Prue sighed happily. The whole day had been a blur, and it gave her a headache to think about it. She already missed her sisters fiercely, but she got the distinct impression that she was going to be very content in her knew role as Whitelighter.

She snuggled closer to Andy, leaning against his chest. After she'd gotten her wings, he'd orbed her to the hill overlooking their old high school. They'd spent many nights up on that hill, laying under the stars just the way they were doing now. It was kind of a special place for them, and Andy knew it would make Prue feel better.

Andy leaned down, gently kissing her. They were both silently reminiscing back to when they were younger. "You know," Prue said, "They never did catch us up here."

Andy smiled. He knew what she was thinking. They'd both dreamed about this, about being together, since the day he died. Of course, neither of them had expected or wanted it to happen like this, but the fact remained that the oppurtunity was there.

"Now what, exactly, are you suggesting, Ms. Halliwell?" Andy inquired playfully.

"Oh, you know damn well what." Prue shot back. She smiled as he kissed her again, deeper this time. They lay back, on the cold, but soft ground, and for the first time that day, Prue felt truly happy.

Prue woke up the next morning, instinctively knowing something was wrong. At first, she thought she'd overslept, and that her sisters would be calling her any minute now. Then, she looked around, and realized she wasn't in her room. Instead, she was back Up There. Andy was gone, she assumed off with a charge. Suddenly restless, she got up to go look for her mother and grandmother.

"Mom? Grams?" Prue called. She managed to find her way back the place they'd been the day before, but they were nowhere in sight. "Mom? Grams?"

Julius appeared at the other end of the courtyard-like space. "They aren't here." he told her. "They're on Earth. With your sisters."

"Piper and Phoebe. How are they?" Prue asked, her face full of concern.

"Piper and Phoebe are fine. It's the other one we're concerned about." Julius said.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Prue demanded. "What other one? I've only got two sisters."

Julius laughed. "That's right, you don't know. Oh well, see for yourself. You're a Whitelighter now, you know. One of your powers is to see what's going on down on Earth. Comes in handy now and then, though you'll find that out yourself."

Prue looked at him, not comprehending. "Tap into your power." he said simply. Then, he orbed out.

"I always knew they were damn useless." Prue grumbled. Sighing, she tried to tap into her power as the Elder had said, but she had no idea what she was doing.

Suddenly, it hit her, almost like one of Phoebe's premonitions. She saw a young woman at her funeral. Some power told her that the woman's name was Paige. Then, the scene changed. This time, it was in the attic. Prue realized it was happening right then, and that her last vision had been of the past. This time, it was deeper, almost as if she was in the attic with Piper, Phoebe, Patty, Grams, Leo, and Cole. She could hear every word that was being said, although she almost didn't believe her ears.

When the vision ended, Prue slumped down against a column. If what Patty had said in her vision was true, then this girl wasn't just an innocent for her sisters to protect. No, she was much more than that. She was Prue's own baby half-sister, and Prue had never even gotten the chance to see her face to face. In that moment, all the shock she'd been in the past 24 hours came to an end. Prue wanted to go back to the manor, wanted to be alive, wanted more than anything to be able to go comfort her sisters and tell them she was all right. She slumped farther down against the column, pulling her knees up close to her chest, and cried.

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A/N: See that purdy purple button down there? The one marked 'Review'? Go press it. Go on, it'll be fun. Pretty please?
A/N2: Just to avoid confusion, the next chapter takes place exactly a year after this one. I'll mention it in the chapter itself, just not right away. Just included this here because I don't want my entire readership (which consists of what, two people?) scratching their proverbial heads and going "what the [frell] is she doing?!?", because that would be bad.