A/N Okay so it has been forever since I've posted a story and this is my first for Charmed and OUAT, so we shall see how this goes haha. Some things you need to know before we start: This is an AU and some things won't match up with current OUAT or the Charmed comics. This takes place during the first season of OUAT, and so I will be attempting to keep that more so the same in flow but details, like the creation of the Dark Curse as you will see, have been altered. This also takes place after the final season of Charmed the TV series, not contingent on the comics. Also, for the purposes of plot, the timelines were matched so Charmed ended at the same time Once Upon a Time began.

Enjoy! Please RR! :D

Chapter 1: I'm alive?

In the Enchanted Forest a long time ago … well, 5 years in our time give or take …

A very anxious Prue Halliwell awoke in a dark chamber. It appeared she was alone, but she was experienced enough in these types of situations to know that wasn't the case, she sensed someone else's presence. Magical, certainly, the air buzzed with energy. Good or evil though, she wasn't quite sure. She sat up on the cold wooden table where she had been lying, happy to find she was restrained by nothing but her own aching body.

"Prudence Halliwell," Came a deep hiss, "Or should I call you Prue? Glad to see you're finally coming to."

"What's going on? Am I -" she began but hesitated. This didn't feel like heaven, or hell, or even the astral plane. Even though the last thing she remembered was crashing through a wall.

"Dead?" the cackling voice came from the shadows, "Not quite dearie. Not yet anyway."

Out from the shadows came a man, whose skin appeared to be made up of scales, whose attire seemed to come from another century and whose wry smile suggested he was mad. It was clear that he was a threat.

Prue immediately set up to defend herself with her magic, awaiting him to make the first move.

"Uh uh uh, we will have none of that now dearie," the strange man stated, strolling closer and waving his finger as if disciplining a child, "no, not if you ever want to see your sisters again."

"What do you know about my sisters?" Prue asked in what she hoped was a threatening tone.

"I know you all come from a very powerful line of good witches, and that is why I need you," he stated wryly.

"If you know that then you should know that they will come for me," Prue stated as bravely as she could, because, in all honesty, she was so disoriented, one minute she could swear she was dead and the next ...

"Oh, no they won't," he stated with a bone-chilling laugh, "they're too busy mourning your death!"

"But you said-" Prue began.

"Oh I know what I said, and I don't lie," he stated walking around the table, though Prue made sure to keep her eyes on him. "You died, or rather in the grand scheme of things, were meant to. That's why I was able to bring you here, it didn't mess with anything that is supposed to happen where you came from.

"It wasn't all that hard really," He continued with a smile, "I was able to manipulate your power of astral projection. They won't know it was just a projection unless they double check the casket!"

He seemed to be trying to make Prue angry, and of course she was, but more than that she was confused.

"Why go to all that trouble to bring me to the past?" Prue wondered as she began to try to think of a spell that she could use to travel to the present. The last time she did that she was with her sisters and they had to use the power of three.

"Oh this isn't just the past dearie, oh no," he smirked, "this is another world! One where magic runs freely! You are in what is commonly known as the Enchanted Forest. I brought you here because I knew you would want to go back to where you came from, and I want to go there too."

"If you can bring me here why can't you just teleport yourself there?" Prue asked.

"It's complicated dearie, calling magic to magic is easy, especially since I am familiar with the magic of this realm. Sending magic to a realm I've never been to, where magic is much more restricted, is not nearly as simple," He explained, "If there were an easier way, I'd have found it by now."

"Why do you even want to go to my world?" Prue asked.

"Does it matter?" He laughed, "Point is that I need your help, your power."

"What if I don't want to help you?" Prue asked.

"It's your choice dearie," he said with a shrug, "you can either stay here forever, leave your sisters to fend for themselves, or you can make a deal with me, you help me and I will bring you back to your sisters."

She hated that he knew how to get to her. All the demons hated the Charmed Ones, in three years they'd made quite a few enemies, including the Source of all Evil. And now that the power of three was broken ...

