Paris says nothing, just smiles weakly and opens the door, stepping to the
side to let him in. Shed always liked Darryl, he was a nice guy, but he
didnt know they were witched so she pushed all thoughts of her father to
the back of her mind. As Darryl stood there, seeing so much of Andy in
Paris, it was hard for him not to get all Uncle-y on her, but he knew Paris
thought that kind of think was patronising, being comforted like a child.
That, she got from her mother. From her father, she got his green eyes,
that look about her like she was analysing everything and anything around
her.
"What can I do for you Darryl?" "Im looking for your mom. Is she here?"
Remembering her mother, Prues, earlier words that she didnt want to talk to Darryl right now, Paris lied.
"My moms not here. She went shopping about 20 minutes ago."
Handing Paris his card, he told her
"If you ever need to talk, just call me." "Thanks Darryl, but I'll be okay." "If you do, anytime."
Paris shut the door slowly behind Darryl, watching him get into his car, in case anything tried to attack. Nothing did, and, after seeing him drive down the street, Paris shut the door.
10 minutes later, Prue walked down the stairs, dressed in a white bath robe, rubbing her dark brown hair with a towel. Paris sat in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar, eating some toast, with a mug of coffee. Looking at the clock, Prue noticed it was half past two.
"A little late for eating breakfast dont you think?" "Nope." Paris replied, more than a little resentful.
Prue poured herself another mug of coffee and sat down opposite her daughter, Paris.
"Honey, Ive been thinking, about your powers, maybe we should bind them for a while, at least until youre older."
Paris sat there, hearing her mothers words, not sure whether to fling something across the room, because that might only prove her mothers point. Instead of the usual angry reaction, Paris nodded.
"Until when?"
Prue, shocked at not getting something hurled at her, or flung across the room, stared for a moment.
"Ive still got to talk to Piper and Phoebe, and I wont do it without youre permission..."
"Youre my mom. Whatever you think is best."
"What do you think?", Prue asked her daughter.
"What do I think about what? How my powers are useless anyway, because I couldnt even save my own father? About how I hate these powers, because they bring nothing but death and destruction? About how I know that youre hurting, but you put on this brave face like everythings okay, but its not, mom, its not okay."
Paris' words rung true in her mothers ears. Once again, Prue thought, Paris is dead on with her observations, but has an extremely tactless way of saying it. I miss Andy, I really do, and I blame myself for not being able to save him. I know I could have done something, but I cant tell Paris that...Steadying her voice, and blinking back the tears that were threatening.
"Sweetie, it was Andys destiny to die that night. If we were meant to save him, we would have."
"Oh dont give me all that fate bullshit. I hate fate, I hate destiny, I hate the Elders, and I hate my stupid powers."
Everyone hates the Elders, Prue thought to herself. As for fate and destiny, well, they gave us our powers. And, hard as it is for me to come to terms with Andys death, it was meant to be. Prue stood up and walked around to her daughter, who was now crying, and held her.
"What can I do for you Darryl?" "Im looking for your mom. Is she here?"
Remembering her mother, Prues, earlier words that she didnt want to talk to Darryl right now, Paris lied.
"My moms not here. She went shopping about 20 minutes ago."
Handing Paris his card, he told her
"If you ever need to talk, just call me." "Thanks Darryl, but I'll be okay." "If you do, anytime."
Paris shut the door slowly behind Darryl, watching him get into his car, in case anything tried to attack. Nothing did, and, after seeing him drive down the street, Paris shut the door.
10 minutes later, Prue walked down the stairs, dressed in a white bath robe, rubbing her dark brown hair with a towel. Paris sat in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar, eating some toast, with a mug of coffee. Looking at the clock, Prue noticed it was half past two.
"A little late for eating breakfast dont you think?" "Nope." Paris replied, more than a little resentful.
Prue poured herself another mug of coffee and sat down opposite her daughter, Paris.
"Honey, Ive been thinking, about your powers, maybe we should bind them for a while, at least until youre older."
Paris sat there, hearing her mothers words, not sure whether to fling something across the room, because that might only prove her mothers point. Instead of the usual angry reaction, Paris nodded.
"Until when?"
Prue, shocked at not getting something hurled at her, or flung across the room, stared for a moment.
"Ive still got to talk to Piper and Phoebe, and I wont do it without youre permission..."
"Youre my mom. Whatever you think is best."
"What do you think?", Prue asked her daughter.
"What do I think about what? How my powers are useless anyway, because I couldnt even save my own father? About how I hate these powers, because they bring nothing but death and destruction? About how I know that youre hurting, but you put on this brave face like everythings okay, but its not, mom, its not okay."
Paris' words rung true in her mothers ears. Once again, Prue thought, Paris is dead on with her observations, but has an extremely tactless way of saying it. I miss Andy, I really do, and I blame myself for not being able to save him. I know I could have done something, but I cant tell Paris that...Steadying her voice, and blinking back the tears that were threatening.
"Sweetie, it was Andys destiny to die that night. If we were meant to save him, we would have."
"Oh dont give me all that fate bullshit. I hate fate, I hate destiny, I hate the Elders, and I hate my stupid powers."
Everyone hates the Elders, Prue thought to herself. As for fate and destiny, well, they gave us our powers. And, hard as it is for me to come to terms with Andys death, it was meant to be. Prue stood up and walked around to her daughter, who was now crying, and held her.