Author's Note: This story is a Charmed/GH crossover. While watching Charmed Season 1 again, I realized just how very "Alcazar" Andy was most of the time. So, I decided to turn the Alcazar twins into Alcazar triplets. Also, this story is set back in 2002, when Luis "died." When it ends, I may or may not do a sequel that fast forwards to today. I'm leaning more towards may than may not. For the Charmed people...

Andy wasn't killed, though he came close. Prue didn't die, though again, it came close. Cole was not killed and, as of 2002, I have him with Phoebe. He's still got the powers he was given, but he hasn't crossed completely to the dark side as the new Source. Piper and Leo are married, but they don't have any children. I can't remember exactly when Wyatt was born, so I'm just going to play with time enough so that he's not yet been born. And finally, as you can see, Prue and Andy are together.

The voice coming from the bedroom was familiar, but the words most certainly were not. Prue Halliwell furrowed her brow in confusion and listened more. His voice was clear, angry but still clear, and if he'd have been speaking in Spanish, she would have easily been able to tell what he was saying. As far as she knew, he didn't even know Spanish, at least not well enough to be rambling with such emotion. He'd taken French in high school, though she guessed he could have taken Spanish in college.

Prue put her hand against the partially cracked bedroom door and pushed it open. With her left hand, she continued to briskly brush her wet hair with a light blue towel. Strings hung from the end, and as her fingers got caught up between the frays, Prue groaned and reminded herself that it was time to go shopping again. As she listened to the foreign words, the voice growing softer and starting to choke off, she looked down at the towel that was wrapped around her body. Whatever was going on, this was going to be a real discussion, one that she probably should have been dressed for, but since it was her house, it wasn't exactly like she would be the one that left if it went wrong.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it tightly behind her. Inspector Andy Trudeau turned towards her, still on the phone, and Prue could see his eyes glistening. "No puedo hablar de esto ahora, Lorenzo. Tengo cosas..." He sighed and Prue was even more curious. "Tomaré cuidado de mi parte, pero usted apenas se cerciora de que él no muera. ¿Entendido? Usted se cerciora de que él todavía esté vivo para el momento en que consiga allí." He snapped his cellular phone shut and let his arm drop to his side.

"Well, aren't we the bilingual one?" Prue tried to laugh, to pretend that the mood was lighter, but that was nearly impossible. Andy's eyes should have been a brilliant blue, brought out by the livid azure shirt that hung open and flapping at his sides, but instead, they were dark with pain and anger. "Care to tell me when you learned Spanish that well? Or why you're so upset?"

"Prue, I…" He shook his head and dropped the small phone to the bed. He looked down and started to quickly button his shirt. His hands shook and his fingers fumbled at the buttons. "I've gotta go. I know we were supposed to go to a concert tomorrow night, but I've gotta leave town. But, I'll make it up to you as soon as I can. I just…"

"Wait a minute." Prue cut in. As far as she knew, she had always been the one in the relationship with the habit of running away. And if Andy were actually running somewhere, he should have gotten out of the house before she got out of the shower. "You're just… leaving like that? I mean, I come in to see you trying not to cry, incredibly upset, and you're just going to go without an explanation? Not to mention the fact that I've never in my life heard you speak any language that well except for English."

He looked up at her and sighed. His mouth opened and for a second, Prue thought that he was going to ramble about something, let all of his thoughts pour out like they had during the truth spell. Instead, though, he sighed again and simply said, "You're not the only one with secrets, Prue."

"Oh, now you're definitely not getting out of here without an explanation." As she neared the bed, Prue dropped her towel and slid into a thick, white robe. She may not have needed the ability to cut and run, but she was a lot more comfortable arguing when she had at least the semblence of being clothes. She tightened the heavy belt and said, "Secrets are what nearly destroyed us last time. You're the one that told me I couldn't keep secrets from you, so you're one hell of a hypocrite to keep one from me. Especially one that's so big from the look of you."

"Prue…" Andy took a step forward, then stopped as his leg started to shake. He put his hand down on the bed to steady himself, then pushed himself up straight again. As he rose, he grabbed his jacket and tie from the foot of the bed. He threw the jacket over his arm and stuffed the tie into his pocket. "I really doubt any secret can be as big as yours."

"And I really doubt that yours is small if you're so intent to keep it a secret. And if you're ready to run out of here when you're in such… I don't know. Shock? You're so messed up you can barely walk, and you're going to tell me that it's nothing? I don't believe you, Andy."

"Prue, I really don't have time for this. I have to call Morris and tell him to cover for me, and I've got to get a flight out and…" He shook his head. "I don't have time for this."

"Then make the time." He stared at her for a minute, then grabbed his phone and shoved it in his pocket. He started walking to the door. He had the hard mahogany door halfway open when it slammed shut. He turned and Prue sighed. "Don't make me do more, Andy. I can plant you right here and you won't be able to move."

Andy stood with his back to her, his shoulders rising and falling. His back was rigid as he said, "Don't do this, Prue." He jerked on the knob, but it still wouldn't open. She wasn't about to let him get out that easily. Not after all the time he'd spent that first year, practically begging her to tell him the secret she'd held so tightly. If she could finally break and tell him that she and her sisters were witches, the prophesied Charmed Ones, then he could tell her whatever was causing his pain.

Slowly, Andy turned towards her. His shoulders drooped and his body sagged. He rose his hand and flattened it over the lower half of his face. Slowly, his fingers drew in until his hand was a hollow cup over his mouth. He stared at her for a second, then let his hand drop. "Don't make me do this, Prue. I don't have the time to tell you all of it, and if I just tell you the start… You're not gonna like it."

"Just tell me." She walked towards him, her feet moving carefully and deliberately across the floor. She stopped in front of him and pressed her hand to his cheek. "We're beyond the point where we can't say what we need to say." Her hand dropped and she grabbed both of his hands tightly. "You told me once… you said that you wanted this certain kind of life, and you couldn't have that with me. You wanted a life that didn't include demons."

"Prue…" He sighed. "I realized that I could take the demons. What I couldn't take was being without you."

"You're with me now, Andy, and nothing you say now can change that. We're… we're stronger than that, and anything that's wrong, I can handle it. You can tell me the rest when you get where you're going, or when you get back, or whenever, but right now… Andy, I can't let you out that door looking like this, without knowing what's wrong."

He took in a deep breath and slowly pulled his hands from her grip. He reached up and lightly cupped her face. Andy brought her in close and kissed her softly, then pulled back. He left dampness on her face from the tears that had leaked out when he kissed her.

"My name isn't Andy Trudeau," he said softly. "Trudeau is my mother's maiden name. I'm…" He stopped and sighed. "My name is Leandro Alcazar, and on the phone was my brother, Lorenzo. We're a triplet, and he just told me…" He gulped. "Luis is very nearly dead, and I have to go to South America. Right now."

Prue stared at him in shock as he stepped back from her. In her awe, she lost her control on the door. Andy pulled it open easily and slipped out, leaving her there to watch as the door closed behind him. Prue stepped forward, her hand on the door, ready to open it again and follow him out, but she couldn't force her body on. She just stood frozen, staring at the door, and wondering what she should do next.