AN: Okay, I don't know where the beach is in relation to SF, so I'm just saying that they are at a beach about 3 hours away. Yup, that would do good. Now, I will tell you something amazing: I'm updating! Now, don't hyperventilate... please. Stay calm. Just read the damn story and don't stop breathing. Do no panic. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...
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C.C. McKenna - Yeah, and I think you forgot the Man. Don't worry, this one is longish. Thanks!
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Now, the fantasticÊchapter 6...
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"Prue, do we have to take that little... thing?"
It was early Saturday morning, and Prue and Piper were finishing getting ready for the funeral. Thursday afternoon, the car had broken, and they had to get a rental car. The rental car was a miniature car, a two-seater. "Yes, Piper, we have to go in that car. How else are we supposed to get to the funeral?" Prue asked, applying her make-up. "But, but... I'm claustrophobic!" Piper said. "Yeah, right. You are SO not claustrophobic." Prue said, turning towards her little sister. "If you want to talk about claustrophobes, Paige is a definite. She woke up half an hour early yesterday so that she could walk to school. And you know how much of a morning person she is." "Yup, she isn't one at all." Piper said, defeated. She wanted to go to the funeral, but she didn't want to drive the way in such a small car.
"Anyway, that's not important. How do I look?" Prue asked, turning to Piper. "You look fine, Prue. You always look good in black." Piper said. "You ready NOW?" she asked impatiently. Piper had been ready for fifteen minutes. "Yeah, let's go." Prue said, picking up her black purse and the rental car keys. The two went out to the small car to head to the beach.
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The two arrived at the graveyard a while later. "So, this is where the funeral is?" Piper asked, looking around. 'This place is creepy, even for a graveyard.' she thought, completely spooked. Prue checked her invitation. "Yup, this is it." Prue said. "Are you sure?" Piper asked, beginning to panic. "Can you remind me again why I took you to a graveyard?" Prue said jokingly. "You are my scaredy-cat sister." "I resent that." Piper said pompously. "I don't." Prue said, sniggering. "Meanie." Piper whispered under her breath. "I heard that." Prue said. Piper was about to say something when she was interrupted.
"Prue! Good, you made it." It was Marcus, running up to them. "Hey, Marcus. Yeah, I made it." she said, putting out her hand. Marcus shook it, then turned to Piper. "And you are..." "Piper, Prue's sister." she said, putting out her hand for Marcus to shake. He just looked at her strangely. Prue cleared her throat, and he seemed to come back to earth. He shook Piper's hand. "Well, nice to meet you, Piper." Marcus said, a bit awkwardly. "Nice to meet you too, Marcus." Piper returned, a bit confused at his reaction to her. There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then the signal for the start of the funeral came.
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The funeral was an extremely sad one. Not that funerals aren't sad, but Riley's seemed to have an extra amount of grief due to her murder. There was not a dry eye at the end. Many people spoke about how great Riley was; her mom, her dad, Marcus, her teacher, her old babysitter, her best friend, you name it, they spoke. A picture of Riley was passed around, but neither of the sisters could bring themselves to look at it.
The two sisters wereÊnear the refreshment table when Marcus ran up. "Hey, guys, want to meet Mr. and Mrs. Southerland?" he asked. "Uh, sure." Prue said, a bit uneasy. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to meet the deceased's parents. "Come on!" Marcus said, pulling the two girls through the small crowd. Marcus stopped when they were right by two people. The woman was crying uncontrollably and the man was trying to comfort her. "Mr. and Mrs. Southerland? These are the Halliwell sisters." Marcus said, pointing to the two girls. "Hello." Piper and Prue said, with sympathetic looks on their faces.
The two parents looked up, and glanced the girls over. They then did a double take, completely surprised. "Riley?" Mrs. Southerland asked, looking at the two. Prue and Piper just looked at each other with puzzled glances. "Riley, honey, is it you?" Mrs. Southerland asked, standing up and running over to the two. She then grabbed Piper in a motherly embraced. Piper looked around, completely confused and somewhat frightened, her eyes asking for help. "Dear, dear!" Mr. Southerland said, pulling his wife off of Piper. "This girl is not Riley, dear. Riley is not coming back." he said, then turned to Piper. "I'm so sorry..." "Piper, Piper Halliwell." Piper said, expecting what he was asking. "Piper. She is very upset right now. I guess we'll leave you three alone." he said, leading his wife off. "But she looks so much like Riley." Mrs. Southerland said as her husband guided her away.
