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It's been to long and I'm lost without you
What am I gonna do
Said I been needing you, wanting you
Wondering if you're the same and who's been with you
Is your heart still mine?
I want to cry sometimes
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The funeral was Wednesday. Prue got through it, but barely. Afterword, they all went back to the manor.
"The.. um.. the eulogy you gave was beautiful." Prue said to Darryl, her voice strained and tear-choked. "He would have liked it."
Darryl started to nod, then shook his head. "Nah. No, he wouldn't have. Man, he would've kicked my ass from here to L.A. for being so damn sentimental."
Prue let out a small laugh. "Thanks." she said. "I needed that."
"I know." he responded. He put his arm around her. "Andy was a good cop, and a better man. He loved you, more than anything. He would've wanted me to tell you that."
Prue nodded. "It, um, it seems so surreal, doesn't it? Talking about what he would've liked, what he wouldn't wanted said or done. All day, I kept expecting him to walk in here and ask what the hell we're all doing. I can just picture him, coming in, cranking up the music. He was such a party boy in high school. He was always looking to have fun."
"He never really outgrew that, did he?" Darryl asked.
Prue shook her head, smiling at the memory. "No, he didn't."
By now, it was getting late. Most of the mourners had left, and more were leaving as they spoke.
Darryl pulled her close to him. "Hey, just because he's gone doesn't mean we can't still be friends. He wouldn't have wanted us to drop off the face of each other's earth. I don't want that, either. Promise me you'll keep in touch, come around to visit me sometime?"
She nodded, tilting her head against his shoulder. "Promise."
"Good." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek good-bye, and then departed to find Janna.
When they had left, and all of the mourners had gone home, Piper and Phoebe came and stood on either side of their sister.
"How are you holding up, sweetie?" Piper asked.
Prue shrugged. "I don't know. It just doesn't seem real, you know?"
Phoebe nodded. "I know, honey."
Prue shrugged them off, and turned to face them. "I know you guys are trying to help, and I love you both for it, but I just really need to be alone right now."
"Okay, sweetheart. We'll be here, if you.. you know." Piper said.
"Allright," Prue said, and went upstairs. She slipped into her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her, and lay down on her bed with a picture of herself and Andy. It had been taken less than a week ago, when Prue was playing with her camera down by the pier. He'd been teasing her, saying she should become a professional photographer.
~*~Flashback~*~
"Come on, Andy." Prue begged. "Stay still. I want to get at least one good shot."
"Oh, you want a good shot?" Andy countered. "Allright. Come here." He picked her up, twirling her in front of the camera. He set her down when the flash went off. "How was that for a good shot?"
Prue pretended to pout. "I'm using a low shutter speed. Plus, my ISO is only 100."
Andy sent her a strange look. "Okay, Annie Liebowitz, mind explaining that in English?"
Prue frowned. "Andy, that was English. You want me to get into the technical stuff? Because I can stand here for quite a while and bitch to you about all the reasons why that picture is going to suck."
"Allright, then. Go ahead. Bitch." Andy challenged.
Prue went into a long rant filled with technical photographer jargon. When she finished, Andy just stared at her.
"Damn, girl." he said. "I know you didn't learn all that from the photo class you took senior year."
"You mean the photo class you kept talking me into ditching in order to screw around behing the gym?" she returned.
"Yeah." he answered, smiling. "That."
Prue grinned. "Yeah, well, as I recall, all they really did in that class was take pictures of flowers anyway. Everything I know, I learned about in college. I must've looked so pathetic, practically begging the photographers around campus to teach me what they knew."
"So why didn't you make a career out of it?" Andy asked.
Prue shrugged. "Well, it's kind of a risky job, you know? I need something stable, because Grams was sick, and Phoebe was still in high school..."
"You should have." Andy said. "You could've been a famous photographer by now."
"Yeah?" Prue asked.
Andy nodded. "Oh yeah. I bet you would've been known all over as having taken the world's best pictures... of flowers."
~*~/Flashback~*~
Prue sniffled, and wiped away the tears that had fallen onto the picture frame. She couldn't believe it. Just a few days ago, he'd been teasing her, they'd been hanging out and goofing around. And now, how could he be gone?
With a half hearted attempt to dry the tears on her face, Prue picked up the picture again, and whispered to it what she couldn't say to Andy.
"I miss you. I love you. Please, come back to me."
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A/N: Promise, next chapter won't be so sad. I'm thinking it'll be Paige-based, because I really haven't focused on her at all this fic. And... yeah.
A/N2: Whoo! 200 reviews! Keep them coming, peoples!