"I will take the deal," Prue decided after some thought, though she feared she may regret this, "but who, may I ask, am I making this deal with?"

The strange man poofed from his spot and reappeared right in front of her giving a mock bow, before stating, "Rumpelstiltskin."

Storybrooke, Maine, Present Day

Patience woke up to the usual sounds of her blaring alarm clock, 5 am, sounded like it was going to just be another routine day, same as the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. And, well, ever since she could remember.

Patience sighed and continued with her daily morning routine: a refreshing shower, dressing typically business casual, making a pot of coffee, and reading the newspaper, the Storybrooke Daily Mirror, not that anything great typically happened in this town. She was pleasantly surprised when this morning's headline caught her attention, "Stranger Destroys Historic Sign." The most interesting part was the stranger, it wasn't often that Storybrooke saw visitors from outside of town.

By the time she finished up her routine though, it was only 7 am, she still had an hour before she was meant to get to work. Since Storybrooke wasn't a particularly big town, this was plenty of time. She headed out anyway, intending to walk the scenic route to Town Hall.

It was a beautiful autumn day, the sun was shining and the temperature was decent for October. At least there was one thing she could always count on changing, the weather. In Maine, they really felt the change of all the seasons, and she didn't complain. For a long time now she'd felt her life's been in a rut, so she welcomed the varying weather that forever proved that change was not only possible, but inevitable. When she reached the park Patience saw a curious figure, since it was a school day the park was usually empty, and as she approached, Patience recognized who it was. Her boss' son.

"Henry, what are you doing here?" She called out, he seemed surprised to see her.

"Patience, I-um, what are you doing here?" He replied. She was shocked to notice he wasn't carrying around his book of fairytales.

"Don't change the subject, does your mother know you're here?" She asked, though she already knew the answer. Madam Mayor would never let him skip a day of school.

"Please promise you won't tell her," Henry pleaded, "She'll kill me, especially after yesterday …"

"Explain, and I will consider it," Patience replied sternly, having caught up to him.

"I found my mom, my real mom, yesterday, in Boston!" He replied excitedly, "She brought me back here and I left my book with her, I know she's stayed."

"You ran off all the way to Boston? On your own? Do you know how dangerous that is?" Patience asked concerned, "Your mother was worried sick."

"I'm fine Patience, that's not the point, my real mom's the savior! She's going to break the curse and save me, save all of us!" Henry beamed, "Things are really going to start changing around here."

Of course, the curse. It's been all he could talk about ever since he got that book from his teacher. While Patience found it hard to truly believe, she had kept an open mind for Henry's sake, she could tell how important it was for him and knew he didn't need anyone else telling him he was crazy for his theories, he got enough of that from his adopted mother, the Mayor of Storybrooke.

"Oh really?" She answered with a smile, "Tell me, in this changing world is there any chance that people are going to want to buy more photographs?"

Patience didn't want to spend her whole life being the mayor's assistant, but of course in Storybrooke everyone has their place, so it is really tough to move around. She dreamed of someday making it as a professional photographer. For now, she had settled on it being more of a hobby, but she never left home without her equipment.

"It's gonna be so much more than that," Henry smiled, "The hard part is gonna be convincing her of who she is, and I haven't even been able to find her again yet."

"Is her name by chance Emma Swan?" Patience asked, recalling the story she had read in the paper.

"Yeah! Have you seen her?" Henry asked eagerly.

"Only read about her, she made the Daily Mirror. She crashed into the sign on the way out of town, they took her into the sheriff's station for the night. I assume she's left there by now though," Patience replied, the article itself had hinted at drunk driving but Patience figured Henry didn't need to know that, "Probably looking for you."

"You really think she's looking for me?" Henry asked excitedly.

"Of course," Patience assured, "I better get going now though, see you around!"

She began heading off in the opposite of the direction she had come in.

"And you won't tell my mom?" He called after her, not bothering to specify which one, she knew.

"You have my word," she returned.

