A/N: Two chapters, one day. Be pleased.
"We're back," Piper announced, opening the door of the mansion. Prue ran in past her, and. Andy hurtled out of the conservatory, and skidded to a halt in the hall. The little girl stopped short, The boy in front of her shoved his hands deep into his pockets and gave her a gap-toothed grin.
"Prue," he yelled. Her eyes lit up, a delighted smile on her baby pink lips.
"Andy!" she yelled back exuberantly, flinging herself at him. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I knew I'd made you come, I knew it," she whispered. Andy's ears turned pink, he had never seen Prue this happy to see him before. He wriggled uncomfortably.
"Prue, you're hurting," he protested, struggling. Piper tried not to grin, folding her arms across her chest as she waited. Reluctantly, the little girl released her friend.
"Let's play," she tugged on Andy's wrist impatiently.
"Hold it right there, missy," Piper stepped forward, clearing her throat. "You two. In the kitchen. Now please." Andy leant across to Prue, and whispered in her ear. Giggling, she nodded, and turned to face Piper.
"Left turn," Andy yelled, wheeling on his heel, Prue falling into step beside him as they marched into the kitchen, gales of giggles and laughter from the two.
"Did I miss something?" Paige asked, wandering into the hall, staring after the children. Piper smiled.
"Andy and Prue would make up all these games," she remembered, a soft expression in her eyes. "Half the time it was cowboys and Indians."
"Ahh," Paige nodded knowledgably. "The cute cowboy costume."
"Howdy," they heard Andy greet Phoebe in the kitchen, and her delighted laugh. Sighing, Paige and Piper headed towards the kitchen.
"Heya," Phoebe greeted them, handing Andy a cookie. Piper narrowed her eyes.
"You're awfully chipper," she commented, examining Phoebe.
"Don't we have to.." Paige said under her breath. Piper nodded.
"You two," she addressed the children currently stuffing oatmeal raisin cookies into their mouths, wide-eyed.
"Oh boy," Paige sank onto a chair. "It's never good when she uses that tone."
"Tone?' Piper glanced at her. "I'm not using a tone."
"You're using a tone," Phoebe said, gravely, breaking off a cookie.
"Anyway," Piper shook her head in exasperation, and looked down at Prue and Andy. "Sweetie, remember the talk we had? In the car, on spells for personal gain?"
Prue's expression turned mulish, and sulky. "No," she muttered, crumbling her cookie in her tiny fingers. Andy took her other hand in his, squeezing it tight.
Piper sighed, sitting down at the table, sympathy on her face.
"Sweetheart, you called Andy here. You used the power of the Charmed ones to pull him out of his home and bring him. It's selfish, sweetie. Andy can't stay, he has to go home, and grow up with his Mommy and Daddy. Prue, you have to send him back," she finished, gently.
The blackhaired little witch shook her head violently.
"No!" she yelled defiantly. "I don't want to. Everyone's gone far far away, and I wanted to play with Andy, because he isn't mean, and he plays properly. I don't want Andy to go back. I don't want him to!" Her blue eyes angry and tearful, the four-year-old turned and ran away upstairs. Solemnly, Andy glared at each of them in turn.
"You made Prue cry," he accused them, his tiny feathery eyebrows knotted in a fierce scowl. "We don't do that kind of thing in my town." He strode off after Prue.
"Oh well, so long as she's happy, he might as well stay," Phoebe sighed, biting into a cookie. She broke out into a wide beam. "Piper, these cookies are delicious."
Piper looked at Paige suspiciously. "What did you do to her?"
Paige backed away. "Well, I kinda tried out a magical pick-me-up," she hedged, fiddling with her fingers.
"What did you do?" Piper demanded, looking at Phoebe, who had picked up her coffee cup and was humming softly, as she headed into the living room.
Paige heaved a sigh. "There was a spell, in the Book of Shadows for those in emotional pain, angst angst angst, you know the deal," she explained, making vague hand gestures. "So I did the spell, and poof, happy Phoebe. Only, my hand kinda slipped over the bowl, and instead of two drops, she got half the bottle."
"Oh dear God," Piper exclaimed, staring after Phoebe. "She'll be on cloud nine. And start charging rent to people who go up there."
"Don't worry, it's temporary," Paige consoled, patting her hand. "It should have lasted two hours or so with an ordinary basis, so, probably tomorrow she'll be back to her normal, angsty-driven self," she nodded, satisfied.
"I'm going to sort out Andy and Prue," Piper looked Paige up and down. "You. Keep an eye on little Miss Chipper there."
She got to Prue's room before coming across any sign of 'unusual' activity. Andy stood barring the way, his small arms folded.
"Sorry, ma'am, I can't let you in," he said, apologetically. "You upset Prue. She doesn't want to see you."
"Andy, honey," Piper injected a little Mommy-tone into her persuasive voice. "If I don't see Prue, you won't get to go home, to your Mommy." It was well known amongst the Halliwells that Andy, once in any trouble, would yell for his mom. It had been regarded with great scathing, even by Phoebe, the baby, who would not have dreamed of calling for Grams.
