Outtakes Part 37:
1x03 Part 08: An Unusual Fight

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Prue couldn't wait to get out of that damn car she had to share with her sisters and father. The silence on the drive back home was unbearable. So when finally the cab stopped, Prue got out first and while Victor still helped Piper and Phoebe out, Prue already started for the stairs. She unlocked the door when the rest finally followed. Prue opened the door and shrugged immediately back as three crows come towards her, leaving the house
"Friends of yours?"
Victor asked surprised, the girls turned to him as well. Prue finally entered the manor and right away started to check out where the birds came from.
"Dad... just get comfortable on the couch... you want anything?"
"No, honey, I'm fine"
Victor answered smiling and went into the living after Phoebe took away his coat. Right away the picture gallery which stood around all the tables caught his attention. he smiled at some and picked one picture up, as he smiled
"what are you watching, dad?"
Phoebe asked, throwing herself on the couch.
"Oh you know... just refreshing memories..."
he smiled sadly
"what are you remembering at that picture?"
Phoebe asked noisily, as Piper came into the room as well
"ooh I remember how piper fell off that horse... she swore to never in her life touch a horse again and a week later she was on it again..."
"Mom made me"
"no... Your Grams made you"
"really? I though it was mom..."
"No... Halliwells don't give up she stated back then"
"sounds completely like Grams!"
Phoebe nodded, laughing a little...
"That day was hilarious too"
he pointed to another picture
"really? What happened?"
"Oh you know... same thing as always on family times"
Phoebe laughed, somehow knowing what he referred to. Prue walked in just right then
"Someone left the window open which is probably... how... the birds got in. What is so funny?"
"Do you remember the day this was taken?"
Piper asked walking up to her sister and showing the picture, Victor had had in his hand, to her. Prue immediately smiled and continued to look at it
"Yeah, family picnic. There were some problems and when we were set to go it rained."
"And your mother packed us all up and she brought us home and we had the picnic right here in the living room."
He added, smiling at Prue, while Piper sat down and looked up at her father, admiring how well he was able to tell stories. He'd make a great grandpa!
"Do you remember that Prue?"
Prue finally looked up at him and again their eyes challenging were locked
"Barely."
She replied coldly.
"Prue..."
Phoebe sighed. She didn't get why she wanted to come to the dinner, why she wanted to talk to him as well, when all she did was fight or try to fight. Victor almost immediately froze and looked back down at the pictures. He didn't think it was gonna be this hard. He smiled to himself at another picture and picked it up, walking closer to Prue
"This one... hmm... this one was at one of your piano recitals..."
he kept looking at it throughout talking and then finally looked at piper and Phoebe on the couch
"not a very good shot. My fault."
He told them, explaining
"I had to take the pictures that day. Your mother was too busy holding her breath."
He told them, but starred now again directly into Prue's eyes
"If you look closely..."
he started and handed Prue the photo
"you see her. There..."
he said pointing to the picture and continued with a melancholic voice
"that's her."
"I never noticed that before..."
Prue admitted silently. Victor nodded and looked around again. He screwed his face and narrowed his eyes
"uhoh"
he made as Prue put the picture down again while Victor already picked the next and sighed
"And this one used to be a five by seven..."
he stated looking at it and then showing them the picture of the young girls with their mother with a huge gap on one side
"when I was still in it..."
he finished, smirking. Each sister reacted completely different to the picture. Prue looked guiltily down, smirking slightly, as she remembered how her grandmother cut the edge out. Piper laughed, amazed by what a show he pulled on. Phoebe just pointed at the picture and crinkled her nose
"I think Grams cut you out."
"There's a bunch of other stuff in the attic. Grams left us some things."
Piper told him, turning serious again.
"Not all she left us..."
Phoebe said out of gritted teeth
"Phoebe, let's not go there..."
Prue warned the youngest
"What, it's not like he doesn't already know..."
Victor turned the picture back around and looked at it
"... and I'm sorry but it's kind of a relief to talk to someone about it..."
Victor put picture back in place
"Um, does anybody want coffee?"
Piper tried to change the subject once more, again followed with a nervous laugh, to ease the situation
"I mean, one day I am a member of the Y generation with average hair..."
Phoebe started babbling, while Victor sat down folded his arms in front of his chest
"... and have a thing for caffeinated beverages, and the next I am a witch."
"Dad, do you take cream or, um, sugar with that?"
Piper asked, getting up, ready to go. Victor followed her with his eyes. And then looked back at Phoebe
"I just read from the book and 'wham!' I am Tabitha."
Phoebe continued to babble. Prue looked at her warningly.
"The only thing is, I got stuck with the power to see the future. How uncool is that?"
victor looked down, looking at Patty on one of the many pictures
"Well, from what your mother always said, it was actually considered..."
he searched for the right words
"one of the more desirable powers."
