Disclaimer: I do not own charmed……….. I think that'll do. Don't feel like pulling a practical joke… lol. And this goes to all of the chapters.

AN: Hey guys… Well, here is that new fiction I was talking about… It doesn't mean I am stopping the other fiction, it will go on as usual, but I just came up with this idea and wanted to post it. It is entirely different from my four other fictions, and I probably won't be doing another one like this. But one thing remains... our two favorite characters;

This fiction is mainly surrounding around Piper, but will have her sisters involved, and of course Leo… (Wink)

This is happening somewhere the end of season five, but Leo and Piper never had any kids. You'll see the rest of the differences along the way.

You guys review and let me know what you like and don't like, and tell me if you want more of this. Enjoy!!

CHAPTER I

OOO Two Years She is Gone OOO

An unpleasant feeling crept over her even before she cracked her eyes open.

The woman was lying on the familiar hot ground of the underworld floors, covered with the shreds of clothing whose smell she knew all too well. She's been sleeping in those shreds every single night for the past two years.

Two years. Two whole years. Exactly to the day. That was what conjured the feeling.

She took a deep breath from the constantly worm air of the dark underworld, and rose to her feet.

God… Two YEARS.

It seemed delusional. But she remembered that day that changed everything like it was just two weeks ago.

It was a normal day… no one had suspected what happen that very night.

"Are you up?" Rassalas's voice came.

Piper looked up at his figure, rising six feet high above her.

She got to her feet, and gave a small nod of respect.

"The Source will be here tomorrow. He will be having a session with you. Prepare yourself Piper; be clean. You know well that he doesn't like it dirty." Rassalas, Piper's official owner said.

He was the one who captured her, and by that made the best capture in history.

After all; she was a charmed one. The eldest one of the three. And she became the Source's official favorite of them all.

Her main job was to be in a one on one match with a demon once a week, and demons from all over the underworld would come to watch her defeat the one that came to challenge her. She'd always won.

That was the only time her powers were working. In that cage she was put in to fight. Outside, she hasn't been able to use them. She feared she'd already forgoten how.

"Yes… I know." Piper answered.

More then anything, she feared those 'sessions' with the Source. He did different things with her each time. It was mostly sex. The kind that would leave her physically bruised and mentally shocked. Demons were no different then cold hearted humans.

"Do a good job for me, will ya? You know the motto, if you do good; I do good. And I get good. You can go now." Rassalas said, and flamed out.

Piper could shimmer now. She could only do it twice a day; to go out of the underworld to the human world, then back down.

She shimmered to her small apartment in San Francisco and went to take a shower. She took a glance down at her body while it was washed with hot water.

She still had fresh scars from her last session with the Source, even though it wasn't the worst one. Closing her eyes, she pulled her hair up and down, adding some shampoo, hoping that maybe some day her hair would look like it used to.

It never did. It was a mess now. And she didn't have the energy to try and free the tangles. She pulled her hair up and tied it quickly, never looking in the mirror which she used to love. Now she hated her reflection. It was disgusting and humiliating. Exactly the way she felt.

Piper tried to get a normal job in the human's world, one which once used to be hers, but the only place that agreed to hire her without giving a phone number and any kind of ID was some night bar which only had married bastards who cheat on their wives come. They all get drunk within the first half hour.

When she said she had no ID to show them, the owner just felt her ass and laughed, saying she was hired.

She was disgusted, but she needed the money.

And so, she's been working at these kinds of places for two years. Every few months she would break down and leave the place, unable to take it any longer, but she always came back to find a new bar. There's only so long that one can survive without any money income.

Once, Piper didn't have to work for others; she owned her own club. God, how she missed those days.

She'd sneaked to the street her club is at one day, only about two months after she was taken away. She waited from early morning, and finally in the afternoon she saw her former sister, Phoebe, walk in.

She knew they were still running P3, and seeing one of her sisters again was like jumping into heaven. She lost herself and started walking towards her, but Rassalas had flamed her right back down to the underworld and punished her. Piper never attempted to try and contact her family again.

She knew she wasn't worth it. Not after what she did to that man… not after what they made her do to that innocent man about two years ago.

She shook her head, and got back to the practical stuff.

Her shift was from 7 pm that day. She had many hours to burn.

Two years.

The words came back to her with a bang. It's been that long. That long since she's been separated from her two sisters and husband. And she hated dwelling on it. She knew very well that the chances that she would ever get to see any of them again were very minor.

She came out of the shower and wrapped herself in her blanket which she was using as a towel.

She quickly put on her only pair of jeans and a loose shirt, then a long jacket she found not long ago.

