The mistake

Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters of charmed (do we really have to write this trash?) If I owned them I would have kept Shannen Doherty and I would have kicked phoebe out, no offense Phoebe fans, shay is a much better actress.

N/A; English is my second language but any other section of charmed sucks, so I am writing in English. Sorry for the possible spelling-grammar errors, I am trying my best. Enjoy.

I try to speak but not a single word comes out. I swear I try but it just seems like my mouth is too dry, my brain to shocked and my lungs too full of whatever they are full. It is hard to breathe, it is harder to feel and ignore the pain, the rain, and again, it is hard to ignore the empty space deep inside my soul. I am bleeding, I know, but how come? What happened to me? Why am I not with my sisters? Where is Piper? Why...Where did phoebe go? Damn Phoebe...no, I love phoebe...don't I? Why...why do I feel...why don't I feel?

All those thoughts, questions were bombing Prue Halliwell's heart. She always thought...She never thought, maybe that was the problem though, she never thought she could be gone. Gone meant she wasn't going to go back. She would never see her sisters again, nor...anybody. She wouldn't feel anyone close to her skin again, she wouldn't feel the finest things on earth, like the sun, the wind, human heat. She wouldn't worry, nor get excited, nor nothing, because she was gone. GONE.

A single tear came out of her eye, followed by a cascade of them. Prue Halliwell never cried, but that time, she was crying. How funny, how original. She was crying where nobody cries. When nobody cries. Nobody cries in his or her own funeral. However, not anyone fights evil, right. Not anyone is a Halliwell, a charmed one. Not anyone is Prue Halliwell. So, why on earth? Why did death choose to take Prue away when it could have taken anyone else away? It was not fair, it was pain. Pain is never fair.

She looked around; everything was white, and empty. She never pictured death like that. In fact, she never pictured death at all. Because she never thought, she could die. She turned around not one but a hundred times, trying to find someone, to rise her voice, to be heard but she was alone. She cried again. Somehow she was scared. Somehow the small Prue Halliwell inside her, not the warrior, not the witch, not the adult but the little girl who lost her mother being no more than...a child. The child. She tried to speak again but, again, not a single word came out. She realized that she couldn't speak because, no one was there to listen to her. Where was she? Hell? No, too peaceful. Heaven? Too empty.

She curled on her arms and wrapped herself in the eternal light. Trying not to thing about the fact that she was dead. Boy, if she could turn back time, she would have said. She would have said everything she didn't say. She would have said that she was sorry for not being there when she was needed. She would have said 'I love you' more. She would have enjoyed herself more and work less. She would have had more sex. She would have had spent more time with Andy, maybe she would have given Jack a chance. Maybe even Bane. There was actually one thing she would have never given up; being a witch. Because only when she was a witch she felt alive. Only when she became a witch she started to live, fixed her relationship with Phoebe...Oh God, Phoebe. What the hell? Where was her little sis? Maybe she got trapped by the source. Maybe Cole didn't let her go. That would be it. Cole, because it was always Cole's fault.

"Prue," an oddly familiar voice called her from the nothing. "Prue, can you hear me?"

Prue nodded. Confused. The silvery voice sounded so familiar, so peaceful. It sounded like a rhythm of life. Somehow, she felt secure. Although she couldn't see the man speaking, she knew he wasn't evil. He was just, someone in the light.

"You really shouldn't be here Prue" the man said again. Because it was a man, she knew that. It was one of those peaceful manly voices, able to calm even the most dangerous of the beasts. "You are lucky though"

"How the hell can I be lucky if I just died?" Prue snapped. Suddenly she felt so angry. It never felt that good. She felt something. Maybe she wasn't dead, but if she wasn't. What was going on? "I am dead right?"

"Yes Prudence you are. However, you didn't just died. You have been dead for quite a while," the man said in a jocose voice. That made Prue even angrier.

"How long is a while?" She asked.

"Long enough to go back. Would you like that Prue? Go back to life? Feel again? Just like you are feeling right now. Let it go Prue, let your secretes run wild through your tongue, let them come to me as if they were my own"

Prue started to freak out. She was scared, scared of the man. Scared of the man she could not see. Scared of the nothing. Although she did want to live again. See her sisters.

"How long is long enough?" Prue asked again.

"Almost 5 years"

"WHAT!" Prue yelled again. "I…I haven't feel nothing! What has happened? What is going on? Who are you? What do you want from me?" Prue had millions of questions.

All of the sudden, a man came from behind her back. He was just gorgeous. His skin was as pale as hers was. He had beautiful green eyes, almost electric. His hair was long, almost down his shoulder and somewhat curly. He was taller than her and, he looked really familiar. He made her feel calmed and rested. He made her feel peaceful and happy. He was the perfect stranger.

"My name is Ethan"

"Ethan what?"

"Just Ethan, for now" He smiled. He had the most gorgeous smile. "You died Prue. Long before you were supposed to," he explained. Prue felt her legs shaking badly, her throat was dry and her heart was beating faster than she could follow. He touched her face and dried her tears out. "I'm sorry you died but see you can't be…dead"

"I have already been dead for five years"

"That is a fact I like to ignore," The man smiled. He wasn't more than 19 years old, maybe in his early 20s. "I need you alive Prue"

"Why?"

"Not now" he smiled again. "I just need you to be alive"

"what about my sisters? Did they send you?" Prue argued. "how did you get to me?"

"Dead people is not hard to find. They just go to two places, either heaven or hell. You weren't going to go to hell…" He laughed, "But it took me a few years to sneak you out"

"I haven't…gone anywhere" Prue said.

