Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.

This was from a suggestion by a dear friend a few years back. What would have happened had Phoebe bike accident been more serious in the Pilot...?

Phoebe sat once again in front of the Books of Shadows and re-read what she had been all night. How was it they had never known about their true heritage? She could only guess that their grandmother had kept it from them for some reason. Maybe she was afraid of what was to come. or maybe she was afraid of the bond that was never there.

Phoebe looked back on the times when her sisters had differences, especailly Prue. They had grown up without their mother, and ever since the three of them had relied on each other and their Grams.

She sat there in the attic looking at each page making sure she hadn't missed anything from earlier. "Nothing. Everything I saw and read earlier is true. We're witches. Grams why didn't you tell us?" she asked harmlessly to her grandmother in the heavens.

Receiving no answer Phoebe closed the book and then headed towards her room. Quickly changing into something more comfortable she then made her way downstairs to the kitchen and out the back door.

Gathering her bike out of the shed, she did a quick check before mounting up and heading down the driveway to the streets of San Francisco that she missed so dearly.

Prue sat fuming in her car after she let the museum. Roger had taken away from her the final straw. He had tried to slough it off that it was someone else's idea, but Prue knew better. It was just Roger, and him trying to make a name for himself. Steal from one of his own to profit for himself. She just never thought he would ever do it to her.

Sure their break up had ended badly, after everything with Phoebe. Prue never thought he would go so low as to steal a project from her.

After nearly twenty minutes of sitting in her car Prue reached down and started the engine. Pulling her hair back as best she could, she let the top down on her car before she geared it into first for a drive along the coast. Even with her dislike for the water she found the drive comforting, almost soothing.

She wasn't even sure how far she had driven or for how long, but the sound of he cell phone broke through any tranquillity she had found.

Her mind ran through everything that had happened that day. Her anger at Roger only intensified as she thought of what he did to her. But her mind also drifted back to the night before. Was that the true source of her anger towards him? Was it because Phoebe had come home?

Phoebe, she was still trying to come to terms with her baby sister home coming after everything that had happened, then there was last night. She kept seeing the words on the old pages that her sister had read. Not only had she come home unannounced, but she had brought with her another one of her flaky ideas and got them all involved in some cult. Prue wasn't about to believe anything that Phoebe had said or even the book. Her sister once again had gone off on some quest she thought was real.

As Prue thought of the words Phoebe had read, her mind was pulled back to her own true reality with the sound of her cell phone going off. She pulled over against the dry gravel and looked at the number on her phone. It wasn't one she recognized but assumed that it was either Piper or Phoebe. Deep inside she was hoping and praying it was Piper. For even in the less then 24hrs she was home, Prue wasn't yet ready to have a conversation with Phoebe, though she also knew Phoebe felt the same.

Piper sat at the bar at Quake, still not believing her luck, and still not believing what she had done. Or had she? She looked back and saw Chef Moore standing frozen before her. Was this a result of whatever it was Phoebe had read that night? Did she really have the power to freeze time? She was anxious to get everything over with so she could call her sister.

Finally getting free she ran in to Jeremy near the phone booth.

Her relationship with Jeremy was another thing on Pipers mind, as they sat at the Chinese restaurant. She was never one for finding the hot guy. That was more her sisters department, but here she was having dinner with Jeremy. She laughed as he told her another joke, but some how her mind still hung on to what had happened in the kitchen earlier that afternoon. She wasn't even sure if she believed it was real, but she saw it with her own eyes. All she could think of was talking to Phoebe and find out what had happened. She was sure that Prue would be less then impressed when she found out. Knowing her oldest sister, and seeing the look on her face in the attic that night she knew Prue was going to be PISSED OFF.

She hadn't meant to keep Phoebes homecoming to herself. There just never seemed to be a time to tell Prue. Piper knew that that night she had to tell her, because she knew their baby sister was about to walk through the front door any minute. She was just glad it never happened before she got home from the market.

Jeremy placed his arm over Pipers shoulder as they stood at the curb waiting for a cab. "You ok? You seem a bit lost tonight?"

Piper looked up at his caring eyes, "Yeah I was just thinking on some sister stuff. No big deal."

"Ah the ever mystery of sister stuff. The top secret codes that only sisters can know." He smiled as Piper swatted him.

"Stop it."

"Never." He pulled her close to him as he leaned down and kissed her.

He pulled back in time to wave down the taxi. "Come on. I better get you home before your 'sisters' come after me." He smiled as he opened the door for her to get in.

"Oh you are so bad." Piper laughed as she stepped into the cab.

Jeremy leaned over to her as he got in the cab, "That is one of my charms." He said before he kissed her again.

Before the kiss ended Piper reached down at the sound of her cell phone ringing.

Prue paced back and forth waiting for someone to tell her what was going on. She had got the call on her cell that her sister was at SFMH, but no one was telling her anything.

She had run into Andy Trudeau as she waited, but still her mind twisted to her baby sister. Sure they had their differences but this was different, her sister was hurt and she needed to be there for her. The nurse had assured her on the phone that it was minor, so she wasn't to worried, but still, her big sister instincts had kicked in. Her baby was hurt, and that was all she needed to hear.

Andy handed her another cup of bad coffee as she waited. She was grateful for his presence. She couldn't believe it would take this long to set a sprained arm and seal in a few stitches. Still no one had spoken to her to let her know how Phoebe was.

"Halliwell?"

Prue nearly jumped to her feet as she heard her name. She felt Andy standing near her, "How is she?"

The doctor wasn't sure how to even respond. What had turned from something minor had become much bigger.

"Your sister came in with a fractured elbow from a fall off her bike, as well as some abrasions. We set her arm in plaster but she was complaining of a headache the whole time. We sent her down for a CAT scan but while she was down there she became unconscious. I'm sorry. Right now your sister is in a coma."

Prue felt her world freeze in that one moment; that one heart beat. Everything with her and Phoebe ran through her mind good times and bad and she realized all she wanted was her sister back.

Andy placed his arms around Prue's waist preventing her from slipping to the floor. Phoebe was like family to him as much as Prue was. His love for any of the sisters never ending.

Prue's mind repeated the words over and over. CAT scan and coma. She had pushed her sister away and now less then 24hrs after her return she was fighting for her life. A fight Prue hoped and prayed she would beat just so she could tell her how she really felt about her. How her love for her was endless.