A/N: Prue's first day here. Next chapter, I'll move it up a bit. If you're
looking for naughty kiddos, read Little Hero under my profile, or Small
Packages by gidgetgirl on my faves list.
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"Yummy cookies, cookies are yummy, yummy in my tummy, chocolate chip are best," Prue sang loudly, zooming her cookie around in the air. Her white, lacy dress had cookie crumbs, and little splodges of chocolate all over it now and her face was smeared with the remnants of cookie-eating glory. Paige leaned against the counter as she watched, an amused smile on her face.
"Are you gonna eat that, or just fly it?" she asked lightly, grinning at the little girl. Hastily, Prue stuffed the cookie into her mouth in one big gulp, and smiled happily at Paige, her cheeks bulging like a guinea pig.
"Now say pussy-cat," Paige said laughingly, thinking of her adoptive parents' saying. Prue frowned, her forehead creasing in puzzlement. She swallowed, and then looked curiously at Paige.
"Why pussy-cat?" she demanded. Paige shrugged nonchalantly, with a wry smile. Four equals the 'why' stage, she thought ruefully.
"It's just to check if your mouth is too full," she told the little girl. "If you can't say it, then you've got too much in your mouth." Prue giggled suddenly, going off into peals of little kid laughter.
"That's silly," she informed Paige. Paige smiled, almost enchanted by the little girl. From photos of the Charmed Ones, before her, she'd always seen Prue as the slightly stern, and often worried eldest sister. This little one had short dark hair, big blue eyes, and the same porcelain skin as Paige herself.
"Oh it is, is it?" Piper drawled, from the doorway. She met Paige's eyes. "What did Grams say about filling your mouth too full?"
Prue instantly looked guilty, looking down at the ground, her long eyelashes curling on her cheeks.
"Uh, Paige, can I talk to you a second?" Piper said, raising her eyebrows at her younger sister. Paige frowned. Piper jerked her head towards the oblivious kiddo, who was intent on making her last cookie into cookie crumbs.
Paige followed the eldest Charmed one into the living room, and dropped with a sigh onto the couch.
"What's up?" she asked. Piper picked up a silver frame on the shelf, and held it close, her face softening as she gazed at it.
"Uh, Piper?' Paige repeated. Piper looked up, her long brown hair falling behind her shoulders. "The up-ness, what is it?"
Piper set the photo down on the side, and folded her hands.
"I don't think - I spent days after Prue died, trying to get her back. It can't have been this easy to return her to us, even if she *is* four," Piper frowned slightly at the illogic of it, "So I don't think - I don't think it can be permanent. The Elders, once they work out what's happened, they'll take her away. So I think I'm saying, don't get too attached, is all." She finished, and her normally steady brown eyes met Paige's, filled with swirling emotions.
"Okay," Paige nodded slowly. "So while she's here, we do what exactly?"
Piper shrugged. "I really don't know."
"Well, that little white dress she's gotten on is cute and all," Paige sighed, "But she's four. And a witch. So it's not gonna last very long. We need to get her some clothes, pj's, even if it's just for the night."
"True," Piper agreed. "Would you mind- taking her?" she looked at Paige pleadingly. "I'm kinda weirded out at the moment. I need to think, and that is possibly not a good idea with Miss-Broke-Stuff when she had powers."
"Sure," Paige nodded. After all, a mall was a mall was a mall. And shopping in the children's section would be cool.
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"Hello? Guys?" Phoebe tried, stepping into the hallway. She shrugged off her short blue jacket, and slung it over a hook, her high heeled boots clicking on the polished floor, as she made her way into the kitchen. There was no one there, but a plate of Piper's brownies sat on the counter-top.
She raked a hand through her hair, and fluffed it out, glancing at her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. Her cheeks had been stung bright red by the wind outside.
"Guys?" she called again. Laughter floated out from the living room. Phoebe grinned, and wandered over to the door, stepping in.
"What you doing?" she called playfully, sing-songing her words. A small dark head popped up from behind the couch.
"Are you Phoebe?' Prue asked, interestedly. Phoebe gasped.
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"My sister is back from the dead," Phoebe stated, her voice even. She stared at Piper wide eyed. "How did this happen?"
"I think I tapped into the power of the Charmed Ones," Piper admitted, chewing her lower lip, as she watched Paige and Prue playing a clapping game, that resulted in fits of laughter. "It brought her back."
"It really is Prue," Phoebe said wistfully. "I never knew her at that age. I was too young. What was she like?"
"Bossy," Piper answered after some consideration. "And obstinate. And a toy stealer." She caught Phoebe's amused look, and folded her arms across her chest defensively. "What? She was! I lost a lot of toys that way."
"She's kinda cute," Phoebe said, with a little grin, looking from Piper to the small girl seated on the rug. "Neat outfit, too."
