A/N: Hey guys, hows it going?
Hope you all had a great Christmas! Sorry about the wait but it's here and I apologise in advance.
12. Wanting Happiness
Stumbling through the darkened halls of the forum, I couldn't help but giggle. My path was slightly spinning but only a few more steps and I'd be 'home'. More commonly known as a room with a bed, bedside cabinet and a dresser.
However it had a bed, the cure for the dizziness.
I feel my knee collide with the wooden door, as I fumbled to open it.
My vain attempts were cut short, when the door swung open and I grinned at the person who stood on the other side.
"Maaarc! Marc-y Marc, Marc, Marc!" I sing.
He does not look happy, let alone want to return my greeting.
"Are you drunk?" he questions heatedly.
"Nooooooo." I scoff and push past him to get inside my room. "I'm not drunk. Now Nikki, she was drunk."
I watch as he closes the door and spins to face me, still no sign of that smile though.
"How much have you had to drink?"
"One or two." I shrug. "Who cares anyway?"
I fall onto the bed, which softens the angry grunt coming from the other side of the room.
"I do, okay…and this, you are being stupid." he gestures towards me.
I sit up and rest on my elbows, while squinting to get a better look at the cute, dark haired boy.
"What are you doing here Marc? I thought we agreed that when we left the Manor, I would have you around but only if you didn't lecture me. I am my own person and I don't need you harping on at me to change my life."
"You know what, the life your choosing, you'll just end up in an early grave." he spits, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the dresser.
The comment, however, cut through me like a knife and I shoot up, with a slight spin of my head.
"Yeah, well, it runs in family, now doesn't it?" I yell. "There's no point in delaying the inevitable."
Marc pinches the bridge of his nose, realising his words were completely inappropriate. Slowly he walks over and sits down on the bed beside me.
"Prue, I'm sorry, okay." he states quietly, taking my hand gently. "Look, I just don't want to see you getting hurt."
I can't help but laugh. "Too late for that, boy wonder."
For the first time I look up at him and smile softly, which was returned, although more reserved.
"Okay, I don't want you to fall so low, you can't get back up." he tries again.
"Well, I can't get much lower."
"Sure you can." he grins, giving my hand a squeeze.
"I'm not the optimist of my family, Marc, Phoebe is." I smile back.
Since leaving the Manor, almost a week and a half ago, Marc had began to gain small amounts of information about my sisters. However it was usually by accident and I generally kicked myself the moment it happens.
"Maybe you should try it one day."
I didn't reply, instead I lent on Marc's shoulder and allowed the silence to fill the void.
Eventually, though, curiosity won out and ever so softly I broke the silence.
"Why are you here, Marc?"
"I had nowhere else to be." he replies soothingly.
"You need to get out more." I joke.
Marc chuckles silently, as I feel his body shake gently.
"Now see, I was going to see if you wanted to go eat…but the room was empty and I over heard the delightful Nikki talking earlier about a party…."
"…and you put 2 and 2 together." I cut in knowingly.
"Yes, and cleverly came up with four, I might add." he smugly continued.
I turn my face to look up at him. "What would have happened if I didn't turn up?"
"Well, I would have given you ten more minutes, after that I would have put my boy wonder costume on and took to the streets." he grins, the cheeky grin, I had come to admire lately, however annoying it could be.
"What would have happened if there was another damsel in distress?" I ask light-heartedly.
"I would have had to call out Batman to cover that one." he laughed.
"Maybe I want Batman to rescue me."
"Well, you can't. Me and him have a deal."
"Oh, really." I ask, raising my eyebrow.
"Yep, we do but as much fun as debating this with you would be, I am going to leave you so you can get some sleep." Marc replied, standing up from his spot and letting go of my hand.
"You don't have to. I like the debate, I think I have a strong case." I mock, while trying to snuffle a yawn.
"Yeah, well, save it for breakfast. I'll be by to get you bright and early, okay?" he retorts, his dark eyes dancing with amusement.
"Fine."
"Good night, Prue." he says softly as he makes his way to the door.
"Night." I yawn.
"Oh, Prue, by the way, do you think you could at least get a cell phone? That way it can make this whole boy wonder gig easier." Marc smiles, stuffing his hands firmly in his pockets, while awaiting my answer.
"I actually have one." I grin back and lean over to the bedside cabinet and pulling a small phone from the top draw. I wave it at him. "See."
"You know that thing works better when you turn it on." he laughs and my only response is to shrug. "Night Prue."
I hear the door close but my attention was still on the switched off phone in my hand. There was a reason it was off. However it was forgotten, as I pressed the small button and watched as the screen lit up.
It took a few minutes more but then it registered the number of missed calls. As I went through the list, it then began to bleep, telling me I had voicemail.
Do I really wanna listen? Why do I wanna hear how good their lives are without me, particularly when mine has crumbled?
My eyes did not leave the small screen.
I had been told they were happy, with new families. Why did they want to hold onto the past?…and in the rare chance they were unhappy, why would social services lie to me? I mean what would they gain from our separation. Why would they lie?
I pressed the small button and brought it slowly to my ear.
"Message -…" I listened to the automated introduction, then the voice flowed, cracked and worried. "Prue, where are you? It's been months. What's happened? Could you at least let me know your not dead."
Tears fell from my eyes at the sound of her voice.
"We need you Prue, so where the hell are you?" there was a long pause and then a heavy sigh. "I..I hope your at least safe. Beep - End of message."
I sat, debating on the right thing to do and before I had thought long and hard, I had the phone pressed against me ear as it rung her back. I could only breath a sigh of relieve as I was told to leave a message.
"Hey, it's me." I pause for a while. "I..uh, I'm sorry Piper. I am so so sorry, I, uh…God, what have I done? As you can tell, I'm not dead." I try to joke uncomfortably and I sigh dejectedly down the phone. "Piper, you'd probably be better of if I was. I want you to know, that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened, what continues to happen and what could happen…but I'm sorry you couldn't have had someone more dependable. Someone who's not so screwed up."
I pause again wondering if I should tell her.
"Piper, I've bound our powers. I went back to the Manor, argued with Mum and Grams and I had to. I want you guys to have the normal lives and demons can't find us now. You can have the normal things now, without worrying about what Grams and Mum had told us."
"I want those things for you Pipe. I need you to be happy."
A/N: There you go, hope you liked.
Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you all have a great New Year!!!!
