AN: It's been so long, I hardly remember what direction I was going with this story. But I felt like I left a loose end. I hope this ending isn't too disappointing. I'm sorry it came so, so long afterwards. I got a review a little bit back, and thought, I guess I should finish the story out. Anyway, many apologies. Here you go, the final chapter.

Paige glanced at Piper, unsure she wanted to delve into her story with Piper three feet away. Phoebe smiled with understanding but appeared to want Paige to go ahead.

"I don't know, exactly," she said, choosing her words carefully, "It's like it was when my parents died, sort of. The grief. I know I have no right to feel this way. I didn't know her. But I…I have all these memories in my head. They aren't mine, but there they are. I feel as though I could drown in this grief."

Piper's head snapped up, and she looked at Paige directly for the first time since her arrival. "You are the reason I can't remember her." It was an accusation, but it sounded much more like a plea.

Paige's eyes filled, recognizing the longing on Piper's face, but the stubborn anger reared up before she could respond. Phoebe still sat quietly. Piper turned away once she realized Paige would not answer her. "I know I should hate you. So why do I want you to like me all of a sudden? It's disloyal. It's unacceptable. Prue will never forgive me."

Paige stiffened. Jealousy and fury swept through her once more, but this time she was more ready for it. "I know what you mean. I know you must hate me, showing up like this. You have to know it isn't easy for me, either. I've spent my whole life believing I was all alone in this world. Now, I have these sisters, one of whom doesn't even want me around." Paige heard the edge in her voice, the bitter emotions making them sound harder than she had intended.

Piper winced. She wanted to protest but couldn't force the words out. "Tell me your memories. Please. Give one back to me," Piper begged, hating the weakness in herself.

Paige stared at Piper for several long seconds, then began to speak.

"I- I'm maybe fourteen? Prue, she is someone I both secretly admire and envy. I remember her staying home one Friday night, even though her friends gave her hell for it. She stayed home because I had locked myself in my room after school…I don't remember why. I just remember being grateful and feeling so special."

"The kids at school. I got bullied a lot." Piper offered. Paige nodded. That made sense.

"Why do I have these memories?," Paige finally asked. Piper's eyes were filled with tears. She could only shake her head in response.

Paige stood up and crossed the room to her sister. Timidly, she held her hand out to Piper. Piper let out a sob and grasped Paige's hand tightly. They both felt the jolt.

Piper felt the familiar weight of her grief slip back onto her shoulders. The anger at Paige quickly followed, but this time, she made a fast attempt to squelch it. She remembered the sharp pain of rejection. It wasn't something she wanted to inflict on Paige, no matter how angry she felt.

Paige pulled away the minute she felt herself again, bracing for the dismissal she knew would come.

But it didn't come.

Piper smiled tentatively, and said, "It's late. We should all get some sleep. You should stay here tonight, Paige." And then she busied herself getting extra blankets and pillows, unable to trust herself or her emotions.

Phoebe, who had been observing quietly throughout, got to her feet and grinned at Paige. "Well, that's a warmer welcome than either of us expected." Paige smiled and shrugged. Having sisters was baffling.