Être Aux Anges: French; to walk on air


Summary: Okay, so it's already been proving on the show that Whitelighters, althought they're technically dead, can have children, and that these children will be mortal (in the sense that they aren't immortal, as WLs are). We know that Andy was killed by a demon, and told Prue not to reset time, rather, to let him stay dead in order to save her and her sisters. For the purpose of this fic, let's say that this was enough to make him a WL. Then, when Prue died at the hands of Shax while trying to save the doctor, she was made a WL. They reunite Up There, and have a child. Got all that? Good. Now go read.

A/N: I don't think I need to tell you how much I desire feedback. But I will anyway. Must. Get. Reviews.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the main characters, except Prue and Andy's kid. Remind me why this is necessary?

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Prue rubbed her eyes, and sat up, looking around. Where was she? She put her hand to her head. At least it wasn't hurting anymore. She'd had the distinct memory of a throbbing headache, but why?

Then she remembered. Shax. The jackass. He'd thrown into the wall, along with Piper...

Piper. Oh God, where was Piper? Prue got up, looking around frantically for her younger sister. Instead, she found herself face-to-face with the last two women she'd expected to see.

"Mom? Grams?" Prue sputtered.

"Don't worry, darling, it's all right." Grams asssured.

"But.. where...?" Prue started to ask. A sudden flash of realization hit her. "No," she denied, "I'm not... I can't be..." One look at her mother told her otherwise. "I'm.. dead?" She walked around, noticing for the first time her clear, white surroundings. "So this is what it's like," she mused, her voice becoming flat and emotionless.

"Sweetheart, I know it's a shock," Patty began, worried about her daughter's vacant expression.

"Shock?" Prue repeated angrily."You're damn right it's a shock. So, now what do I do? Just float around here for the rest of eternity?"

"The Elders want to make you a Whitelighter." Grams blurted out.

Prue raised an eyebrow. "A what?"

"Don't give me that, you know what it is." Grams admonished.

Prue didn't bother keeping her anger in check. "This is their fault. If it wasn't for them, I'd be down there with my sisters, and now they want me to go work for them? Who the hell do they think they are?"

"Prue," Patty said imploringly.

"No, Mom." Prue said. "I'm sorry, but after all they've put us through the past three years, and our whole lives for that matter, why should I do this for them?"

"I could give you a few reasons."

Prue spun around. Coming towards her was Andy, dressed in his favourite tee-shirt, and, oh yes, the sneakers she'd tried numerous times to get him to throw out. Prue couldn't help but smile. He looked much the same way he did the day he died. And he wasn't even transparant, like Patty and Grams were...

"Andy, you're a Whitelighter!?!?" Prue exclaimed.

"Are you surprised?" he asked.

Prue shook her head. "Not at all. You were always all about helping people."

"And so were you." he reminded her. "You can keep doing that, Prue. Forget about the Elders, about everything that's happened. I know doing good is what really matters to you, and I think you know it too."

Prue nodded, then looked to her mother and grandmother. "So now what?" she asked again.

Grams motioned for Prue to follow her, Patty, and Andy. They led Prue to a large, brightly-lit room. Twelve Elders were sitting around a long, rectanulgar table.

"Prudence. Welcome." Julius, the Elder at the head of the table, greeted. Prue started at him, standing still and not speaking. Suddenly, she was afraid. "It's allright," Julius said, laughing. "Come on, it's okay."

He led Prue into another room. What happened there was more beautiful than she ever could have imagined. That was where Prue got her wings.