As she stared at Prue, beautiful, whole, alive, Paige felt her knees go weak. She clutched Phoebe's arm in a painful grip, felt Piper hanging onto her shoulder, and spared a brief moment to wonder just who was holding who up. Beside her, Piper stepped in front of her, toward Prue, an expression of hope and painful longing plain on her face.
Prue turned around at the sound of her name, her eyes narrowing when she saw them standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, harshly, and Paige could feel Piper stiffen next to her.
"Prue-" she started, but the older woman cut her off, sharply.
"Don't Prue me," she snarled, her eyes flashing with fury. "Is this your handiwork? Did you come back to gloat, or something?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Prue?" Phoebe asked, incredulously, moving forward to stand beside Piper.
That left Paige exposed, and when Prue saw her, she went completely white, and her hands started shaking.
"Let her go," she said, her voice coming out in a low growl as she stepped toward Paige. "I don't know why you're here, or what you want, but Paige is not a part of it. Just let her go."
"What?" Phoebe asked, glancing automatically back at Paige, and Prue took that moment of distraction to wave her hand at Phoebe, sending her flying across the room to crash into the couch and disappear over the back. "Ow," Phoebe muttered, from out of sight.
"Damn it, Prue!" Piper yelped, staring at her older sister in disbelief. "What the hell?"
In answer, Prue raised her hand again, this time aiming at Piper. Paige quickly pushed Piper behind her, standing between Prue and Piper as a shield. To her relief, Prue faltered as soon as Paige moved in front of Piper, and Paige breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
"Prue?" she said, cautiously, "What'cha doing?"
"Paige, run," Prue said, her eyes never leaving Piper's face. "Just get out of here, I'll hold them off."
"I'm not going anywhere until we figure out what's going on," Paige said, firmly, and then her eyes flicked from Prue to Darryl, where he had his gun trained squarely on Phoebe. "And, would you please put that away?"
"Yeah," Phoebe spoke up, a tiny tremor in her voice. "Guns make me nervous."
"And you two make me nervous!" Prue snapped, drawing their attention back to her. "Paige, get away from them. I don't know what you remember-"
"I remember that these are my sisters-" Paige started, and from behind her, she heard Piper let out an impatient sigh.
"Oh, this is ridiculous," she huffed, pushing Paige out of the way and glaring furiously at Prue. "What the hell is your problem, Prue?"
Paige hastily grabbed Piper and pulled her back, again. "No powers, remember?" she said, pointedly. "That means the baby, too."
"And so I'm supposed to use you as a human shield?" Piper demanded.
"Yes!" Paige told her.
"Hello!" Prue snapped, sharply, and Paige turned to face her oldest sister, again. "What are you two doing?"
"They're bickering," Phoebe spoke up, helpfully, from across the room. "They do it all the time."
Prue looked between the three of them, incredulously, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then, her gaze landed on Piper again, and she blinked, like she was actually looking at her for the first time.
"Are you pregnant?" she finally demanded.
"You just now noticed?" Piper asked, a sarcastic tone in her voice.
"I think she just now noticed," Paige said, softly, getting a smirk from Piper.
"You're pregnant," Prue repeated, stunned, as she stared at Piper. "How are you pregnant?"
"Well," Phoebe said, in a sing-song voice, "Piper and Leo love each other very much-"
"I got that, thank you," Prue muttered, waspishly. Looking between Piper and Phoebe she said, "Then, you're not my Piper. And you're not my Phoebe."
"Which is what we were trying to tell you," Piper told her, "before you started throwing us around like rag dolls."
Prue ignored her, looking instead at Paige. Something indescribably sad flashed across her face. "You're not my Paige," she said, softly, and Paige shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she said, and Prue smiled at her, sadly.
"When I saw you," she said, quietly, "I thought – it was foolish, really. I thought I'd gotten you back. Who are you?" she asked, her voice scratchy. "If you're not my sisters – who are you?"
|Julian McMahon||as Cole Turner|