A/N: By request of Georgia (sorry, I don't know your screen name) a Paige/Leo fic!

"Did you guys check out that repair guy? He was totally hot!" Phoebe exclaimed, waltzing into the kitchen with a bounce in her step.

"He's mine, Phoebe!" argued Piper. "I saw him first!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"You two are fighting over a man again? How refreshing," commented Paige, not looking up from the newspaper she was reading.

Phoebe bounced up and down. "But he was so, so cute! Did you not see him?"

"Yes, he was very cute, Phoebe, but there are plenty of other fish in the sea, and I am not fighting you guys for him. A lesson you probably should learn. First Roger and now the repairman."

Phoebe jumped up on the counter and began swinging her legs back and forth. "Somebody hasn't had their coffee this morning."

"That might be because somebody else drank it all down in one gulp."

The shrill ring of the phone cut Phoebe off from her reply. "I'll get it!" shouted Piper, running into the living room.

At the same time, Prue flew into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee maker. She then spun around and faced her sisters. "Okay, is there a reason I have been cut off from the sweet, dark, caffienated goodness?"

Paige silently pointed to Phoebe while continuing to read the personals. "Okay," Phoebe admitted, "so I might have had a cup of coffee or two…or five."

Prue crossed her arms and glared at Phoebe. "That was Leo!" announced Piper, walking into the kitchen. "He's dropping by at two."

"Aw, I have a hair appointment at two," Phoebe groaned.

"I have to work," Piper said.

"I have a business meeting," added Prue.

"And I guess I have to wait for the repairman."

"Handyman," Phoebe corrected. "And down say it like it's a bad thing. He's a cutie."

"Yeah," interjected Piper. "Did you see his butt?"

"It was hot," Phoebe replied, with an emphasis on the word hot.

"And we're back on that again," Paige moaned.

Prue smiled sympathetically at her youngest sister. "Don't worry, it won't bother you so much once you get a man of your own. And on that note, anyone good in the personals?"

"Yeah." Paige tore out a corner of the paper and handed it to Prue, who scanned it quickly.

"Yep. That's a keeper." She handed the paper back to Paige. Carefully folding it neatly, Paige tucked it into her jacket pocket. "I'm out," Prue said. She patted Paige on the head and waved goodbye to her other sisters before slipping out of the kitchen.

"I'm leaving too," Piper informed Phoebe and Paige.

"Hey can you drop me by the mall on your way to Quake?"

"Sure thing. Grab my keys." Piper and Phoebe exited through the front door, leaving Paige sitting alone at the table.

She laid the newspaper down, stood up and stretched. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'it is a quarter until eleven on a Saturday morning and I have no social life to speak of. What am I going to do?' Well, the obvious answer for a Charmed One is clean out and organize the potions cabinet, and that is just what she did. Just as she was setting the last ingredients down on the countertop, the doorbell rang. "Coming, coming. I'm coming," she called. Paige swung open the door to reveal a stunningly handsome young man. She blushed and smiled as their eyes met.

"Uh, hi, I'm Leo." Looking abashed, the man stuck out his hand.

"I figured."

As their hands touched, there was an undeniable surge of energy. Leo blushed and drew back his hand immediately. "I'm sorry. I told your sister I'd be here at two o'clock, but my schedule was light, so I figured I would go ahead and drop by."

"Oh, that's great. Really great. Um, forgive me for asking, but in a house this old…what exactly is it you're fixing?"

"Chandelier."

"Right. Of course. Energy Surges."

"Yep. Um, may I?"

"Oh, yes, over there is the—the chandelier. Will you excuse me for a moment?"

"Sure."

Paige walked into the kitchen and began speaking to herself. "Okay, you cannot be crushing on this guy, even if he is cute and sweet, and—not, stop! Piper and Phoebe like him. Now be the good little sister and set them up." Paige spun around decisively and strode back over to Leo, who stood atop a ladder.

"Oh, hey, you're back. Will you hand me a wrench?"

Like she knew what the hell a wrench was. She selected a tool that looked like it could be a wrench and placed it in Leo's outstretched hand.

"Good guess." Leo smiled at her.

"How'd you know?"

"I'm telepathic." He paused. "Nah. You've got three older sisters and no man around the house. I figure you've had your share of young, eligible, bachelor handymen."

"None of them were as good looking as you. Except Larry may have given you a run for your money. Had a bald spot, beer belly. Great plumber shot." Leo laughed. "Actually the truth is, tools scare the bejeezes out of my sister and I. We've had several unlikely incidents that have led to unhappy endings."

"Care to elaborate?"

"The Radiator Explosion of 96, the Broken Finger Incident of 87--"

"The Broken Finger Incident?"

"I was holding the pipe for Prue and hammered my finger."

"What was Prue doing hammering a pipe?"

"You know, I don't know, but I like to think it may have caused the Great Flood of 89."

Leo laughed again. "I see. Well, here we go. This should do it." He wiped his forehead on his sleeve and descended from the ladder. Lifting his toolbox, Leo turned to go.

"Hey, Leo," Paige stopped him.

"Yes?" He turned back around.

"My sisters and I were wondering if you'd like to meet us at Quake tonight. To get to know you better."

"I'd like that. Seven?"

"Seven?" Paige confirmed.