The money she was earning was only enough for the basics like food and water, and of course renting the apartment. She didn't have to pay much though; the one who rented it to her agreed to let her stay for a low payment if she would go on various 'dates' with him. She was ok with it… he never did to her anything she didn't want him to, unlike many other man figures in her life. Berney (or Bernard) was 72 years of age. The dates they had were more of nice conversations. He said that ladies his age were cranky and unbearable. Berney had outlived his family, his son that is, and saw Piper as his best buddy, along with the other 70 plus guys.

Aside from Berney, Piper had a few friends where she worked; the other waitresses. She didn't have much in common with any of them, but they all hated that place and were there for the same reason; desperate need in money.

And that was Piper's life for the last two years. She has turned 28 this year, she wasn't sure when exactly. She only knew the days of the week, never the date.

She missed her old life more then anything. Every night, she dreamt about the old days. And Rassalas knew. He would meditate regularly, trying to make her forget… but it was to no use. Piper could never forget her loved ones; she would die before she did.

OOO

By the time Paige Halliwell dragged herself downstairs to the kitchen, her sister was already there.

Phoebe was reading -or rather looking at- a news paper. Paige walked around the table and noticed she was staring at the sports section. Phoebe never read the sports section.

"Morning Pheebs." Paige said, heading for the counter where coffee was already made.

"Paige, I didn't notice you came in." Phoebe acknowledged.

Paige took a seat across from her.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

Phoebe shrugged.

They both knew what today was. Feeling that uncomfortable feeling that they both felt when it was obvious the discussion was leading to Piper, they both looked down at their coffees and took a slip.

"Work today?" Paige asked. It was a Saturday.

"Yep. I'll be back early though. Maybe we can do something together." Phoebe suggested.

"Sounds good. We should go see a movie or something. Invite Leo." Paige said.

They both stared at each other. They knew they were fooling themselves by the small talk.

The past two years have been different for the family.

After Piper was taken, it has been a hell demon wise.

Everyone was out to kill the two remaining charmed ones. The house was now permanently guarded by very strong crystals that the two sisters worked very hard to get, and only the upper level demons were able to break inside and attack.

They hardly saved any innocents these days. Now it was just about surviving, while leading their normal mortal life.

Paige thought back to the time where they were still trying to get Piper back.

About a month after she was taken, they broken to where she was at and wanted to take her back home, but she wouldn't come. She said it was too late. They tried so hard to convince her, but she wouldn't come. They knew she wanted to. They saw the tears in her eyes. Before they had any more time, a demon shimmered in and they were forced to leave.

They never saw her again after that. For all they knew she was already dead. Leo has never been able to sense her since then.

Leo.

Paige could still remember what Leo once used to be. Nothing like what he had become… Now he was a cold man, with hardly any emotions. He was good to others, but she knew that he hated himself. He was still close to the sisters, but it was nothing like what he was with Piper.

"Are you ok?" It was now Phoebe's turn to ask.

Paige wanted to say that she was, but she couldn't. She felt hot tears forming in her eyes.

"Come here…" Phoebe said, opening her arms towards her younger sister, embracing her with a hug. It was going to be a hard day, for everyone.

Piper was sitting on the dark of the dark interior.

It was morning, and today was the day in which she had to attend a session with the source.

The underworld felt as hot as usual, but Piper still felt chills going down her spine, knowing what was coming.

She heard steps advancing towards her, and was terrified that it was the Source, but then Rassalas's figure appeared in front of her instead.

"He is already here. Be a good girl, he is in a bad mood." He said, and left all together.

Piper closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves.

She knew he wouldn't kill her, he never did. It wasn't death that she feared.

Every time he came, he would take out his rage on her; he would talk to her, get inside of her, then leave for a month. She has seen his vulnerable side. He might have been the strongest demon alive, but Piper knew his secret. He was half human. He had feelings.

"Good evening, Piper." His voice came from behind.

Piper's head snapped to look at him. He was wearing his black robe, and as soon as he removed his long hood Piper saw his half smiling expression. He looked just like a regular human when he wasn't in the form of Balthazar. God, how she hated him.

"Now, now, I'm sure you don't hate me that much." His said, chuckling.

She knew he could easily read her thoughts like he could with every other demon and prisoner, but she had long given up trying to avoid them. Thoughts weren't something that was possible to control.

"How have you been, Piper?" He asked casually, walking over to a drink bar. He poured vodka in a large goblet for himself, and advanced towards Piper.

"Can't complain." Piper said, like she always did.

He came over, and lowered himself next to her.

His hand reached over and gently touched her hair.

"It's dirty." He said.

Piper didn't respond to that.

"I don't like it when you're dirty." He repeated, his voice getting harsh.

"I cleaned myself, sir." Piper muttered.

