"P1"
By Quick-n-Popular
Disclaimer: All characters, except those I've created. Are sole properties of Spelling inc. and Warnerbrothers television.
Chapter One: The Awakening
Lying on a park bench in Golden Gate Park, a short, dark-haired, brunette, lay with her eyes closed as she turned her head as the morning's sun cast itself from across the top of the trees and down onto her face. She opens her eyes, slowly, then closes them. Suddenly, she jerks her whole body up, her eyes wide open and she stares around at her surroundings.
Fear, confusion, and soon a massive headache come to her and she gingerly tries to get off of the bench, feeling the rough gravel of the path that was in front of the bench. She wasn't wearing any shoes. Upon noticing the absence of footwear, she looked to the rest of her body as was relieved that she was dressed, though albeit oddly. She was garbed in a black top and sweatpants pair; her bare arms feeling the cold air caused her to wrap her self as she sat back down on the bench.
Closing her eyes, she beckoned for memories to return to her of both who is she is and why she was here. So far, nothing came with the exception of one image that was blurry, distorted, and entirely did not make any sense.
"Prue? Prue Halliwell?"
The woman turned to see an elderly couple in matching jogging suits stop right in front of her; the woman of the pair approached her.
"Dearie, what are you doing here, and in that? You must be freezing! George, go get a coat from the van, will you?"
The other nodded and went on down the graveled track, while his other sat down with the woman.
"George and I just got back from Reno and we heard an awful rumor going around that you had just died, lately. I can't tell you how happy I am to see it's false." She put her arm around the woman's shoulder.
"P…Prue? M-My name is Prue?" The woman asked, shakily.
The elderly woman looked at her in shock and in sadness. "Oh, my dear. Don't you know who you are, Exactly?"
She shook her head, "I…I can't remember anything."
The older woman sighed and gave her a big hug.
"You are Prudence Halliwell, you're a photographer, and you have two sisters, Piper and Phoebe. Your sister Piper is now married. Don't you remember any of this?"
The woman shook her head. However, the names "Piper" and "Phoebe" did ring something in her empty head.
The woman's husband soon came back with a jacket and the woman wrapped it around herself. "Thanks."
"So, what's wrong with her, Jill?" Asked George.
Jill sighed, "I think Prue needs to see a doctor and then I think we should call Piper and let her know."
The two then helped the woman up and took her out of the park and to the minivan that was out in the parking lot.
Leo hated moments like these. The moments where the three girls would leave without telling him where they were going. He knew, however, that should there be immediate danger, they would call on him in a flash, so there was some reassurance with that. Another thing he hated was when he was stuck here at the house with nothing to do. Just then, the phone rang.
"Halliwell residence." He said.
"Hello, is either of the Halliwell sisters available?" Said a voice.
"No they're not," Leo said, "But I'm Piper's husband, could I take a message for them?"
There was a pause and a hushed discussion on the other end, then, "This is Francine at San Francisco Memorial and we were wondering if possibly you could come on over and see a patient we've recently just received."
Leo found his heart beating still; fear came into his mind, as he feared which of the sisters might be at the hospital.
"Ill be right over, quickly." He said and as son as he hung up the phone, he orbed out of the room.
Appearing outside the hospital doors, Leo walked in and talked to the receptionist. "I'm Leo Wyatt I was just called." He said. The woman behind the desk typed on the computer and then looked back at him. "You're Piper Halliwell's husband?"
Leo nodded.
The woman went back to her computer and then, again, turned back to Leo. "Please have a seat, Dr. Marx will be with you shortly."
Leo sighed and walked over to the seating area and sat. Part of him was tempted to orb back up to the elders and to try and find out just exactly what had happened. So far, nothing was beckoning for him to leave, so it may have just been something usual.
A tall man in a doctor's uniform approached Leo, his shaggy brown beard and glasses tried to smile as he walked to him.
"Mr. Wyatt? I'm Dr. Marx, please have a seat."
Leo sat back down as Dr. Marx took the folder ha had underneath his arm and opened it. "We have a rather unusual case before us, Mr. Wyatt."
Leo frowned at him in confusion. "I don't know what you mean."
The doctor turned the page to the photograph that the police took at the Halliwell residence the day Prue was murdered by the demon-assassin Shax. Underneath that photo was of the woman sitting in hospital patient clothes, looking curiously at her surroundings.
"By All accounts, Mr. Wyatt, your wife's sister should STILL be dead. She had a zero-negative pulse on the scene and has been dead for almost half of a year."
Leo took the folder and looked between the two images in disbelief.
"She…she is dead. I was the one who found them when I came home. I was there with Inspector Morris when they announced it." Leo could feel like he could no longer look at the picture anymore, feeling the grief and guilt of losing one of his charges and friends.
The doctor sighed, "You have to admit, she has an uncanny resemblance to Prue Halliwell, doesn't she?"
