Chapter 14: Fun

Disclaimer: What's this? Both Alyssa Milano and Shannen Doherty are going to be on the Tony Danza Show? Oh, oh—it says here they're going to be on on different days. See—I knew there was a reason I didn't own Charmed.

A/N: Wow sorry it took me so danged long to update. And especially when I just said that I would update once a week. Sorry about that. Just WAY too many tests this week to do anything but study, do homework, and get my well-earned 4 hours of sleep.

Phoebe slid into the Manor door as quietly as she could considering her largely oversized boots. She tried to turn the knob of the door before it hit the frame as to not make noise. It made enough noise, however, for Piper to hear her entrance and come running in from the kitchen.

"Phoebe where in the world have you been?" Piper questioned, obviously worried.

"I don't know Piper," Phoebe began, "Out. And can you keep it down a little please?"

"Phoebe, are you drunk?" Piper insinuated, leaning closer to smell her younger sister's breathe.

"Of course not," Phoebe laughed and swatted Piper away, "I was drunk last night."

"Phoe-be," Piper nearly hollered in surprise and anger; pronouncing every syllable with near disgust, "What were you thinking? Grams and I were worried sick."

"I was just having a little fun, that's all—what's so bad about that?" Phoebe slurred as Piper led her up to her bedroom.

"What's so 'bad' about that is Grams doesn't know where you've been for the past 14 hours and when she finds out—"

"No Piper, don't!" Phoebe yelled through her stupor, "Don't tell Grams on me—please!" The more Phoebe pleaded the more she sounded like a five-year-old who'd had a little too much Benadryl.

"Fine—as long as you stop whining," Piper said as she laid Phoebe down on her bed and threw a cover over her.

"Okay, I'll stop whining," Phoebe muttered, already half-asleep. Piper smiled weakly before making her way out of the room.

"Pff—I wish I could have 'fun' instead of searching for MIA sisters," Piper huffed under her breathe.

"One down, one to—"

"Go!" Prue screamed at the traffic ahead of her. She had decided to stop by a coffee shop so that she was more awake and better prepared to face Grams when she did go home. She knew she had promised herself that she would go straight to the Manor, but she figured it was better to get some caffeine in her first and get home later than fall asleep in her car on the way home. She had not, however, counted on the hordes of traffic that happened to occur near the shop in question.

"Oh, Jesus H. Christ, I'll never get home…" Prue said to herself, laying her head down on the steering wheel. She looked over to the car next to her to see if traffic was affecting them the way it was her. No amount of coffee could've prepared her for the fact that the driver next to her was the one person she definitely did not want to see at the moment.

"Prue!" Andy hollered from the lane over with a big smile on his face.

"Oh hell," Prue murmured throatily.

"Prue!" Andy repeated, indicating for Prue to roll down her window.

Prue kept her eyes forward and stared at the traffic light, willing it to turn green.

"Come on, come on," Prue pushed, ignoring Andy's repeated hollerings from across the way.

"Finally," Prue rejoiced as the light turned green. She tore down the road, disregarding the many honks she received from the cars around her.

Prue walked into the Manor shortly after her un-wanted run-in with Andy. However, unlike Phoebe, Prue didn't try to make her entrance a quiet one. She came into the house like she usually would, non-discreet and waiting for Grams to come out yelling, screaming, and punishing.

"Prudence, is that you?" Grams said, rounding the corner into the foyer.

"Grams, let me explain," Prue began, though not groveling or whining.

"Prudence, you can if you want to, but I don't want to know details. I'll have you know Piper and I were worried sick with both you and Phoebe gone last night."

"Phoebe was—?" Prue interrupted.

"Phoebe," Grams interrupted back, "Is not the point here."

"Sorry," Prue apologized, waiting for Grams to continue.

"I thought you were more mature than that—staying out all night and not even having the decency to call—honestly, it's as if you lost all your sense in one instant."

"I did," Prue said softly and to herself, but not enough so that Grams didn't hear.

"What was that?" Grams insisted, craning her neck as if to hear Prue better this time.

"Oh, nothing," Prue fumbled, "Just that…I—I, uh did—n't think straight and I should've been more responsible. Trust me, Grams—it won't happen ever again. Promise."

"I know it won't," Grams began, and Prue braced herself for the punishment she knew was coming next.

