Hi, and here is another chapter, I hope you enjoy this chapter and we have two more Chapters left of Season 2 before the final twelve chapters will be Season 3.

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And again some episodes and some events are skipped over and changed due to the fact that Andy is a presence in this story.

Before And After

Chapter 10-Stay Close, Stick Together.

Phoebe goes back in time to the past and the sister's learn that somethings will always stay the same and as her Aunt Gail steals her powers Prue is forced to consider what life for her and Andy would be like if she wasn't a witch. Some events/episodes changed especially with the Dan/Piper/Leo triangle.

Andy didn't know why this was throwing him somewhat.

There had been demons and ghosts and speaking to the dead. There had been time travel to the future not to mention the odd shit that was in the fridge which would have made a health inspector blink. There was self defence classes (even though his knee still hurt he found that it didn't help to be unprepared) and there had been bands hooked up with evil.

All of that was enough to send someone up the wall.

So why this was throwing him he didn't know.

Past lives.

Or as he liked to call it in his head. 'This Week's Crisis'.

Leo was convinced Phoebe was being stalked by one and when he explained that souls came down through generation-to-generation Andy had forgotten about being nice and polite and had gone in search of a cold glass of vodka because while he did believe in a great many things (more since he had started seeing Prue) the concepts of soulmates throughout time—if that was what Leo was getting at—was really just too much.

He came back after he had taken a gulp and felt the booze scorch down his throat and by the time he had Phoebe had collapsed on the couch.

"She's gone back to her past life" was all Leo said shortly.

"Mustn't be too bad" he said grimly glad he'd only took one mouthful to bring him back to the present.

"She's smiling pretty big"

And that she was.

P Bowen was a powerhouse. Phoebe liked her. Phoebe really liked her.

She liked the power that oozed from every pore in her body. She really liked the confidence and the sex appeal that too seemed to ooze out of her. She really, really liked the clothes.

When all of this was over she should really look at getting more vintage pieces. The 1920s was the area where clothes really came alive.

You know providing she was alive.

The manor had been transformed into some kind of speak-easy, it was glamorous and dangerous and the magic that had been dimmed throughout Phoebe's childhood was alive in the very wood and the very air.

And somethings never changed.

The couch was the same even down to the same positioning. The table that they had once said was an antique was here brand new. Lace decorated the table enough to cover several of Prue's Buckland pay checks.

And there was her sisters. Piper in black and an unforgiving red lipstick operating the bar and the music, Dan her husband (?) in a suit and bowtie playing the piano. Leo, Piper's lover, always Piper's lover (according to Anton) and never the husband (what that meant for the future Phoebe really could not tell) and then there was Prue taking photographs as if she was born to do it in blue with hair that really looked like it should be left in the twenties. Prue seemed to always change her hair during these trips she thought. In the past she was red, in the future she was blonde.

Interesting.

Not really but…

Interesting.

And then there was Andy.

He was not a cop in this life otherwise he would have had to shut them down (she knew enough about history to know that at least) but he was in uniform. He seemed to be Army and she realised that it had only been two years since they had come out of the First World War. Andy would have served in it.

He was sat at the table with a cocktail glass in hand chatting animatedly to other young men in uniform. She couldn't guess what his rank was but clearly he was high up if that look on the younger boys faces was anything to go by. She looked at him and saw that he was leaning a little stiff to one side and she thought that maybe he had gotten wounded in the war.

Maybe like in her future she had, had a premonition and that premonition had turned out to be wrong.

Nobody knew she supposed. But the implications of this was fascinating all the same.

He turned though as she pushed past Prue and Past-Prue gave him the same smile that future Prue did.

Yes she thought as she stepped outside.

Somethings did indeed stay the same regardless of past, present and future.

Of what that meant for her going after terrible men in both the past and the present and the future (it seemed)…she really could not say.

"Army?" Andy said with a raised eyebrow. "Well I suppose it could be worse"

"What did you think would happen?" Prue asked.

"I was thinking I could be dead" he quipped but she could see he was serious. She didn't know what to say to that because it was the truth—they still didn't know who it had been that had thrown Andy the bone that had kept him on the edge of death rather than Phoebe's premonition coming true. After all they had done nothing different.

It was a mystery and yet…

She didn't want to think on it. She didn't even want to think about thinking about it. After all, Andy was here, he was alive.

He was with her.

"What I was doing?"

"Using this camera"

It threw her completely.

If truth be told Prue had wanted to be a photographer since she had learnt what one was. She had done all the courses at school and had come out with a minor in it in college. She had loved it but if truth be told she had fell into her job at the museum by chance and then it had been Rex who had reached out to entice her with the Buckland's job. Granted that had been because he had wanted to kill her but she had been good at it and she'd had a point to prove afterwards and so she had stayed. Walking away from it and the exceptional sized check that came once a month had been the hardest thing she'd had to do in the human world in a long time.

