Chapter 1- Secret

Andy Trudeu was adjusting his tie. He grinned in the mirror. Today is the best day of my life. He thought, and excitement rushed through his veins. Suddenly he heard a smirk behind him.

"You look nice- very unexpected."

Before he could turn around, her reflection joined his in the mirror. Prudence Halliwell, soon to be Prue Trudeu, looked absolutely stunning in her white puffy dress and pearl necklace.

"What are you doing here, silly?" Andy tried to talk tough but he was memorized by how beautiful she looked and how happy he was to see her after such a long, nervous day.

"Its bad luck to see the bride before. And the wedding starts in twenty minutes!" He basically knew the time down to the seconds- that's how much he had glanced at his watch the past hour.

Turning around and giving her a grin, he glanced at her, deliberately causal.

"Oh and you look nice too, honey." He smirked.

Understatement of the year. She slapped him playfully and pulled him into a warm hug. His heart skipped a beat as he breathed into her hair, realizing that this could be their last hug unmarried. She let go and started to tickle him, knowing exactly where the best targets were.

"Prue!" He ducked as she assaulted his ears.

She finally let go of him and he looked into her brilliant electric blue eyes.

"OK I lied. I've never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do, today. I have to keep looking, because I can't believe it." His voice was filled with awe.

Andy expected her to smile, secretly blush and bring her sweet lips to his but she didn't. Her face had suddenly lost all fun and was replaced with a look of utter seriousness. "Andy, the reason I'm here is I've got to tell you something."

Andy shook his head.

"Can't this wait until after?"

"No."

He began to feel uneasy as if his breakfast would come up.

"I want to tell you this before we get married. Its extremely important, Andy and I want you to know before you decide whether to marry me."

Andy gasped.

"That's ridiculous. Nothing you could say or do, can make me change my mind, you know that." He tried to smile.

"Maybe." Prue didn't look so confident. "I'm sorry I kept this from you for so long."

She placed a warm hand on his chest.

"You should sit down."

Shaking, Andy obeyed, sitting down on the armchair that his father had sat on only minutes before. Already, obscure ideas were creeping in his imaginative mind. Was she already married? Did she cheat with his best friend, Leo Wyatt? Was she a criminal? Had he turned her homosexual?

Prue looked him deep in the eye,

"This may be a little unbelievable at first." She took a deep breath. "There's no easy way to say this. I'm a witch."

Andy laughed for a long time.

"And you got me thinking you were screwing Leo... C'mon, Prue. This is not the time, or the place."

Prue was suddenly urgent.

"This is not a joke, Andy. It's the truth, I swear."

Andy looked at her, confused. He was tempted to ask her who she was and what she had done to the real Prue or how he had dated her for six years and not know she was crazy. Or maybe she was trying to fool him, taking advantage of his vulnerability on their big day. He agreed that did sound like Prue. The teapot nudged him, leaving a cool imprint on the skin on his arm. He absentmindedly pushed it away, maintaining his focus on his future wife.

"Prue you better go, the girls will be running around like headless chickens without you." He gave her hand a squeeze. "You can tell me about witches later."

"Andy..." Her gaze was fixed on his left arm.

Oh, that annoying teapot... He stopped thinking and stared. The teapot was moving by itself. Eyes widening in astonishment, he waved his hands in the air like a madman, as if to break any invisible strings.

"It's my powers." Prue looked completely focused, her eyes squinted furiously.

"Your..." Andy struggled to speak.

The room was silent for several long seconds.

"...doing that?"

"Yes. It's called telekinesis. I can also astral-project"

Suddenly his tie moved upwards, grazing his chin. Instinctively, he moved the chair slightly away from her, completely freaked out. He couldn't believe it! He couldn't believe it!

"What happened to you?" He asked, coldly.

"I was born a witch. I'm a protector of the innocent which means I've been fighting evil, such as demons and warlocks for years. I couldn't tell you as witches are meant to keep their identities secret, fearing exposure. But for you, I broke all the rules."

Andy couldn't process it all. Prue saw his emotionally devoid look and pain filled her heart. Could he ever understand her?

The door opened, interrupting them. The teapot discreetly made its way back to the table. There stood Andy's pretty but large mother. Her shadow filled the entire room.

"Mum, don't you ever knock?" Andy went back into 'normal' mode, pretending he hadn't just witnessed Prue's revelation.

Mary Trudeu looked at Prue, shocked. "Darling! What on Earth are you doing? Quick! You have to be down the aisle in five minutes!"

Prue got up and Mary noticed her pained expression.

"Not getting cold feet are we?" She asked, half-joking.

She never had seen a stronger relationship than Prue's and her son's. The complete great love they shared sometimes brought a lone tear to her eyes.

"No." Andy answered for her. "Of course not."

He gave her a meaningful look that triggered hope in her soul as she stepped out of the room.