"I'll trust you on that," Grams finished to Prue's great astonishment. She exited up the stairs and left Prue there in bewilderment.

Hours had passed and it was now early evening. Grams had decided against waking Phoebe up—figuring that if Phoebe had been out doing what Grams thought she'd been out doing that she would need her energy after Grams got through with her.

Prue had spent most of her time in her room contemplating whether to call Andy or not. The crazy idea to call Missy had even crossed her mind. The thing was though; every time Prue tried to dial Andy's number she remembered the reason she wanted to call him. She replayed the image of him and Missy kissing over and over again. The last thing she wanted Andy to hear on the phone was her crying over him.

"Grams, can I go to the library?" Piper solicited of her grandmother.

"Sure honey," Grams answered, "What time do you think you'll be home?"

"Probably around eight," Piper confirmed.

"Okay, just don't stay out too late," Grams enforced, all the while knowing that Piper would probably be home at 7:45.

"See you soon, Grams," Piper said as she started on her way to the library.

"Piper, hey…" Justin said warily as he saw Piper enter the library. After their conversation the day before Justin hadn't made any attempt to contact Piper in fear of awkward half-talk. He did however; know that Piper would be coming to the library for their usual Saturday study session.

"Justin…" Piper began with a largely fake smile, "I—I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't know what I was saying or why I was saying it. I just—"

"Don't bother," Justin said trying to sound cheerful and nonchalant but failing miserably.

Piper gave a weak smile and the two headed into the library, going straight to the back so that they could study and talk without being shushed or heard by the presiding librarian.

When they were almost at the back Piper and Justin heard two hushed voices trying their best to whisper in the pathway between the next bookshelf over.

"I'm telling you," A terribly annoying female voice that Piper swore she recognized hissed, "She knows."

"How could she?" A male voice that Piper instantly knew as Andy's questioned.

"I saw her this morning—she was in the driveway across from my house and it looked like she'd been there all night. I don't know if you remember but if she saw what happened last night then she definitely—"

"Sssh" Andy hushed the female voice as he had apparently heard Piper and Justin approaching.

Andy came from around the bookcase and all but jumped at the site of the interlopers into his conversation with the yet-unidentified speaker.

"Piper!" Andy began, obviously surprised, "Piper, what're you doing here with…" He trailed off, not remembering Justin's name.

"Justin?" Piper asked is response to Andy's half question, "Justin and I come here on Saturday nights to study."

Andy nodded and Piper took her turn in question asking.

"So, what brings a football player like yourself to the library on a Saturday night?" Piper solicited as she tried to move her way around Andy and see who he was hiding on the other side of the bookcase. Andy strategically blocked her way before putting on a plastic smile and answering.

"Oh, you know…" Andy trailed off, obviously wanting the conversation to be over.

"No Andy, I can't say that I do," Piper countered, also exhibiting a fake smile and acting unnaturally cheerful.

"Just…"Andy began, "Readin'" Andy said as he picked up a nearby book at random.

"Really?" Piper leaded as she read the spine of the book Andy had picked up, "I never knew you were so interested in the 'All Male Bathhouses of the Athenians and Spartans at the Peloponnesian War.'"

"What?" Andy said quickly before realizing what Piper was talking about. He stole a quick glance at the book and fumblingly returned it to the shelf.

"Well…I'm not reading that book—necessarily…" Andy said, trying to piece together a sentence. Piper stood there with a smirk on her face nodding while Justin tried and failed to suppress mad fits of laughter.

"Well Andy we'll leave you to your 'readin'" Piper said, patting Andy on the shoulder and continuing to the back of the library. She tried to look back and see who it was that Andy was trying to hide from her and Justin, but whoever it was had slipped out whilst Andy was talking to them.

Once in the back room, Piper and Justin began to try to decipher Andy's odd behavior.

"I always thought there was something odd about that guy," Justin began as the two of them sat down at the table in the center of the room, "I knew he was hiding something."

"Oh, stop," Piper chided, "The only reason that you don't like Andy is because he's dating Prue."

"That's not true at all," Justin defended, "I just think he's a bit shady that's all. And you can't deny that he was trying to hide whoever he had been talking to on the other side of the bookshelf."

"Yeah, you're right," Piper complied, "I can almost place the voice of that girl—it's on the tip of my tongue but I just can't get it."

