Sasha was awoken in his trailer by the blearing sound of his telephone. He shot up, afraid that one of his gymnasts was in trouble. Again. Or worse, the NGO giving him emergency news (of the bad sort).

He picked up, greeting the last person on his list of people he thought would call at the time. Phoebe Halliwell. His ex-fiance's sister.

"Hello?"

"Sasha. Its Phoebe" she paused "Halliwell."

"Hey Pheebs. Is every thing okay?" He swallowed. He knew something was wrong. The Halliwells barely ever call him anymore. Not since the blowout. Sasha knew something was wrong. It sounded as if Phoebe is struggling not to cry.

"Sasha" she sighed "It's Prue. There has been an accident. Prue. She-she died, Sasha."

Sasha swallowed. He heard shaky breath on the opposite side of the phone. .gone. He couldn't believe it. Prue was always so strong. Always so strong. And stubborn. So vibrant and full of life. He truly loved her, even if they couldn't make it work. Then an alarming thought occurred to him.

"Pheobe...Is-is Parker alright? She isn't-wasn't hurt-physically that is, right?"

"Yes, yes. Parker-she-well, she is fine physically. Unharmed. But, she isn't dealing well with Prue. She, well, she isn't dealing at all. Sasha, that's the other reason I called. Prue wanted her to stay at the Manor, but I think between Piper hardly keeping it together and, well, everything...I-we-think it may be best if Parker comes to stay with you for a while-in Boulder."

Sasha couldn't believe it. The Halliwells were a unit. They don't separate. Not since the sisters reunited six months after their Grams' death. It was a true testament to how broken the family was that they were willing to seperate-give up their baby. The Halliwells were a prime example of how "it takes a village" to raise a child. Piper would take care of Parker as a child during the day as Prue worked and work her club, P3, as Prue took Parker after she left 415 Magazine. Phoebe would go back and forth taking care of Parker during mornings, afternoons, and evenings.

When Piper started to seriously date Leo, he began to babysit Parker a bit. And then Andy, for his short relationship with Prue, acted as a father figure to Parker. That was the blowout. Prue felt that Parker need a paternal figure closer to home with a stable life.

Prior to the blowout, Parker would spend a few weeks blocked together with Sasha every few months. In those weeks, Sasha would train Parker in gymnastics, but after the sisters were reunited, Parker began to visit less and less, and refused to participate in training. Sasha never wanted his daughter to be an Olympian, but it was something to bond over, and he had no idea how to connect to his now fifteen-year-old daughter.

Being the only member of the next generation of Halliwells, the sisters were extremely protective of Parker. Being trusted with Parker, even though he was her father, was an honor. Sasha truly did love his daughter. But, he wanted to give her chance at a normal life-one where she didn't have to compete, or move when he moved gyms-he wanted her to have a stable home with stable parents, but that shattered, first, when Andy died a horrible death in a break in, and now with Prue's accident. Now that he thought about it, he realized he didn't know how his ex-fiance died, just that she did-in an accident.

"Pheebs, what happened-to Prue?"

He heard Phoebe swallow and start "We were at home. With a friend. Someone came in and attacked us. Prue died protecting Parker. Our innoce-friend died as well." Sasha didn't pay any mind to Phoebes slip, as he found the situation odd enough.

Sasha sighed. "Of course she can say. I really want to come up for the funeral, but I'm living in a trailer behind the Rock-my gym" he clarified "I'll try to make it to San Francisco, but I need to find a house, or at least a two-bedroom apartment. I don't want Parker to be uncomfortable. She's dealing with enough with Prue and moving and everything. Can I talk to her?"

"She's not home" Phoebe said too quickly. "I'll tell her you asked for her when she gets home, though."

"Thanks, Pheebs. Give Piper, Leo, and Cole my regards...condolences. I'm so sorry Phoebe. When should I expect Parker?"

"One of us will come with her-to get her settled and for some familiarity." It stung that he wasn't familiar to his own daughter. But he pushed that down, under his grief. Phoebe continued "The funeral is in two days. We'll leave a day or two after. However long it takes Parks to pack."

"Thanks Pheebs. Talk to you soon. Call if you need anything."

They both hung up after exchanging "so longs". Sasha's eyes suddenly grew- his fifteen year old daughter was going to visit him in four days. Though he'd never admit it, he had a difficult time controlling his gymnasts-other people's children-how would he act with Parker? Will she be home-schooled like Peyton, Lauren, and Kaylie? Or would she want to continue her public education? Is she a vegetarian? Does she hate him?

Sasha sighed and laid back down. He resigned himself to trying to sleep, though he knew he'd get close to none. He was completely and utterly devastated over Prue's death, and his daughter's struggle. He truly hoped everything would work out in the end.