"Well, maybe you need to learn how to 'clean yourself' better. Don't you have the slightest respect? Do you even realize how hard I work every day?!" One of his self pitying speeches was on its way.

"Yes sir, I know very well." She said, trying to sound obedient.

"No you don't! Strip yourself out of your clothes." He ordered, gulping the last of his vodka and throwing the now empty goblet to the stone floor, breaking the glass into pieces.

Piper did as she was told, knowing now to argue with orders. She had learned that in the hard way.

She started unbuttoning her long-sleeve shirt. But before she could finish the Source's hands reached her shirt and gripped it, ripping it off of her.

Piper winced, now realizing that his temper was higher then usual.

She hurried to start and take her pants off, but the Source pulled her to her feet by her shoulders, and with the same grip he pressed her roughly against his chest, and his mouth grasped hers in no time.

As his tongue was doing what he pleased in her mouth, his sharp fingers were digging painfully into her arms. Piper had no other choice but to let him do her as he pleased.

After a few moments, he pulled away and lowered her back on the ground, while his chilly hands were traveling along her back, making her cold from inside, not even bothering to take her braw off, although Piper knew well that would come later.

His body ordered her to lie on the ground, and he settled on top of her in a sitting position, having her waist between his legs.

His hands moved to her neck, and from there he started lowering them down until he reached her abdomen, where he chose to start placing soft kisses.

"You have a fight tomorrow. With Harcanzas." He said between kisses.

"No…" Piper moaned. The last time she went against Harcanzas she had barely come out alive. They were both badly injured by the end of the match; too injured to continue their fight. Neither came out as the winner. That was about a year ago.

"What did you say?" He asked, pulling up.

Piper shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.

"Please…" She pleaded.

His hands left her stomach to grip her neck tightly.

"How dare you challenge my command?" He asked. She knew he was enjoying it all.

As he tightened his grip, Piper was starting to see white spots filling her vision. Barely conscious, she kicked her knee up out of reflex to protect her own life, hitting the man on top of her so that his hands finally let go.

"Bitch!" He exclaimed. He wasn't hurt, but he was mad.

Piper, using the opportunity, crawled away from underneath him, trying to breathe normally again, both her hands gripping her chest with pain.

Only then she realized what she had just done.

"We've been through this before. Do you really want me to 'explain' it to you again?!" He exclaimed.

A fire ball was formed in his hand, and he through it right at her. It was a low energy ball, so it only managed to make her stumble backwards.

"You will have a match with Harcanzas tomorrow, weather you like it or not, I don't fucking care!" He advanced towards her, and Piper panicked. A knife shimmered into his hand, and Piper remembered all too well what damage he was capable of doing to her with that knife.

Piper then made a mistake. Out of fear, she shimmered out of the underworld and up to the surface of earth; somewhere she knew the Source wouldn't risk following her.

But as she was shimmering out, she heard him call; "Rassalas! Go after her…" calmly, and laughed.

She shimmered back into a gloomy ally a few blocks away from her apartment.

Before she had time to process what she has done, Rassalas flamed in right in front of her, his eyes burning with rage.

OOO

Phoebe let out a deep sigh. She knew that the day was close to end, and all she wanted was to get in bed and fall into a hopefully dreamless sleep.

Yesterday left deep sorrow throughout the family. Their thoughts were all still on Piper.

They spent the day together, Paige Leo and herself. Piper was only mentioned a few times. It was still hard to talk about it.

Even Daryl had come, probably remembering just as well as all the others that it has been exactly two years since she was gone.

Phoebe climbed underneath her blanket and dropped her head on the pillow.

That was when a premonition hit her;

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A tall dark skinned demon was standing in a gloomy ally, a blue energy ball in his hand. Soon enough the energy ball was fired at something that was sitting against a brick wall and a woman's scream was clearly heard.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" The demon yelled, and moved forward to pull the long haired woman to her feet, smashing her against the wall. He then pulled her back and pushed again, repeating that as he screamed.

"Have you lost your fucking brains?! Why in HELL did you think you have the right not to obey?!!"

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Phoebe was pulled out of the premonition with a start.

She couldn't make out the features of the demon or the woman, but she caught a glimpse of the street that the ally went from and recognized it.

Phoebe jumped out of bed, and headed running towards Paige's bedroom.

"PAIGE! Get up! Come up to the attic, we have an innocent to save…"

AN: I'm sure you guys are guessing who the innocent is…

BTW; you've probably figured out that the Source is Cole… but he never had any love interests with Phoebe, he is simply the Source of all evil. I just wanted to use his character.

Let me know if you want me to continue, I still haven't written more chapters so I can go either way. Thanks!