Enchanted Forest

Prue jumped down from the table, but instantly felt dizzy and almost fainted. Within a second though, Rumplestiltskin was right beside her. He caught her and held her upright.

"Gotta be careful dearie, you did almost die just moments ago," He cackled.

He held her arm as she steadied herself, taking a few moments to gather all the information she had just received. With more time though she realized something was missing, something important. She put her hand straight to her chest, where her heart should be.

"I-I don't have a pulse," Prue breathed nervously.

"That's because your heart is not there," Rumpelstiltskin stated matter-of-factly, lifting his left hand, he waved it and from a puff of smoke came an enchanted heart, "It was the easiest way to save your body."

Prue gasped, it was glowing and beating, it was alive. She had so many questions, most she couldn't even put into words.

"How did you -?" Prue began to ask.

"One of the perks of the magic in this land. I saved your heart while it was still beating, fixed up your body and now here we are!" He stated waving his hand dramatically. She reached out to take it, but almost instantly he made it vanish again, "I'll be keeping that for now, for insurance. You will get it back once the task is complete."

Prue was fine standing on her own now, and she was growing more aggravated the longer time she spent with this man, even if she did technically owe him her life it was clear he was only interested in his own personal gain. His possession of her heart proved she never really had a choice in this matter.

"Then what do we have to do?" Prue asked.

"Straight to point now, I like it!" he smirked walking off to the side of the room where there was a table with a big old-looking book, "For now, you rest, build up your strength I'll show you to a room. Tonight is a total lunar eclipse, the perfect timing to perform the ritual, make the potion." Rumpelstiltskin had it all planned out, tonight everything was coming together to form the ultimate curse, the Dark Curse.

Storybrooke, Maine, 8:15 pm

Patience was back in her apartment for the night, doing paperwork at the kitchen table, it had been another day with the same old routine, as expected. Then suddenly a strange sound echoed throughout Storybrooke.

She went up to the window, looking out at the old clock-tower. It had been stuck at the same time since, well, since anyone could remember, and now, it was ticking!

She smiled to herself, "Maybe Henry was right, maybe things are going to start changing around here."

San Francisco, California Present Day

In her silent apartment, Phoebe floated in deep meditation, just a few feet or so off the floor. It was only recently that Phoebe had regained all her powers, that is premonitions, levitation, and empathy. She'd lost them temporarily due to personal gain issues, but she didn't mind anymore, she just appreciates them much more now. It had become almost ritual to meditate in the evening, clearing her mind made it easier to access and control her powers, which was especially important with empathy.

She was nearing the end of her session when she was hit with a premonition, she gasped silently as the now familiar but always surprising shock shook through her body, and her mind filled with the vision.

"Phoebe!" Prue called out. It was a vision of 5 years ago, the day Prue was killed by Shax the demonic assassin, she had no clue that Phoebe was not upstairs, but stuck in the underworld with Leo, who turned out to be her sister's only hope. Seconds later Shax threw Prue through the wall. "Prue!" Phoebe couldn't help but scream, pulling herself out of the vision.

"Ouch," Phoebe complained as she came out of the vision and fell out of her levitation.

Enchanted Forest

Prue followed Rumpelstiltskin out into the forest, never taking her eyes off of him, mostly because she had no idea where she was or where they were going and this forest looked easy to get lost and, well, even devoured in. It seemed they had been walking forever by the time they entered a clearing. Prue could easily tell that this is where Rumpelstiltskin meant to create this potion, in the center there was already a giant pot, resembling a cauldron, hanging just above a roaring fire, and up through the trees the full moon undergoing the eclipse was clearly visible.

"So, what do we do now?" Prue asked curiously as the Dark One rifled through his big old book intently.

He didn't answer at first but simply poofed away the book, added a few seemingly random ingredients, nothing Prue recognized, to the point the substance inside began to bubble more furiously, Prue followed him to the cauldron and assumed a position so the cauldron was between them.

He grabbed both her hands, while she fought the urge to pull away from his cold, scaly touch, before speaking, "As soon as the eclipse starts I will begin the ritual, all you must do is keep your focus, your energy, and your power on the potion, on returning to where you have come from, the source of your magic. It is in your best interest."

