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A/N: This is sort of a rare treat for all my readers out there… two updates at once, but that is mainly because I have up to chapter 16 written on my computer but I don't want to update them all at once because if I do then each individual chapter will lose effect and personally I don't think it would work as well if I just uploaded everything at once… let me know what you think…

To Look Again – Reasoning

"Prue, I don't know why you're being so stubborn. You must realise that this is for your own good," sighed Grams, the fighting had continued long after Piper had left and was still going on,

"That's what the doctor said, but it's not going to help me being in there. Things will get worse. Why are you doing this to me," begged Prue,

"I'm not doing anything, you brought this on yourself." Said Grams, shedding a small tear,

"I'm sorry Grams… I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect granddaughter. I'm sorry that I can't face a single day without feeling like shit! I wish that I could be someone who could be happy and act like a normal human being but I just can't!" yelled Prue, breaking into tears,

"But why Prue. I don't understand why you feel so badly… and I wish that I could but I just don't know how I can help you unless you talk to me about all of this. Why can't you speak to me?" Sobbed Grams,

"Because you won't let me!" yelled Prue. Grams looked up at her, hurt, she tried to speak but couldn't form anything. After a few moments Grams spoke,

"What do you mean… how won't I let you speak to me. Prudence, you can talk to me about anything… I'll always be here for you but I just can't seem to deal with…"

"Me? You can't deal with me. That's what you're saying and I know that you feel like you can't deal with all my problems and I wish that I was better, or smarter, or different for you and I know that you don't want me…" said Prue,

"No. Prue I love you,"

"Only because you have to. When Mom died you had to love me, and you had to raise me and my sisters and you resented Mom for that… and I was angry at her for leaving us as well but I dealt with it as best I could,"

"No, I love you because I want to. And I do not resent your mother in any way! I loved Patty more than anything in this world and I love you three just the same. I thought that I raised you the best I could but…"

"You did. You raised Piper and Phoebe fine, but not me. You never treated me like you treated them." Sobbed Prue,

"How? How can you think that I treated you any different from how I treated your sisters?" asked Grams, trying desperately not to yell at Prue,

"Because you resented me as well!" Yelled Prue. Grams' mouth fell open as she heard her granddaughter's hurtful words,

"Prue… I never… I couldn't… I never resented you," cried Grams, "Why do you think that Prue?"

"You know that during Mom's funeral you never hugged me, you never told me everything was going to be alright… for the months afterwards when I woke with nightmares in a cold sweat you never came and hugged me and told me it was just a dream. For years you haven't spoken to me about Mom even on the anniversary of her death, or on her birthday or anything… you just refused to mention her. It seemed like you were glad she was gone, you moved all her photo's from the house… and… and… and you wouldn't even look at me anymore," said Prue, stuttering towards the end as her eyes filled with tears that dripped slowly down her red cheeks,

"Prue… I… I… how can you feel like that…. How can you think that I never look at you or talk about your mother," sobbed Grams trying to hold back her tears,

"Because it's true… you never look at me because I look like her! You always used to tell me how much I looked like Mom, even as a child. I have her eyes, her smile, her hair, her nose… you always told me that I was so much like my Mom and nothing like Dad… and I was happy. I loved the fact that I was like Mom and not like Dad… and I loved that you told me but then she died and you stopped and then you wouldn't look at me. And I wanted to know why, but would never bring the subject up,"

"Because it hurt Prue! And I'm sorry if you felt like I treated you badly but I couldn't face you after Patty's death and I know that it hurt you but I couldn't help it… It was so hard and I wish that I could help, or help you deal with things but it was just so hard. You are the spitting mage of you mother, always have been. And I just couldn't face you afterwards and I hate that I have to say this too you because I know how much its going to hurt but you deserve to know the truth." Sobbed the old woman,

"I just wanted to know why… I knew that you hated me but I didn't know why and I just wanted to understand why you resented me so much… why you didn't love me anymore. Why no one loved me anymore," sobbed Prue,

"Prue everyone loves you, me, your sisters, your friends, everyone. You're a bright young woman and every one cares so much about you… I just can't believe that I drove you to this… all this that I have been feeling have driven you to such an awful thing, and I'm sorry… I just don't know how I could help you"

"You can't… I need to be alone, can you…" asked Prue rolling over and facing the other direction where she saw Phoebe sitting curled up on the chair. Small tears rolling down her cheeks,

"Sure, come on Phoebe," sighed Grams, wiping her tears and leading Phoebe from the room. Leaving her eldest granddaughter alone, again.

"So, you said you're visiting your sister," sighed Dan, pushing his long hair from his eyes, "What's up with her… unless you don't wanna say,"

"No," said Piper, " I can talk about it," she took a sip from the hot chocolate Dan had bought for her and look at him, he smiled at her and she smiled back, "My sister, Prue… she's got some problems – mental ones, and well that basically why she's in here," she sighed,

"Oh," said Dan, "Is she ok? That's sort of stupid to ask… I mean obviously not but you know,"

"Well… I'm not really sure. No one really tells me anything, trying to protect me I guess…"

"Must be tough, knowing that something is wrong but not being told anything about it," he said, drinking from his can of cola,

"Yeah. I mean there's a lot of stuff that I don't want to know but some stuff that I think I need to," said Piper,

"I get that, I mean adults they want to protect you from everything but don't realise that by protecting you too much it's doing more harm than good. So how much do your parents tell you?" asked Dan,

"My parents aren't here… my mom died when I was young and they had divorced long before that, its just me and my grams and my two sisters," said Piper, "But you know what's weird, I find myself trying to protect my younger sister, Phoebe, it's like so contradicting I'm trying to protect her from everything which is exactly what Grams is trying to do for me. I just wonder if it's worse for Phoebe what I'm doing?"

"Yeah, but you just want to protect your sister," said Dan,

"You know… its weird how easy it is to talk to you. I mean I just met you and I feel like I can talk to you, you're the first person that I've really spoken to all this about and I don't even know you," smiled Piper,

"Well, I'm a pretty easy going guy… maybe that's why you can talk to me," said Dan,

"Oh no," said Piper looking towards the door, "There's my Grams… I guess her and Prue have stopped yelling at each other and its time for us to go," a dismal look spread across her face, "Thanks for talking to me and for the hot chocolate… it was nice meeting you,"

"Ditto, hey… can I have your number?" said Dan, then quickly, "Incase you want to talk again… it seems to me like you don't really have anyone else to talk  about any of this to and you can talk to me,"

"Yeah sure… erm, gotta pen?" she asked, he handed her one and then she quickly wrote her name and number of a napkin.

"I'll give you a call some time," And with that Piper left the cafeteria with Grams and Phoebe at her side.