Title: The New Charmed – Season 1
Author: Princess Prudence aka Kayla aka me. :o)
Summary: In a world where Tempus doesn't exist and Phoebe was killed in the battle against "Rodriguez", Prue and Piper feel as if the legacy of the Charmed Ones is short lived after less than a year of being witches. However, someone could come along and change their minds. A certain half-sister maybe?
Spoilers/Canon-ness: Just season 1 up to before time resets itself in the season 1 finale.
Extra Goodies: You can view the credits I made for this fanfiction at: the clips aren't entirely by the season and it's happenings. But, it does introduce most of the characters you should be seeing.)
Author's Note: Ok. Well, I've never been a humongous fan of Phoebe's, and Prue's my favorite character. Hence, the birth of this story... However horrible it might be. lol Please review and say what you think, even if you think it's horrible. But try to be nice. My feelings are fragile. :oP
And now.. On with the show!!
Neither of them had saw it happen, but they both heard the crash.
And just like that, Phoebe was stolen from their lives. Never again would Prue get to argue with Phoebe for borrowing her clothes or complain about her lack of responsibility. Piper would never get to be the middle sister. She would never break up a fight between Prue and their youngest sister again. There would be no more interrupted dates, causing Piper to freeze a guy. No more shopping trips where they would spend more than they could afford because Phoebe convinced them to. There would be no more Phoebe. Ever.
Prue and Piper sat beside Phoebe's body for what seemed like forever. They cried silently. Every once in a while they would look at Phoebe with the slightest bit of hope in their eyes, like they thought that any moment she was going to wake up and tell them it was all a joke. Or that suddenly they would sit up in their beds and wake up from this awful nightmare. Or that time would reset itself and they could start the day over. They waited, but none of these things happened.
They were awakened from their daze by the doorbell. Prue and Piper lifted their gazes to the door and then turned to look at each other. Silently, it was agreed that Prue would answer it. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her hands, momentarily stopping her tears. She didn't like people seeing her cry.
Her hands were shaking as she reached the door. When she opened it unsteadily, Andy was standing there. As he stepped past her, into the house, he said, "Prue... What's wrong? What happened? Before you start, I know you told me not to come, but--"
He didn't finish, however, because Prue launched herself into his arms and started sobbing. Andy wrapped his arms around her after recovering from the mild shock. He repeated, "What's wrong, Prue? Are you hurt? Are your sisters hurt?" At this, Prue started sobbing louder. After a moment, she lifted her head up slowly and looked toward where Piper was now laying on Phoebe's body, crying. Andy followed her gaze. When he saw what had happened, he ran over to where they were and also knelt down beside Phoebe with Prue close behind. A single tear attempted to roll down his cheek, but he quickly caught it. "Have either of you called 911?" he asked quietly. Through their sobs, two barely audible 'No's' were heard. He nodded before pulling out his cell phone.
"Yes. This is Inspector Andy Trudeau. I need an ambulance at 1329 Prescott Street. Yes. Um... I'm not entirely sure what happened. She's... Knocked out. At the very least. Ok. Thank you."
Prue jumped up as Andy was hanging up. "Well, I'm not just gonna sit here and let this happen. Surely there's something in the book. Some way to get her back!" She thought for a moment. "Leo!" she yelled. "Leo! This isn't a social call! We need you!" She jogged up the stairs. Piper's eyes followed her until she was out of sight. Then she looked at Andy as if only just realizing he was there, before looking back down at what was left of her younger sister. She started crying again.
When Prue reached the Book, she started flipping the pages wildly, forgetting about her failing attempts to reach Leo.
Andy opened the door when the paramedics arrived on the scene. They walked straight to Phoebe's body, checked her pulse, and immediately tried CPR on the young adult. After three attempts, they declared her dead. It was 7 PM on May 26th, 1999.
And that was the date that would always be on her tombstone.
A/N - Reviews are appreciated!!