Again, Prue had many questions that the mysterious man left no time for, because just as he finished speaking the eclipse began. He held a tighter grip on her hands and began chanting, she attempted to follow, figure out what he was saying, but it was a language she had never heard before, probably of this land, and he spoke too quickly for her to catch on. So instead she closed her eyes and tried to do as he asked, focusing on her power, her sisters, and home.

What began as a slight tug, a small feeling in her hands of the flow of power, his and hers, mixing together, soon became an unbearable pull. It came to the point she didn't even have to focus on her power, but could easily feel it draining from her into this potion, and she grew frightened. She tried to pull away but Rumpelstiltskin's grip was too tight. A sort of smoke of all the power whipped around them like a mini tornado they were trapped in the middle of, and there seemed to be no escape. She could literally feel his dark magic closing in around her, she felt like she was suffocating.

However, all this happened in a matter of minutes, and then it was over as quickly as it started. The smoke cleared out, or rather seemed to have been absorbed into the cauldron, Rumpelstiltskin cackled in delight as Prue struggled to catch her breath, opening her eyes only to find she still couldn't see. In all that mess the fire under the cauldron had gone out. The lunar eclipse continued above them.

"It is complete," Rumpelstiltskin stated with finality gazing into the cauldron. While Prue feared she had just been his assistant in something awful, she was still thankful that he didn't let go of her hands before leading her to a seat on a nearby tree stump, and with a snap of his fingers lit up a bunch of torches surrounding the clearing.

"Take your time dearie, big potions like this can take a lot out of a good witch such as yourself," He stated, "Dark magic, especially around here, can take quite a toll on anyone around when it is in use."

"You seem fine," Prue wheezed having caught her breath and doing her best not to just collapse right there. She was exhausted.

"Well you see that's because I am what's known here as the Dark One," He smirked, "I am what contains this dark magic. It cannot hurt me."

Prue was surprised as she watched him pour the entire potion into a medium-sized vial. She was sure there had been much more but somehow it had condensed. He stared at it gleefully.

"So that's it then? You give me my heart then I can go back to my sisters?" Prue asked cautiously after quite a bit of silent watching, "Do we just have to drink it or something?"

"Not quite, it isn't finished yet," Rumpelstiltskin stated, not taking his eyes from the vial, "There are a few more ingredients that will be rather … difficult to get at the moment. Might as well get comfortable here dearie."

Prue wasn't in any position to argue at the moment, but she made a mental note. This wasn't the end of the conversation, she had to get back to her sisters as soon as possible.

Storybrooke, Maine, The Next Day

Patience woke up to the same old vexing alarm clock. Still groggy, she blindly reached out to grab it. She hadn't even felt her hand hit the snooze before she heard it hit the wall and crack. That was enough to really get her up.

"Oh shit shit shit,"Patience mumbled as she went over to the wall to pick it up, the clock was busted and there was a mark on the wall, "What the hell?"

She tried to brush off the weirdness of the situation, she reasoned that in her tired and irritated state she must have just hit the clock with more force than intended. She was just stronger than she'd thought, apparently. Either way, she had a mess to clean up. She tossed the alarm clock, making a mental note to get a new one. The mark on the wall was tougher to get out, and it did leave a dent. Oh well, a little room rearrangement and it wasn't even noticeable.

She was just about ready to put it all aside, but throughout her whole morning routine strange things continued happening. One accidental hand wave towards the bathroom's medicine cabinet and all its contents tumbled into the sink. When she was getting dressed for work she barely reached into her closet before, by some strange force, the clothes she intended to wear came straight to her hand. And the clothes surrounding those wound up all over the floor. By the time she got to read the paper, she wasn't at peace for long because one more accidental movement and her mug of hot coffee crashed into the wall.