"You don't remember going anywhere. Nobody remembers heaven Prue. If someone did, the surprise would be ruined!" He joked but it wasn't funny.

"What do you mean? Has someone come back to live…before?"

"Many people, more than you think. Not after this much time though, but you are, unique" He explained "And no, your sisters don't know about this. It is just me, you and me"

"Why?"

"Because you…are too important," he answered looking at her blue greened eyes. "You can't be alive, but dead either, you are unique."

"I don't understand"

"You will. Just follow"

Prue felt her stomach funny, just like if someone was pulling her out. Her feet flew up from the ground and everything started spinning and spinning. The only thing she could heard after that was that voice once again, saying simple but powerful words "If you success, you won't have to die…this was just, a mistake"

The next thing she felt was a huge mystery. Something inside was changing and she could see her life passing in front of her eyes, how she became the popular girl, the cheerleader in high school. Andy, the Prom, Grad Night, her jobs, Buckland, geeky piper, rebel phoebe, Phoebe going to New York, phoebe coming back...They becoming the charmed ones, her own death, boy that hurt her badly, it was hard enough to die, she didn't need to see it again. She saw her sisters crying. Phoebe never cried, but she knew she would have, it was just Phoebe. Phoebe was good and strong, phoebe should have been the perfect sister, but she wasn't because of the anger. Phoebe got in so much trouble...she always did. And piper, she had a hard time, all because her mother's death. If...she could...just change that. It was...right after that when she saw something else. Her mother.

Patty Halliwell was running down a cracked alley with a little baby in her arms. The baby was asleep, probably she wouldn't be more than some days old. She was beautiful. Then, somehow she understood that there was another sister, another Halliwell. That was the mistake, the fourth Halliwell was gone. Maybe, their future was a lie, maybe their lives wasn't completed after all. Oh her gods, that was it. And the man by her. He had blond hair and pale skin, he looked like an angel. He had huge blue eyes and a sad look in his face. Patty too. Prue had never seen her mom that sad. She wished se could go there and just hug her, tell her that everything was going to be alright somehow. But Prue Halliwell couldn't move a muscle, just like before. She understood that she was there to watch, watch the mistake that killed her somehow. She knew what was going to happen, she knew those clothes her mom was wearing. The same clothes she wore when she was killed. Prue cried, that was the other mistake.

"Sam, I don't want to do this"

"neither do I, but our baby...she could get killed, the elders..."

"I know but...she is a Halliwell, a charmed one"

"The fourth, there can't be four charmed ones! It is not right!" Sam argued. It was hurting him so much to give up his baby girl, so much, so deeply. It was raining so hard, the same rain Prue heard before, then, just lights, red lights.

A much different Ethan appeared in between Patty and Sam. They looked confused but relieved at the same time.

"Patty, this is a mistake," Ethan said under the water. "Please don't"

"I've got to!"

"No, if you do it..." Ethan started, it seemed like he didn't know where to start. "If you do it you will place your four beautiful daughters in a lifetime full of pain, anger and fear. You will...send them to die"

"You bastard!" Sam yelled out of control. He didn't know who the guy was, although he knew what he meant. "I always knew you were somewhere, fixing...you are...evil! Don't listen to him honey..." he turned to Patty.

"I am not!" Ethan argued. "I am impartial"

"Impartial?" Prue thought. Why would be an impartial helping me? Helping good?"

"Why would be an impartial helping good?" Patty asked as if she had read her daughters thoughts.

"Because, it helps me" he simply said. "You know, she is watching"

"Who?" Sam and Patty asked.

"Prudence"

"Prudence is at home" Patty argued, but she looked around for her eldest daughter

"I am here mom" Prue whispered knowing she could not be heard.

Patty shook her head, confused. She felt her daughter, but how? "Sam, he is telling the truth. Who are you?" She asked Ethan, obviously not trusting him. Ethan smiled, he was charming Prue had to admit, he was beyond cute, he was just especial in some cosmically way she would never understand, would she? His inscrutable eyes were filled with love then, Prue thought he looked at her, but how could he possible see her? Her mom looked too, and smiled. Sam looked but he couldn't see anything. Patty looked at Ethan who, looked away. They both smiled.

"I am someone from Otherwhere" Ethan simply said. "I am just trying to save the charmed one from themselves. Bring to the past some light and to the future some sense. Make a bridge between me and the rest of the people.." Ethan started to say, it sounded funny, again like a rhythm from some weird spell that neither Patty, nor Prue had ever heard. "...telling you a thousand of stories from a simple line, not witchcraft but a spell in itself..."

Patty opened her mouth slightly, full of surprise. "Oh my God...who...what..." Patty didn't understand. All the guilt she felt went away, she felt as peaceful as Prue had felt just a few minutes ago, minutes that seemed like ages. Prue's mother smiled and rocked her baby who had started to cry..."I'll get killed, won't I?" Ethan nodded.

"No!" Sam yelled." I would never let it happen!"

"You were just doing it Sam. Go away," Ethan said without looking at him.

"When do I die?" Patty asked a little scared. Prue admired her mothers strength more than ever before.

"It depends, if you leave the baby, tomorrow, if you don't...if you keep it and stay at home with her instead of picking up the girls..."

"THAT IS INFORMATION FROM THE FUTURE, YOU CANNOT DO THAT!" Sam yelled desperate. It was too much, to know that he was responsible from Patty's death...Patty's future death...