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She's figured out all her doubts
Were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time to smash the silence
With a brick of self-control
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Prue and Phoebe were watching TV in the living room when Piper got home.
"Hey, sweetie, we're in here." Prue called.
Piper came in and tossed her coat and purse on loveseat opposite the couch Phoebe was laying on. Prue scooted over so Piper could sit down next to her.
"Well, did you get the job?" Phoebe asked anxiously.
Piper's face broke into a huge grin. "I start tomorrow."
Prue threw her arms around her older sister. "Honey, that's great."
Phoebe started to get up to hug her sister, but sat back down instantly, pain coursing through her body.
"Honey, what happened?" Piper asked, noticing for the first time the bruises covering Phoebe's body.
Phoebe's nose wrinkled dissmissively. "It's nothing. I'm fine, really, just a few bumps and bruises."
"She was riding her bike and got hit by a car." Prue explained. "She was unconscious for two hours, terrified the hell out of me."
Piper's jaw dropped. "Oh my God."
"I'm fine." Phoebe insisted. "Prue's been taking good care of me. She hasn't let me get off the couch all day."
Piper turned to look at her older sister. "Two hours? Why didn't you call me?"
"I don't know." Prue stammered. "I was so scared, I could barely talk, let alone use the phone. Ask Andy, he'll tell you."
"Andy?" Phoebe and Piper asked simultaniously.
Prue nodded, remembering now that she hadn't told either of her sisters how her morning had been. "I, um, ran into Andy Trudeau today. Twice, actually."
"When?" Piper asked.
"The second time, in the hospital." Prue answered, biting her lip. "And the first time, right after I quit my job."
"Wait, you what?" Phoebe asked. "Why didn't you tell me this?"
"Well, when I got home we weren't exactly communicating." Prue replied. "And after the accident, I didn't want to worry you."
Piper pulled Prue into a hug. "It's about damn time. Honey, you were miserable working for him."
"Believe me, I know." Prue said.
"Welcome to the ranks of the unemployed." Phoebe said, smiling. "It sucks ass. You're gonna love it."
They started laughing, and were still giggling minutes later when Prue's gaze fell on the TV screen. "Pheebs, turn that up." she said to her youngest sister, who had the remote. Phoebe obliged and raised the volume. "That's him." Prue said. "That's Andy."
They were watching a news report on a string of murders. Andy was on screen, talking about the investigation.
"Wow, he looks good." Piper mused. "When did he come back to San Francisco?"
"Um, a while ago." Prue responded, making a mental note to ask him exactly when.
"So, what did he say?" Phoebe wanted to know.
"You mean on TV?" Prue asked evasively.
Phoebe threw a pillow at her. "No, smartass, this morning."
Prue curled up against Piper, hugging the pillow. "Oh, just small talk. He's a cop now, obviously." she said, gesturing to the television where Andy was no longer on camera.
"And?" Piper pressed.
"And, he asked for my phone number." Prue said, blushing silghtly.
"Ooooooohhhhh." Piper and Phoebe chorused. Prue glared at them both.
"Oh, gosh, look at the time." Prue said lightly, changing the subject.
Piper and Phoebe both glanced at the clock. "Dinner time?" Phoebe asked.
"In honour of her new job as head chef, I say we let Piper practice on us." Prue suggested.
Piper glowered at her, but got up. "Fine." she said. "But only because Phoebe's hurt, and Prue... well... yeah."
"Hey!" Prue said. "Are you insulting my cooking?"
Piper pursed her lips, nodding.
Prue made a face at her, then stopped mid-scowl. "Wait, does this mean I don't have to cook anymore?"
Piper and Phoebe exchanged glances. If Prue didn't cook, that meant the chore would fall between them. They thought about this, then shook their heads. "Nah."
Prue sighed, and sat far down in the seat, pouting. "Fine, but I better not hear any complaints."
Piper and Phoebe moved their fingers across their lips in a zipping motion.