Andy swallowed, but lifted his chin resolutely. "Sorry, can't let you in."
Piper sighed, and froze the child. "Sorry, sweetheart." She tapped on Prue's door.
"Prue, sweetie, can I come in?" she tried, turning the handle. She pushed open the door a little, showing the little girl sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms folded, back to the door. Piper remembered the pose well, it was a classic Prue-angry style.
"Honey, Andy has to go home," she came over, and sat down by the little girl, putting an arm around her tiny shoulders. Prue wriggled away, crossly.
"I don't want him to," she stated, her lower lip jutting. She lifted big blue eyes to Piper's face, and tried a hopeful, 'Please?"
"Sorry, kid. No can do. We need to send him back," Piper said firmly. Prue's tiny eyebrows formed a scowl, and she glared at Piper, sliding off the bed.
"No!"
"Yes, we do," Piper answered calmly. Prue stamped her foot, and several of the objects dotted around the room began to float shakily.
"NO!"
"Uh, Prue-"Piper began, looking around. Prue covered her ears with her hands and shook her head.
"Nonononononononononono!" she screamed, and the objects dropped.
"Okay, that's it," Piper lifted her into her lap, and hugged the little girl. Prue's screams gave way to deep sobs, wrenched from her tiny body. Piper rocked her back and forth, holding the child close, murmuring nonsense under her breath to calm her down. Gradually, Prue relaxed, and curled into her lap, holding Piper tightly.
"Sweetie, we're going to go up to the attic, and say goodbye to Andy now," Piper said, in a measured tone, taking Prue's hand. Sniffling, the little girl nodded, and the two made their way toward the attic, Piper taking Andy's (very confused) hand as they went.
"You've played with me,
And been real nice,
Good to see,
Goodbye Andy,"
Prue recited in a shaky voice, looking at her friend. Andy waved cheerfully as he disappeared. Paige frowned.
"I'm not even gonna point out the errors in that spell's rhyme scheme," she muttered. Piper smiled at her.
"Don't even think about it," she whispered back. Prue turned to them, a smile breaking over her face.
"I'm ready to go home now," she announced.
A/N: Yeah, I'm moving waaay fast for this, but it needs a conclusion, and I refuse to write decently. Next couple of chapters – Prue discovers Mommy's dead, and she can't go home, and then I'll skip to the resolution, babies being born, and some baby fluff before the end.
"We're back," Piper announced, opening the door of the mansion. Prue ran in past her, and. Andy hurtled out of the conservatory, and skidded to a halt in the hall. The little girl stopped short, The boy in front of her shoved his hands deep into his pockets and gave her a gap-toothed grin.
"Prue," he yelled. Her eyes lit up, a delighted smile on her baby pink lips.
"Andy!" she yelled back exuberantly, flinging herself at him. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I knew I'd made you come, I knew it," she whispered. Andy's ears turned pink, he had never seen Prue this happy to see him before. He wriggled uncomfortably.
"Prue, you're hurting," he protested, struggling. Piper tried not to grin, folding her arms across her chest as she waited. Reluctantly, the little girl released her friend.
"Let's play," she tugged on Andy's wrist impatiently.
"Hold it right there, missy," Piper stepped forward, clearing her throat. "You two. In the kitchen. Now please." Andy leant across to Prue, and whispered in her ear. Giggling, she nodded, and turned to face Piper.
"Left turn," Andy yelled, wheeling on his heel, Prue falling into step beside him as they marched into the kitchen, gales of giggles and laughter from the two.
"Did I miss something?" Paige asked, wandering into the hall, staring after the children. Piper smiled.
"Andy and Prue would make up all these games," she remembered, a soft expression in her eyes. "Half the time it was cowboys and Indians."
"Ahh," Paige nodded knowledgably. "The cute cowboy costume."
"Howdy," they heard Andy greet Phoebe in the kitchen, and her delighted laugh. Sighing, Paige and Piper headed towards the kitchen.
"Heya," Phoebe greeted them, handing Andy a cookie. Piper narrowed her eyes.
"You're awfully chipper," she commented, examining Phoebe.
"Don't we have to.." Paige said under her breath. Piper nodded.
"You two," she addressed the children currently stuffing oatmeal raisin cookies into their mouths, wide-eyed.
"Oh boy," Paige sank onto a chair. "It's never good when she uses that tone."
"Tone?' Piper glanced at her. "I'm not using a tone."
"You're using a tone," Phoebe said, gravely, breaking off a cookie.
"Anyway," Piper shook her head in exasperation, and looked down at Prue and Andy. "Sweetie, remember the talk we had? In the car, on spells for personal gain?"
Prue's expression turned mulish, and sulky. "No," she muttered, crumbling her cookie in her tiny fingers. Andy took her other hand in his, squeezing it tight.
