Between Heaven & Hell

Disclaimer: Charmed character's don't belong to me. Anyone you don't recognize does.

Part 7

"Leo, what's going on? How is Prue still alive? And why couldn't you heal her?" Paige rattled off questions at her brother-in-law, all the while keeping a close eye on her sister.

"I only have some of the answers. I don't know how, or why, Prue still lives, but apparently, it has something to do with the Charmed one's. I couldn't heal her, because I'm not her whitelighter anymore."

"Who is then?" Piper turned her eyes away from the shut door to stare at her husband.

"Andy." Piper's mouth dropped open, and Darryl's eyes widened slightly.

"Wait? Andy? But he's dead!" Darryl spoke, his voice quiet, but urgent.

"Uh…Darryl? So am I." Piper smirked slightly as Darryl glared at her husband.

"Who's Andy?" Paige asked softly, wondering what the big deal was. All four people in the room turned as one when they heard another voice.

"I am…"

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"Clay? Clay, what's wrong?" Phoebe looked up at her boyfriend, a confused expression on his face. He stared at her, and then at the doctor who had just walked in. Ignoring Phoebe's question, he spoke to the man, his voice urgent.

"She thinks it's 1998." He gave Phoebe a worried glance and waited for the doctor to speak.

"Well…I did expect something like this to happen…it's common with head injuries, and considering the amount of blood she lost, I'd say it's lucky that she remembers that much." Phoebe frowned.

"Hello? Anyone remember the patient? You know? Me? If you guys are done talking as if I wasn't here, what the hell are you guys talking about?" While the words had started of nice and pleasant, the last words had come out in a quiet yell. The doctor looked startled while Clay just looked rueful.

"I'd forgotten your temper…" He trailed off as she glared at him. The doctor got over his surprise and then spoke.

"Ms. Halliwell, I think it's safe to assume that you have selective amnesia." He smiled condescendingly, and then winced when the expression on her face turned mutinous.

"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you right. I'm lying here on a hospital after just waking up from a two-day coma after being stabbed by some freak, and the first thing my idiot of a doctor says to me is that he thinks I have amnesia?"

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He glared at the cowering man in front of him, his eyes hard and cold.

"Sire…I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…sire…please…" A calculating glint appeared on his face as he listened to the man plead.

"You have failed me…" He hissed, taking immense pleasure in the way the servant trembled. "Do you know how I deal with those who fail me?"

Two Hours Later

The two women scrubbing the floor in the massive hall shivered, disgust gracing their tired features. One spoke in a soft voice, careful not to be heard by the guards at either end of the hall.

"Do you know who it was this time?" The other woman gave her a look and shuddered.

"It was that new boy – the foreign one. I recognized his accent." She shuddered again, remembering the yells and screams she knew would haunt her dreams tonight.

TBC…