HE'S BACK...

Disclaimer: Charmed belongs to Constance M. Burge. Therefore not mine.

Authors Note: This beginning of this fic takes place near the end of first season but it's as if Andy never dies, and he still doesn't know that Prue, Piper and Phoebe are witches. Leo's there, the girls know he's a white lighter. This gets confusing, because it never stays in the same time period. Reviews welcome.

Part 1

"Prue, why can't you just tell me what you're hiding?" yelled Andy Trudeau.

"I can't. And if you can't deal with that, then I'm sorry!" Prue Halliwell shouted back at him.

"You're right. I can't deal with my girlfriend keeping secrets from me. So until you decide that you can trust me, I think it might be best if we stopped seeing each other." Andy said coldly. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the Manor.

Prue sank to the ground and cradled her head between her knees. She stayed like that until she heard the phone ring. 'I can't be bothered getting up. I'll let the answering machine get that.' She dragged herself up to her room, and fell into bed, staring up at the ceiling. 'How am I supposed to tell Andy that I'm a witch? That Piper and Phoebe are witches as well. And that we're not just any witches, we're the Charmed Ones, the most powerful witches the world has known. I want to tell him so bad, but he'll just get into danger. I don't think I'll ever forget seeing Andy die that day. I'm just glad that it was in the future, and that we had a chance to change it. At least this way he'll be safe.' She curled up into a ball, and let the tears fall. Andy and her had been best friends since they were 3 and in love since they were 12. It hurt Prue to think that she and Andy would never end up having the family they always dreamed of. She slowly drifted off to sleep, still crying.

4 months later

"Andy, why don't you just talk to her?" Inspector Darryl Morris told his partner exasperatedly.

Andy remained silent, still looking out the window seeing nothing but a face with ice-blue eyes and jet black hair.

"I've requested a transfer. I'm leaving tomorrow," he finally said quietly.

"You've what?!" Darryl yelled. "Trudeau, you've lost it."

"It's too hard, Darryl. Being around her, but still not being able to touch her. To kiss her. To run my hands through her hair. It's too hard."

"Speaking of Prue, are you going to tell her?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go around tonight and tell her."

"Good luck"

Meanwhile, at the Halliwell Manor, Piper and Phoebe were about to leave.

"Are you sure you'll be ok here by yourself Prue?" Piper asked her older sister.

"I'll be fine. You two have fun at the convention, and in Hawaii." Prue replied impatiently.

"What if a demon attacks?" Phoebe asked. "You'll be by yourself."

"I can handle myself. Plus I have the Book of Shadows right upstairs. Now go!" Prue said smiling.

The day went by quickly, and by the time Prue got home from working at Bucklands, it was pouring with rain. She ran in the door completely soaked, her hair dripping with water, and her white shirt completely see through. As soon as she shut the door and was about to run up the stairs, a warlock blinked in.

"What have we here…?" he asked leering at Prue.

"What the hell?" Prue never let him finish as she tried to use her power of telekinesis to throw him.

"Did I forget to mention that I'm immune to your powers?" he said silkily, blinking behind Prue, and twisting her arm behind her back. "Too bad I have to kill you, witch. You and I could have had some fun."

TBC