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It's been a while since I wrote anything for so I thought I better give ya'll a little something. Hope you like it….


Without Piper's Presence – PART 1

It had never rained like this before. It never would again. None of the people standing there wanted to be where they were; yet each and everyone one of them found themselves paralysed. Two young women in particular. Sisters. People would have thought the sisters would be holding each other close, crying together. But it seemed as though these two were scared of each other. Too scared to touch the other in case they too, would disappear. Every one of the mourners felt the sickly feeling of the cold rain cascading down their cheeks, mixing with their warm tears. Everyone seemed to notice the rain. Everyone, that is, except for the two young sisters. They just glared at the hole in the ground as if it had committed a crime worse than one can imagine. The box that hovered above it seemed to make everyone watching hold their breath, as if it's descend would mark the end of everything. For the sisters, maybe it did. Suddenly the box was lowered into the seemingly bottomless pit. Mud, dirt and flowers were thrown in an attempt to hurriedly hide it.

This box, wasn't just a box, though. In the depths of the cold-hearted tomb lay a person, so special god himself couldn't have created her. An angel. An angel to the sisters, to everyone. She had been the peacemaker between the two women, the one person that could hold the family together. Now that she was gone, the family was rapidly falling apart.

The eldest, Prue, was mad. She didn't know why, but deep inside of her, she wished it was Phoebe that had died, not Piper. For this, she couldn't look at her sister. She didn't know if she could even look at her ever again. The guilt was consuming her, for just this one feeling. Ever since Piper's death, she had been unable to lock eyes with her sister without throwing anger towards her. She never stared long enough to see the damage she had done. It was too painful. It was painful to think. It was painful to be. It was painful to know. It was pain.

Phoebe gasped as the cold wind mixed with rain blew gently in her face. It stung her eyes, threatening to let her tears fall. She had held them for so long, knowing that if she let them go, she wouldn't be able to hold herself together anymore. She didn't deserve to fall apart. Not after what she had done. She was too terrified to even look her big sister in the face. Phoebe felt her throat constrict as she heard Piper's favorite song begin to blare into her ear. It was painful…

She cried. Finally losing the battle. She turned slowly to face Prue, desperate for even the tiniest bit of comfort or warmth but felt her heart falter when she received an evil glare from her big sister. Why did everything have to go wrong? Her confidant was gone, and her protector was too ashamed to even offer her comfort through the smallest glance. Prue just walked away from her sister without looking back.

Phoebe shook. She wasn't sure whether it was the bitterness of the rain that made her shake, or the bitterness of her sister. She wished Piper were there. But Piper wasn't. She let the tears fall as memories flooded her mind. Phoebe shivered. She wanted to be sick. The pain was too much for her to handle. It was one thing facing her best friend's death with a sister by her side, but facing it alone was just unbearable. She could feel her sister's eyes on her. She knew Prue wanted her gone. So unable to take it any longer, she dragged her emotionally beaten and exhausted body away from the site that was now engraved into her memory.

Prue stared as her sister walked away. Her exhaustion was obvious as her shoulders slouched dramatically in front of her. Prue shook her head slightly to rid her eyes of the site. She was so confused. She hated Phoebe. No she didn't. She hated that it was Piper that was gone. But Phoebe was the reason Piper was gone. She hated Phoebe. She fell to her knees crying pushing her hands through her hair trying to drown the thoughts swimming through her mind. Her tears were unstoppable. She didn't want to hate Phoebe. She loved Phoebe. Phoebe was her baby. So was Piper, but Piper was dead, and Phoebe wasn't. She couldn't think. She wouldn't. Raising her head she looked as the man threw the last bit of soil over her sister's grave. She started to shake vigorously as her tears fell like fast flowing rivers.

Phoebe jumped when the thunder roared. She hated storms. It was then and only then she felt the rain beating down so harshly. She felt it on her face, on her clothes, even inside her. Her breathing became ragged and her tears flowed faster as she heard another crack of thunder. Storms were what Phoebe feared more than anything. But on that day, her fear had to take a step back; it had been replaced with reality. The reality of her only comfort being gone. Gone for good, gone forever. She needed Piper!!! She thought about all the things Piper done in her life. There was no way that she would have survived without Piper. Not a chance. Lifting her head slowly her eyes widened.
"PIPER!" She screamed before breaking into a run. She could see her. She was right there. Almost within her grasp. She was running away from her. "N…no…no…P...Pip…Piper! COME BACK!" He voice was hoarse. "P..please, c…come back, i…I can't… l…live w…without y…you!" She collapsed to the floor; unable to move she cried and screamed for the one that was gone.

