Hello there! I'm doing some AUs of Charmed, starting with one which goes with if Piper died instead of Prue. The series came close to doing that in All Hell Breaks Loose so I want to explore. However, this will be told in fragments or drabble collection if you prefer it. Please read and review all Charmed fans.
Chapter One:
Phoebe was sitting in the attic, the Book of Shadows and a potion brewer in front of her.
"Here now the words of the witches," Phoebe said, her voice choked up and tears rolling down her cheeks. Regret filled inside her as once more she wished they had never become witches then Piper would still be here. "The secrets we hid in the night. The eldest of gods are invoked here. The great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power, bring back my sister, bring back the Power of Three."
Nothing happened, the candle that was lit flickered but nothing else happened. Phoebe put her hands on her face, more tears falling down her face before flipping the page over.
"Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, come to us we call you near," Phoebe's voice was beginning to choke up again as she put ingredients into the potion brewer. "Come to us and settle here." She cut her finger and spilt the blood into the potion brewer. "Blood to blood, I summon thee, blood to blood, return to me." A faint gust of wind flickers the candle, but not much else. She buries her face in her hands in defeat.
"Phoebe?" A voice called out causing her to look up hopefully.
"Piper?" Phoebe said, hoping against hope it was her sister but it was Prue. Prue came forward, moving besides her baby sister.
"Honey, its four in the morning," Prue said putting a hand on her sister's cheek. "What are you doing?"
Phoebe didn't reply and just stared blankly at the book as if she were hoping for it to perform a miracle for her but it did nothing. Prue noticed Phoebe's index finger was bleeding and grabbed a towel, wiping it with the towel.
"Oh you're bleeding," Prue said worriedly. Phoebe didn't seem to care and that broke Prue's heart. She missed Piper too but she had to be strong for Phoebe, it was what Piper would want for them.
"I don't understand why magic can't fix this," Phoebe said hopelessly as Prue wrapped her wound in a clean cloth. "I mean, we've cheated death before so many times. We've done so much good, don't we deserve to get something back?"
"Phoebe..." Prue began but Phoebe cut her off.
"Don't you see it, Prue?" Phoebe said to her older sister. "This is all my fault. I read the spell that night, I made us witches. If I had never said that spell, Piper would still be with us today." More tears cascaded down her cheeks and Prue pulled her into an embrace, stroking her hair as her little sister broke down completely.
"It's not your fault, sweetie," Prue said gently, trying to sound firm and confident. "We were born witches. It was our destiny. We would've uncovered our powers sooner or later. I'm just..." Tears shone in Prue's eyes as she hugged Phoebe tighter. "I'm just thankful I didn't lose you too." After awhile she pulled away. "Now, come on. Piper will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral."
Phoebe managed a choked laugh at that. "Yeah, right."
Prue sighed, pulling Phoebe into a loving embrace. For a moment, the two sisters remained like that before Prue managed to gently coax her baby sister to come and get some sleep.