A/N: I'm continuing my A Different Time and Place series with the story about Paige and Henry's continuing romance. I have hopefully learned my lesson from the last story and will try not to involve season long story arcs that will take control over my writing...unfortunately, this may mean less twists.

Hello world, Hope you're listening. Forgive me if I'm young, for speaking out of turn; There's someone I've been missing. I think that they could be the better half of me. They're in the wrong place trying to make it right but I'm tired of justifying, so I say you'll…

"Henry, come home," Paige pleaded into her phone. He was refusing to pick up and his voicemail was the only way for her to pass along the message, as well as hear his voice. Two months ago they had been happy. Hell, two days ago they had been happy.

She threw herself onto his couch and wrapped her arms around a pillow. She sniffed it and cried a little as she finally got to smell his aftershave again. Paige had been a wreck for the past two days, ever since the fight had happened. Luckily enough for her there were demon attacks and so far she hadn't had to go back to the manor where her sisters would interrogate her when they saw her puffy red eyes.

Two days ago Henry had asked her to marry him, and two days ago Paige had taken a step back from him rather than running towards him.

Come home, Come home, 'cause I've been waiting for you for so long, for so long, And right now there's a war between the vanities but all I see is you and me. The fight for you is all I've ever known. So come home.
He was the other half of her, she knew that. Paige also knew that he had come along at the wrong time. In her heart she knew that she loved him and only him. There had and could be other men that she had cared for deeply, but he was the one she was made for.

Unfortunately this wasn't a war her heart could fight, because ultimately her heart realized that Paige wasn't ready for this right now. Everything was warring inside her; the things she wanted to accomplish, the things she wanted for herself that would get in her way of achieving those goals. It was making her futile; worthless and useless. Would she dedicate her life to her dream of being a social worker, which she had finally started working towards months earlier when she first met Henry, or should she be a hyphenate witch-whitelighter which would still allow her to help others? Finally, the question she had been asking herself for the past two days; should she commit to being someone's wife?

I get lost in the beauty of everything I see. The world ain't as half as bad as they paint it to be.
If all the sons, if all the daughters stopped to take it in, well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin. It might start now...Yeah, well maybe I'm just dreaming out loud. Until then…

There wasn't enough time in her life to do everything and things would have to be sacrificed. It would be different if she had a few years as a social worker before settling down with Henry and could wait until her children were old enough before leaving at insane hours to help charges in her official capacity as whitelighter. Things were just too screwed up; it wasn't supposed to all happen at once. It would be hard enough trying to focus on two of those three desires but all of them at the same time were impossible.

Everything I can't be Is everything you should be And that's why I need you here
Everything I can't be Is everything you should be And that's why I need you here
So hear this now
It seemed like a constant struggle for Paige ever since finding her sisters; what she was, what she could be, and what she couldn't be. She would never be Prue; all knowing big sister with common sense, immense power, and the curse of sacrifice or the gifts of sacrifice's rewards. Paige would never be Piper, whose open heart made her the center of the family, and would certainly never be Phoebe, who could risk everything for love.

But for everything Paige was and hoped to be, as well as for everything she wasn't, Henry had been there with her; the better half of her soul that just never seemed to be complete without him. And even though her body seemed to be screaming at her to run, Paige was tired of trying to justify her own reasons for pushing him away when all she really wanted was him.

Paige grabbed her jacket and keys and ran down four floors of stairs before she hit the street and took off running to a local police bar she knew he went to sometimes. Walking in, she scanned the crowd until she saw the face she had been missing for what seemed like a lifetime. He was there, sitting amongst his friends, with a beer in his hands. Hesitating, she moved forward until she could tap him on the arm. Being able to touch him again was all the proof she needed to know that she was doing the right thing.

"Come home," Paige said.

Henry looked into her eyes and then turned back to his seat, taking a long swig from his mug. Paige's heart broke a little bit, and she remembered what she had said to Prue so many months ago about knowing that Henry was going to be the one to break her heart. She hadn't realized that it was all the walls she had built around her heart that would cause that pain.

"I do," she spit out and saw him turn to catch a look at her from his peripheries. "I will. I love you, Henry. I want to be your wife," she rambled on hoping to undo the damage she had done.

Henry turned to face her, still sitting on his bar stool. "How do I know that you mean it? I've spent our entire relationship fighting to get you to trust me but I can't live this way, Paige."

"I trust you," Paige said. "It's not trust that's my problem, it's…it's being happy. I've never been so happy before, not since my parents died. Then I met my sisters and we had time to bond but you came out like a bat out of hell and I haven't had a solid grip on reality since."

"Paige," Henry said and took a deep breath, unable to go on knowing how much the death of her parents had meant to her.

"I love you, Henry. Please, come home," she begged.