I have a few things to say before we start.

I don't know if the age is correct. For instance, maybe Piper is supposed to be 18 and Prue 20, but it's not really major.

I don't know how old they were when Grams died, so if she should in fact be dead, lol, I apologise, but live with it! She could last a few more years okay?

Thank you and now onto...




You're My Girl

Chapter One: Not The Most Fun Night


Her breathing came silently as she groped her way down the stairs. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt the next step with her foot, the creaky step, and lightly avoided it. Even in the dark, she knew exactly where she was, and sighed as no sound came from where she now placed her foot. A small smile crossed her lips. She had almost made it! Now at the bottom of the stairs, she felt and crept her way to the door. Her heart pounded with adrenaline, excitement and fear. Almost there! She sighed slightly as the front door got closer and closer. She could almost taste the cool night air.

Then a bright light shone from behind her, casting her shadow in front of her, showing that she was only a few feet from the door. And not alone. Her body froze and her mind was thrown into a panic. No! She'd been so close! And now she was caught. "Please don't be Grams, please don't be Grams" she whispered silently.

"Phoebe?" came the voice from behind her. It was Prue. She felt relief wash over her body. Then she remembered that Prue wasn't exactly much of a consolation. "Phoebe. Turn around." her older sister commanded.

Making a small whimpering noise Phoebe slowly turned around. She squinted into the beam of the torch. "Uh... hi Prue. What's up?" she attempted.

"You, it looks like." Prue answered, her voice taking on a very stern tone.

"You, uh, couldn't move the torch could you?"

Prue still directed the beam steadily into Phoebe's eyes. Phoebe took this as a sign that Prue was definitely not happy. She tried a weak smile, but could almost feel Prue's vehemency travel through the still air. A lamp to her left trembled a little. Phoebe's head snapped towards it.

"What was that?" she whispered, "Did you see that? That lamp just moved!"

"Phoebe, you're sixteen years old, stop being stupid," Prue dismissed it, "Now care to tell me what you're doing up at midnight?"

Phoebe shifted weight uncomfortably, "Um... I was... getting some water" she lied. And it would have been very convincing if it hadn't been for one thing:

"Which is why you're standing at the front door fully dressed and made up." Prue said, her voice remaining calm but fear-inducing.

"Uh," Phoebe stuttered. She couldn't think of anything to say which would get her out of this mess. Prue may be her sister, but it was no secret that they didn't get on fabulously well at times. 'Man,' she thought, 'this is Prue getting me back for ripping her sweater'.

"What's going on?" whispered a voice from the top of the stairs. It was Piper, also brandishing a torch. She shone it down on the scene below her, Prue in her PJ's with a an extremely nasty expression on her face shining another torch at a fully clothed and guilty looking Phoebe. "Ooh, busted!" she grinned. She hopped down the stairs, careful as to not wake Grams, a renowned light sleeper. "Where you goin' Phoebe?" she said, smiling at her little sister.

"I was just," Phoebe began, "I was just," she faltered. 'Why bother?' she thought to herself. She may as well just accept the consequences, whatever they were.

There was a pause while no one said anything. It was very tense as Phoebe awaited Prue's final verdict. After a long time, Prue lowered the torch beam. She sighed.

"I don't know why, I'm doing this Phoebe, but I'm gonna let you off with this. I don't know where you were going, but quite frankly I don't really care. I'm supposed to protect you, okay?"

Phoebe's eyes found the floor. So this was the consequence. One big guilt trip.

"And, God knows why, but I care about you," Prue was now saying. She was quiet for a moment. "Okay, get to bed. You too Piper. You're so nosey!" she playfully batted Piper on the arm.

Piper gave her a look of mock contempt, before heading back upstairs. Prue turned to Phoebe expectantly.

Phoebe began to make her way past her, but stopped. "Prue, I..." she slowed down, and decided to say what she meant. "Just... thanks."

They climbed the stairs together. "No problem," Prue smiled as they reached the top, emerging onto the landing. "Just don't let me catch you doing that again."

"Doing what, exactly?" a harsh voice resonated from in front of them. The hall light flickered on, and Prue and Phoebe froze as they saw Grams standing sternly, roughly holding a terrified Piper by the ear. "Care to explain what you're doing up at half past midnight on a school night?"