But she had done it and it had been because she had wanted to do something for her. Her whole life she had put her sister's first. She had become Mom in the space of a day and she had never stopped. The jobs had all been so that they could keep the house and then later on so they could repair the house. She had never really stepped out and done anything that she had wanted to do career wise. But now the club was doing better and Phoebe was in school and things were beginning to look better…

And if her past self, had given her the love…

She tapped her nail against the ancient camera and thought about it.

She was still thinking about it even though they were now trying to stop Phoebe's past self, her present self and her future self from being killed.

She was still thinking about it even when they managed to do such a thing.

"Hey" Andy said over pizza that night—they had decided to go with carbs after the whole saving Phoebe from her evil self thing. Leo had gone back to the club where he was staying in the back room. Piper had been incensed that he had lied to her over their past lives connection that Leo had taken one look at her face and had ducked out of the house looking heartbroken.

Piper had stared after him for a long time but had eventually turned her attention to her pizza. Perhaps Phoebe should do something about that—it was time that a choice was made after all. God knows they couldn't live through this love triangle again.

She wouldn't put the future generations of Halliwell's through that.

Prue stepped out of the room to grab her laptop and Andy waited until she had gone before he continued with his sentence.

"So were we married or?"

"You mean Prue and you?"

Andy rolled his eyes.

"No Phoebe I meant me and you—obviously"

"I don't know." She asked confused and then the sneaking suspicion hit her.

"Wait Andy does that mean that you are thinking…"

Andy shot her a look over his beer that had her sentence dying out.

"Don't even think about it" was all Andy said. "It was a passing question Phoebe I don't want to see white wedding planning going on"

Crap. He knew her so well.

"I don't think so" she said again. "But It was 1920 Andy. If you and P Bowen were thinking of having children I am assuming you were married. Perhaps you were just living in sin again"

She grinned at Andy who shrugged but as Prue came back and the conversation turned she noticed that he seemed to be thinking hard about something.

Time moves on though. There had been other episodes where demons had tried to come to separate them but no betrayal had hit them as hard as it was when Aunt Gail attempted and then succeeded to steal their powers. They had grown up with the woman after all and even though Andy had, had to go into work she was glad that he was not here as Piper laid down her latest ultimatum.

She was done.

She'd had it being a witch.

It was not like Prue didn't get it. In fact she got it more than Phoebe did. Phoebe lived for witchcraft, she loved it, she loved the life and the teachings and the magic. She liked the purpose that came with it. And it wasn't that Prue hated all of those things either. And it certainly didn't change the fact that if they did walk away then demons would walk free unabated causing the same amount of damage they did before.

They'd balanced the scales…

But at the same time they paid a hefty cost. Piper was in love with two men one of whom would understand what she did on her spare time—and yet she couldn't be with him, and one who would never understand, Prue liked Dan, she genuinely liked him but the reality was that he was never going to understand just what she had done and what she would continue to do. Andy did simply because he had seen it, he had survived it and he came from a background where death stalked you every day. The reality was Dan had not.

"Do you ever think about giving up your powers?" Phoebe asked as if looking for an ally. If that was what she was hoping for then it would not work out well.

"Sometimes yes."

And she did. She thought about it even when they got their powers back. Andy was pulling an all-nighter so it was just her in their shared bed and she curled up and thought about what it would have been like for her and him if there was no magic, no book, no demons…if she'd come home tonight without her powers.

If her children were born without powers…

She thought of her two children…the two that existed somewhere in time weather it be past, present or future and she thought about what it meant to have them grow up normally.

Suddenly her stomach gave a sickening roll that she had been familiar with only when it came to drinking far, far to much gin. She made it to her bathroom in time to retch.

It was probably because of the demon hunting, the throwing around of her body as if it was a common rag doll and the fact that Phoebe delighted at the fact that Piper had made a choice, that she was staying a witch had decided to make her famous fish curry—her sister was good on flavour but experimental with cooking times and there was only so much you could take.

She climbed back into bed and found that she was shivering even though the night was mild.

She turned and thumped Andy's pillow wishing he was there with her.

It was just typical she thought as sleep finally claimed her, she had gotten a new job, a new outlook on life and her powers back all in the space of a week and yet here she was now down with what could be a stomach bug.

And with that irritated thought she fell asleep.

She didn't hear Andy come in.

And again much like before, her sleep was dreamless, deep and when she woke she found she was throwing up once again.

And there you go, I hope you liked this chapter and I will do my best to bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-As Prue takes on film monsters come to life and deals with the exposure of demons by a perky college student she and Andy look into unsolved cases as a mysterious stomach bug works it's way through Prue's system.