Prue frowned at them. "See, you tease me all you want, but the minute someone suggests you two share all the cooking duties from now on..."
Piper jumped back onto the loveseat, landing on top of her older sister. "We tease because we love." she assured her, giving Prue a kiss on the cheek. Prue looked away, rolling her eyes. Phoebe hobbled over, lightly hopping onto her older sisters and kissing Prue as well.
"Okay, okay, okay," Prue said, pushing Piper off her. "You, go make us dinner. Go. Shoo."
Piper, laughing, went into the kitchen.
"And you," Prue continued, turning her attention to Phoebe. "You get back on that couch right now, young lady."
Phoebe and Prue both started cracking up. "Oh, what, you're going to make me?" Phoebe challenged.
"Uh, yeah." Prue retorted.
Phoebe and Prue stared at each other playfully, neither planning on giving in. Prue was intent on getting Phoebe to rest, and Phoebe was set on proving to Prue that she really was allright.
"Guys, dinner!" Piper called, ending her sisters' standoff. They both raced into the kitchen, starving. Piper had prepared the girls' shared favourite, pasta.
Dinner was full of the kind of cheerful chatter than hadn't been heard in that house for years. Afterwords, each sister retreated to her own bedroom, but out of exhaustion rather than hostility. Piper came back down a few minutes later to do the dishes. As she cleaned, she reflected on her sisters' sudden truce, and whether or not it would last. Phoebe adn Prue had never been able to get along for extended periods of time, no matter how much each girl tried.
Piper bit her lip. She banished those thoughts from her mind, not wanting to consider the possibility of her home turning back into the battleground it had been for years. Instead, she went back upstairs, to enjoy the house's newfound sense of peace.
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A/N: You've been bugging me for longer chapters. Long enough for you? Let me know. Review, review, review. I'll keep saying it until you all do it, so if you want to get rid of all these annoying author's notes, give me feedback, and tell your friends to do the same. :)
~from the song "She" by Green Day~
She's figured out all her doubts
Were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time to smash the silence
With a brick of self-control
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prue and Phoebe were watching TV in the living room when Piper got home.
"Hey, sweetie, we're in here." Prue called.
Piper came in and tossed her coat and purse on loveseat opposite the couch Phoebe was laying on. Prue scooted over so Piper could sit down next to her.
"Well, did you get the job?" Phoebe asked anxiously.
Piper's face broke into a huge grin. "I start tomorrow."
Prue threw her arms around her older sister. "Honey, that's great."
Phoebe started to get up to hug her sister, but sat back down instantly, pain coursing through her body.
"Honey, what happened?" Piper asked, noticing for the first time the bruises covering Phoebe's body.
Phoebe's nose wrinkled dissmissively. "It's nothing. I'm fine, really, just a few bumps and bruises."
"She was riding her bike and got hit by a car." Prue explained. "She was unconscious for two hours, terrified the hell out of me."
Piper's jaw dropped. "Oh my God."
"I'm fine." Phoebe insisted. "Prue's been taking good care of me. She hasn't let me get off the couch all day."
Piper turned to look at her older sister. "Two hours? Why didn't you call me?"
"I don't know." Prue stammered. "I was so scared, I could barely talk, let alone use the phone. Ask Andy, he'll tell you."
"Andy?" Phoebe and Piper asked simultaniously.
Prue nodded, remembering now that she hadn't told either of her sisters how her morning had been. "I, um, ran into Andy Trudeau today. Twice, actually."
"When?" Piper asked.
"The second time, in the hospital." Prue answered, biting her lip. "And the first time, right after I quit my job."
"Wait, you what?" Phoebe asked. "Why didn't you tell me this?"
"Well, when I got home we weren't exactly communicating." Prue replied. "And after the accident, I didn't want to worry you."
Piper pulled Prue into a hug. "It's about damn time. Honey, you were miserable working for him."
"Believe me, I know." Prue said.