When the two were out of sight, the girls turned to Marcus. "What was that all about?" Prue asked. "Well, um, you do kind of look like Riley, Piper." Marcus said to the stunned girls. "Actually, you look a lot like her. The only differences are that she had a little bit shorter hair, she was a bit taller, and she had green eyes." "Is that why everyone has been looking at me weirdly, including you?" Piper asked. "Yup. You just remind everyone so much of her." Marcus said. "I'm sorry." Piper said quietly. She didn't want to bring any more grief to the people at the funeral. "Oh, don't be. It's okay." Marcus said, looking at her a bit lovingly. Prue noticed this, and said "Dude, remember, she's NOT Riley." "Oh, yeah." Marcus said, looking away.
"Piper, do you wanna go?" Prue asked, noticing all the people staring in their direction. "Yeah." Piper said, a little creeped out. "Okay, let's go." Prue said. The two headed out of the area where the funeral was.
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A few minutes later, the two were still in the graveyard, a distance away from the reception. They were walking slowly, looking at the names on the gravestones. "Oh, Piper, look over here!" Prue said. "What?" Piper asked, coming over to Prue's side of the path. Prue pointed to a nearby gravestone. Piper read it, then laughed. It said: "Here lies Freddy Einstein, who never learned when to stop playing with the rhinocerous." "That's really weird, Prue." Piper said, returning to her side of the path. "Ah, not yet, missy! You have to read this one." Prue said, pointing to another gravestone. "Okay, fine." Piper said, and read that one too. It said: "Here lies Michelle Kirkpatrick, Miss San Francisco seven years running. Her life was taken early due to an over-appliance of deodorant." Piper's mouth opened instantly. "Oh my God! A beauty queen died because of her own vanity. How ironic." she said. "I hope that happens to Missy some day." "Piper!" Prue scolded, but had an amused look on her face none the less. "Kidding! I was just kidding." Piper said. "Kind of." she added as an afterthought. The two then burst out laughing.
Piper then returned to her side, and the two continued to walk down the path. Suddenly, one particular gravestone caught her eye. She read it, and her eyes widened. "Prue..." she said. "What?" Prue asked, coming to her side. "Look at that gravestone." Piper said, pointing to it. Prue read it. It said:
Leonard Wyatt
1916-1944
Beloved husband, caring son
Tragically taken from us in the Battle of Guadalcanal
"Oh my God, that is SO weird!" Prue said. "I know. I wonder if he's related to the Wyatts?" Piper pondered. "I don't know, but it's kinda creepy having a boyfriend who could have died in some battle in World War II." Prue said. "Leo couldn't have died in WWII, if he did, he wouldn't be my boyfriend. Second, the Battle of Guadalcanal was hardly 'some battle', it was one of the most important sea battles in WWII! You see, the Japanese..." "Piper" Prue said, cutting her off. "What?" Piper asked. "Shut up. I didn't ask for a history lesson." "Fine." Piper said, mock huff. "It was one of the turning points of the war in the Pacific." Piper murmured. "Piper." Prue said, hearing the murmur. "What?" Piper asked innocently. "Run." Prue demanded, and Piper did as she was told. Prue and Piper ran all the way through the exit of the cemetery and back to the car.
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"Prue, can you pass the sunscreen?"
It was the next day, and Prue and Piper were sunbathing on the beach. They were both wearing sunglasses and bikinis, Prue in light blue and Piper in black. "Sure, sis." Prue said, handing her sister the half-empty bottle. Piper put a big glob of the white stuff in her hands. "Geesh, Pipe, didn't you know that sunbathing means that you actually have to get some sun?" Prue said, watching in mock amazement as Piper smothered herself in the white goo. "Yeah, I know that, but I'm not too fond of going home looking like a tomato. You know how sensitive my skin is." Piper said, making the white turn invisible. "Oh, yeah, I remember now." Prue said, chuckling. "What are you laughing about?" Piper asked. "Oh, I remember that time when you came home and were about the color of a tomato." Prue said, full out laughing now. "Oh, nice, Prue, nice." Piper said, turning back to the sea. The waves were beautiful that day.
