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for profit, so don't sue me! Any coincidence in anything else is just that.
This takes place before the sisters get their powers and before Phoebe
leaves for NYC. I hardly have any idea which direction I'm going to take
this, I'm just trying to put it together as I go along. Feedback is
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~~~~~ Ch. 3 - I'm Not Crazy I'm Just a Little Unwell
"Okay you can come in now." Piper called.
She sat on her bed as Grams entered with Phoebe and Prue to either side of her.
"Uhm. . .What's going on?" Piper asked.
"Piper, we're worried about you." Grams began.
"Oh God, is this like some kind of intervention?" Piper stood up, mortified. "Look, I promise I'm not crazy, suicidal, on drugs or an alcoholic, okay?"
"We heard you talking to yourself." Prue crossed her arms, eyeing Piper. Piper put her head back in frustration. She started speaking slowly but as her sentence progressed her frustration grew.
"Maybe. . .if someone around here would talk to me. . .I wouldn't have to have conversations with myself!"
"I talk to you!" Prue exclaimed.
"Girls. . ." Grams began.
"Oh, right, because saying hello, hanging all over your boyfriend and walking away is a conversation!" Piper yelled back.
"I so talk to you more than that, Piper!" Prue was angry now.
"Girls, please," Grams clenched and unclenched her fist, grimacing some.
"Grams?" Phoebe asked as Piper and Prue continued to yell.
"Ohhh, yes because dumping all your head cheerleader perfect life problems on me is a conversation too. Tell me Prue, what's the last thing you remember HEARING me say? And I don't mean me talking to myself." Piper Challenged.
"This is stupid, that's easy. . ." Prue put her arms down, her face twisted in thought. "It was about. . .Well it was-,"
"Uh. . .Guys. . ." Phoebe asked, watching Grams' face contort in what looked like pain.
"Thank you, Prue, for proving my point." Piper crossed her arms, content.
"Oh, get down off your high horse and realize that we care about you and we're worried-,"
Grams fell to the floor on her knees, letting out a moan of pain. Phoebe dropped to her knees next to Grams, who was now lying on the floor.
"GRAMS!" Prue and Piper rushed to her side.
"Grams, what's wrong?" Prue asked, more in shock then anything else.
"Grams?" Phoebe asked, just wanting a response out of her.
Piper had already left the room, running for the closest phone, in Prue's room. It rang just as she was picking it up.
"Hello beautiful," Andy's voice came through.
"Not Prue, Andy, gotta go, Grams needs help." Piper hung up on him and called for an Ambulance.
~~~
"Has she said anything to you?" Andy asked, sitting next to Prue in the plastic cushioned chairs of the hospital waiting room. He handed her a cup of coffee.
"No," Prue sighed, stirring the coffee.
"What about Phoebe?" Andy looked at the sleeping form of Prue's youngest sister. Phoebe was sprawled across two of the uncomfortable chairs.
"She's been asleep for a few hours now." Prue
"Maybe you should go talk to her, Prue." Andy suggested, looking at Piper, who was sitting sideways in one of the chairs, staring out the window with her knees pulled up. Her eyes were puffed and red much like Prue's and probably Phoebe's too.
"She doesn't want to talk to me." Prue had told Andy what had happened before they called an Ambulance for Grams. She looked down at her lap. "Andy, it's possible I may be the worst sister Phoebe and Piper could have."
"Now you know that's not true, and I should yell at you for saying such a thing." He assured her. "Now go and talk to her." He gave Prue a little push.
Piper wiped her eyes. Andy had shown up for Prue, and Phoebe was asleep. Prue and Andy were talking now over bad hospital coffee. Piper was left to stare out the window, once in awhile she wiped at stray tears that rolled down her cheeks.
"You're supposed to protect people, right Ty?" She asked softly as she stared out the window in to the dark night.
'I'm supposed to protect you.'
"To protect me? Grams protects me." She sniffled.
'Not in the way I do.'
"You want to protect me?" She asked.
'Very much so.' "Then help her." Piper wiped at her eyes.
'I can't, Piper. I'm sorry.'
"What use are Guardian Angels, huh? You can't do anything except make people think I'm crazy." She buried her face into her knees, hugging them closer as she began to cry for the fifth time that night.
'You'll find out soon enough.'
"Hey, P. . ."
Piper looked up to see Prue standing in front of her.
"Andy brought me this, but I've already have four. . ." Prue explained. "I thought maybe you'd want it."
Piper glanced at Andy, who was placing his coat over Phoebe, for her to use as a blanket.
"Thanks. . ." Piper accepted the cup, and turned so her back was against the back of the chair.
"Mind if I sit?" Prue asked. Piper simply shrugged.
"Free country." She muttered, not looking at Prue.
