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Author's Note: Again this doesnt follow a specific plot. But please read and review. Do not read if it's not your thing. You have been warned.
Duel of the fates: Chapter 2
"Morning Prue." Piper said as Prue walked into the kitchen to pour herself her typical cup of coffee.
"Morning." Prue muttered sitting down at the table and opening the paper.
"Did you sleep well?" Piper asked determined to have a substantial conversation with her older sister.
"Not really." Prue replied evasively, she still didn't look up at Piper.
Piper looked curiously at her older sister and wondered if Prue had been having strange dreams as well. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary, they had fought and killed Demons, summoned long dead ancestors, and gone back and forth through time. Odd occurrences were nothing new to the Halliwell sisters. But this was the fourth day that Prue had answered that question the same way.
"Wanna talk about it?" Piper asked hopefully.
"No." Prue replied shortly.
A short silence passed between them. Prue finished her coffee and looked up at Piper. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that Piper needed to talk about something.
"Did you sleep well?" Prue asked breaking the silence.
"Not really." Piper said shrugging.
"Wanna talk about it?" Prue asked.
"No." Piper replied shaking her head.
"Okay then that makes us even. I have to go, or I am going to be late." Prue said getting up.
"Right, see you later." Piper said.
"Sure thing." Prue said placing a chaste kiss on Piper's cheek before leaving the kitchen.
She grabbed her purse and walked out the door mentally kicking herself for doing that. I t wasn't usually an issue, all three of them were affectionate with one another, but in light of the week's dreams, she knew that Piper could sense something was off today. She shook her head, got in her car and drove to Buckland's.
Piper stood rooted to the spot where Prue had left her. She couldn't believe that Prue had just kissed her, it wasn't an issue most of the time, but lately she felt an unnaturally strong desire to throw Prue against the kitchen counter and fuck her senseless. That kiss had just intensified all of that and it made her slightly sick.
"Morning Piper." Phoebe said walking into the kitchen.
Piper said nothing but continued to stare at the doorway where Prue had just left through.
"Hello! Earth to Piper!" Phoebe said snapping her fingers in front of Piper's shocked face.
"Oh, uh morning Phoebe." Piper said coming out of her reverie.
"You okay? You look a little sick." Phoebe asked pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Um…yeah I am okay…I just have a head ache." Piper replied.
"Take something and lay back down. I am sure that the restaurant can handle itself for a little while." Phoebe said.
"I can't…I have to be there, a shipment is coming in…I need to be there." Piper said.
"Fine, suit yourself." Phoebe said shrugging, opening a magazine.
Piper left the kitchen and walked back up to her bedroom closing the door behind her. She dressed quickly and left the house a few minutes later.