"I must be dreaming ... Or going crazy," Patience stated in wonder, as she finished cleaning up. Maybe her wish for things to change had been taken too seriously. She finally decided it was best to head out, and avoid destroying more of her apartment. It was about time anyway. She decided to minimize any unnecessary hand movements for the time being and resolved to take the time for her lunch break to figure out what the heck was going on.

While she was making her way to work she noticed a blonde woman she didn't recognize, who looked confused. She was crossing the street towards Patience. Just then, Patience noticed a car cross the nearest intersection speeding, it didn't look like the driver was slowing down, and it was heading straight for the woman. Patience ran to the curb and reached out her hand to the woman. The same mysterious force as earlier pulled the woman's hand the last few inches between them, Patience gripped her hand and pulled her back to the curb just before the car sped past, out of control. With another wave of her free hand she slowed it to a stop just before hitting a pole, the driver looked fast asleep at the wheel. She wasn't the only one to witness the scene and was sure she saw someone dial 911, so she turned her attention to the woman, who looked startled, to say the least.

"Are you alright?" Patience asked her.

"You saved my life," She stated bewildered, catching her breath.

"I just did what anyone else would have," Patience shrugged and nervously laughed it off before changing the subject, "Are you new here?"

"How can you tell?" The woman replied with a small smile.

"Storybrooke isn't very big, and we don't get many visitors," Patience returned, and then it dawned on her, and before she could stop herself she blurted, "Are you Henry's birth mother?"

To her surprise the woman didn't look too shocked, "Wow, word does travel fast here."

"I'm so sorry, that was incredibly rude of me. It's just, I'm a friend of your son," Patience explained and extended her hand in greeting, "My name is Patience."

"Emma," Emma replied shaking her hand.

"So where are you heading to? I mean you look a little lost," Patience asked.

"Actually I am, do you know where I could find Dr. Hopper's office?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, it's not far, and on my way. I could walk you there if you'd like," Patience replied.

"Yeah thanks, that would really help," Emma smiled, and they began walking together.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why do you want to see Dr. Hopper?" Patience asked curiously.

"I'm worried about Henry," Emma stated bluntly, "I know what you're probably thinking, I've known him for less than two days, I'm not his real mother, this is none of my business-"

Patience put a hand on her shoulder to stop her rambling, "Emma, it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself to me, I understand," Patience smiled encouragingly, "If I had given up a child who came to me 10 years later asking me for my help, I would be concerned too."

"So how do you know Henry? Teacher? Counselor?" Emma asked.

"No no, nothing like that," Patience smiled, "I'm the mayor's assistant, I see Henry around the office all the time. His mother likes to keep him close."

"So you work with Regina?" Emma asked cautiously.

"Yeah, but don't worry, everything you tell me is confidential. I won't tell Regina," Patience assured, then laughed, "A lot of people in Storybrooke are afraid to say certain things around me because they think I'm like a spy for Regina or something."

"Since I've gotten here it seems like the whole town is afraid of Regina," Emma stated.

"Yeah, she holds a lot of power here and can be pretty intimidating," Patience agreed.

"Maybe that's why Henry believes she's the evil queen," Emma smirked.

"He told you about the fairytales?" Patience smiled.

"Yup, how everyone here is a character straight from his book of fairytales. I don't know how he makes this stuff up," Emma stated.

"Maybe he isn't making it up," Patience suggested offhandedly.

"You believe him?" Emma asked surprised.

"I believe anything's possible," Patience replied, thinking of her wild morning, "When his own mother, I mean Regina, acts like he's crazy or delusional, I try to keep an open mind, for Henry's sake, and I'd suggest you do the same. Who knows what he might reveal to you if you just take the time to listen."

They stopped just outside the therapist's office.

"Here we are," Patience gestured to the small office building, "Hope to see you around Emma."

Patience headed off, farther down the street to Town Hall, as Emma headed into Dr. Hopper's office.

San Francisco, California

"Piper?" Phoebe called out after making her way into the Halliwell manor.