"Listen Piper, I-,"
"Don't, Prue." Piper cut her off. Prue looked at her. Piper took a shaky breath. "Don't come apologize and pretend to want to talk to me just because of what happened to Grams and because you feel guilty." Piper's eyes were filled.
"Piper-,"
"I might be crazy, or a loser or whatever-,"
"Piper, you're not a loser." Prue insisted.
"I know what you think, Prue. I've heard you. I'm your sister, and you stick up for me once in a while, but I'm just holding onto something you can't make me let go, so why bother." Piper looked at Prue. "I'm not as strong as you and Phoebe, Prue. I'm far from perfect, so forgive me, if I can't get over the biggest loss of my entire life. . . okay?" She asked, a tear falling down her cheek.
Prue was over come. Her eyes were filled and threatened to spill over at anytime. Piper put the coffee cup down on the table in front of her, and no sooner found herself enveloped in Prue's arms.
"Oh, Piper, I'm so sorry." Was all she could say.
Piper didn't move. She just cried and for once, she let Prue help her. Both girls cried. They didn't know how long they'd been sitting there, huddled together, crying. When they finally broke apart, Andy was asleep sitting next to Phoebe who was slowly sliding off her set of chairs. Both girls wiped their eyes and took deep breaths. Prue was about to speak when a doctor walked to the entrance of the waiting room. He had on a pristine white lab coat and was carrying a silver metal clipboard.
"Halliwell?" He asked. Prue and Piper stood up. Andy was startled awake and he looked around confused for a moment. Realization hit him and he walked over to stand behind Piper and Prue, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, to let them know he was there.
"Would you come to my office so I can speak to you about your grandmother?" The doctor questioned.
"No." Prue and Piper both said. They knew they wouldn't be able to move. Their legs felt like cement weights.
"You can tell us right here." Prue told him, knowing Piper was unable to speak.
"Very well, please have a seat." He instructed. All of them sat down, the doctor sat facing them. Phoebe woke up groggily.
"Pheebs, why don't you come and sit with us?" Piper suggested. Phoebe tiredly walked over and climbed into Piper's lap, placing her head down on Piper's shoulder. She was still half asleep.
"Is Grams okay?" She sounded almost like a 5 year old.
"We're gonna find out." Prue said. She looked at the doctor.
"I have some good and some bad news. . ." The Doctor began.
~~~ AN: Dun dun duuuun! Oh c'mon a little cliffhanger is good right? Well this was a long chapter because of the dialogue. Hope you liked it. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU again for all the reviews I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you and THANK YOU to everyone who left a review! I LOVE YOU!!
~~~~~ Ch. 3 - I'm Not Crazy I'm Just a Little Unwell
"Okay you can come in now." Piper called.
She sat on her bed as Grams entered with Phoebe and Prue to either side of her.
"Uhm. . .What's going on?" Piper asked.
"Piper, we're worried about you." Grams began.
"Oh God, is this like some kind of intervention?" Piper stood up, mortified. "Look, I promise I'm not crazy, suicidal, on drugs or an alcoholic, okay?"
"We heard you talking to yourself." Prue crossed her arms, eyeing Piper. Piper put her head back in frustration. She started speaking slowly but as her sentence progressed her frustration grew.
"Maybe. . .if someone around here would talk to me. . .I wouldn't have to have conversations with myself!"
"I talk to you!" Prue exclaimed.
"Girls. . ." Grams began.
"Oh, right, because saying hello, hanging all over your boyfriend and walking away is a conversation!" Piper yelled back.
"I so talk to you more than that, Piper!" Prue was angry now.
"Girls, please," Grams clenched and unclenched her fist, grimacing some.
"Grams?" Phoebe asked as Piper and Prue continued to yell.
"Ohhh, yes because dumping all your head cheerleader perfect life problems on me is a conversation too. Tell me Prue, what's the last thing you remember HEARING me say? And I don't mean me talking to myself." Piper Challenged.
"This is stupid, that's easy. . ." Prue put her arms down, her face twisted in thought. "It was about. . .Well it was-,"
"Uh. . .Guys. . ." Phoebe asked, watching Grams' face contort in what looked like pain.
"Thank you, Prue, for proving my point." Piper crossed her arms, content.
"Oh, get down off your high horse and realize that we care about you and we're worried-,"
Grams fell to the floor on her knees, letting out a moan of pain. Phoebe dropped to her knees next to Grams, who was now lying on the floor.
"GRAMS!" Prue and Piper rushed to her side.
"Grams, what's wrong?" Prue asked, more in shock then anything else.
"Grams?" Phoebe asked, just wanting a response out of her.
Piper had already left the room, running for the closest phone, in Prue's room. It rang just as she was picking it up.
"Hello beautiful," Andy's voice came through.
"Not Prue, Andy, gotta go, Grams needs help." Piper hung up on him and called for an Ambulance.
