Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Justine.
Set in the middle of season 3, before Prue's death but after Piper's marriage.
Prue stalked through the front door frame of the Manor, pausing to throw a pile of magazines onto the couch as she passed the living room.
"Nice to see you've fixed the door, Leo!" she called sarcastically, casting an irritated glance back at the lack of door. A shimmer of bright lights announced Leo's entrance.
"Sorry Prue, I was busy. I can't always be the handyman." He snapped, in an uncharacteristically bad mood. Phoebe laughed as she walked into the foyer and overheard Leo's comment.
"Hey, way to go Leo! So, what's biting your ass?" she asked, plonking onto a chair near the phone. Prue looked at the chair for a second, a puzzled expression crossing her face. Was that always there? She thought before shrugging it off and turning to face Leo.
"Yeah, what's wrong? I'm the one who just had the worst day at work!"
"Oh yeah Prue, following your dream job after quitting a well paying job at an auction house. It must be so tough on you." Leo muttered, walking over to the doorframe and taking measurements.
"Ok, stop there! What the hell is wrong with you Leo? You're never like this…" a short pause before Phoebe continued. "Granted, you are voicing what we all think." Prue pursed her lips, scooped up the magazines she had tossed down just a minute earlier and stormed up to her room. Phoebe tilted her head, gazing quizzically at Leo.
"Think we were too hard on her?" she asked and Leo shrugged.
"Who cares?" replied the sullen Whitelighter.
Dinner that night was a tense affair, 'filled with boring chitchat and unimportant small talk' and Piper desperately trying to keep the peace.
"So, Phoebe, think you could give me a hand at P3 tomorrow?" Piper asked.
"Sure, as long as she won't be there." Phoebe responded with a pointed glare at Prue.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't be." snarled Prue with an equally angry glare at Phoebe.
"Think you're so special, don't you? Perfect Prue!" taunted Phoebe. Piper calmly placed her cutlery on her plate, scooped up her plate and walked towards the lounge room.
"Until you two sort out whatever is going on, I'm not staying in the same room as either of you if I can help it." Piper announced. Nobody got a chance to reply before Darryl called out.
"You home, girls? I'd ring the doorbell but-"
"There's no door. Talk to Leo." Prue chimed in helpfully as the three sisters made their way to the entrance. Inspector Darryl Morris stood on the doorstep with a teenage girl.
"And your phone is dead." He said, shrugging apologetically. Prue smirked.
"Well isn't that just great! Piper, if you need exercise, go for a run, we need a handyman back." Prue said bitingly. Cut, Piper turned to Morris.
"Social or professional?" she asked and Morris gave his best 'brace yourself' look. "Great, professional." All three said.
"Ok, I'll cut to the chase. Justine here was found in a basement during a raid this afternoon. She had this necklace on." He handed them a necklace after prising it from the teen's grip. "And claims to be Justine Halliwell. She also claims to be from the year 2071, I left that bit out of the paperwork." At once all three sisters shot curious looks at the nervous girl.
"Hey." She said with a small smile, raising both hands defensively.
"She's a little odd." Darryl said without lowering his voice.
"Darryl!" scolded Phoebe as Prue mimicked Justine's gesture hesitantly.
"What are you doing?" Piper asked Prue, a trace of scorn in her voice. Prue looked bewildered and lowered her hands.
"I'm…not sure…I've got to go." Prue declared.
"Go where?" Phoebe and Piper asked together. Justine shook her head.
"No, she means she has to go." Clarified the teen as Prue raced for the downstairs bathroom. Darryl raised his eyebrows.
"Ok, random and weird. Well, sort out your little time-confused relative before the shrinks come looking for her." Darryl said and bolted, leaving the girl standing at the entrance to the Manor without as much as a dollar to her name.