"Hello, ladies." The two girls turned their attention away from the ocean and onto the speaker. Two guys, much older guys, were standing right next to their towels. "I'm Jeff, and this is Kyle, and we are inviting you to come to our hotel rooms to have some fun." Jeff said, pointing to the beach side hotel. Prue and Piper looked at each other as if to say 'How stupid could these guys be?' They then looked back at the guys. "Sorry, we're both taken." Prue said, a small smile on her face. "Oh, how are they gonna find out?" Kyle said. "Yeah, they'll never know." Jeff said. "Um, how old are you?" Piper asked. "Twenty-two." Jeff said proudly. "Well, I'm sorry, but 'having fun' with me would be illegal. I'm sixteen." Piper said, smiling. The guys' smiles dropped. "What?" Kyle asked stupidly. "She's sixteen, I'm seventeen." Prue said, indicating them both. "Oh, sorry to bother you, miss, miss." Jeff said, running off. "Wait up, dude!" Kyle called after him. He followed his friend, but ran into a beach umbrella on the way. Prue and Piper burst out laughing. "So, that's how stupid they can be." Prue said between outbursts. Piper just nodded, shaking with laughter.
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"Clothes?" "Check." "You sure?" "Yeah, Piper, I'm sure."
Prue and Piper were finishing packing up the trunk. It was Sunday evening, and the two were getting ready to head home after their time at the beach. "So, we ready to go?" Piper asked, surveying the trunk. "Yup, I think so, Pipe." Prue responded, heading to the driver's side. "You sure you don't want to drive?" Prue asked, opening the door. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I just got my license, I don't want to drive a different car just yet." Piper said, getting into the passenger seat. "Suit yourself." Prue said, putting the key in the ignition. "Now, time for the fun drive home." Prue said sarcastically. "Ha ha, funny. You, at least, get to be occupied with driving." Piper yawned. "Yeah, but you get to be occupied with sleep." Prue pointed out. "True." her little sister said, her eyes drifting drowsily shut. "'Night." Prue said squeakily. "Shut up." Piper said sleepily, hitting at Prue. "Ah, no hitting the driver." Prue mockingly scolded. Piper stuck out her tongue without opening her eyes. Prue chuckled, then continued her task of driving home.
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BOOM!
"Gah!" Piper shouted, waking up instantly. "What the hell was that?" Piper asked, looking around. "That would be thunder." Prue said, in a wasn't-that-obvious tone. BOOM! Piper yelped again. "What, is Pipey-wipey afraid of a little thunderstorm?" Prue asked in a baby voice. "No." Piper said, "Just, the thunder surprises me every single damn time." Piper said, looking out the window. It was beginning to rain heavily. "Well, the good news is that we are only thirty minutes from home." Prue said, looking at the clock. "Really? That's good. The rest we are out in this storm, the better." Piper said, yelping as yet another boom was heard. "Oh, Piper, it's fine." Prue said, laughing a little bit. "Shut up and drive, driver." Piper said. "Fine." Prue said.
Five minutes later, Piper yelped again. "Oh, Piper, I thought that you were learning to expect the booms." Prue said. "Yeah, I have been, just that was really loud. The storm seems to be building up for something huge." Piper said, looking up at the now night cloud-covered sky through the sheets of rain. "Oh, Piper, stop being such a worrywart." Prue said. "Oh, shut up Prue." Piper demanded playfully. "Only if you stop worrying, you worry-"
But Prue didn't get to finish. At that moment, lightening struck the car. One of the back tires seemed to blow out, and the car began spinning out of control. Prue began panicking, and tried futilely to get control back. The car tumbled into a nearby tree, and everything went black.
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AN: Oh, oh! Cliffie! Who rocks? I do! Okay, a lot happened in this chapter, didn't it? Bad storm, bad! Yay, I'm having fun with this fic! Oh, enough rambling for one authors note, but I have something else to tell you. Some of you are probably wondering why I have Piper in trouble the most (the other fic), aren't you? Well, I've counted how many times each girl has died and been brought back to life when I was really bored. Prue and Paige have both died three different times, Prue's last time was permanent. Phoebe has died four times. But Piper has died six different times. Yup, that's Prue and Paige put together, and two more than Phoebe. That's why she's in trouble the most in my fics. Now, you know why. Anyways, this is after a song by Dream!
p3charmed4eva - Yes, it is relevant. I know that you don't understand now, but you will very, very soon.
CharmedMillie - Well, thanks, and I'm glad you feel that way!
Gryffindor620 - I love the song too, and thanks!
C.C. McKenna - Yeah, and I think you forgot the Man. Don't worry, this one is longish. Thanks!
JanaRose - Oh, I love that quote! I squealed when she said it, my romantic squeal. Don't ask, but yes, it is awesometastic. Hahaha, very funny, and it is very sweet!