Phoebe smiled and looked down
"Unless you see things you don't desire..."
Phoebe told him sadly. Victor let his eyes wander once more form his youngest daughter to his hands, which were lying folded in his lap.
"So how long have you known? About us... our powers... how long?"
Prue asked breaking the silence
"I didn't. I knew there was a possibility..."
he said and took a big breath before looking back at Prue
"That's why I came back... to find out. It must have happened when your grandmother died, right?"
He looked back at Phoebe, knowing she would be the only one to talk to him about this
"Yep! I just read an incantation from the book and..."
"Phoebe..."
Prue warned.
"Ahh, the Book of Shadows."
He said, looking back at Piper and Prue, then again back to Phoebe
"Not exactly summer reading."
Prue continued to throw daggers at Phoebe with her eyes, while signalizing her, that Victor was going into exactly the direction, she always guessed he would. Phoebe looked at Prue with a helpless gesture
"Is it still up in the attic? You know, I haven't seen it in years."
Victor continued, trying to stay with the mimic of someone swimming in memories, ignoring the silent fight between the sisters
"Mind if I have a look?"
He asked, turning serious again. Prue looked at him shocked. She knew it was him. She just knew it. Piper just looked confused. It couldn't be dad. Never. But everything looked like it. No, there had to be a better explanation
"god, I told you guys it was him!"
Prue finally blurted out, knowing exactly this had to be laid open
"Grams warned us about him. She always did..."
"God, Prue, paranoid much? Dad hasn't been here for years... he wants to share memories... also with the book... is that so wrong?"
Phoebe once more defended her father
"it's okay Phoebe..."
Victor told Phoebe, to stop her. He could defend himself. He got up in a somewhat offensive manner
"What exactly are you accusing me of, Prue?"
"Figure it out..."
'and best would be if you did exactly that in hell'
Prue added silently in her thoughts. Phoebe now got up as well and stepped between Prue and her father. She wouldn't let Prue just yell at him, if there was no clear reason for it so far.
"Come on, Prue, take it easy."
Phoebe now almost screamed
"Are you kidding me?"
Prue asked both Phoebe and Piper though she focused on phoebe. Her voice as well rose as she tried to make her little sisters finally realize that this man is not up for anything good. Never was.
"Am I the only one who sees what's going on here?"
Phoebe rolled her eyes
"Couldn't we all just take a deep breath..."
Piper asked, getting up, to get more into the center of attention again, but got cut short by Prue. Prue and Phoebe turned to Piper, closing Victor kind of out.
"Think about it, Piper."
Prue directs her speech back to Victor, so everyone knew, who she was talking about, not that they didn't already know it anyway.
"He wines and dines and now he's back in the house he hasn't set foot in for twenty years and the first thing he wants to know is where's the Book Of Shadows!"
"You're just looking for something to blame him for!"
Phoebe yelled at her. She felt like Prue was yelling at her. Not only at her father. She knew she hated her father for the same reason she hated her. For leaving. For not being responsible. For showing some weak spot. She knew Prue hated Victor and wanted this to be reality. She on the other hand loved her father – at least she thought she was – and tried to fight against her inner intuition rather than Prue. She still didn't want to believe what she saw, though the images still were deeply burned into her mind. There had to be an explanation for it. Victor most of the time just looked down, looking somewhat guilty what caused Prue to see him even more as the evil she always believed he was
"Admit it..."
she challenged Victor, who right away knew, he was back in the conversation and looked up again
"tell them why you're here..."
"Prue, stop."
Piper begged, not wanting to hear any more of this. Not wanting to see her father as a devil. Though evidences slowly really turned against him. But it didn't keep Prue from keeping her eyes fixed on her father's as she continued coolly
"For the first time in your life, Victor, tell them the truth."
Victor nodded slightly and stepped a little closer to them
"Alright, fine..."
he said and sighed. He knew he'd destroy all their hopes in just a second. But before he did that he had to make them understand, why he needed to get the book out of their grip. He needed to show them that he was here to protect them. Be their father for once, instead of being the demon who stole the book. He crossed his arms, to shield himself from anything which was about to come after he'd admit, he really wanted the book
"You're right."
he admitted and again shifted his gaze to Phoebe
"I am after the book. That's exactly the reason why I came back."
He told them and looked back at Prue with a 'happy?' written all over his face
"Dad..."
Phoebe whispered shocked, trying to make him stop. Trying to show him, he didn't have to do this. Victor leaned slightly forward like a chicken who was about to pick a corn on the floor.
"But not for the reasons you would like to believe..."
he said, looking straight at Prue, knowing she was the only one who dearly believed he wanted to hurt them in some sort. He walked closer to her
"that would make it easier for you, Prue, wouldn't it?"
he waited a second and then continued
"If I were evil. That would make it a lot more easy, right, Pruedence? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not. I'm here to protect you."