"Welcome to the ranks of the unemployed." Phoebe said, smiling. "It sucks ass. You're gonna love it."
They started laughing, and were still giggling minutes later when Prue's gaze fell on the TV screen. "Pheebs, turn that up." she said to her youngest sister, who had the remote. Phoebe obliged and raised the volume. "That's him." Prue said. "That's Andy."
They were watching a news report on a string of murders. Andy was on screen, talking about the investigation.
"Wow, he looks good." Piper mused. "When did he come back to San Francisco?"
"Um, a while ago." Prue responded, making a mental note to ask him exactly when.
"So, what did he say?" Phoebe wanted to know.
"You mean on TV?" Prue asked evasively.
Phoebe threw a pillow at her. "No, smartass, this morning."
Prue curled up against Piper, hugging the pillow. "Oh, just small talk. He's a cop now, obviously." she said, gesturing to the television where Andy was no longer on camera.
"And?" Piper pressed.
"And, he asked for my phone number." Prue said, blushing silghtly.
"Ooooooohhhhh." Piper and Phoebe chorused. Prue glared at them both.
"Oh, gosh, look at the time." Prue said lightly, changing the subject.
Piper and Phoebe both glanced at the clock. "Dinner time?" Phoebe asked.
"In honour of her new job as head chef, I say we let Piper practice on us." Prue suggested.
Piper glowered at her, but got up. "Fine." she said. "But only because Phoebe's hurt, and Prue... well... yeah."
"Hey!" Prue said. "Are you insulting my cooking?"
Piper pursed her lips, nodding.
Prue made a face at her, then stopped mid-scowl. "Wait, does this mean I don't have to cook anymore?"
Piper and Phoebe exchanged glances. If Prue didn't cook, that meant the chore would fall between them. They thought about this, then shook their heads. "Nah."
Prue sighed, and sat far down in the seat, pouting. "Fine, but I better not hear any complaints."
Piper and Phoebe moved their fingers across their lips in a zipping motion.
Prue frowned at them. "See, you tease me all you want, but the minute someone suggests you two share all the cooking duties from now on..."
Piper jumped back onto the loveseat, landing on top of her older sister. "We tease because we love." she assured her, giving Prue a kiss on the cheek. Prue looked away, rolling her eyes. Phoebe hobbled over, lightly hopping onto her older sisters and kissing Prue as well.
"Okay, okay, okay," Prue said, pushing Piper off her. "You, go make us dinner. Go. Shoo."
Piper, laughing, went into the kitchen.
"And you," Prue continued, turning her attention to Phoebe. "You get back on that couch right now, young lady."
Phoebe and Prue both started cracking up. "Oh, what, you're going to make me?" Phoebe challenged.
"Uh, yeah." Prue retorted.
Phoebe and Prue stared at each other playfully, neither planning on giving in. Prue was intent on getting Phoebe to rest, and Phoebe was set on proving to Prue that she really was allright.
"Guys, dinner!" Piper called, ending her sisters' standoff. They both raced into the kitchen, starving. Piper had prepared the girls' shared favourite, pasta.
Dinner was full of the kind of cheerful chatter than hadn't been heard in that house for years. Afterwords, each sister retreated to her own bedroom, but out of exhaustion rather than hostility. Piper came back down a few minutes later to do the dishes. As she cleaned, she reflected on her sisters' sudden truce, and whether or not it would last. Phoebe adn Prue had never been able to get along for extended periods of time, no matter how much each girl tried.
Piper bit her lip. She banished those thoughts from her mind, not wanting to consider the possibility of her home turning back into the battleground it had been for years. Instead, she went back upstairs, to enjoy the house's newfound sense of peace.
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A/N: You've been bugging me for longer chapters. Long enough for you? Let me know. Review, review, review. I'll keep saying it until you all do it, so if you want to get rid of all these annoying author's notes, give me feedback, and tell your friends to do the same. :)
~from the song "She" by Green Day~