Jules713 - Thanks!
onetreehill4eva - Okay!
winter blaze - Oh, I'm updating, don't worry. And, yes, 2 is too good to be true!
Klutz101 - Oh, I'm sorry I just used your word. I've always used it sometimes (oxymoron) and I just used it then. I knew that someone else used it, but I forgot that it was you! Oh, and I bet that did feel good! Thanks!
piperleo4eva - They played Rinse at the beginning one time? I didn't know that! Or, are you referring to Heartbreaker? Because, she performed that song at P3 in the end, it wasn't in the beginning. Oh, and the relevance would probably be both. Yup. Thanks for the review!
Sarah - this is as good as the prequel? thank you SO much!
HollyShadow - Oh, new reviewer! Oh, thanks, and your welcome!
Now, the fantasticÊchapter 6...
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"Prue, do we have to take that little... thing?"
It was early Saturday morning, and Prue and Piper were finishing getting ready for the funeral. Thursday afternoon, the car had broken, and they had to get a rental car. The rental car was a miniature car, a two-seater. "Yes, Piper, we have to go in that car. How else are we supposed to get to the funeral?" Prue asked, applying her make-up. "But, but... I'm claustrophobic!" Piper said. "Yeah, right. You are SO not claustrophobic." Prue said, turning towards her little sister. "If you want to talk about claustrophobes, Paige is a definite. She woke up half an hour early yesterday so that she could walk to school. And you know how much of a morning person she is." "Yup, she isn't one at all." Piper said, defeated. She wanted to go to the funeral, but she didn't want to drive the way in such a small car.
"Anyway, that's not important. How do I look?" Prue asked, turning to Piper. "You look fine, Prue. You always look good in black." Piper said. "You ready NOW?" she asked impatiently. Piper had been ready for fifteen minutes. "Yeah, let's go." Prue said, picking up her black purse and the rental car keys. The two went out to the small car to head to the beach.
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The two arrived at the graveyard a while later. "So, this is where the funeral is?" Piper asked, looking around. 'This place is creepy, even for a graveyard.' she thought, completely spooked. Prue checked her invitation. "Yup, this is it." Prue said. "Are you sure?" Piper asked, beginning to panic. "Can you remind me again why I took you to a graveyard?" Prue said jokingly. "You are my scaredy-cat sister." "I resent that." Piper said pompously. "I don't." Prue said, sniggering. "Meanie." Piper whispered under her breath. "I heard that." Prue said. Piper was about to say something when she was interrupted.
"Prue! Good, you made it." It was Marcus, running up to them. "Hey, Marcus. Yeah, I made it." she said, putting out her hand. Marcus shook it, then turned to Piper. "And you are..." "Piper, Prue's sister." she said, putting out her hand for Marcus to shake. He just looked at her strangely. Prue cleared her throat, and he seemed to come back to earth. He shook Piper's hand. "Well, nice to meet you, Piper." Marcus said, a bit awkwardly. "Nice to meet you too, Marcus." Piper returned, a bit confused at his reaction to her. There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then the signal for the start of the funeral came.
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The funeral was an extremely sad one. Not that funerals aren't sad, but Riley's seemed to have an extra amount of grief due to her murder. There was not a dry eye at the end. Many people spoke about how great Riley was; her mom, her dad, Marcus, her teacher, her old babysitter, her best friend, you name it, they spoke. A picture of Riley was passed around, but neither of the sisters could bring themselves to look at it.
The two sisters wereÊnear the refreshment table when Marcus ran up. "Hey, guys, want to meet Mr. and Mrs. Southerland?" he asked. "Uh, sure." Prue said, a bit uneasy. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to meet the deceased's parents. "Come on!" Marcus said, pulling the two girls through the small crowd. Marcus stopped when they were right by two people. The woman was crying uncontrollably and the man was trying to comfort her. "Mr. and Mrs. Southerland? These are the Halliwell sisters." Marcus said, pointing to the two girls. "Hello." Piper and Prue said, with sympathetic looks on their faces.
