A/N: Hi everyone. I have a few things I would like to say before you start reading:

1. I do not own Charmed.

2. This is my first time writing a Charmed fanfiction since I was about thirteen, so hopefully it's improved since then (that has all since been deleted).

3. I am horrendous at updating. I was hoping to write this story and update it weekly but I'm about to sit my final exams starting next week and I just want to procrastinate dealing with that.

4. If you find any formatting errors or anything, it is most likely because I have uploaded this from my phone. My apologies.

Thank you.

Chapter 01
November 1998

Prue sat on her bed, trying to process the evening's events. She had her answer, but it was definitely not the one she wanted. How could she be with Andy when he couldn't accept that she was a witch? She laid down, closing her eyes to try and hide the tears that were going to fall. They slowly rolled down her cheeks, and she made no effort to hide them. Piper and Phoebe were still at Quake, and despite what she had said to them, they knew it'd be hard on Prue, leaving it unlikely for them to talk to her tonight if they got back early.

Prue crawled into a ball and laid there in silence, the only sounds in the room being her sobs. Eventually she cried herself to sleep, never moving from her position.

She woke a little earlier than usual the following morning. As soon as she came to consciousness and opened her eyes, she was met with nausea. Taking a deep breath, Prue slowly got up off the crumpled bed, still made from the day before, and shuffled her way towards the bathroom, one hand resting over her stomach. She looked at her pale face reflected in the mirror before she threw off her clothes and stepped into the shower.

After a short shower, Prue wrapped a towel around herself and made her way back to her room. She sat on her bed, not having the effort to change. Using her telekinesis, she grabbed a plain singlet and a pair of sweatpants, deciding to get ready for work later.

Prue slowly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, she opened the fridge and looked over its contents. Unimpressed, she turned around and started opening cupboards, hoping to find something she thought her stomach would agree with.

After a pointless search, Prue gave up and headed back up to her bedroom, not quite sure of what exactly she was going to do once she got there. As she began her ascent up the staircase, she met Piper on her way down.

Piper paused, her face lined with worry, "Prue, are you okay? You don't look very well."

Prue shook her head, "No, I don't feel very well either. I was on my way back to bed," she said.

Piper gently held her hand against Prue's forehead, "I don't think you have a temperature, but that's a good idea, you go and rest. I'll call Buckland's and tell them you won't be in today."

"Thanks." Prue's voice was even quieter. She continued her journey to her room, Piper watching her until she was out of sight.

Prue had just made it to the top of the stairs when she made a sudden dash for the bathroom, cutting off Phoebe, who was on her way to shower. "Thanks," the younger sister yelled at the door before turning and going downstairs.

"What's wrong with Prue?" Phoebe asked as she entered the kitchen.

Piper looked up from the coffee she was pouring herself, "She's not feeling well. Hey, can you call Buckland's and tell them she won't be in today?"

"Yeah, sure," Phoebe turned around and picked up the phone to dial Buckland's.

Once she had finished the phone call, Phoebe put the phone down and turned around to Piper, "I hope she'll be okay, things have been so hard on her lately, you know, with Andy and everything."

Piper nodded her head in agreement, "Yeah, I agree. I just want her to be happy." She glanced over at the clock, "uh, I have to go. Do you need me to drop you off anywhere?"

"Nope, I'll be here today, unless I go grocery shopping." Phoebe began pouring herself some cereal.

"Okay then. Call me and let me know how Prue's doing. See you later!" She called as she walked away.

"Will do."

Phoebe sat there in silence, eating her cereal. Just as she finished, Prue came into the kitchen, headed straight for the fridge. She opened it, grabbed a water bottle and took a mouthful.

"Oh, honey, are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything?" Phoebe wrapped her arm around Prue's shoulders.

"No, I'm feeling a little better now, I think I just need something to eat."

"Okay, well, you go and sit down and I'll bring you something." She ran her hand over Prue's dark hair and took her arm off her shoulders before opening the fridge to look for ingredients.

"You don't have to overdo it, Pheebs, I'm sure a sandwich will do just fine." Prue turned and went to sit in the conservatory. A few minutes later, Phoebe followed her with a sandwich.

Prue examined its contents before taking a bite, "Thank you."

"I called Buckland's, you don't have to go in today." Phoebe told Prue once she had finished eating.

"I'm surprised they let me have the day off, considering how much I have to leave because of demon hunting already."

"Well, the important thing is that you do, so just rest. You sure you're feeling better now?" Phoebe questioned.

Prue nodded, "I could feel better, but I'm not as bad as I was half an hour ago. It was just something I woke up with. It was weird."

"Okay, well I'm going to take that shower I wanted but didn't get to have because someone cut me off on the way to bathroom. Tell if you need anything."

"I'll be right, you go and shower," Prue told Phoebe, leaving her sitting there by herself thinking about all the work she'd be missing out on. She hated missing work.

For the next few days, Prue had experienced similar feelings each morning when she woke up, however they never really seemed to grow worse, and were more of a sensation in the background rather than something that stopped her from doing anything. Despite the protests of her sisters, Prue dealt with it and continued to go into Buckland's, insisting that they can't afford to have her missing work and, to pacify them, that if it gets too bad, she'll come home. Of course, she never did.

Prue sat on her bed one evening, ready for sleep, but too wide awake to actually go to bed. Piper and Phoebe had gone to Quake like usual, however Prue had stayed at the Manor, not having the effort to go out after yet another day of uncomfortable queasiness.

She had her eyes focused on her hairbrush, sitting in front of her on the bed. She had been trying to use her telekinesis on the brush, hoping for it to hover. She had realised that day at work that her powers weren't working properly when she tried to move something across her desk but instead it just toppled over. This time, she was getting a similar result. The brush would move and start to levitate at one end before dropping back onto the bed.

Prue could feel herself getting both frustrated and anxious. She knew that she was capable of moving such a small object; she'd thrown warlocks into walls, what was one little hair brush? So if it was so simple, why couldn't she do it? Panic twisted in her stomach. What would she do if a demon attacked? Piper and Phoebe would find out something was wrong with her power and then they might end up getting hurt. Prue knew she couldn't let that happen.

She tried to move the brush again. It wobbled. Prue cried out in anger and the brush suddenly shot out towards the wall, slamming into it. Relief flooded Prue; at least her power sort of worked when she was angry enough to trigger it. Her relief was short-lived, however, as dizziness overtook her and she fell back onto her bed, waiting for it to end. She stared at the ceiling, confused. She never got dizzy after using her power. Was it all connected to what had been happening recently? Prue had no clue. But she did know one thing for sure.

Something was wrong.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hopefully I can get focused on my exams and start writing guilt free afterwards. The second chapter is about a third of the way done, so I can't tell you how long it'll be before I upload again.