"Attic!" She heard in response. She wasn't exactly in high spirits that day, her thoughts kept going back to her vision the night before, she still had no idea what it meant, but her spirits dropped even more when she came to the attic. She found Piper blowing out candles arranged in a circle. Phoebe couldn't keep her empathic power from picking up on the disappointment in the room. She was reminded of exactly what day it was. She mentally, figuratively, cursed herself, how could she forget?

"Any luck?" Phoebe asked quietly as she slowly approached her sister.

"No more than usual," Piper said bitterly, "It's been five years, you'd think she'd check in by now. She always used to check in."

Phoebe knew she was referring to their oldest sister Prue, who had been killed in that demon attack 5 years ago today. The same that had been recalled in her vision. They had yet to be able to summon her spirit despite the countless times they'd contacted their mother and grams in the spirit world.

"Think it's still too soon?" Phoebe asked almost sarcastically. It was always the only answer they got from those they could contact, but at this point, it really just didn't make sense.

"5 years, too soon? Doubt it. I think there's something they're not telling us," Piper commented angrily, wiping away a few stray tears, "Not that there's anything we can do about that."

It has crossed Phoebe's mind that maybe they couldn't make contact simply because Prue didn't want to, but that was something Phoebe just couldn't believe. Sure, she and Prue had their differences in the past but the three sisters had grown really close, particularly after they had discovered they were descendants of a long line of witches, with powers of their own.

"Have you spoken to Grams recently?" Phoebe asked.

"No, she usually answers when I call for Prue, but no one answered this time," Piper explained, "All I really want to know at this point is if she is alright, and I'm finding it harder to take Gram's word for it."

This was news to Phoebe.

"What do you think's going on?" Phoebe wondered, she had never considered that Prue's soul might be in danger.

"I don't know," Piper sighed, "I mean, I know if it was anything we could help with they would have told us, but I just get the feeling there is much more about the spirit realm than they let us know or that we could possibly understand. No matter how many times we temporarily die."

"Sorry I'm late guys, what did I miss?" Paige asked as she orbed in with a flurry of white and blue lights right next to Piper.

"Nothing much, where do you guys wanna go tonight?" Piper asked, apparently not wanting to dwell on the sensitive topic any longer.

"How about that restaurant by the bay, Quake?" Paige suggested.

"No way, you know I was a manager there right?" Piper asked leading the way out of the attic, Paige close behind as they got into a conversation about Piper's old job at Quake, which she had for a year before she opened her own club P3, all before she even knew Paige existed.

Phoebe followed, but lagged, her thoughts spinning. Originally she had thought her vision meant a returning of Shax. Sure they had vanquished him, but demons had a bad habit of not staying dead. Now, however, she considered it might have less to do with the terrible demonic assassin and more to do with her sister. What if her soul really is in danger? What if now there was something they could do to help?

Enchanted Forest

Rumpelstiltskin stood alone in his private study. On the table in front of him sat a delicately carved box and within the box lay a living, beating, enchanted heart. The heart of his guest, Prue Halliwell, who was currently fast asleep. The Dark One made sure of that.

"You've been a great help Miss Halliwell, and I do regret what I must do now," He spoke to her heart, as if she stood before him, "But I can't risk others finding out where you're from. You just stand out too much, and it could be years before I can get Regina to enact this curse. Fear not though, I never break a deal, I will return you to your sisters ... Eventually."

With that, he sprinkled a magical dust over the heart and began to silently chant an ancient spell, a spell that was actually the precursor to the dark curse. For it allowed the enactor to erase and replace the memories of their victim, alter their reality.

Prue Halliwell didn't fit in with the fairytale scheme. Lady Prudence, daughter of a Duke, who ran to Rumpelstiltskin for help when her magical gift became too much, has lived with him since, and whose family and friends were subsequently killed in a terrible, random, conveniently frequent dragon attack, will.

San Francisco, California

Phoebe once again floated cross-legged in meditation, this time above her bed in case she fell out again. It was a lot harder to quiet her thoughts and clear her mind though. She couldn't shake the thought that Prue's soul may be in danger, may have been in danger since the moment she died, and there's nothing she can do to help her. Unless she had another premonition. One that could prove her wrong, or prove her right and give her an idea as to what exactly that danger is.

