Okay so here's the 3rd chapter of this story, hope you guys like where I've gone with it so far. Little longer then the last couple so enjoy that my little lovelies.

There wasn't much else to learn. She was basically the same person, but in a way she wasn't. She was an orphan child, grown up with Andy in the care-home and fallen in love. They had moved out at 18 to their very own apartment and started college. She studied Photography, and him, journalism, which was the reason for his occasional absences. They earned medium sized bucks and had been saving for years to get their own house. They were incredibly successful in their jobs and had gotten to the point where they didn't have to work too often now. They moved to the quietest part of San Francisco to relax from the life that used to be so tiring, so they could make a proper home for themselves. They married at 21 as soon as they were out of college, a small registry office affair with only people pulled off of the street as witnesses. She still remembered her old self, but now she knew she was a new person with fewer responsibilities.

When she focused on her surroundings again she discovered she was no longer surrounded by Elders, but the spirits of her dead relatives. Andy was still there, his arms still wrapped around her. Her relatives were looking at her warily and she stared back, unable to speak.

"The Charm packs quite a punch, huh?" Andy said. That sentence broke the proverbial ice and Patricia Halliwell rushed at her eldest daughter and enveloped her in a hug.

"Mom." Prue said trembling.

"Shh baby, it's okay. You're okay now." Patty soothed. Penelope Halliwell stepped up and wrapped her arms around both her daughter, and eldest grand-daughter.

"We know it's hard to leave your family but it's okay. They'll be okay. So will you." Penny said.

"How will they be okay? They've never been without me before." Prue sobbed. "I'm going to be out there living and they think I'm dead. When bad things happen I'm not going to be there." An old woman resembling Prue stepped forward and the witches stepped away from the newly dead witch. She lifted a wrinkled finger and pointed at Prue.

"Prudence Halliwell, stop this drama right now! Bad things happen for good reasons and this instant is no different. You have sacrificed your entire life for your sisters and have been given a chance for your own life. If all you do is cry about it than your death was in vain and you may as well have just spent the rest of eternity here with us. Rejoice in your second chance with young Andrew here and in the case of your sisters; whatever will be, will be." Prue didn't have the heart to disagree with the old woman, nor did she have the guts. She wiped her face and half smiled at her. The woman held her hand out to shake Prue's hand, Prue mirrored the action.

"Phoebe Bowen." The old witch introduced herself as. Prue frowned. "Yes dear I saw that expression. I am in fact your past life. We have the same soul, just different spirits. That's how were talking right now. When we die, our souls get reincarnated, not our spirits."

"Strange." Prue murmured. After she had calmed down considerably all of her ancestors came up to her and hugged her, obviously delirious to be in the presence of the eldest Charmed One, and by their calculations the strongest. They each offered their condolences and it reminded Prue of her Grams funeral where everyone did the same, although they were alive then. The last to offer her condolences was Melinda Warren and her mother Charlotte and it occurred to Prue that they may have been coming up to her in the order of how closely related to her they were.

"Prudence, I'm so sorry for this. It's not what was supposed to happen at all." Melinda exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"When I got the Premonition off of Phoebe, this was not what I saw."

"I guess 'They' didn't want you to find out and tell anyone, it would interfere with destiny." Andy piped up.

"Damn them." Prue muttered. Soon the space where everyone had stood emptied until it was just Prue, Andy, Patty, and Penny stood there.

"Well let's take you to your room." Penny said.

"My room?" Prue echoed.

"Yes, we have a replica of the manor up here where we live, your room is the same, it helps with the adjustment period." Patty told her. There was a flash and they appeared in the foyer of the replica manor.

"Well you know where your room is." Penny said. Prue started up the stairs but Patty's voice stopped her.

"Prue, we really are sorry things had to happen like this." Prue shook her head.

"I just wish you'd told me about this other sister." Then she carried on upstairs where Andy followed her.

She waited for Andy to enter her room then closed the door.

"Is this for real?" she asked, sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, it's rather strange, but it's real."

"I never thought I'd see you again."

"I know it's wrong, but I'm glad you're here Prue." Andy said sitting down next to her. They lay down across the bed, her head on his chest and one leg stretched over his waist. She inhaled his scent shakily and moved closer.

"You can cry if you want." He told her.

"Crying won't help anything." She stated.

"Prue are you okay with this?"

"With what?"

"This whole new mortal life with me." He said.

"I've dreamed of it enough, I just never thought my sisters wouldn't be a part of it. But I'd love to be your wife and have that chance we missed out on. In fact despite everything, I'm sort of excited. In a few hours we're getting married. What do you feel about everything?"

"I'm excited too, I'm about to marry the woman of my dreams. I know it'll be tough for you but I will do everything in my power to make you happy, even break a few rules." He told her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Look on the dresser." She stood up and walked over to her dresser. On it there was a beautiful silver hand mirror, encrusted with gems.

"It's beautiful Andy, but not to sound rude, it's just a mirror." He smiled.

"Look into it." She turned it over. The first thing she saw was her reflection, then it shimmered and a scene appeared like on a television. It was her sisters, in the manor. They were crying.

"It's a looking glass. You can keep an eye on your sisters whenever you like now."

"Ohh Andy..." she trailed off, speechless. He stood up and pulled her into his warm, comforting embrace. "Thank you." She whispered.