"Shopping expedition," Piper replied. "Paige likes shopping."
"Ah," Phoebe nodded, her eyes sparkling. "So we have a mini Prue. Does this make her our new youngest sister?"
"Don't get too attached," Piper warned, her eyebrows rising. "She's adorable, yes. But the Elders are going to throw a fit over this."
Phoebe cocked her head on one side, as she looked at her sister inquisitively. "And you're going to let them take her away again?"
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"Bedtime, Prue," Paige said firmly, giving a big yawn herself to encourage the little girl along. Prue shook her head, her dark hair flying out as she made a definite 'no' sign.
"Nope, Paige," she replied, equally firmly. 'No bed." The little girl was curled up on the couch, watching cartoons on a kid's channel they had discovered they had. Phoebe and Piper sat either side of Prue, holding her close. The little girl beamed up at the elders, knowing that they supported her in the 'no bed' argument.
"Prue, if you don't go to bed, you won't get enough sleep, and you'll miss tomorrow morning," Paige said persuasively, directing a 'help' look at her sisters. Piper yawned, and looked away. Phoebe pulled Prue onto her lap, and cuddled her some more, deliberately not meeting Paige's eyes.
"I don't want to go to bed," Prue said very deliberately. "I want to stay up."
"Well, bedtime is at eight o'clock, Prue, and it's eight thirty. Late enough," Paige answered, meeting the child's blue gaze head on with her own dark brown.
"Please?" Prue opened her eyes wide, and batted long eyelashes appealingly. She snuggled into Phoebe.
"Please?" Phoebe echoed, wrapping her arms around Prue, and nestling her chin into the child's silky hair. Paige looked at Piper, who shrugged.
"It won't hurt," she reasoned. Paige shook her head in disbelief.
"And you want a B.A.B.Y!" she hissed. "Rules are necessary. Or she'll ride rough-shot over you." She sent a scowl towards Prue who was immensely smug that her two eldest sisters were fighting her battle for her.
"But she's so cute," Phoebe pleaded. Paige folded her arms.
"Prue, bed. Now," she emphasised. The little girl met her eyes, and reluctantly slid off the couch.
"Goodnight Piper, goodnight Phoebe," she said sweetly. She shot a glare at Paige, and stalked off upstairs. Paige sighed. It looked like she'd be taking the Mommy role.
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A/N: Okay, I got plans for this fic, but if you want to see mini Prue somewhere, then let me know in a review!
REVIEW!!
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"Yummy cookies, cookies are yummy, yummy in my tummy, chocolate chip are best," Prue sang loudly, zooming her cookie around in the air. Her white, lacy dress had cookie crumbs, and little splodges of chocolate all over it now and her face was smeared with the remnants of cookie-eating glory. Paige leaned against the counter as she watched, an amused smile on her face.
"Are you gonna eat that, or just fly it?" she asked lightly, grinning at the little girl. Hastily, Prue stuffed the cookie into her mouth in one big gulp, and smiled happily at Paige, her cheeks bulging like a guinea pig.
"Now say pussy-cat," Paige said laughingly, thinking of her adoptive parents' saying. Prue frowned, her forehead creasing in puzzlement. She swallowed, and then looked curiously at Paige.
"Why pussy-cat?" she demanded. Paige shrugged nonchalantly, with a wry smile. Four equals the 'why' stage, she thought ruefully.
"It's just to check if your mouth is too full," she told the little girl. "If you can't say it, then you've got too much in your mouth." Prue giggled suddenly, going off into peals of little kid laughter.
"That's silly," she informed Paige. Paige smiled, almost enchanted by the little girl. From photos of the Charmed Ones, before her, she'd always seen Prue as the slightly stern, and often worried eldest sister. This little one had short dark hair, big blue eyes, and the same porcelain skin as Paige herself.
"Oh it is, is it?" Piper drawled, from the doorway. She met Paige's eyes. "What did Grams say about filling your mouth too full?"
Prue instantly looked guilty, looking down at the ground, her long eyelashes curling on her cheeks.
"Uh, Paige, can I talk to you a second?" Piper said, raising her eyebrows at her younger sister. Paige frowned. Piper jerked her head towards the oblivious kiddo, who was intent on making her last cookie into cookie crumbs.
Paige followed the eldest Charmed one into the living room, and dropped with a sigh onto the couch.
"What's up?" she asked. Piper picked up a silver frame on the shelf, and held it close, her face softening as she gazed at it.
"Uh, Piper?' Paige repeated. Piper looked up, her long brown hair falling behind her shoulders. "The up-ness, what is it?"
Piper set the photo down on the side, and folded her hands.
