A/N: I don't own charmed.

The wiccaning ended, and there was a lot of explaining to do on Prue's part. Explaining of why exactly she was here after all this time, and how she had gotten here, and how long she had to stay. It was a little overwhelming since she didn't fully understand it herself. That's what came with making a deal with the elders, but she'd take what she could get. For years she'd fought with them to send her back, but they hadn't changed their minds at all. Now they had finally listened to her request.

"Do you remember when right before I died…" she trailed off, because of the way her sister's faces fell at the mention of that day. It wasn't something she even wanted to think about, but it was all tied into the reason she was standing here.

"Kind of hard to forget," Piper said, holding her daughter close to her. Prue could see anything but happiness remembering that day. Even if she didn't know exactly what followed that day, she knew it must have been toughest on Piper, having to move on and be the oldest sister on top of gaining a new half sister. They were very secretive about Prue knowing what was going on in her sister's lives. It didn't mean she was totally in the dark for the whole time. She had learned to peek when They weren't looking, which wasn't too often.

Then she knew everything her grandmother and mother knew. The day her grandmother had returned " up there" from being summoned down to earth, she had been ecstatic, blurting out the fact that Piper was pregnant with her first child. Prue and her mother had of course shared the same enthusiasm. The first thing she knew about though, was the fact that she had a half sister. That was right after she had died. At first she hadn't been too sure about Paige, if truth be told. She hadn't been an experienced witch, and she had been thrown head first into something she had still been struggling with. Then the truth began to unfold, and Paige proved herself to be a great addition to the power of three…and being her sister's sister.

"And you remember how Dr. Griffith was there, too," she went on.

Phoebe grimaced, "Yeah, again…" she said, "Go on."

"Shax was able to kill me, because I threw myself in front of him to save his life," Prue explained, "Even if he died, too, I still sacrificed myself for the greater good. And after years thinking about that, the elders decided I had died for the greater good."

"Which means…?" Paige coaxed.

"I'm a whitelighter," Prue said, and looked at Paige, "You guys' whitelighter."

Paige furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "But I'm a whitelighter," she said.

Prue nodded, "They figured they owed you guys, too," she told them, "So they're going to split our duties so it's not so overwhelming."

"Well that was nice of them…" Paige said, "Although, they've been doing that a lot lately. It worries me."

Paige was referring to them sending Coop to Phoebe. It was against the grain to go against the rules, but they were "forgetting" about a lot of them lately.

"Not that I'm not thrilled you've been given a second chance with us," Piper said, rocking Melinda who was starting to fuss back and forth, "But what about exposure? Everyone thinks you're dead."

"You remember Leo's whitelighter dust?" Prue said, "Well anyone who knew me and knew about my death got dusted. By the elders no less. They now think I've been in Europe to find myself."

"That's risking a lot," Piper pointed out.

"I wasn't about to argue with them." She pushed her hair away from her face, and then put her hands on her hips, "After all they've put you through in the past eight years, and you deserve this."

"I still want to know what the catch is," Piper admitted. There was always a catch, or when something good happened, there was always something that would make the blessing nearly invisible. Like when she had Wyatt, just after that Leo had gone to be an elder, or when demon activity was light, it was just the calm before the store. Piper couldn't help thinking like this; she should probably just be happy she had her sister back, and move on, but there would still be the nagging thought in the back of her mind that something bad was to come. Pushing these thoughts out of her head, she gave her sisters a half smile, "But we don't need to worry about that now."

"No," Prue shook her head, "No, we don't. Right now we need to catch up on the past six, seven years."

"Why don't you tell us everything you know, and we'll tell you what you're missing," Phoebe suggested. If they sat here and explained everything that happened since the event, then well, they'd be here all day. For the next few hours, they talked in between Piper helping Leo with the kids, and stopping to eat.

That was the best part for Prue; because she had missed Piper's cooking after all the years she'd been gone. That was the part that felt most familiar to her, because now that it was just about seven years later, everything was different. Phoebe was majorly successful, which she wasn't that surprised about. Phoebe had proven a lot over the three years before she had died. Then there was Piper, this whole other person than she had been before. Just by the way she talked and carried herself, she was different. A more confident person, she was not only a wife but a mother. Something Prue had never experienced seeing her be. Now that the gap of six or so years she had missed was filled in, she was noticing more. It was a whole other world, like it had been when they were sent to the future just a year after finding out they were witches. Except, this world was different. Piper and Leo had found their way back to each other, they had two sons and daughter opposed to just a daughter. Phoebe wasn't on death row, and they had another sister, and she wasn't a blonde.

Prue smiled as she watched as Piper tried to soothe Melinda as she cried later in the day. Phoebe and Paige had gone upstairs to take naps, along with the boys. The guys went to Phoebe and Coops apartment so that they could put the crib together while they all had nothing else pressing to do. Prue and Piper were in the conservatory, sitting on one of the wicker couches that were still there after all these years.

"Whats the matter baby girl?" Piper rocked her back and forth in her arms, creating a rhythm with her movements, "You don't need to be changed, and you were just fed, so what is it, sweetie?"

Melinda's cries settled into a soft coo as Piper rocked her, and she rested her head against the bend of Piper's arm.

"There we go," Piper said, softly. Her eye caught Prue who was still smiling, "What?"