The two parents looked up, and glanced the girls over. They then did a double take, completely surprised. "Riley?" Mrs. Southerland asked, looking at the two. Prue and Piper just looked at each other with puzzled glances. "Riley, honey, is it you?" Mrs. Southerland asked, standing up and running over to the two. She then grabbed Piper in a motherly embraced. Piper looked around, completely confused and somewhat frightened, her eyes asking for help. "Dear, dear!" Mr. Southerland said, pulling his wife off of Piper. "This girl is not Riley, dear. Riley is not coming back." he said, then turned to Piper. "I'm so sorry..." "Piper, Piper Halliwell." Piper said, expecting what he was asking. "Piper. She is very upset right now. I guess we'll leave you three alone." he said, leading his wife off. "But she looks so much like Riley." Mrs. Southerland said as her husband guided her away.
When the two were out of sight, the girls turned to Marcus. "What was that all about?" Prue asked. "Well, um, you do kind of look like Riley, Piper." Marcus said to the stunned girls. "Actually, you look a lot like her. The only differences are that she had a little bit shorter hair, she was a bit taller, and she had green eyes." "Is that why everyone has been looking at me weirdly, including you?" Piper asked. "Yup. You just remind everyone so much of her." Marcus said. "I'm sorry." Piper said quietly. She didn't want to bring any more grief to the people at the funeral. "Oh, don't be. It's okay." Marcus said, looking at her a bit lovingly. Prue noticed this, and said "Dude, remember, she's NOT Riley." "Oh, yeah." Marcus said, looking away.
"Piper, do you wanna go?" Prue asked, noticing all the people staring in their direction. "Yeah." Piper said, a little creeped out. "Okay, let's go." Prue said. The two headed out of the area where the funeral was.
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A few minutes later, the two were still in the graveyard, a distance away from the reception. They were walking slowly, looking at the names on the gravestones. "Oh, Piper, look over here!" Prue said. "What?" Piper asked, coming over to Prue's side of the path. Prue pointed to a nearby gravestone. Piper read it, then laughed. It said: "Here lies Freddy Einstein, who never learned when to stop playing with the rhinocerous." "That's really weird, Prue." Piper said, returning to her side of the path. "Ah, not yet, missy! You have to read this one." Prue said, pointing to another gravestone. "Okay, fine." Piper said, and read that one too. It said: "Here lies Michelle Kirkpatrick, Miss San Francisco seven years running. Her life was taken early due to an over-appliance of deodorant." Piper's mouth opened instantly. "Oh my God! A beauty queen died because of her own vanity. How ironic." she said. "I hope that happens to Missy some day." "Piper!" Prue scolded, but had an amused look on her face none the less. "Kidding! I was just kidding." Piper said. "Kind of." she added as an afterthought. The two then burst out laughing.
Piper then returned to her side, and the two continued to walk down the path. Suddenly, one particular gravestone caught her eye. She read it, and her eyes widened. "Prue..." she said. "What?" Prue asked, coming to her side. "Look at that gravestone." Piper said, pointing to it. Prue read it. It said:
Leonard Wyatt
1916-1944
Beloved husband, caring son
Tragically taken from us in the Battle of Guadalcanal
"Oh my God, that is SO weird!" Prue said. "I know. I wonder if he's related to the Wyatts?" Piper pondered. "I don't know, but it's kinda creepy having a boyfriend who could have died in some battle in World War II." Prue said. "Leo couldn't have died in WWII, if he did, he wouldn't be my boyfriend. Second, the Battle of Guadalcanal was hardly 'some battle', it was one of the most important sea battles in WWII! You see, the Japanese..." "Piper" Prue said, cutting her off. "What?" Piper asked. "Shut up. I didn't ask for a history lesson." "Fine." Piper said, mock huff. "It was one of the turning points of the war in the Pacific." Piper murmured. "Piper." Prue said, hearing the murmur. "What?" Piper asked innocently. "Run." Prue demanded, and Piper did as she was told. Prue and Piper ran all the way through the exit of the cemetery and back to the car.
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"Prue, can you pass the sunscreen?"
It was the next day, and Prue and Piper were sunbathing on the beach. They were both wearing sunglasses and bikinis, Prue in light blue and Piper in black. "Sure, sis." Prue said, handing her sister the half-empty bottle. Piper put a big glob of the white stuff in her hands. "Geesh, Pipe, didn't you know that sunbathing means that you actually have to get some sun?" Prue said, watching in mock amazement as Piper smothered herself in the white goo. "Yeah, I know that, but I'm not too fond of going home looking like a tomato. You know how sensitive my skin is." Piper said, making the white turn invisible. "Oh, yeah, I remember now." Prue said, chuckling. "What are you laughing about?" Piper asked. "Oh, I remember that time when you came home and were about the color of a tomato." Prue said, full out laughing now. "Oh, nice, Prue, nice." Piper said, turning back to the sea. The waves were beautiful that day.