Piper sighed, sitting down at the table, sympathy on her face.
"Sweetheart, you called Andy here. You used the power of the Charmed ones to pull him out of his home and bring him. It's selfish, sweetie. Andy can't stay, he has to go home, and grow up with his Mommy and Daddy. Prue, you have to send him back," she finished, gently.
The blackhaired little witch shook her head violently.
"No!" she yelled defiantly. "I don't want to. Everyone's gone far far away, and I wanted to play with Andy, because he isn't mean, and he plays properly. I don't want Andy to go back. I don't want him to!" Her blue eyes angry and tearful, the four-year-old turned and ran away upstairs. Solemnly, Andy glared at each of them in turn.
"You made Prue cry," he accused them, his tiny feathery eyebrows knotted in a fierce scowl. "We don't do that kind of thing in my town." He strode off after Prue.
"Oh well, so long as she's happy, he might as well stay," Phoebe sighed, biting into a cookie. She broke out into a wide beam. "Piper, these cookies are delicious."
Piper looked at Paige suspiciously. "What did you do to her?"
Paige backed away. "Well, I kinda tried out a magical pick-me-up," she hedged, fiddling with her fingers.
"What did you do?" Piper demanded, looking at Phoebe, who had picked up her coffee cup and was humming softly, as she headed into the living room.
Paige heaved a sigh. "There was a spell, in the Book of Shadows for those in emotional pain, angst angst angst, you know the deal," she explained, making vague hand gestures. "So I did the spell, and poof, happy Phoebe. Only, my hand kinda slipped over the bowl, and instead of two drops, she got half the bottle."
"Oh dear God," Piper exclaimed, staring after Phoebe. "She'll be on cloud nine. And start charging rent to people who go up there."
"Don't worry, it's temporary," Paige consoled, patting her hand. "It should have lasted two hours or so with an ordinary basis, so, probably tomorrow she'll be back to her normal, angsty-driven self," she nodded, satisfied.
"I'm going to sort out Andy and Prue," Piper looked Paige up and down. "You. Keep an eye on little Miss Chipper there."
She got to Prue's room before coming across any sign of 'unusual' activity. Andy stood barring the way, his small arms folded.
"Sorry, ma'am, I can't let you in," he said, apologetically. "You upset Prue. She doesn't want to see you."
"Andy, honey," Piper injected a little Mommy-tone into her persuasive voice. "If I don't see Prue, you won't get to go home, to your Mommy." It was well known amongst the Halliwells that Andy, once in any trouble, would yell for his mom. It had been regarded with great scathing, even by Phoebe, the baby, who would not have dreamed of calling for Grams.
Andy swallowed, but lifted his chin resolutely. "Sorry, can't let you in."
Piper sighed, and froze the child. "Sorry, sweetheart." She tapped on Prue's door.
"Prue, sweetie, can I come in?" she tried, turning the handle. She pushed open the door a little, showing the little girl sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms folded, back to the door. Piper remembered the pose well, it was a classic Prue-angry style.
"Honey, Andy has to go home," she came over, and sat down by the little girl, putting an arm around her tiny shoulders. Prue wriggled away, crossly.
"I don't want him to," she stated, her lower lip jutting. She lifted big blue eyes to Piper's face, and tried a hopeful, 'Please?"
"Sorry, kid. No can do. We need to send him back," Piper said firmly. Prue's tiny eyebrows formed a scowl, and she glared at Piper, sliding off the bed.
"No!"
"Yes, we do," Piper answered calmly. Prue stamped her foot, and several of the objects dotted around the room began to float shakily.
"NO!"
"Uh, Prue-"Piper began, looking around. Prue covered her ears with her hands and shook her head.
"Nonononononononononono!" she screamed, and the objects dropped.
"Okay, that's it," Piper lifted her into her lap, and hugged the little girl. Prue's screams gave way to deep sobs, wrenched from her tiny body. Piper rocked her back and forth, holding the child close, murmuring nonsense under her breath to calm her down. Gradually, Prue relaxed, and curled into her lap, holding Piper tightly.
"Sweetie, we're going to go up to the attic, and say goodbye to Andy now," Piper said, in a measured tone, taking Prue's hand. Sniffling, the little girl nodded, and the two made their way toward the attic, Piper taking Andy's (very confused) hand as they went.
"You've played with me,
And been real nice,
Good to see,
Goodbye Andy,"
Prue recited in a shaky voice, looking at her friend. Andy waved cheerfully as he disappeared. Paige frowned.
"I'm not even gonna point out the errors in that spell's rhyme scheme," she muttered. Piper smiled at her.
"Don't even think about it," she whispered back. Prue turned to them, a smile breaking over her face.
"I'm ready to go home now," she announced.
A/N: Yeah, I'm moving waaay fast for this, but it needs a conclusion, and I refuse to write decently. Next couple of chapters – Prue discovers Mommy's dead, and she can't go home, and then I'll skip to the resolution, babies being born, and some baby fluff before the end.