"I don't think - I spent days after Prue died, trying to get her back. It can't have been this easy to return her to us, even if she *is* four," Piper frowned slightly at the illogic of it, "So I don't think - I don't think it can be permanent. The Elders, once they work out what's happened, they'll take her away. So I think I'm saying, don't get too attached, is all." She finished, and her normally steady brown eyes met Paige's, filled with swirling emotions.
"Okay," Paige nodded slowly. "So while she's here, we do what exactly?"
Piper shrugged. "I really don't know."
"Well, that little white dress she's gotten on is cute and all," Paige sighed, "But she's four. And a witch. So it's not gonna last very long. We need to get her some clothes, pj's, even if it's just for the night."
"True," Piper agreed. "Would you mind- taking her?" she looked at Paige pleadingly. "I'm kinda weirded out at the moment. I need to think, and that is possibly not a good idea with Miss-Broke-Stuff when she had powers."
"Sure," Paige nodded. After all, a mall was a mall was a mall. And shopping in the children's section would be cool.
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"Hello? Guys?" Phoebe tried, stepping into the hallway. She shrugged off her short blue jacket, and slung it over a hook, her high heeled boots clicking on the polished floor, as she made her way into the kitchen. There was no one there, but a plate of Piper's brownies sat on the counter-top.
She raked a hand through her hair, and fluffed it out, glancing at her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. Her cheeks had been stung bright red by the wind outside.
"Guys?" she called again. Laughter floated out from the living room. Phoebe grinned, and wandered over to the door, stepping in.
"What you doing?" she called playfully, sing-songing her words. A small dark head popped up from behind the couch.
"Are you Phoebe?' Prue asked, interestedly. Phoebe gasped.
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"My sister is back from the dead," Phoebe stated, her voice even. She stared at Piper wide eyed. "How did this happen?"
"I think I tapped into the power of the Charmed Ones," Piper admitted, chewing her lower lip, as she watched Paige and Prue playing a clapping game, that resulted in fits of laughter. "It brought her back."
"It really is Prue," Phoebe said wistfully. "I never knew her at that age. I was too young. What was she like?"
"Bossy," Piper answered after some consideration. "And obstinate. And a toy stealer." She caught Phoebe's amused look, and folded her arms across her chest defensively. "What? She was! I lost a lot of toys that way."
"She's kinda cute," Phoebe said, with a little grin, looking from Piper to the small girl seated on the rug. "Neat outfit, too."
"Shopping expedition," Piper replied. "Paige likes shopping."
"Ah," Phoebe nodded, her eyes sparkling. "So we have a mini Prue. Does this make her our new youngest sister?"
"Don't get too attached," Piper warned, her eyebrows rising. "She's adorable, yes. But the Elders are going to throw a fit over this."
Phoebe cocked her head on one side, as she looked at her sister inquisitively. "And you're going to let them take her away again?"
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"Bedtime, Prue," Paige said firmly, giving a big yawn herself to encourage the little girl along. Prue shook her head, her dark hair flying out as she made a definite 'no' sign.
"Nope, Paige," she replied, equally firmly. 'No bed." The little girl was curled up on the couch, watching cartoons on a kid's channel they had discovered they had. Phoebe and Piper sat either side of Prue, holding her close. The little girl beamed up at the elders, knowing that they supported her in the 'no bed' argument.
"Prue, if you don't go to bed, you won't get enough sleep, and you'll miss tomorrow morning," Paige said persuasively, directing a 'help' look at her sisters. Piper yawned, and looked away. Phoebe pulled Prue onto her lap, and cuddled her some more, deliberately not meeting Paige's eyes.
"I don't want to go to bed," Prue said very deliberately. "I want to stay up."
"Well, bedtime is at eight o'clock, Prue, and it's eight thirty. Late enough," Paige answered, meeting the child's blue gaze head on with her own dark brown.
"Please?" Prue opened her eyes wide, and batted long eyelashes appealingly. She snuggled into Phoebe.
"Please?" Phoebe echoed, wrapping her arms around Prue, and nestling her chin into the child's silky hair. Paige looked at Piper, who shrugged.
"It won't hurt," she reasoned. Paige shook her head in disbelief.
"And you want a B.A.B.Y!" she hissed. "Rules are necessary. Or she'll ride rough-shot over you." She sent a scowl towards Prue who was immensely smug that her two eldest sisters were fighting her battle for her.
"But she's so cute," Phoebe pleaded. Paige folded her arms.
"Prue, bed. Now," she emphasised. The little girl met her eyes, and reluctantly slid off the couch.
"Goodnight Piper, goodnight Phoebe," she said sweetly. She shot a glare at Paige, and stalked off upstairs. Paige sighed. It looked like she'd be taking the Mommy role.
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A/N: Okay, I got plans for this fic, but if you want to see mini Prue somewhere, then let me know in a review!
REVIEW!!