A/N

Hey guys, in case some of you haven't noticed, this story originally belonged to charmedprue2 or right now I'mtheson. I adopted this story from her as she wanted to drop it but I could see where this plot was heading so I thought why not give it a try? Since I've taken over this story the writing styles may not be the same, although I will try my best to keep the plot.

Prue's P.O.V.

They were gone. Dead, and free from this world. Prue held back her sobs as she tried to convince herself that this was all just a bad dream, and she would wake up soon enough. She refused to believe it. Just moments ago, her family, inclusive of the Charmed Ones, known for being the most powerful force of good on Earth, were talking and laughing and in a flash, they were all taken away from her. She just couldn't believe it. Her whole family was gone, and all because of a car accident? Gathering up the remaining strength she had, Prue crawled through the mass of dead bodies in search of the person she knew would still be alive.

"Wyatt? Wyatt, please. I need you. Please don't leave me too."

"P-Prue." Wyatt smiled as he weakly raised his hand and healed her injuries. "You'll be alright. I know you will. My time is almost up. Take care of Chris for me, alright?"

Prue sobbed and nodded before Wyatt used the last of his strength to orb his baby sister away from the scene, and back to safety.

Chris' P.O.V.

Chris lay on the couch of the Halliwell Manor, sobbing uncontrollably. He wasn't allowed on the trip because of the magic flu he had caught from one of the students back in Magic School. The flu caused him to see a quick premonition every time he sneezed, and the one he'd just received was the worst. He was sure he saw his family die in a car accident, but they were the greatest force of good, they were destined to protect innocents and help the needy. They battled demons almost every day of the week, surely a mere car crash wouldn't kill them? His hopes were brutally dashed when his sister Prue orbed into the Manor crying. Looking up, Chris could see from her eyes that it was all over. Chris let out a broken cry as he sobbed into Prue's arms.

Two days later…

Prue's P.O.V.

Prue held back her tears as she closed the family photo album she'd found in the attic. It was amazing how a single picture could speak a thousand words and tell the story of whatever had happened. She had stopped crying a while ago, realizing that it was pointless and would not change anything that happened. Right now Chris needed her more than ever, and her responsibility was to take care of both him and the funeral. There was no time to cry over something that will never return. Sometimes she felt as if she was the older sister instead of the youngest. She always needed to be there for Chris whenever something happened, not the other way around. Sighing, she turned back to the funeral arrangement papers and started planning everything out. She needed this to be a funeral worthy of the Charmed Ones and their family.

Hearing a faint knock on the door, Prue turned to face the newcomer.

"Hey, Prue. How're you feeling?" Billie asked.

Prue shrugged. "Just the usual."

Billie Jenkins and her husband William had moved into the Halliwell Manor after the incident. Even before that, Billie had cared for them like her own. Prue liked to think of her as her godmother, and William her godfather. Prue did the necessary arrangements for the funeral and turned in for the night. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The next day…

It took all the self-restraint in Prue to keep her tears from pouring out as the farewell speech was given.

"This funeral is with the intention of bidding our loved ones a final farewell. With over ten deaths in a tragic car accident, we hold this funeral in the memory of wife, sister and mother Piper Halliwell, her husband Leonardo Wyatt, and their son Wyatt Matthew Halliwell." Announced William as the three corpses were buried in a group beside Aunt Prue's grave.

"Further down the list, we bid farewell to sister, wife and mother Phoebe Halliwell, her husband Coop Valentino and their daughters Penelope, Persephone and Patricia." As their names were recited, the five family members were buried in a separate group on the other side of Prue's grave.

"Lastly, we send our regards to the youngest sister, wife and mother Paige Matthew-Halliwell, her husband Henry Mitchell, their son Henry Jr. and twin daughters Paris and Pandora." Finished William as the bodies were buried in front of Prue's grave. William continued to give a speech on the good deeds done by each member and why it was sad for them to have to part. Prue sighed. She hoped this would turn out well. She'd planned every detail carefully, making sure that that was what her family would want if they were given a choice to prepare their funeral. Piper and Phoebe were the closest to Prue, and were therefore buried on each side of her. Paige was put in front to remind everyone that although she came into the family quite late, she was still a part of it and a sister to Prue, Piper and Phoebe and will never be forgotten. As the crowd slowly departed after the ceremony, Prue stayed behind with Chris to bid their family a final farewell.

"Blessed be." They both whispered as their family symbol, the triquetra flashed blue a final time before fading away and leaving behind two broken Halliwells.

Sometime later…

Chris's P.O.V.

Chris knew that nothing would ever be the same. Give him a break, he'd just lost his family in a hit and his sister was so quiet that sometimes he could forget that there was another Halliwell in the manor.

Sometimes he still believed that this was all a dream, that he would wake up to his mother's calls of 'Peanut' and Wyatt conjuring a glass of cold water and pouring it on him in an attempt to wake him up, and then sitting at the large table that had 20 seats, 3 of which were empty, waiting for the arrival of Billie's children for breakfast.

Speaking of Billie...

She was great. She always tried to be there for them, treating them like how a mother would their own children. William, Billie's husband, treated them like he was their father. They even tried to break Prue's hard demeanour.

Prudence was a totally different case. She was a lifeless person, she went to both school and magic school like she used to, did her homework, ate and slept. She never showed any emotion and avoided everything that reminded her of her lost family. Whenever he cried she would be there, hugging him and telling him everything would be alright. Then, she would avoid eye contact with him when he asked her if she was okay. Prue's occasional nightmare attacks became more and more frequent to the point that she was too afraid to sleep by herself anymore, and that was when Chris stepped in and shared his bed with her, like Wyatt would with all of them every night, well, every night until now.

Prue's P.O.V.

Prue sighed loudly as she felt her brother crying, again. Can't he understand that no matter how much he cried they wouldn't be coming back? She orbed to him and took him in her arms. 'Stop crying Christopher.' She told him through their bond.

That was when both of them felt it... Someone was trying to summon them and being too weak to resist, they disappeared in a flurry of blue orbs.