Outtakes Part 38:
1x03 Part 09: Changes

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Prue drove about the city for hours. She knew Victor was up for no good. But when he started to insult Grams and wanted the book to, as he said, safe them from everything it was more than she ever though of. More than she could handle. How could he be this way? He was her father? How could he just... say all of this crap? Be such an asswhole? Prue stopped the car on a parking lot, closed her eyes and laid her hands over the steering wheel just to place her head on top of it.
'That's what your mother believed too. Before they killed her.'
'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.'
Prue took a big breath and started to sob into her arms. She couldn't handle it anymore. Was it really a demon that killed her mom? Who was the evil? Penny or Victor? The one leaving and being a coward or the one staying and risking their lives on a daily basis? Was he right? Did they have to get rid of the book? After several minutes Prue finally looked up. Her make up was completely off and tears still trailed out of her eyes. She noticed where she was and smiled slightly. The park. She got out of the car and locked it. It was completely dark. There were streetlights burning, but she wouldn't have needed them. Her instincts automatically drove her to the swing. It got darker and darker on her way to the swing, as she trailed more and more away from the official trails. She pushed some branches away and rounded the tree, which held the swing Andy and her shared. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw a figure sitting on it. She starred for a few seconds at the shadow and then smiled slightly as she went around the swing and sat down next to him
"I thought you were having some dinner"
he said lowly
"I've had enough"
she whispered back, her voice showing clearly that she cried
"is the great Prue Halliwell really crying?"
Andy asked, trying to joke but noticed it was appropriate
"what happened?"
"everything... and nothing..."
she said lowly, taking a big shuddering breath. Andy looked at her and saw she was only dressed in the dress she wore from earlier. He got rid of his jacket and wrapped it around her. She sniffled a little and as soon as he was done with 'dressing' her, she looked up at him
"Andy? Can... Can you just... hold me?"
she asked in a voice as innocent as that of a six year old. Andy didn't answer. He just moved closer and started to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him. It didn't last long till Prue relaxed in his arms, and again was sobbing. Andy just sat there and held her. He didn't say anything. Didn't ask anything. He didn't kiss her. He only held her as she cried into him. It took forever till Prue finally calmed down and still he sat there not doing anything but hold her
"I knew... he was up to no good... I simply knew it... but... what he said..."
"you don't have to tell me"
he whispered.
"I wanna tell you... but... I don't think I can..."
she answered. Andy just kissed her forehead
"tell me when you're ready"
he replied most gently and linked his hand with hers. Prue smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder
"Andy?"
"hm?"
"I want you in my life. I want you as my lover. I want you, as my partner. I want you as my soul mate. I want you as my friend. And I do want you as MY little sex-toy."
Andy smiled as she repeated almost the same thing he told her just a little earlier. He gently grabbed her face and made her look at him. It was dark and it was impossible he really could look into her eyes. But he looked through her eyes, right into her heart. Then slowly moved down as the two of them shared their first kiss as a reunited couple. As they pulled away again Prue smiled as well
"I missed this"
Andy smiled slightly and gave her tender lips a few more soft pecks
"me too"
he told her and a second later his smile subsided
"it's... very late already... you think you can drive home? Otherwise I take you..."
"I think... I could manage getting home..."
she told him honestly. Andy already thought, she had put her wall up again
"but... I'd rather have you dropping me off."
Andy smiled and pecked her again.
"C'mon already."
He whispered and got up. Prue got up with him and leaned into him, while he walked them to his car and drove her home. It was 3 a.m. when Prue finally hit the bed, but she never had gone to bed luckier. At least not in the last few years.