I spent the entire drive to the store, buying things in the store, and driving home back from the store telling Prue of all that had happened in the years after her death. "As I've said, you've missed a lot," is what I concluded with.
"What a difference a decade makes," Prue stated. "It's going to take a lot of getting used to having a half-sister, two more brothers-in-law, and a million neices and nephews,"
"Hey! We don't have that many children! There's a total of nine if you count the one on the way, well, ten counting your future child. Guess my math was wrong earlier," I realized I was off by two in my earlier wonderment of why there would need to be 'eight' children in the next 'Charmed' generation. Most of which were half-whitelighter. Guess a lot of demons were going to be coming after them once they learn to control their powers. Damn. So much for being demon-free.
"Alright, whatever," Prue replied. "Oh no!"
"What is it?"
"Everyone thinks I'm dead. . .everyone! How am I going to get a job or anything if I use the name 'Prue Halliwell' on the application or. . .or. . .be in public? I'm not sure I'll be able to conceive this child I'm meant to," Prue explained. Yeah, that was a pretty big problem. Huge actually. But I have a solution for that.
"Glamour is the answer. Remember when I told you about the 'ultimate battle' Phoebe, Paige, and I faced? Well, everyone thought we were dead, too, and we used glamouring before...." I just remembered something that might just mean that Prue wouldn't have to use the glamour spell anyway. "Before Darryl stood up for us saying we were undercover for the FBI. That could work too, though Darryl would be completely shocked,"
"Oh, okay," Prue replied, apparantly at ease with both scenarios. She laughed. God, I missed that laugh. "I can picture the converstion with Darryl now. You'd say something like, 'Hey, guess what? Prue's back and she needs your help,' then he'd say, 'Piper, are you telling me that your sister who's been dead for the past ten years is alive and making it out to be as if she just returned home from a business trip?' Then you'd say something like, 'Pretty much, now can you help us or not?'" I laughed. That was pretty much how it would go.
"You're absolutely right, Prue," I told her. "But can we focus on getting the family used to having you around before informing Darryl, please?" I requested. We had no reason to shock everyone at once.
We had been stalling in the parking lot, and now we had to get inside and explain everything, no use putting it off any longer.
"Ready to scare the living hell out of everyone?" Prue asked. It reminded me of something I would say.
"Let's do it," I answered, gathering the bags in my hands before we got out of the car. My arms were full so Prue opened the doors for me. I saw Phoebe walking down the hall and called, "Hey, a little help here!" Phoebe turned when she heard my voice. A smile lit up her face.
"I'll be right there, Mommy-To-Be-Again!" she called. She put the walkman she'd apparantly been listening to down on a nearby table and came to help me with the bags. After grabbing some she started off to the kitchen. I walked more into the house allowing Prue to enter. "Hey, Phoebe!" I called.
Phoebe turned around and her jaw dropped.
"Hiya, sis. Miss me?" was Prue's greeting. Oh boy, I thought. That was going to be a long day.