A/N: You have to remember that Prue is waking up to the influence of a spell that Phoebe and Patty have cast to make her see her inner desire.
In what she thought was the following morning Prue woke up and stretched. Rolling over in her bed, she squinted, as the bright rays of the sun poured through her bedroom window, making her face feel warm. It was then that she noticed she was wearing a man's white dress shirt.
"Huh?" she sat up quickly and examined. "Where did this come from?" Had she unknowingly raided the forgotten boyfriend pile of clothing that had been left behind? Raising her forearm, Prue smelled the sleeve, inhaling a clean sporty scent. She remembered this scent. It was Andy's.
"Whoa" she breathed feeling all too familiar tingles shoot through her body. Then she remembered this was shirt she kept in the back of her closet, the one she'd been unable to part with after Andy had died. "I must have really been feeling sorry for myself last night" she mused tossing back the covers.
Slowly, she pulled herself from the bed and padded into the bathroom, where she met Phoebe. Phoebe was standing over the sink just having finished brushing her teeth "Morning Prue" the younger witch grinned, "did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I slept great. My head hit the pillow and I don't think I moved all night"
"Could have fooled me" Phoebe snorted, placing her toothbrush back into the ceramic holder, "you and uh....were a little noisy last night if you know what I mean"
"Oh yeah, me and who?" A curious grinned spread across Prue's lips as Phoebe blotted her mouth with a towel.
"C'mon Prue who do you think?"
Prue crossed her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow, "well considering I was alone all night why don't you tell me" the last thing Prue remembered was trudging upstairs, completely exhausted from the escapades of Piper and Leo's wedding.
Phoebe looked at her oldest sister strangely and just shook her head, "What's with you this morning? Did you decide to pick up a hot biker dude last night and have one last hoorah, before-
"Phoebe! That is not funny!" Prue roared placing her hands on her hips. "How could you even say such a thing?" After all the havoc that Prue's astral projection had caused with TJ she wouldn't have thought that anyone would even consider joking about it.
"Jeez, Prue it was joke, I didn't mean anything by it"
"Well it wasn't funny", Prue hissed
Prue just watched shaking her head as Phoebe left the bathroom and slammed the door. After a warm shower and warm cup coffee, Prue walked slowly back to her room and began to rummage through her closet.
"hmm...and what should I wear today?" she looked through one part of the closet, and quickly decided that nothing piqued her interested. Flinging open the second half, her eyes widened, shocked.
"Men's clothes?" Rows of crisp pressed suits hung neatly, accompanied by matching dress shirts and ties, followed by several casual Polo style pullovers and button ups. Prue gazed down at the floor. Men's loafers in black and brown, stood proudly next to a worn pair of hiking boots. "Men's shoes too?"
"PHOEBE! PHOEBE GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!"
The sound of bare feet thumping on the hardwood floor could be heard, as Phoebe thundered down the hall. The youngest Halliwell appeared, in readied position preparing to fight as she sailed through the doorway. "What is it? What's wrong? Where's the demon?"
"There is no demon" Prue sighed irritated, and pointed to the open closet, "I talking about this!"
"What?" Phoebe asked curious as she stuck her head inside the closet, "I don't see anything"
"I talking about these clothes!" Prue seethed yanking one of the dress shirts from it's hanger, "how did men's clothes get into my closet?"
"I don't know, why don't you ask the man who put them there?" Phoebes eyes darted back and forth, and then looked at Prue as if she were crazy.
"ASK WHO? Who would put them there?"
"Don't be silly Prue," Phoebe giggled, patting Prue's shoulder, "the guy you live with"
Prue pressed her lips downward, clearly annoyed, "okay, Phoebe, I'll bite, and just what guy do I live with?"
"That's funny Prue" Phoebe laughed giving her sister, her best ever grin in the chime with the phone. "Maybe that's him now," Prue looked at the phone as it rang again. "Fine" she huffed marching towards the phone and snatching it from its cradle.
"HELLO?"
"Hello Prue"
That voice, Prue shuddered feeling her heart catch. It sounded just like- "No it couldn't be" Prue reasoned. She sank to the edge of her bed, feeling her knees grow weak.
"Prue are you there?"
The voice sounded so clear that it brought tears to Prue's eyes, "Who is this?" she challenged feeling her heart ache.