Prue could see the figure on the floor. She knew from instinct it was Phoebe. "Shit." She cursed. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the lack of movement from her sister. She pulled up to the side of the road and hurriedly fiddled with her door, desperately trying to get it open. She may be mad at Phoebe, but she wasn't about to lose another sister. "Phoebe!" She yelled as she ran to her baby. Dropping to her knees she fumbled as she pulled her sister over so she could see her face. It felt as though she'd been swimming in a lake. Every part of her body was soaking and shivering. Prue could see her chin shaking uncontrollably, almost as if she was trying to talk, but wasn't succeeding. Pushing her sisters hair from her face she began talking to her.

"Pheebs…Phoebe, open you're eyes damn it!"

Phoebe could hear a voice. She recognized it. It was shouting at her, but she didn't want to listen to it. She wanted Piper. "Piper!" She cried out weakly, desperation evident in her voice.

Prue felt the tug on her heartstrings but tried to ignore it as she concentrated on her sister. "Phoebe! LOOK AT ME!" She felt her baby sister's body stiffen in response to her raised voice. She watched as Phoebe seemed to tighten her eyes shut. The tears began to fall once again in response to her sister's reaction. "Go away!" Phoebe tried to scream at Prue weakly hitting her with her fists. "PIPER!" Came the pitiful scream following. Prue began to rock her sister trying to shelter her with her own body as both sisters wept uncontrollably. Another crack of thunder sounded in the sky as Phoebe began to struggle and scream hysterically for the sister she could not have. Prue did her best to comfort her, but she just couldn't calm her baby sister's erratic breathing. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her cell phone.

"Andy?" She asked, never ceasing her back and forth motion with Phoebe in her arms.

"Prue, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Concern, only concern.

"No, Andy, look…" Prue began to struggle finding the words as she choked on her tears. "Its Phoebe…" Her voice trailed off.

"I'm coming. Where are you?"

"I don't know. Walton Street? By the lake…" Prue stuttered.

"Just hang on in there, I'll be there as soon as I can." Prue pressed the button on her phone as she heard tone ringing sharply. She turned her attention back to the shaking form in her arms. "Shh…it's okay…its gonna be okay." She soothed. Her words, however, did no good as it seemed Phoebe was past the point of response. She knew she needed to get Phoebe back to the car where it was warm and dry, but she just didn't have the strength to carry her. She just rested her chin on her sister's head as the rain washed away her tears.

"PRUE!" She heard his voice but didn't look up. She was tired. Too tired.

"Prue." He repeated as he dropped down next to the sisters. The sight frightened him. Phoebe seemed to be literally soaked through, her skin a terrifying shade of blue. Her eyes were little more than slits, her body little more than a trembling mass of cold. This was the girl he thought of as the baby sister he never had. Seeing her like this really unnerved him. Tearing his eyes away from the young woman he turned to Prue. His childhood sweetheart. His true love. She too was shivering, though seemed more aware of her surroundings than her sister. Her eyes, although distant, seemed to focus on one thing; Phoebe. She was rocking her baby sister back and forth. A motion that seemed to be done automatically, not by mind control. He lifted his hand to her cheek, as if to pull her out of her daydream. She jumped sharply in response to his touch. "Andy!" She exclaimed. Her tears began to race as the effects his loyalty had on her heart sunk in.

"Come on, let's go." He said, leaning into to take Phoebe from her sister's arms. Shaking, Prue let him take her sister's limp form from her. She watched as he took her over to his car. Hurriedly, she stood and began to follow. The sight of Phoebe made her heart scream in terror. It was like reliving the events of only a week ago. As they took Piper away… She shivered coldly.

"Prue! Get in the car!" Andy's voice sounded loudly. He had loaded Phoebe into the car and was looking over at Prue. She began to race towards his vehicle. "What about my truck?" She asked. Stupid question, her mind scolded her. Your sister could die and you think about your car? What kind of sister are you?! "Leave it Prue. I'm taking you guys to the hospital, Phoebe doesn't look good." Prue said nothing in reply, just got in the car next to her sister. She pulled her body onto her own and nodded to Andy for him to go. The car sped off quickly.


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