"Yeah, well he better not be doing anything behind Prue's back," Justin said, anger crossing his features for a passing moment, "If he did anything to hurt her I'd…"

"You'd what?" Piper cut him off, "Cut him with a wire from your braces? Yeah, I could really see that happening."

"I was just saying…" Justin huffed, sounding hurt, "I don't want to see anything happen to Prue."

"I know," Piper said sincerely, "But honestly, Andy would never do that to her."

"Never say never," Justin opposed, "You can't ever really know a person until you spend enough time with them to learn their faults."

"Well all I know is Andy's a great guy that's always looked out for me. I mean, I can't even count how many times he's saved me from…"

Piper stopped abruptly as she realized the identity of the girl Andy was trying to hide.

"Oh God," She breathed quietly as many things started to fall into place.

Where Andy had been running off to in hurries, the awkward moment in Grams' hospital room. And the voice had said something about 'her' being across the street in her car all night. Piper knew that 'her' must be Prue.

And the voice had to be Missy.

"'Oh God what?" Justin said with an odd look about his face, "Piper, are you okay?"

"Yeah Justin," Piper assured, "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Justin asked once more.

"Yeah definitely," Piper reinforced, "Listen, can you go ask the librarian to help you find the Bentley book on Ancient Civilizations?"

"Yeah, sure," Justin agreed, standing up. He left the room and Piper thought hard on reasons why Andy would ever cheat on Prue—with Missy Campbell of all people.

Piper's thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door to the room open and addressed the person without looking up.

"Did you find the book Justin?" Piper asked.

"Justin?" An adult male voice solicited, "Not quite."

Piper jerked her head up as her heart raced a million miles per minute at the sight of who had come into the back room.

"Mr. Wyatt what are you doing here?" Piper said before she could stop herself.

"I mean—it's just weird seeing you outside of school." Piper corrected herself.

"Please, call me Leo," Leo said smiling, "I just like to come to the back of the library to concentrate sometimes. I saw you back here and thought I'd pop in. Being new and all I really want to get to know my students in the little time I have to teach you guys."

"That's so sweet," Piper said dreamily, "W—what I meant to say is I—I think that's a really good way to…teach."

"Oh, well, thanks," Leo said, seeming to really take heart in the compliment.

"I really liked how you taught the class yesterday," Piper said, trying to sound casual, "My name's Piper Halliwell by the way," She added, figuring Leo had forgotten her name.

"Oh, I know," Leo said, sitting down next to Piper at the table.

"Really?" Pier questioned, genuinely astonished.

"Of course I do," Leo said as if it was odd that Piper thought he might've not known her name, "You were the only student who I really took a notice to. The way you answered the questions made it seem like you really wanted to be there in the class—studying the material. I doubt any of the other kids even read the book."

"You were just so eager it amazed me. Not to mention much more mature than any of the other students in class. If you weren't on my class roster I would've thought you were another fill-in for Ms. Flower."

"You're joking me," Piper began, "You do know that I'm the same girl from class right? Because it sounds like you're describing someone who I've never even met before."

"No, honestly Piper," Leo said, laughing slightly, "I've never met anyone like you. Too bad you're not ten years older or I'd—"

Leo stopped himself before saying something he'd deeply regret.

"You'd…what?" Piper asked, wanting desperately for Leo to finish his sentence.

"Nothing," Leo said shortly, "I shouldn't of—"

"Tell me what you were going to say," Piper pushed.

Leo sighed heavily before finishing his earlier sentence.

"Piper, if you were ten years older I'd probably do something like this."

Leo swept in and kissed Piper in one quick motion. That was the very last thing Piper expected to happen.

It was wrong of course—she knew that. And also illegal—she knew that, too. But for the first time in her life, Piper didn't care about rules, or what was right, or, hell, even what was legal. She just cared that for once she was doing something that she wanted for herself. No one else.

For once, Piper Halliwell was having fun.

Maybe a little too much fun, for that matter.

At least it was too much for Andy, who was witnessing the entire act through the window of the back room door.

A/N: Damn that was long. Kashit-it. Jesus H. Christ that took forever to write. Sorry I'm updating so incredibly late. I'll try to get the next one up in a week if I can. Just a heads up to anyone who's reading Things of the Past, it'll have another chapter up soon, too. So spread the word and please review.