~~~
"Has she said anything to you?" Andy asked, sitting next to Prue in the plastic cushioned chairs of the hospital waiting room. He handed her a cup of coffee.
"No," Prue sighed, stirring the coffee.
"What about Phoebe?" Andy looked at the sleeping form of Prue's youngest sister. Phoebe was sprawled across two of the uncomfortable chairs.
"She's been asleep for a few hours now." Prue
"Maybe you should go talk to her, Prue." Andy suggested, looking at Piper, who was sitting sideways in one of the chairs, staring out the window with her knees pulled up. Her eyes were puffed and red much like Prue's and probably Phoebe's too.
"She doesn't want to talk to me." Prue had told Andy what had happened before they called an Ambulance for Grams. She looked down at her lap. "Andy, it's possible I may be the worst sister Phoebe and Piper could have."
"Now you know that's not true, and I should yell at you for saying such a thing." He assured her. "Now go and talk to her." He gave Prue a little push.
Piper wiped her eyes. Andy had shown up for Prue, and Phoebe was asleep. Prue and Andy were talking now over bad hospital coffee. Piper was left to stare out the window, once in awhile she wiped at stray tears that rolled down her cheeks.
"You're supposed to protect people, right Ty?" She asked softly as she stared out the window in to the dark night.
'I'm supposed to protect you.'
"To protect me? Grams protects me." She sniffled.
'Not in the way I do.'
"You want to protect me?" She asked.
'Very much so.' "Then help her." Piper wiped at her eyes.
'I can't, Piper. I'm sorry.'
"What use are Guardian Angels, huh? You can't do anything except make people think I'm crazy." She buried her face into her knees, hugging them closer as she began to cry for the fifth time that night.
'You'll find out soon enough.'
"Hey, P. . ."
Piper looked up to see Prue standing in front of her.
"Andy brought me this, but I've already have four. . ." Prue explained. "I thought maybe you'd want it."
Piper glanced at Andy, who was placing his coat over Phoebe, for her to use as a blanket.
"Thanks. . ." Piper accepted the cup, and turned so her back was against the back of the chair.
"Mind if I sit?" Prue asked. Piper simply shrugged.
"Free country." She muttered, not looking at Prue.
"Listen Piper, I-,"
"Don't, Prue." Piper cut her off. Prue looked at her. Piper took a shaky breath. "Don't come apologize and pretend to want to talk to me just because of what happened to Grams and because you feel guilty." Piper's eyes were filled.
"Piper-,"
"I might be crazy, or a loser or whatever-,"
"Piper, you're not a loser." Prue insisted.
"I know what you think, Prue. I've heard you. I'm your sister, and you stick up for me once in a while, but I'm just holding onto something you can't make me let go, so why bother." Piper looked at Prue. "I'm not as strong as you and Phoebe, Prue. I'm far from perfect, so forgive me, if I can't get over the biggest loss of my entire life. . . okay?" She asked, a tear falling down her cheek.
Prue was over come. Her eyes were filled and threatened to spill over at anytime. Piper put the coffee cup down on the table in front of her, and no sooner found herself enveloped in Prue's arms.
"Oh, Piper, I'm so sorry." Was all she could say.
Piper didn't move. She just cried and for once, she let Prue help her. Both girls cried. They didn't know how long they'd been sitting there, huddled together, crying. When they finally broke apart, Andy was asleep sitting next to Phoebe who was slowly sliding off her set of chairs. Both girls wiped their eyes and took deep breaths. Prue was about to speak when a doctor walked to the entrance of the waiting room. He had on a pristine white lab coat and was carrying a silver metal clipboard.
"Halliwell?" He asked. Prue and Piper stood up. Andy was startled awake and he looked around confused for a moment. Realization hit him and he walked over to stand behind Piper and Prue, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, to let them know he was there.
"Would you come to my office so I can speak to you about your grandmother?" The doctor questioned.
"No." Prue and Piper both said. They knew they wouldn't be able to move. Their legs felt like cement weights.
"You can tell us right here." Prue told him, knowing Piper was unable to speak.
"Very well, please have a seat." He instructed. All of them sat down, the doctor sat facing them. Phoebe woke up groggily.
"Pheebs, why don't you come and sit with us?" Piper suggested. Phoebe tiredly walked over and climbed into Piper's lap, placing her head down on Piper's shoulder. She was still half asleep.
"Is Grams okay?" She sounded almost like a 5 year old.
"We're gonna find out." Prue said. She looked at the doctor.
"I have some good and some bad news. . ." The Doctor began.
~~~ AN: Dun dun duuuun! Oh c'mon a little cliffhanger is good right? Well this was a long chapter because of the dialogue. Hope you liked it. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU again for all the reviews I LOVE YOU GUYS!