In hopes of increasing the chance of a vision, Phoebe was surrounded by a circle made up of pictures of Prue, including a copy of the one of Prue with Piper and herself taken by Grams not long before she had died, as well as some of Prue's things: her camera, a top Phoebe had adopted (though most of her clothes they had boxed up and eventually given away a year or so ago), and her antique jewelry box.

Since she had gotten her power she had worked on purposefully having a premonition. It got easier as time went on, but still, it worked best with a clear or directly focused mind. So instead of emptying her mind, she focused all her thoughts on what she remembered from that day.

Following her intuition, she reached for the photograph of her and her sisters, the moment her hand touched the frame she got the vision she was hoping for.

It started the same as before, but Phoebe let it play out. It only confirmed her suspicion that the flash she had gotten before was trying to tell her more. She watched reluctantly but determined as both her sisters flew through the wall. Shax left, his mission complete. She waited. Waited for her sister's spirit to exit her body moments before Leo orbed himself and her back to the manor, too late for Prue but just in time for Piper. Because that's what must've happened. She wasn't surprised to see Death appear on the scene. First, he took the soul of the innocent, the doctor they had been trying to protect, leading him to the astral plane and beyond. Then he returned. She caught sight of his list, the top read "Prudence Halliwell" and the next line "Piper Halliwell" but soon after a strange woman appeared next to him in a burst of flames. She seemed familiar, evil.

Charon, a soul collector who targeted good witches to ferry their souls to hell, she had targeted the sisters before, using a revenge-seeking ghost. Death barely seemed to acknowledge her presence, it was hard to tell how he felt about her, although it was rare for him to actually show any emotion in general. Phoebe was worried though, was he going to just let her take Prue's soul?

But something was wrong. Death reached out his hand to Prue, but her soul did not leave her body. He double checked his list, Prue's name had disappeared. He turned to Piper, but that is when Leo and Phoebe orbed in, in time to save her. Death was unfazed, both names off his list and he left, his job done. Charon left in an angry huff, obviously frustrated she was leaving without a soul. And then Phoebe was pulled from the vision.

It didn't make sense though, or rather, she couldn't make sense of it. Prue had died, right? Leo couldn't save her, and yet Death hadn't taken her and neither had Charon. What did that mean? What had happened to Prue's soul?

That night a familiar stranger visited the manor while everyone was asleep. She didn't know where she was or how she got there, but the place seemed quite familiar. She wandered the first floor, quietly, aware she was in someone's home. The kitchen, the living room, the conservatory; all was where she expected them to be, like she'd been there before. More than once. No matter how hard she tried though, she couldn't remember a time she had been there. Perhaps this was a dream? Perhaps she'd dreamed of this place before, it's easy to forget a dream. In the kitchen she found a newspaper, it said she was in San Francisco, California. She shrugged, she had always thought about moving out, leaving her current residence in Storybrooke, Maine, though she never, until now, dreamed of moving all the way to the west coast. She was wary to make too much noise but her curiosity about the house was still peaked, so she decided to explore further. Climbing the stairs she made her way carefully to the attic. One thing stood out about the rest of your average attic clutter, a thick book that stood atop a podium in the center of the room. She recognized the symbol on the front and traced it out; a triquetra, she'd seen it when she had previously done research on her newfound abilities, it came up particularly on sites relating to witchcraft. Cautiously intrigued she opened the book and began to read it, it was fascinating. She wondered if it were real, but it seemed too familiar and felt too powerful to not be. Before she knew it morning light was pouring through the attic window, and she was pulled from the room, waking up in her very familiar bedroom just in time to hear the very familiar sound of her alarm clock, very pleased with the dream she still held fresh in her memory.

A/N Well that's it, hope you enjoyed! Please review! And yes, the name Patience was borrowed from the Charmed comics ;). The current plan is to post on the 1st of every month.