A/N - this song is "just a little girl" by amy studt. i don't own it, but it's an awesome song.
sometimes i feel,
you're not listening,
sometimes i feel,
you don't understand.
but i think i've,
got the answer,
already know what,
you're going to say,
'cause i'm just a little girl you see,
but there's a hell of a lot more to me,
don't ever underestimate what i can do,
don't ever tell how me i'm meant to be.
you say i'm just a little girl,
just a little girl
how can i compare?
what do i know?
what have i got to share?
but there's nothing in this world,
nothing in this world,
that can hold me down.
can't you hear me?
don't you understand?
that i want to be myself,
want to be the girl,
i want to be the one,
that you can rely on.
how i wish that you could see all there is of me,
how i long to hear,
that you take me for who i am.
'cause i'm just a little girl you see,
but there's a hell of a lot more to me,
don't ever underestimate what i can do,
don't ever tell how me i'm meant to be.
'cause i'm just a little girl you see,
but there's a hell of a lot more to me,
don't ever underestimate what i can do,
don't ever tell how me i'm meant to be.
sometimes i feel you're not listening,
sometimes i feel you don't understand.
'cause i'm just a little girl you see,
but there's a hell of a lot more to me,
don't ever underestimate what i can do,
don't ever tell how me i'm meant to be.
'cause i'm just a little girl you see,
but there's a hell of a lot more to me,
don't ever underestimate what i can do,
don't ever tell how me i'm meant to be.
Prue drove around the city for an hour, trying to get her thoughts straight. She knew she had to go back, she had to be the mature responsible one, and she had to figure out a way to live for her sisters first and have her life second. Maybe it was a Scorpio thing. She kidded herself, but couldn't bring herself to laugh about it. Sitting at a red light she looked over and saw that the next building was the large, concrete, warehouse shaped building that Phoebe's gym was in. Making up her mind that Piper could deal with Phoebe for awhile longer she got up her courage and parked the car on the steep slippery slope. She set the emergency brake with such force, her body jerked back in the seat and she had to take a minute to fix her hair. Trying to calm her nerves, she picked up her purse and walked into the gym. There were little bodies flying every which way and it was almost dizzying to Prue as she didn't really know what she was looking at. As soon as she spotted Gary, she walked over, fists clenched and by her sides.
"We need to talk." She spat out rudely.
"Hello Prue, can it wait? I'm right in the middle of a private lesson." Gary asked with a condescending smile on his face. Prue seemed to be the most inactive, yet overly concerned "parent" he had at the gym.
"No, I don't think so." She said, raising her voice, "Unless you'd like me to get into it right here, in front of all these kids and coaches? I'd be happy to discuss my concerns with the fact that my baby sister is…"
"Fine Prue, we can talk," he said. Instructing one of the assistant coaches to work with the girl until he got back. He showed Prue into his office. It was covered in trophies and awards, as well as pictures with gymnasts, of both national and international fame. "Look, Phoebe had a bad fall, and if that's what you're here to talk to me about…"
"Phoebe had a bad fall? Gee, you think?" Prue was furious. "I don't give a shit about what happened after she fell. I want to know WHY she fell in the first place. I have never seen my sister miss on beam."
"You've never seen your sister miss on beam because you've never shown up and watched a training session. You hardly show up to her meets." Gary was in command of the conversation. This wasn't at all how Prue had planned it. "Half the time she's on the Podium with tears in her eyes because her big sister didn't show up when she should be thrilled with a gold medal."
"And what about the other half of the time?" Prue demanded.
"The other half of the time she doesn't win, and she cries in the locker room. She cries on my shoulder, because she doesn't have her big sister there to talk to or support her when she doesn't do well." Gary said, glaring at her.
"You disgust me. I swear if my sister didn't love gymnastics so much…" she began.
"Don't finish that sentence Prue. You wouldn't want your sister to be asked to leave the gym because you threatened her coach, would you?" he asked. He was right, and she knew it. Getting asked to leave would break Phoebe's heart, and Prue seemed to be doing enough of that without anyone else's help.
"Don't think this is over." She said coldly as she grabbed her purse and stormed out the door. She sat in the car, breathing hard. The confrontation hadn't gone as she'd wanted it, she knew something was going on there, but she just didn't know what. After catching her breath, she felt almost ready to be the person she was required to be. Starting up the car, she drove towards the hospital, determined not to screw the situation up any more than she already had… wondering if her sisters would ever really understand.