He said and looked at Phoebe
"Yeah, right..."
Prue said disgusted
"To protect us from what?"
Piper asked desperately
"From yourselves."
He told them walking around Prue and phoebe to the couch, so he stood between all the sisters.
"That's why I want that damn book. It's where the power of three started and it's where it must end."
He argued with Piper before looking back at Prue and Phoebe
"It's part of us, it's part of who we are!"
Phoebe defended
"That's what your mother believed too..."
He looked back at Piper, who still stood alone. The rock in the family. The glue between the sisters
"Before they killed her..."
"What are you saying?"
Piper asked confused, conjuring out of her anger a lot of strength to keep the tears behind, which wanted to spoil so badly
"You have no idea what evil is out there..."
"Oh, I think we've got a pretty good idea."
She told him again in a kind of superior voice
"Listen to me, Prue. That book is a magnet for evil. As long as you have it... as long as you use it... you're in danger. All of you."
He argued desperately. How could he just make them understand that he just wanted the best for them?
"You're unbelievable."
Prue said, getting very angry. She moved forward and towards him, wishing she could go right at his throat.
"After all these years of being an absentee dad then you waltz back into our lives and tell us how to live!"
"I never wanted you to have those powers in the first place."
He told her and then again looked back at piper and Phoebe
"I battled with your grandmother. She wanted you to find out you were witches when you grew up. I didn't. I fought for you... hard. Your grandmother was too strong..."
He said shaking his head
"Wait, you're blaming Grams for why you disappeared. She loved us! She raised us!"
Piper yelled, her anger finally spilling over as well. He could do much. Really much and Piper wouldn't care. But he wouldn't insult their grandmother. That was even for the good hearted piper way too much.
"What'd she do? Put a spell on you?"
Prue asked sarcastically. This excuse was so ridiculous
"believe me, nothing short of that would've kept me away. You have to believe Me."
he told them, letting his words sink in before he continued
"All I want is for what's best for you..."
He looked each of the sisters fats in the eye and then turned away. He needed to find a way to make them understand it. He turned back around and looked straight at Phoebe
"Phoebe, you believe me don't you?"
He asked desperately. Phoebe didn't know what to say. She didn't want to believe it. Still. She heard him say it. She saw him take the book. But she just didn't want to believe it and so she just looked away. She couldn't take his sigh right now.
"We've done fine without you."
Prue told him coolly, knowing it was about time this torture stopped.
"Prue, you can't fight this... I couldn't."
He argued
"I'm not you!"
Prue said energically at first but her voice cracking by every word. She knew if this was gonna go any longer; she'd break out in tears.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you can protect your sisters forever?"
"We'll protect each other."
Piper jumped into the immediate war place between Prue and Victor. She knew Prue - like all of them - deep down wanted to believe things would turn out good. She knew this, too, was very hard for Prue. She knew Prue could handle much, but she also knew, this was probably too much. Even for Prue.
"Then you'll die together."
He yelled completely desperate
"No one can hurt us as bad as you."
Prue told him, her voice already soaked in tears, which were about to leave her eyes. But they didn't, knowing they couldn't betray their owner right now. Victor looked down, sighting. He knew he had hurt them. He knew it. He felt it. He could hear it in Prue's voice. Finally a tear left her eye. The emotions letting go. And at the same time, something else was relieved, a big blast of telekinesis that was thrown right at Victor. He flew across the room and he hit the door frame. Piper looked shocked at Prue. Victor got up again, sighed and fixed his jacket, then immediately started to approach them again.
"If you wanted me to leave... all you had to do... was ask."
He said and tried to regain his breath. Piper sighed heavily. Phoebe looked away. They both were angry at their father as well, but they maybe could have settled it. Now everything was lost. Once and for all. And all of them knew it. Victor walked towards the front door.
"Why did you have to do that?"
Phoebe barked at Prue, while passing her to leave the shooting scene. She wasn't sure where she was going. If she was going upstairs or after Victor. She didn't know. All she knew was that she couldn't face Prue right now.
"Did you have to throw him so hard?"
Piper asked Prue, walking in front of her, to look at her
"Piper..."
"We could've just... you know, talked about it like normal people!"
"We're not normal..."
Piper sighed. It had no use. Her sister just wouldn't come to senses anymore. She was blinded by anger. Piper went after her father, making sure he found his jacket and was half way alright.
Prue followed Piper into the hall and saw what she was doing. She sighed deeply. She needed to get out of here. After all that happened, piper still helped Victor. She couldn't believe it. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed her keys. She needed to get out of there.
Phoebe in the meantime was sitting at the top of the stairs. Watching the family break together completely. She could have prevented all of this. She could have done so much. Why didn't she just simply listen to what her inner voice said? Why did she have to believe so much in Victor? Why didn't she listen to Prue? The one who always was there for her and Piper?