Disclaimer: The Charmed characters are the property of Arron Speling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment.
This is set part way into Season 3. I can say much more then that without giving away some mystry and my cliffies...enjoy This is also reatd T due to some violence later on. But other then that it would be K+
Unforgiving:
She had stayed in her room for the past few days, coming out briefly to eat, shower or go to the bathroom. She couldn't believe that they had come so close, only to lose him. Losing him like that was the cruelest thing she had ever experienced. Why couldn't they just leave them alone?
She couldn't remember the last time she had really talked to her sisters. She had spoken to them but it was always very brief. She knew that they just wanted to be there to support here. But she couldn't, not now, not until she got him back. It was tearing at her heart not to be held by him or loved by him.
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Knocking on her sisters' door, she opened and stuck her head in, "Phoebs I have a photo shoot all day. I'll see you later 'k?"
All she got in return was a low mumble from under the covers. Shaking her head she closed the door and headed down the stairs. Grabbing her coffee to go, she headed out the back door. Her thoughts turned to her sister, she had been so lost since she lost him. And she was starting to give up the hope that her sister would ever be able to get past it.
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That's it, I've had it with all this magic. It used to fun and almost exciting at times, but now it was the cause of her unhappiness. Sure they had saved countless innocents, but how many good people had they lost? Mum, Grams, Andy. I think Andy was the hardest of all. Sure it was hard losing Mum and Grams, but Andy died because we couldn't save him. We knew that we were witches then. Her thoughts continued as she lay there on her bed.
Knowing that Prue had left for the day she made her way out of her room and headed straight up to the attic and the BOS. Flipping through the book she soon found what she was looking for. Reading over the spell quickly before she read it aloud. Sitting at the small table in the attic, she took out three candles and lit them. Setting the book in front of her and in the middle of the candles she read the spell:
Powers of light, power of one
Powers used now send away,
Magic return when my loved one does.
Repeating it three times the wind swirled lightly around her just enough to blow out the candles. Then it just stopped, leaving her sitting in the middle of the attic wondering if she had done the right thing.
After putting everything back in its rightful place, so as not to give her sisters any clue as to what she had done, she walked down the stairs and returned to her room. Curling up on the bed she wondered how and if she should tell her sisters. Would they understand why she did it? Probably not. They had never felt love like that. Or had they? They had all had their share of love lost.
She could see it play out in her mind. Her sisters getting angry because she never discussed it with them first. Telling her it was irresponsible. Putting all their lives in danger. The more she thought about it the more she knew that she couldn't tell them. She would get him back and they would never have to know what she did. Once she had him back all would be fine. That was what the spell said. To release ones powers until your loved one is returned to you.
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Prue continued to have her thoughts drawn to her sister. She had to get her back to her old self. She knew what it was like to lose the one you love; the one who had stolen your heart. Her thoughts turned to Andy and she hoped that the fates would be kinder to her sisters then they had to her.
"Prue. You ok?"
"Uh. Oh yeah sorry Michael, I was just thinking of someone. Three some ones actually."
"Oh." Mike asked curiously.
Mike was Prue's assistant at 415 magazine and they had soon become close friends. His family had come to the Manor on a few occasions for a BBQ or a few laughs. Phoebe loved his kids as it gave her a chance to be a kid again and not have her sisters getting after her.
"Oh sisters and old boyfriends."
"Oh now there's a nasty combo." He laughed.
"Yeah and with the two sisters it is. The old boyfriend was Andy."
"Oh. Sorry."
"It ok." Prue had told Michael about Andy and that he had died. She of course never told him how.
"You wanna talk about it over lunch?"
"Not just yet. It's just something that we need to work out. Thanx though."
"Anytime Prue. If you ever want to though, you know I'm here."
"I know. And I just may take you up on that, but lunch sounds like a great idea." She finished with a smile.
Laughing at her, all Michael could do was agree, as they headed out the door for lunch.
He sat there waiting. Waiting for the punishment for his betrayal. He couldn't help it, he had gone there to do a job. That was it. It wasn't like he meant for it to happen. He loved her. and he fell in love with her and she him. It wasn't something that you could just ignore. It came so fast to him he never expected it. To fall in love with a witch was the last thing he would have expected, but it happened, and now he would face the consequences.
Darryl pulled in front of the magazine just in time to catch Prue before she went home for the day. "Hey Prue. I'm glad I caught you."
"Hey Darryl. Caught me why? Please tell me this is not demon related. I have enough problems right now as it is."
"No, I just wanted to warn you guys."
"Oh. What's up?"
"We've had a rash string of robberies, at some of the local clubs, some have been violent."
"And you think P3 may find its way on the list."
"Yeah. I would suggest you three get some extra security until we catch these guys."
"Darryl..." She looked over at hier friend with a knowing look
"You can't use your powers Prue. Don't even think that." He said giving her a warning stare.
"Well it is the cheapest security system." She said with a laugh.
"Yeah I guess it is. Look just be careful. And make sure that no one is ever alone there."
"We will and thanx Darryl."
"You're welcome."
Getting into her car Prue soon found herself at the foot of a grave stone. Bending down in front of it. "Oh Mum. What am I going to do? I can understand the hurt that she feels right now. How can I tell her to just move on?"
Sitting a bit longer she moved to another part of the cemetery to the one she loved. "Oh Andy. I miss you so much and now this. Why can't they just leave us alone? To have one of my sister go through what I did. It's not fair."
Getting up she placed a kiss on the top of the head stone. "I love you."
Heading back to her car she was surprised to see her sister leaning against her car. "Hey what are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are. Just to talk. Maybe get some answers from Mum on how to help our sister deal with this."
"She still in her room?" Prue asked
"She was the last time I was home. What are we going to do? I mean she can't stay up there forever."
"I don't know. I've been thinking about it all day. I mean I kind of know what she is going through." Prue explained
"Andy."
"Yeah. I mean, she's in her room, feeling like she's had her heart ripped out. I can't exactly go to her and tell her to move on."
"So we don't. We help her get through it."
"Easier said then done. Look who we're talking about here."
"Yeah, but I think with our help she'll be ok."
"I know she will. I just hope that a demon or something doesn't attack us in the mean time. I don't think fighting demons will help her any."
"True. So I'll meet you at home ok."
Realizing that her sister also wanted some time with their mother. "Ok I'll see you at home. And then we'll go and have a little chat with that sister of ours."
"Deal."
Giving her sister a hug Prue drove back towards the Manor. Hoping that between the two of them they would be able convince their sister to some what move on.
I know a lil mystery on the sister part.. thats the joy of writing.. you can keep things a bit mysterious.. So do YOU know which sisster gave up her powers? Come on guess you know you want too...Was it Pheobe in losing Cole, or Piper losing Leo...? Thanx for reading...Di