Hey everyone,

Here's another Charmed fic. I really like this one but it's gonna be a little short. There's only gonna be a few chapters but I might make a sequel if this story get's enough love.

This takes place before charmed so there's no magic...yet... :)

Please review and tell me if I should continue.

Enjoy!

The Phone Call

She wiped a tear from her eye as the TV screen blackened signaling the end of the movie. She always cried at the last scene no matter how many times she'd seen it. She turned towards the man lying next to her. Her and Clay had been together for a while, sometimes she felt he kept things from her, where he was going, what he was doing but he's always so sweet. They're in love.

He smiled at her,"hey, this Billy guy is some tuff competition,"

Phoebe smiled at him as she got up from the bed and took the movie out, " is someone jealous?"

"Always."

She rolled her eyes and started at the movie, 'Kill it before it dies' was her favorite movie of all time. "Let's watch it again."

He sat up so he was now leaning on his elbows, "C'mon Phoebe, three times in a row?" he asked, Phoebe looked at him with puppy dog eyes, " Who bought you that tape anyway? They've created a monster."

Phoebe looked down at the floor in sadness, she hated when she thought of them, yet everyday something would remind her of them and she would get sad.

"Prue got it for me," she let a single tear fall down her face, "for Christmas."

Clay sighed, he knew how sad Phoebe got when her sisters were brought up in conversation, especially Prue, she had told him about this Rodger guy and how her and Prue were not on good terms. He never met Prue, but so far he didn't like her, anyone who made the woman he loves feel sad was not appreciated. He knows Phoebe misses them, sometimes he hears her crying in the middle of the night out of pain and sadness. Today he was the one to bring upon the sadness.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Phoebe let a single tear fall down her face and she wiped it away, "I just miss them."

"I know," Clay said gave her a comforting smile, "come on, let's watch the movie again."

"I don't really feel like it anymore."

"No, don't let them ruin our day," he said and watched a another tear fall down her cheek, she didn't turn to wipe it, as if she didn't notice. "You wanted to watch the movie again so were going to do just that."

Phoebe hesitated for a moment but let out a smile, "your right." She put the cassette back in and was about to push play when the phone began ringing.

"I will get that," she announced happily and Clay nodded. She walked into the kitchen to get the phone.

"Y'ello!"

"Phoebe?"

"Piper?" Phoebe was astounded, her sisters only called her on her on holidays and birthdays.

"Look Phoebe, I…um, I don't really know how to say this and I wish I didn't have to." Phoebe could hear the sadness in Pipers voice as if she'd been crying.

"What Piper? What is it?"

"It's Prue…" she paused, "she got into a car accident."

Phoebe's heart sank, "wh…what?" she struggled at putting the words together, "is she ok?"

"She, she's…" she heard what sounded like a sob on the other line, "she's in a coma."

Phoebe felt her world crash, the words repeated in her head she's in a coma, she's in a coma. Coma = possible death. No, Prue can't die, not Prue. She, she's…Prue.

"Ph-Phoebe?"

"I'll be there by tonight."

"What?"

"I'm coming to the hospital, I'm leaving now," she needed to be there, "I'll be there by tonight."

There was silence on the other line for a while.

"…Ok…Bye."

"Bye." Phoebe hung up the phone, grabbed a duffle bag from her closet and ran into her bedroom.

When she walked back in, Clay noticed her distraught face and knew something was wrong, not to mention that she was packing the whole bedroom.

"Phoebe? What's wrong? Where are you going?"

Phoebe just ignored him and she was frantically searching through her closet, "where's my yellow sweater?"

He reached over the bed and picked up the sweater from the floor "Phoebe? Baby? Tell me what happened. Where are you going?" He handed it to her.

Phoebe packed the sweater and looked up towards him, tears were forming in her eyes, "I'm going back to San Francisco." He looked at her curiously, "Prue's in a coma."

His eyes widened, he jumped off the bed and raped his arms around Phoebe but she pulled away and continued packing.

"No, I don't have time for that. I have to leave now."

"I'm coming with you."

"You have work."

"I don't care."

"Well I do," she walked into the bathroom and continued packing, he followed. "I'll be fine and I'll call you when I get there and when I find out more."

He sighed, knowing that arguing with Phoebe now would be suicide, "Fine, but you better keep me posted." She nodded and walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her passport from the desk and followed.

"Here" He said as he handed it to her.

"Thanks," she muttered and gave him a soft kiss before turning to the door.

"Phoebe."

She turned around, "yeah?"

"Are you ok?"

Phoebe sighed as she felt more tears in her eyes, "I don't know." With that she opened the front door and left, nothing on her mind besides Prue and the possibilities of losing her.

I know, I know, that was really short but I'm working on like 4 fics right now and this is just kinda like a pilot to see what you guys think.

So PLEASE review!