I do not know every episode of Charmed by heart, so this may be a little inaccurate. But please enjoy.

Prue's head sprung from her pillow. It had been a terrible nightmare. There was something familiar about the young girl in it; but it took Prue a few minutes to realize who she had seen. "Peyton," she whispered, afraid to wake her sisters.

By the time she was drinking her coffee, the nightmare was far from Prue's mind. There was a big auction to prepare for. Last night's demon vanquish had kept her from staying late at the office so there was a lot more to do. But somewhere in the back of her head, something was pushing at her.

"Morning Prue," said Phoebe, hopping onto the countertop.

"Morning," taking one last sip, Prue set down her mug. "I've got to work."

"Awww, was it something I said?" joked Phoebe.

"Very funny."

"Just trying to brighten the morning."

"What did you do now?" asked Piper.

"Why do you always assume I did something?"

"Because it's always you," said Piper and Prue simultaneously.

After a few seconds of silence, the three laughed. "Have fun at work," said Piper.

"Yeah, have fun at work Prue."

Prue squinted and Phoebe's coffee mug slid a couple of inches from her. "Hey!"

"I've got to go."

As she drove, the something from her dream kept nagging in the back of the mind. It was like she had forgotten to do something. The commute seemed more jammed than usual and her drive dragged on and on. Once she was in the auction house, Prue sighed. It was a relief to be out of that awful traffic. "Rough night Prue?" asked Hannah, her usual mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"Well Hannah, unlike you, I actually have a life. And it really is none of your business."

Hannah huffed as she whipped around and sulked down the hall. Prue let out a little chuckle. It always felt good to get back at Hannah. "Morning Prue," said Rex.

"Morning Mr. Buckland."

"Rex, please."

"Morning, Rex."

"Now that's more like it. Back to work then, shall we?"

The rest of the day went by slowly as she catalogued item after item in an endless line of shipments. None of them were memorable and luckily none were cursed or magical. This was unusual for a day at Buckland's, but Prue didn't care. Maybe it was a good thing nothing witchy was happening today. Being a charmed one was hard work and she could really use a break from it.

That night, Andy called. "Hey Prue, how are you?"

"Fine Andy."

"Good," there was a long pause before he continued.

"Don't tell me I'm involved in another murder case of yours," joked Prue.

"No. I just was wondering if maybe… maybe we could go to Quake sometime, just the two of us."

"Andy, I'm very busy this week, can we talk about this later?"

Prue wanted to say yes. But with her powers being so new, she wasn't even sure it was safe for them to date. What if a demon attacked? How could she keep this secret from him when they are able to read each other so well? The odd feeling that was poking in the back of her mind became stronger. The words "Andy" and "secret" rang through her head. "Peyton," she said. "I forgot about Peyton."

Phoebe was relaxing by the fireplace just downstairs. She knew the most about their powers and being witches. If there was anything to ask about their powers, Phoebe was the place to go. But she would have to approach this very carefully. After all, a secret is a secret. "Um, Phoebe," said Prue, sliding into the cushion next to her.

"Did the great Prue just say um?"

"Hahaha."

Phoebe stuck her tongue out at Prue. "What, can't a girl have a little fun?"

"You know a lot about our powers, right?"

"Oooo, did something happen? Did your powers increase?"

"No. I just have an odd question."

Phoebe scooted closer. "Our daughters will be witches too, right?" asked Prue.

Phoebe nodded. "Well, what if Mom's powers were bound when she had us? Would we still have had our powers?"

"Mom's powers weren't bound when she had us."

"But what if they were?"

"Well, I think that the powers belong to an individual. So yes, we would have had them."

Prue leapt from the couch, and quickly climbed up the stairs to think. If only she had known she was a witch back then!

The next day Prue left before her sisters woke up. She left a note that said she had to go to work early to set up. But Buckland's was far from her mind. She was heading to the station. Though he wouldn't start for a while, Andy would be there. He always went to work when life was bothering him. Prue chuckled. Sometimes things never change.

Andy was standing at the water cooler drinking. The instant Prue came into sight, Andy straightened his posture, knocking over the cooler. He lunged over the water cooler (now spilling water everywhere) and walked up to her. In order to look less goofy, Andy leaned against the wall, his hand supporting him from above his cleared his throat before speaking. "Prue, what are you doing here?"

Morris walked into the station and chuckled a little before walking by, patting Andy on the back, and helping to clean up the mess. "Shouldn't you-"

"They've got the situation under control. Do you want to go talk at my desk?"

Prue's eyes darted around the station. "Not here," she whispered. "Can we go somewhere more private?"

Andy looked at Prue, confused. "Sure. Is the roof okay?"

"Perfect."

The two walked up the stairs in silence. Neither knew what to say. It was a relief for both of them when they finally closed the door, standing alone from the world. "Prue, what is it? Is everything okay? Are Piper and Phoebe-"

"Everything's fine Andy. Really, everyone is fine. This is about…" Prue leaned in close and whispered into Andy's ear. "Peyton."

Andy flung back as though he had been shoved violently. His confused face quickly turned to a scrunched frown. Taking a deep breath, he replied through gritted teeth. "Prue, we said th-"

"I know what we said, but-"

"But what, Prue? Why would you- How could you. God, Prue! Why would you even?! This is…"

"I know, said Prue staring down at the gravely surface.

"Do you Prue?!"

Andy was pacing now, his hands enveloping his forehead as he rubbed it.

"Andy please…"

"NO!"

Andy took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "You can't just come here and suddenly bring her up. Don't you have enough secrets?"

He pointed his finger at Prue, his anger simmering down. "That's it, isn't it? This has to do with your big secret. How can you trust me about her but not your-"

"Andy please. It's not just my secret."

"No, of course not. It's your sisters' too, right? God Prue, just tell me!"

"I didn't come here for this. I came about-"

"Peyton, I know. It's just… frustrating."

"Andy I know that I have no right. But I need to see her."

"So do I. But I know better. We can't just barge into her life. Not now."

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, you know that."

"I keep the information locked in my desk downstairs. Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure."

The station was back to its daily bustle. This meant they could get things done more privately. "Lover's spat, Trudeau?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Morris?"

They flashed each other a smile as Prue sat down. Sighing, Andy sat behind his desk and unlocked a drawer. He passed Prue a small piece of paper tattered on the ends from being folded repeatedly. "You've been using the information?"

"No. I put it in my pocket, but I just walk by. It's too hard for me."

Prue picked the paper up and scanned it. "That is her current address and her parents' names. I don't have any more than that. I only ask one thing, Prue. Please be careful and really think about what you're doing. Peyton deserves at least that much."

"I will," said Prue, walking toward the door. "And Andy, thank you."

Andy gave her a small nod, a tear forming in his eye.

Thank you for reading. Sorry about the Prue and Phoebe banter, that's just howI felt they would interact despite their tension.