Leo nodded. The woman looked exactly like her up to the birthmark on the side of the nose.
"I'm about to go and do an interview with her, would you care to join me?" Asked Dr. Marx.
Leo thought for a moment and then said, "I will, I just need some fresh air. This is a lot to take in."
The doctor nodded and walked out as Leo orbed out of the room.
The woman, or Prue, as they were calling her, watched as various doctors stood around the room looking at her with immense curiosity and peddled her question after question, none of them could she answer.
Tests were made, blood work was drawn up, EKGs , and physical therapy to try and determine who she was, exactly. The hospital staff even showed images of the woman herself on a monitor along with two other women.
"Do you recognize these two women, miss?" Asked one of the doctors.
The woman shook her head. "Should I?"
A hospital psychiatrist came onboard and sat down with her and put her through a hypnotism test.
"Now," He said, "Go back to the latest thing you remembered.
The woman's eyes darted back and forth in her mind. "I remember being in a place of complete warmth. There's light, people, feelings, happy images. I feel at peace, here."
The psychiatrist wrote on his pad, nodding along. "What else?"
"Nothing." The woman replied, "Ant then…I found myself awake on that park bench in Golden Gate Park."
"You've been there before, I take it?" The doctor asked.
The woman shrugged. "I guess so."
The doctor counted to three and the woman came out of her trance, she sat up looking at the doctor. "Did that help?"
The doctor patted her on the knee. "We'll find out, soon enough. We're having several people brought in to help identify you; we think they'll help."
The woman nodded, still uncertain, and was allowed the privacy of the room as the doctor ushered the others to leave.
The woman took the moment alone to look herself in the mirror in the room, thinking. They say the same thing. That I'm a woman who died six months ago. Am I her?
Her thoughts were disrupted as a man in an officers uniform came through the door.
"Are you Miss Prue Halliwell?" He asked.
The woman sighed, shifted her weight on the bed, and shrugged. "I guess..."
The man, then, gave a sinister smile, his voice then became, dark, deep, and demonic. "So the rumors were true..."
Prue looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. As soon as he came nearer to her, she put her hands in front of her, sheilding herself from whatever was to happen next.
The man barked a menicful laugh, "Aw, the pre-Charmed One cowers in fear. As it should be."
Prue looked up from her crossed arms and saw the man reach back behind himself, in his hand a rotating, electrifying, blue-ish orb shrieked into life; he turned back to her.
"The Source will give me everything I want once he learns that I, Hathos, have defeated one of the Charmed Ones!" He then threw the spirialing object at her.
Then, as if something awoke with rage and avengence, Prue gritted her teeth, looked hatefully at the man/thing in front of her and she un crossed her arms and pushed them out, not only at the object being hurtled at her, but at the man himself. A wave of energy catapulted the energy-ball and its owner across the room and sent the wall and door with it, crashing all of it to the side of the hallway.
Prue breathed hard, watching what she had accomplished and then, suddenly, her head was thrown back and she gritted her teeth, once again, as in her mind began flooding with images, hundreds of them.Those of when she was a child with her sisters, the moment when she had witnessed her mother being pulled out from the lake in a body bag , taking care of Grams, Grams funeral, Phoebe leaving both Prue and Piper to places unknown, Prue rejecting Nathan's marriage proposal, Phoebe returning to the Halliwell House, discovering the Book of Shadows, her and her sisters first adventures as Witches, meeting Matilda, losing Andy to the Time-Turning Demon, Tempest; all up to battling Shax and then nothing...
Prue opened her eyes and shakily got onto the floor as numerous amounts of voices came to the area of the wreckage, one of the doctors came to her, putting his hand on her shouder.
"Miss? What happened?"
Prue clung a hand to the doctor's shoulder to steady herself as she feared she was beginning to pass out, again.
"That's what I'd like to know." She said.
Leo soon orbed back to the hospital, frustrated that he could neither find the sisters nor obtain any useful information from the Elders. All they had to say to him was that this was something done without their knowledge and maybe both "sides" had done something. Before Leo could inquire further, they told him to make it his priority to investigate this further and to give them updates, but to NOT in form the newly established Charmed Ones.
Leo had many mixed feelings about this, for one thing, from what it had sounded from the Elders that they were just as, if not more so, surprised by this as Leo was and that what was happening was true. Whatever the case, they did make one thing known to Leo: Prue Halliwell had indeed returned.
Now it was left up to him to discover as to how she came back and what to tell her sisters.
To be continued…
A/N: Profound apologizes for stopping right here but I need a break and also to see what kind of reviews this first chapter will generate. Your reviews count, and I need them and your insights to see as to where I should go from here and in what direction. I have a plan in mind concerning Prue and a love she had not too long ago. So review and be amazed, as this will be an awesome story, I assure you.
Q-n-P