"I'm not used to seeing you like this," she said, "You're a great mother, Piper."

Piper laughed softly, aware of not waking her daughter up from the sleep she was now in.

"You've barely seen me be a mother," she pointed out.

"I've seen enough," Prue assured her, "There's no question about that or the person you've become."

Piper grinned, "It means a lot for me to hear you say that," she said, and now tears were coming out of her eyes. She wasn't sure why, though. She'd been completely emotionally stable just a second ago, and now those few words out of her sister's mouth had made something trigger inside of her.

"I know what you went through when I died," Prue said, "And I know you had a lot to deal with. With losing me and becoming the oldest sister."

"I didn't exactly know how to fill your shoes." Piper admitted, "I wanted you to come back so bad, because I didn't know how to hold the family together like you always did."

Prue nodded, "And you did," she said, "More than did that. I could never be half as good a mother and wife as you are right now. Leo, the boys, and Melinda are lucky to have you."

"Don't forget their aunts," Piper added, with a smile, wiping away a tear with the free hand of the arm that wasn't holding onto Melinda, "Phoebe and Paige have been a big part of the boys' life."

"I haven't," Prue was looking at the floor now, a look of resentment on her face. Piper cocked her head to the side, waiting for her sister to say something else.

Suddenly, she looked up again, "But that's not important. Whats important is that I'm here now, right?"

"Right," Piper agreed, nodding. She looked down at her daughter, and decided she had better go up to her crib before any noise down here woke her up. She told Prue where she was going, and then brought her upstairs.

Alone by herself, Prue decided to wander around the manor to try and see what looked different. The room she was in at the moment was already different; instead of neat as a pin, there were toys all over the place, and a bassinet in the middle for the baby. Then, in the dining room, the table looked a lot different, but that was to be expected. She knew that the table she had last seen was long gone. The amount of times the table got blown to pieces from being used as a barricade.

She walked into the kitchen and took in the sight of the high chair, and booster seats at the table. It tugged at her heart as she saw everything for the kids, because everything this was for came into her sister's life without her. It she had lived, she would've been able to experience having nephews and nieces. She would've been just as shocked to find out about the first boy to the family. If the Elders would've decided to make her a whitelighter for her sacrifice earlier on, it could have all been different. Her sisters wouldn't have had to go through what they went through when she died. She knew everything they went through, or at least the pain they felt in their hearts. Even if she was dead, they were still sisters, and they were still connected. The Elders had never been on the top of her list, but thinking about each and every one of these facts, it made her that much more upset.

But then there was the fact that, because of her death, they had found Paige. She knew enough from her grandmother and mother that Paige was a great sister and aunt, and she would never want to wish her away, but Prue couldn't help but feel that they would've found her someday; it was inevitable, it was destiny.

"Looking for something?" Phoebe was in the door way, leaning against the door frame when Prue turned around. Her eyes were soft, her hands covering the bulge of her stomach. It made Prue smile to think that Phoebe was going to be a mother. After hearing from Phoebe all that Cole had put her through, Coop and this baby were something she more than deserved.

"No," Prue shook her head, "Just looking around."

Phoebe nodded, and pushed herself away from the door.

"Everything's different," she said, "It's a lot to take in, I understand."

"I know," Prue sighed.

"But, hey," Phoebe suddenly grinned, her face glowing now, "You're here now. And you'll be here when I have my first baby." Her grin turned into a big smile, as she looked down at her stomach.

"True."

"And for Paige's babies…"

"Babies?" Prue raised her eyebrows. This was never mentioned to her.

Phoebe nodded, "I had a little premonition," she said, excitedly, "But don't tell her. I want her to find out on her own."

Prue held up to fingers, "Scouts honor," she mimed zipping her lips.

"Were you even ever a girl scout?" Phoebe asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Prue said, "For like a week."

They both laughed, and it felt like years ago. It felt like nothing changed, like they had been together since the day Shax attacked.

"My whole point was, was that you'll be here for all these great things, and that outweighs all that you've missed."

"I guess you're right," Prue lied. She understood, but she still couldn't help but feel resentment towards the Elders. She wasn't sure when that resentment would go away. "Where's Paige?"

"She went home," Phoebe told her, "She wasn't feeling well, so she decided to go home and get some rest."

"Oh, okay," Prue said, "I just wanted to talk to her. You know, get to know her better."

"What's going on in here?" Piper walked into the room, Chris on her right hip. He had his head on her shoulder, looking towards the back of them.

"We were just talking." Phoebe said, "Looks like someone's up from their nap."

"Yeah," Piper said, rubbing her youngest son's back, "Hey buddy, why don't you turn around and say hello to your Auntie Prue?"

Chris just held onto her tighter.

"He's a little shy," Piper explained, "He'll come around."

"It's alright," Prue said, "He doesn't really know me."

"Yeah, but he'll get to know you," Piper assured her, "And then it'll be like normal."

But what was normal?

A/N: Hope you guy enjoyed the chapter. As you can see, Prue is back by the grace of the elders, but she's still not really that happy with them, because they waited all those years to decide she deserved to be a whitelighter, and she missed so much. She knows what has happened, but she's unfamiliar with normalcy. Stay tuned to see what happens next. The action is coming up I promise. I'm trying to build up to it. Thanks for reading

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