Charmed: A Fifth Sister/Adopted Daughter

6. Prue's Power

A few hours later, Phoebe and Prue were at a bar. Piper got picked up by her boyfriend Jeremy and so Dorinda was stuck with the two at the bar. It took a lot of convincing to let her go in as she is only five. Phoebe looks older, so they just let her in and now she and Prue both had drinks in front of them. Phoebe had a shot and Prue had coffee. Dorinda just sat in an empty seat next to Prue watching and listening to them. "The chosen ones? The Charmed Ones? Phoebe, this is insane." Prue said.

"Are you telling me, that you had nothing strange happen to you today? You didn't freeze time, move anything, or throw some kind of electric energy ball from your hands?"

"Roger took an exhibit away from me. Alright, look, Phoebe, I know that you think that you can see the future, which is PRETTY ironic..."

"Since you don't think I have one? That my VISION of life is cloudy, compared to your perfect hell? Even if you don't want to believe me, just ONCE can't you trust me?"

"Phoebe, I do not have special powers. Now, where is the cream?" She asked then right as the last syllable left her mouth, the cream slid across the table by her mind and filled her coffee.

"Really? That looks pretty special to me."

"Oh, my, God. So, um, I can move things with my mind?"

"With what you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now."

"I don't believe it." Prue replied holding her head.

"This must mean that Piper can either freeze time or throw electric energy balls." Prue took Phoebe's shot and quickly downed it. "Are you ok?"

"NO, I'm not ok! You've turned me into a witch!"

"You were born one. We all were. And I think we better start learning to deal with that." Prue shook her head then paid for the drinks. She grabbed Dorinda who was trying to process what Phoebe said and they started to walk out. "When I was looking through The Book Of Shadows, I saw these wood carvings. They looked like something out of a Bosch painting. All these terrifying images of four women battling different incarnations of evil."

"Evil fighting evil. That's a twist."

"Actually a witch can be good OR evil. A good witch follows a wiccan rede: An it harm none, do what ye will. A bad witch or a warlock, has but one goal: To kill GOOD witches and obtain their powers. Unfortunately, they look like regular people. They could be ANYONE anywhere."

"And this has WHAT to do with us?"

"Well, in the first wood carving, they were in slumber. But in the second one, they were battling some kind of warlock. I think as long as we were in the dark about our powers, we were safe. Not anymore."

"Does that make ME a witch too?" Dorinda asked.

"We were born one, so yeah. That would make YOU one too."

"What power do I have?"

"I think I might know, but I'm not quite sure." Phoebe replied and Prue smacked her in the arm. "OW! What was that for?"

Prue just rolled her eyes and they walked to the store to pick up Phoebe's prescription.

At the store, the pharmacist walked up. "I'll be right back with your prescription." He said.

"Take your time." Phoebe replied.

Prue was getting a headache and asked the pharmacist before he walked away. "Excuse me, but where do you keep the Aspirin?"

"Uh, aisle three."

"Thank you." She replied and Phoebe followed her.

"Chamomile tea works great for headaches."

"Not for this one, it won't." Prue said looking through the aisle.

"You know, I'm not afraid of our powers. I mean EVERYONE inherits SOMETHING from their family, right?"

"Yeah. Money, antiques, a strong disposition. That's what NORMAL people inherit."

"Who wants to be normal when we can be special?"

"I want to be normal. I want my life to be... You know, ISN'T this AISLE three?!"

"Well, we can't change what happened. We can't UNDO our destiny."

"Do you see ANY Aspirin?" Prue asked ignoring what Phoebe just said.

"I see chamomile tea."

"Look!" Prue replied turning around to face her younger sister. "I have JUST found out that I am a WITCH. That my SISTERS are witches! And that we have special powers that will apparently unleash all forms of evil! Evil that is APPARENTLY going to come looking for us! So EXCUSE me, Phoebe, but I am NOT exactly in a homeopathic mood right now."

"Then move your headache out of your mind." She replied. Prue finally saw the Aspirin behind her and made it fly into her hands shocking her. Phoebe smiled in realization. "You move things when you're upset."

"This is RIDICULOUS. I thought you landed on your ankle. Not your head."

"You DON'T believe me."

"Of COURSE I don't believe you!" She yelled.

"Roger." Phoebe said in a sing-song voice. Lots of Aspirin bottles came flying off the shelf onto the floor making everyone jump in surprise. "Now lets talk about Dad and see what happens."

"He's dead, Phoebe." Prue said.

"NO. He's moved from New York, but he's VERY much alive."

"He ISN'T to me. He died the day he left my mother."

"What are you TALKING about? He's ALWAYS been a major button pusher for you. You're mad he's alive, you're mad I tried to find him, and you're mad that I came back. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad." She taunted.

All the sudden, EVERYTHING came flying off the shelves onto the floor making them jump. Dorinda squeaked. "Aunt Phoebe, stop it. Mommy's scaring me now."

Phoebe ignored her and looked at her oldest sister. "Feel better?"

"Lots." She replied slightly smiling.

"The Book Of Shadows said that our powers would grow."

"Grow to what?" And they both slightly laughed.

Dorinda giggled and hugged Prue's legs. "What's MY power, Mommy?"

Phoebe lifted her up as Prue had the Aspirin. "I'm not sure. We'll have to see when it decides to show itself." She replied and ruffled her hair.

Dorinda giggled. "Stop it! You mess my hair up." She said putting her hands on her head in attempt to cover it.

Prue and Phoebe laughed and they went to pay for everything.