Backgrounds:
Prue: 25 years; self confident, young woman. Engaged with Rodger. Shares an apartment with Piper. Works in a museum with her fiancé.
Piper: 23 years; scared cat. Problems in finding men. Shares an apartment with Prue. Works at a bank.
Phoebe: 20 years; typical rebellious early twenty. Takes drugs, drinks and from time to time also steals. Has definitely the wrong friends. Still lives in the manor.
Note:
These facts are only at the beginning of the Fan Fiction.
This Fan Fiction is set 5 years after 'little things change so much'. It's playing in 1997, one year before charmed starts.
Back together, or not? Part 1:
The shock
Prue and a still stranger, male person, sit in an apartment on the dining table. The table is decorated with roses and candles. It seems like the dinner on their tables is more decoration as the roses and candles. Prue looked lovingly into the strangers' eyes, as they were just about move their glasses, which were filled with red whine, closer together. The man had dark brown hair, which reached down to his ears and had green eyes. Prue simply looked amazing. She wore a dark blue summer dress and her shoulder long hair was put up, with a black slide. The dress allowed the stranger to look deep down Prue's chest, which was even easier with her hair out of the way. But candles didn't only decorate the set table, but the whole apartment. His apartment. Rodger's apartment. Prue and Rodger looked deep into each other's eyes as the glasses met. Afterwards both took a little sip of their glasses, before their lips finally met, but this time it seems, like they never would part anymore. Prue's left, like automatically, moved to his cheek, revealing a huge diamond ring on her ring-finger.
"I love you"
Rodger told Prue, as he finally pulled away again.
"I know"
Prue responded, with a small smile. After the night on the bridge, Prue never had allowed those 3 words to leave her lips in one word anymore
"How about we leave dinner and move on to dessert?"
Rodger asked seductively
"Sounds great"
Prue said smiling, as she gild down from her chair and went with gentle moves over to her fiancé. She sat down on his lap and they started to make out right away. Rodger's hands wandered up her back and to her slide. He opened it up and let her hair fall loosely down her shoulders. Prue's hair was at the moment pretty long. She lately didn't have it that long anymore, but in the last few weeks she was just too busy to go to the hairdresser. Especially the last week had been very exciting for Prue. She was exactly one week engaged now and she loved it. As they made out, it seemed like nothing could separate them anymore. Nothing. Really nothing? There was indeed something that could separate them. Something that right away started to ring. It was Prue's mobile.
"I gotta take it... maybe I have to pick Phoebe once again from prison"
Rodger looked rather nerved at her
"You know I'd prefer not to take it neither, right?"
"Whatever, Prue..."
Rodger answered as he made her stand up, to grab for some cigar.
"Honey..."
Prue started, but then sighted. She knew it had no use. She put her dress into order again and then grabbed for her ceil
"Halliwell?"
"Prue!"
Prue heard her sister calling through the phone. She was crying and her voice sounded completely instable. Prue rolled her eyes. Piper knew, she only should have called in emergencies. Why didn't just Piper pick Phoebe from wherever? She knew it was something with Phoebe. It was always something with Phoebe. Only two weeks ago, her baby sister had jumped out of a window, while she was at a friend's party. No one knew, or better wanted to know, how many kinds of drugs Phoebe had in her system already, to actually think she was able to fly. She thought, she could easily just glide down to the ground and she wanted to proof that her friends as well. She broke her ankle, when she hit the floor, as she naturally couldn't fly, at all. Prue had received a call pretty alike this one that night. Piper seemed to be in pretty much the same condition, as back then. Prue was simply sick of it. She was sick of always protecting her little sister from that crap. She was sick of picking her in prison, at bars or wherever she had to found her, else. She was sick of the all the phone calls from the police or some nurse from the memorial. She was sick of trying to explain, how her sister got to alcohol, drugs or to some things, which actually didn't belong to her.
"What did she do this time?"
Prue asked nerved
"It's... not... not Phoebe, Prue"
Piper cried into the telephone
"It's... Grams. She.... she had a... a heart attack"
Prue didn't answer for several moments, as she was simply too shocked to answer. Her grandmother was like a rock. Always there. Never ill or weak.
"Prue!!! Did you hear me?! Grams had a heart attack"
Piper repeated desperately once again.
"Yeah... I... did. Umm... where... where are you now?"
"In San Francisco Memorial"
"Alright... I'm right there"
Rodger looked worried at Prue and as she clocked the mobile off, he finally spoke
"What's wrong?"
"I... need to... to go to... the... the memorial..."
"What? Why?"
"My... grandma... she had... had a heart attack"
Prue said. Biting her lip. She still was shocked, but as the news slowly sunk in, she started to tear slightly up, but Prue just kept on biting her lip, not to even start. She had to be strong now.