"Who is this?" the voice repeated, "Prue are you feeling okay?"
Prue's hands shook as her emotion began to rise, "No, No I'm not and how dare you treat people this way!"
"What? Prue!"
"Bastard!" Prue slammed the phone back down into cradle, willing tears from her eyes.
"Prue, honey who was it?" Phoebe sank to her sister's side, and wrapped an arm of comfort around her shoulder.
"Nobody" Prue replied knuckling at her eyes, "it was just somebody pretending to be-"
"Who?" Phoebe asked softly, rubbing Prue's back.
"Andy"
"Andy?" Phoebe tipped her head and responded with uproarious laughter. "Who would want to impersonate Andy?"
"All right, Phoebe, just stop it! You're being cruel"
"Who's cruel?" Piper asked as she entered the room, carrying Prue's cell phone, "Prue Andy's on the phone, he's sounds kind of freaked out"
What had gotten into her sisters, Prue wondered, making her eyes big, "freaked out? Piper Andy is dead!"
Piper snorted loudly, replying with a sarcastic grin, "No, but he going to be if he doesn't quit leaving his serial killer sneakers in the hallway. I almost broke my neck on the damn things this morning!"
Prue started to shake, "What's wrong with the two of you!? You both watched him die right here in this house!" Biting down on her lip, Piper chanced a glance at Phoebe. "I think some bodies having a case of pre-wedding jitters big time"
"Honey that was a long time ago," Phoebe said softly, patting Prue's hand, "but you just need to relax, Andy's fine now". Stubbornly Prue shook her head, feeling that everyone had gone insane.
"No it's not," she said, rising to feet and bolting from the room.
"Wait Prue where are you going?"
"Anywhere as long as its way from the two of you" she grumbled taking the stairs two at a time. Prue had just reached the front door, when it suddenly swung open, nearly hitting her in face.
"Whoa, Prue, I'm sorry" Prue jumped back several feet; all color quickly draining from her face. There in the flesh, he stood solid and whole before her, where his best gray suit and the red tie she had given him for his 30th birthday.
"Andy," she breathed collapsing into a dead faint and right into his arms.
In what she thought was the following morning Prue woke up and stretched. Rolling over in her bed, she squinted, as the bright rays of the sun poured through her bedroom window, making her face feel warm. It was then that she noticed she was wearing a man's white dress shirt.
"Huh?" she sat up quickly and examined. "Where did this come from?" Had she unknowingly raided the forgotten boyfriend pile of clothing that had been left behind? Raising her forearm, Prue smelled the sleeve, inhaling a clean sporty scent. She remembered this scent. It was Andy's.
"Whoa" she breathed feeling all too familiar tingles shoot through her body. Then she remembered this was shirt she kept in the back of her closet, the one she'd been unable to part with after Andy had died. "I must have really been feeling sorry for myself last night" she mused tossing back the covers.
Slowly, she pulled herself from the bed and padded into the bathroom, where she met Phoebe. Phoebe was standing over the sink just having finished brushing her teeth "Morning Prue" the younger witch grinned, "did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I slept great. My head hit the pillow and I don't think I moved all night"
"Could have fooled me" Phoebe snorted, placing her toothbrush back into the ceramic holder, "you and uh....were a little noisy last night if you know what I mean"
"Oh yeah, me and who?" A curious grinned spread across Prue's lips as Phoebe blotted her mouth with a towel.
"C'mon Prue who do you think?"
Prue crossed her arms over her chest raising an eyebrow, "well considering I was alone all night why don't you tell me" the last thing Prue remembered was trudging upstairs, completely exhausted from the escapades of Piper and Leo's wedding.
Phoebe looked at her oldest sister strangely and just shook her head, "What's with you this morning? Did you decide to pick up a hot biker dude last night and have one last hoorah, before-
"Phoebe! That is not funny!" Prue roared placing her hands on her hips. "How could you even say such a thing?" After all the havoc that Prue's astral projection had caused with TJ she wouldn't have thought that anyone would even consider joking about it.
"Jeez, Prue it was joke, I didn't mean anything by it"
"Well it wasn't funny", Prue hissed
Prue just watched shaking her head as Phoebe left the bathroom and slammed the door. After a warm shower and warm cup coffee, Prue walked slowly back to her room and began to rummage through her closet.
