Penny saw the girl standing behind
Prue, "Oh my."
"Uh-huh. Okay grams what is going on?"
"One moment Prudence," shouting up the stairs, "Piper, Phoebe, get down here now!"
Piper and Phoebe rushed down the stairs. Piper looked happy, as always, but Phoebe looked a little down. Seeing this, Prue went over to her.
"You okay sweetie?"
"Yeah, but Prue?"
Yeah Baby?"
"Can we talk later, just the two of us?"
"Of course we can."
Grams cleared her throat.
"Okay girls, this may come as a shock to you, but this is Paige, your baby sister."
“Huh?” Piper scrunched her eyebrows together.
“So you’re serious grams, I mean, she’s serious.” Prue almost screamed. Phoebe clutched her older sister and Piper inched towards them.
“Grams, how the hell did this happen?” Phoebe asked.
“Well… When a man-
“I think we know that grams, I mean she’s fifteen. How about the real story?” Prue asked, regaining her composure.
“Well girls, it all started after your mother divorced Victor.” Grams whispered as if this was an old wives tail. Paige wanted so badly to ask, well who the hell is Victor, but she stayed quiet and kept her eyes on her new sisters. She looked at Prue, obviously the oldest, calmest. She was the protector of the youngest sisters and Paige wished that she could be the protected. Her hair was pretty short, black and eyes blue, she was gorgeous. Piper had that “I am so over being a teen” look. She looked sophisticated even in jeans and an old t-shirt. She seemed to be the one who took everything in doses and the mediator. The one who said, Guys I don’t think we should do this. She was also pretty and had long brown hair, twisted into a bun. Brown eyes like Paige. The one who Paige could already most relate to was Phoebe. Phoebe was in her usual slouching posture, her light brown hair a wavy mess. She looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Wet spots on her shirt. Paige shook her head and tried to pay attention to HER grandmother.
“Your mother fell in love with… well one of her work partners. His name was Sam. They got pregnant right away and Sam said he would, uh get fired if she had his baby. Your mother was so angry, but she had to give your sister up.”
“Well that Sam must have been one bastard.” Phoebe said. She looked over at Paige and mentioned, “I’m so