~from the song "I Miss You" by Aaliyah~
It's been to long and I'm lost without you
What am I gonna do
Said I been needing you, wanting you
Wondering if you're the same and who's been with you
Is your heart still mine?
I want to cry sometimes
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The funeral was Wednesday. Prue got through it, but barely. Afterword, they all went back to the manor.
"The.. um.. the eulogy you gave was beautiful." Prue said to Darryl, her voice strained and tear-choked. "He would have liked it."
Darryl started to nod, then shook his head. "Nah. No, he wouldn't have. Man, he would've kicked my ass from here to L.A. for being so damn sentimental."
Prue let out a small laugh. "Thanks." she said. "I needed that."
"I know." he responded. He put his arm around her. "Andy was a good cop, and a better man. He loved you, more than anything. He would've wanted me to tell you that."
Prue nodded. "It, um, it seems so surreal, doesn't it? Talking about what he would've liked, what he wouldn't wanted said or done. All day, I kept expecting him to walk in here and ask what the hell we're all doing. I can just picture him, coming in, cranking up the music. He was such a party boy in high school. He was always looking to have fun."
"He never really outgrew that, did he?" Darryl asked.
Prue shook her head, smiling at the memory. "No, he didn't."
By now, it was getting late. Most of the mourners had left, and more were leaving as they spoke.
Darryl pulled her close to him. "Hey, just because he's gone doesn't mean we can't still be friends. He wouldn't have wanted us to drop off the face of each other's earth. I don't want that, either. Promise me you'll keep in touch, come around to visit me sometime?"
She nodded, tilting her head against his shoulder. "Promise."
"Good." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek good-bye, and then departed to find Janna.
When they had left, and all of the mourners had gone home, Piper and Phoebe came and stood on either side of their sister.
"How are you holding up, sweetie?" Piper asked.
Prue shrugged. "I don't know. It just doesn't seem real, you know?"
Phoebe nodded. "I know, honey."
Prue shrugged them off, and turned to face them. "I know you guys are trying to help, and I love you both for it, but I just really need to be alone right now."
"Okay, sweetheart. We'll be here, if you.. you know." Piper said.
"Allright," Prue said, and went upstairs. She slipped into her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her, and lay down on her bed with a picture of herself and Andy. It had been taken less than a week ago, when Prue was playing with her camera down by the pier. He'd been teasing her, saying she should become a professional photographer.
~*~Flashback~*~
"Come on, Andy." Prue begged. "Stay still. I want to get at least one good shot."
"Oh, you want a good shot?" Andy countered. "Allright. Come here." He picked her up, twirling her in front of the camera. He set her down when the flash went off. "How was that for a good shot?"
Prue pretended to pout. "I'm using a low shutter speed. Plus, my ISO is only 100."
Andy sent her a strange look. "Okay, Annie Liebowitz, mind explaining that in English?"
Prue frowned. "Andy, that was English. You want me to get into the technical stuff? Because I can stand here for quite a while and bitch to you about all the reasons why that picture is going to suck."
"Allright, then. Go ahead. Bitch." Andy challenged.
Prue went into a long rant filled with technical photographer jargon. When she finished, Andy just stared at her.
"Damn, girl." he said. "I know you didn't learn all that from the photo class you took senior year."
"You mean the photo class you kept talking me into ditching in order to screw around behing the gym?" she returned.
"Yeah." he answered, smiling. "That."
Prue grinned. "Yeah, well, as I recall, all they really did in that class was take pictures of flowers anyway. Everything I know, I learned about in college. I must've looked so pathetic, practically begging the photographers around campus to teach me what they knew."
"So why didn't you make a career out of it?" Andy asked.
Prue shrugged. "Well, it's kind of a risky job, you know? I need something stable, because Grams was sick, and Phoebe was still in high school..."
"You should have." Andy said. "You could've been a famous photographer by now."
"Yeah?" Prue asked.
Andy nodded. "Oh yeah. I bet you would've been known all over as having taken the world's best pictures... of flowers."
~*~/Flashback~*~
Prue sniffled, and wiped away the tears that had fallen onto the picture frame. She couldn't believe it. Just a few days ago, he'd been teasing her, they'd been hanging out and goofing around. And now, how could he be gone?
With a half hearted attempt to dry the tears on her face, Prue picked up the picture again, and whispered to it what she couldn't say to Andy.
"I miss you. I love you. Please, come back to me."
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A/N: Promise, next chapter won't be so sad. I'm thinking it'll be Paige-based, because I really haven't focused on her at all this fic. And... yeah.
A/N2: Whoo! 200 reviews! Keep them coming, peoples!
~from the song "I Miss You" by Aaliyah~