A/N: Woah! Its been a bit! I'm going back to school soon, and my wrist is feeling much better, so let's write Chapter Seven! Thanks for all the concern on my wrist, I actually burnt it pretty bad accidentally knocking a hot glue gun down on myself, because I'm a klutz. My wrist is so much better, thanks for the good wishes. Also this is a bit of a long chapter!
Please R & R, don't be afraid, I don't bite! Also, for all you Prue/Andy fans, the next chapter is gonna be a blast. And any hardcore Darryl people? Chapter 8 is gonna be fun.
Chapter Seven: Realizations
I laid down in bed. Prue being with Bane had really hurt. More than I thought it would. I knew I wouldn't feel good about the fact that she had moved on. I thought that her moving on would be good, but it just broke my heart even more than when she didn't.
She had happiness in her eyes, something I couldn't look in the mirror and see in my own. I wanted to go back and see, if maybe she hasn't really moved on, but I knew I shouldn't do that. I wasn't ever going to move on either.
I wasn't sure if I ever would. It was different. When I found out that Susan had found someone, I was relieved, hopeful that if she could get through the divorce, then I could as well.
Seeing Prue kiss Bane the way she used to kiss me was hard enough. I was dead. And you couldn't exactly kiss a corpse. And I would give anything to trade places with Bane, to kiss Prue one more time, even just for a moment, even if it meant I would go to hell and back again for it.
I struggled holding back tears. And then, I heard a knock on my door. I really hoped that I wasn't Grace. I wasn't sure I could face her right now.
I opened the door and it was a guy. He was a little bit shorter than me. "Um, this is stupid. I should go." The guy was about to leave, but I had a feeling that I shouldn't let him.
"No! Uh. You can come in." I said quickly. The guy turned around and walked in. "What do you need?" I beckoned him to sit down.
"I...I just need somebody to talk to." He looked forlorn, sad. A lot like myself. Taco sat on my lap asleep. I couldn't really move, so I really didn't have a choice but to listen.
"I'm your other neighbor. Lucas? I heard Grace talking about your situation and...I don't really know anybody else besides you with the same one as me." Lucas looked hopeful. It was a hope I couldn't crush.
"Alright, well...what exactly is your situation, Lucas?"
"I was a firefighter. I saved a girl way back when I was starting out and we ended up dating. I was going to propose...and then I helped figure out this arsonist, but he got out on a technical thing. He set fire to my house. I got my girlfriend out...but I didn't make it. I found out she started seeing another guy...Its been almost two years...But..."
"It hurts?" I sympathized with the guy.
He looked so hurt. I could understand why he came. "I was a cop. I saved the woman I loved from a bad guy...he ended up killing me..." I swallowed down the rest of the story.
"We should talk some more. Another time." Lucas said. I nodded. I felt the raw emotion. He nodded, and left before I could see the tears.
As the door clicked I turned around to see an elder.
"What? Why are you here?" I asked startled. It was the same elder who had given me Taco. "Andy, we need you for a higher calling. But for that calling, we need you to be happy. And you are not. So, we are giving you 24 hours with Prue."
"What? How?" I could believe what was coming out of the elder's mouth. So much I almost forgot about the higher calling part. "Is her memory going to be wiped? Is mine?" I had so many questions.
"Get some rest Andy. You'll need it."
I suddenly felt tired. My eyes started to close.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Phoebe, happy birthday to you!"
Phoebe had some trouble, but she blew out the candles.
Phoebe Halliwell was 4 years old, and a proud 4 years at that. Andy hadn't really known what to get Phoebe for her birthday. Andy had always felt very protective of Phoebe, like she was his very own little sister.
Andy had saved up some money and he didn't really know what to get. So he ended up getting some frosted poptarts. He didn't really think it would be a good present, but Phoebe had loved it, and eaten two of them immediately.
Piper had a rant about how disgusting they were and how fresh baked pastries were so much better.
Andy had felt so proud when Phoebe screamed happily and ran around with a box of poptarts all day.
"So I did good?" Andy grinned hugging Phoebe.
"Yeah!" She grinned, still on a sugar high running circles around everyone at the party.
I woke up exhausted and hungry on Prue and I's bench. Our meetup. My clothes were torn and I felt awful. But there I was on Earth. My 24 hours had begun.