"Hello, ladies." The two girls turned their attention away from the ocean and onto the speaker. Two guys, much older guys, were standing right next to their towels. "I'm Jeff, and this is Kyle, and we are inviting you to come to our hotel rooms to have some fun." Jeff said, pointing to the beach side hotel. Prue and Piper looked at each other as if to say 'How stupid could these guys be?' They then looked back at the guys. "Sorry, we're both taken." Prue said, a small smile on her face. "Oh, how are they gonna find out?" Kyle said. "Yeah, they'll never know." Jeff said. "Um, how old are you?" Piper asked. "Twenty-two." Jeff said proudly. "Well, I'm sorry, but 'having fun' with me would be illegal. I'm sixteen." Piper said, smiling. The guys' smiles dropped. "What?" Kyle asked stupidly. "She's sixteen, I'm seventeen." Prue said, indicating them both. "Oh, sorry to bother you, miss, miss." Jeff said, running off. "Wait up, dude!" Kyle called after him. He followed his friend, but ran into a beach umbrella on the way. Prue and Piper burst out laughing. "So, that's how stupid they can be." Prue said between outbursts. Piper just nodded, shaking with laughter.
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"Clothes?" "Check." "You sure?" "Yeah, Piper, I'm sure."
Prue and Piper were finishing packing up the trunk. It was Sunday evening, and the two were getting ready to head home after their time at the beach. "So, we ready to go?" Piper asked, surveying the trunk. "Yup, I think so, Pipe." Prue responded, heading to the driver's side. "You sure you don't want to drive?" Prue asked, opening the door. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I just got my license, I don't want to drive a different car just yet." Piper said, getting into the passenger seat. "Suit yourself." Prue said, putting the key in the ignition. "Now, time for the fun drive home." Prue said sarcastically. "Ha ha, funny. You, at least, get to be occupied with driving." Piper yawned. "Yeah, but you get to be occupied with sleep." Prue pointed out. "True." her little sister said, her eyes drifting drowsily shut. "'Night." Prue said squeakily. "Shut up." Piper said sleepily, hitting at Prue. "Ah, no hitting the driver." Prue mockingly scolded. Piper stuck out her tongue without opening her eyes. Prue chuckled, then continued her task of driving home.
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BOOM!
"Gah!" Piper shouted, waking up instantly. "What the hell was that?" Piper asked, looking around. "That would be thunder." Prue said, in a wasn't-that-obvious tone. BOOM! Piper yelped again. "What, is Pipey-wipey afraid of a little thunderstorm?" Prue asked in a baby voice. "No." Piper said, "Just, the thunder surprises me every single damn time." Piper said, looking out the window. It was beginning to rain heavily. "Well, the good news is that we are only thirty minutes from home." Prue said, looking at the clock. "Really? That's good. The rest we are out in this storm, the better." Piper said, yelping as yet another boom was heard. "Oh, Piper, it's fine." Prue said, laughing a little bit. "Shut up and drive, driver." Piper said. "Fine." Prue said.
Five minutes later, Piper yelped again. "Oh, Piper, I thought that you were learning to expect the booms." Prue said. "Yeah, I have been, just that was really loud. The storm seems to be building up for something huge." Piper said, looking up at the now night cloud-covered sky through the sheets of rain. "Oh, Piper, stop being such a worrywart." Prue said. "Oh, shut up Prue." Piper demanded playfully. "Only if you stop worrying, you worry-"
But Prue didn't get to finish. At that moment, lightening struck the car. One of the back tires seemed to blow out, and the car began spinning out of control. Prue began panicking, and tried futilely to get control back. The car tumbled into a nearby tree, and everything went black.
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AN: Oh, oh! Cliffie! Who rocks? I do! Okay, a lot happened in this chapter, didn't it? Bad storm, bad! Yay, I'm having fun with this fic! Oh, enough rambling for one authors note, but I have something else to tell you. Some of you are probably wondering why I have Piper in trouble the most (the other fic), aren't you? Well, I've counted how many times each girl has died and been brought back to life when I was really bored. Prue and Paige have both died three different times, Prue's last time was permanent. Phoebe has died four times. But Piper has died six different times. Yup, that's Prue and Paige put together, and two more than Phoebe. That's why she's in trouble the most in my fics. Now, you know why. Anyways, this is after a song by Dream!