"hmm...and what should I wear today?" she looked through one part of the closet, and quickly decided that nothing piqued her interested. Flinging open the second half, her eyes widened, shocked.
"Men's clothes?" Rows of crisp pressed suits hung neatly, accompanied by matching dress shirts and ties, followed by several casual Polo style pullovers and button ups. Prue gazed down at the floor. Men's loafers in black and brown, stood proudly next to a worn pair of hiking boots. "Men's shoes too?"
"PHOEBE! PHOEBE GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!"
The sound of bare feet thumping on the hardwood floor could be heard, as Phoebe thundered down the hall. The youngest Halliwell appeared, in readied position preparing to fight as she sailed through the doorway. "What is it? What's wrong? Where's the demon?"
"There is no demon" Prue sighed irritated, and pointed to the open closet, "I talking about this!"
"What?" Phoebe asked curious as she stuck her head inside the closet, "I don't see anything"
"I talking about these clothes!" Prue seethed yanking one of the dress shirts from it's hanger, "how did men's clothes get into my closet?"
"I don't know, why don't you ask the man who put them there?" Phoebes eyes darted back and forth, and then looked at Prue as if she were crazy.
"ASK WHO? Who would put them there?"
"Don't be silly Prue," Phoebe giggled, patting Prue's shoulder, "the guy you live with"
Prue pressed her lips downward, clearly annoyed, "okay, Phoebe, I'll bite, and just what guy do I live with?"
"That's funny Prue" Phoebe laughed giving her sister, her best ever grin in the chime with the phone. "Maybe that's him now," Prue looked at the phone as it rang again. "Fine" she huffed marching towards the phone and snatching it from its cradle.
"HELLO?"
"Hello Prue"
That voice, Prue shuddered feeling her heart catch. It sounded just like- "No it couldn't be" Prue reasoned. She sank to the edge of her bed, feeling her knees grow weak.
"Prue are you there?"
The voice sounded so clear that it brought tears to Prue's eyes, "Who is this?" she challenged feeling her heart ache.
"Who is this?" the voice repeated, "Prue are you feeling okay?"
Prue's hands shook as her emotion began to rise, "No, No I'm not and how dare you treat people this way!"
"What? Prue!"
"Bastard!" Prue slammed the phone back down into cradle, willing tears from her eyes.
"Prue, honey who was it?" Phoebe sank to her sister's side, and wrapped an arm of comfort around her shoulder.
"Nobody" Prue replied knuckling at her eyes, "it was just somebody pretending to be-"
"Who?" Phoebe asked softly, rubbing Prue's back.
"Andy"
"Andy?" Phoebe tipped her head and responded with uproarious laughter. "Who would want to impersonate Andy?"
"All right, Phoebe, just stop it! You're being cruel"
"Who's cruel?" Piper asked as she entered the room, carrying Prue's cell phone, "Prue Andy's on the phone, he's sounds kind of freaked out"
What had gotten into her sisters, Prue wondered, making her eyes big, "freaked out? Piper Andy is dead!"
Piper snorted loudly, replying with a sarcastic grin, "No, but he going to be if he doesn't quit leaving his serial killer sneakers in the hallway. I almost broke my neck on the damn things this morning!"
Prue started to shake, "What's wrong with the two of you!? You both watched him die right here in this house!" Biting down on her lip, Piper chanced a glance at Phoebe. "I think some bodies having a case of pre-wedding jitters big time"
"Honey that was a long time ago," Phoebe said softly, patting Prue's hand, "but you just need to relax, Andy's fine now". Stubbornly Prue shook her head, feeling that everyone had gone insane.
"No it's not," she said, rising to feet and bolting from the room.
"Wait Prue where are you going?"
"Anywhere as long as its way from the two of you" she grumbled taking the stairs two at a time. Prue had just reached the front door, when it suddenly swung open, nearly hitting her in face.
"Whoa, Prue, I'm sorry" Prue jumped back several feet; all color quickly draining from her face. There in the flesh, he stood solid and whole before her, where his best gray suit and the red tie she had given him for his 30th birthday.
"Andy," she breathed collapsing into a dead faint and right into his arms.