Andy's Afterlife
A/N Alright, I don't know how good a story from Andy's POV will be, but I'm going to try, so if it sucks, tell me, I'll end the misery. And no, I don't own the characters of Charmed. I made up like half of them for this fic. Please R & R!
Chapter 1: Walking Into The Light
When I kissed Prue, I opened my eyes, and she was gone. I was alone. On a swing so familiar to me from a childhood in San Fransisco. Where me and Prue had our first kiss so many years ago.
Andy had always looked at Prue as his best friend. But when he turned 14 something changed. They changed. And Andy started to feel strange. Something...different. Andy didn't know how to tell Prue. Because if he did, tell her, he felt something different than friendship, and she didn't, their friendship could collapse. And Andy didn't want to break that bond over butterflies in his stomach whenever they made eye contact.
He found himself thinking about her more. He came to a conclusion. He was in love with her. But Andy didn't know what to do year, everything would be different. They were going to High School. Thinking about the future popped up in both of their heads more than ever. It was a beautiful summer day in San Fransisco. Prue had called Andy, wanting to meet up with them at the swing they had always met up at, since their mothers first arranged a playdate there when they were young.
Andy finally gave into the butterflies, and the pounding of his heart. And in the middle of a conversation about a movie that had just come out, Andy leaned over and kissed Prue.
Andy quickly broke it off. Prue and Andy both looked, confused. "I'm" Andy started to apologize. "Don't be." Prue laughed. And Andy realized, the feelings he had their whole 8th grade year weren't one sided like he thought.
I started to feel light headed. And I saw a vortex of light appear. I was supposed to move on. I was supposed to die.
I wanted to believe it couldn't be my time. That I could wake up from this crazy dream and have more years to live, maybe giving the whole witchcraft thing a chance. But I felt the light pulling me in. I had no idea, where I was going, but I walked into it. And suddenly, I lost consciousness.
I woke up, and I was in a bed. It was soft, and comfortable, but something urged me to get up. I sat up and my head ached with pain. My vision was slightly blurry, but the more I tried to focus, the better it got.
A man I knew well walked into the room I was in, and stood in the doorway, giving me a proud grin. "Grandad?" Words managing to escape my mouth.
He grinned at me and my vision snapped back to normal as he put a cup of water in my hands. "Drink up. You need to rehydrate." He said gruffly. My grandfather had died when I was in police academy. I went to his funeral. I saw his casket.
He had grown out a beard. After he saw me drink the water down he sat down on the bed next to me. "So how are you feeling?"
I started to feel much better as the pain in my head started to fade away. "I'm feeling...confused." I finally answered. My grandfather chuckled and patted me on the back. "That's my boy." He grinned.
"So I'm dead?" I asked. "Well. Yes. But you'll be staying with me so you can get your bearings, and then you'll get your own place in Heaven." My grandfather took a sip of the drink he had brought in.
"So, that Prue girl was a witch, huh? That was pretty unexpected." He chortled in between sips. "How'd y-" I started "Word gets around quick up here. Plus I kept an eye on the Trudeaus from time to time. Can't believe you didn't have any kids." He grumbled at me.
I put my hands up in a surrender. "What about that Susan? She was a nice girl. Those would have been some cute grandchildren." He grinned at me. "Hey!" I felt red coming to my face.
"Yeah I know. But I've been alone for many years. And then my policeman grandson, which I'm so proud that you continued, comes up here." He said taking another drink and throwing down the empty cup.
"So care to fill me in on how my grandson died?"