AN: Thanks so much!! I got more than 2 reviews, so here's the chappy. I'm posting the last two chapters together, this one and the next one.

"It's been forever!" Jeanie exclaimed, hugging Piper effusively. Piper hugged back, though not quite as lovingly. Since her breakup with Leo, Piper had…become down in the dumps and slightly pathetic. Jeanie rushed in, bringing her naturally high sprits with her, ready to cheer her friend up. "So, how things going at the club?" she asked, pulling Piper over to her own couch.

Piper shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Not really terrible; we're doing better than breaking even. Soon, I may be able to move out of this dumpy ass apartment. Jeanie pursed her lips. Though in the time that Jeanie had known Piper, Piper had never been exactly…lighthearted, but there was something in Piper's seemingly off-handed response that disturbed her.

"Don't tell me you're still pining away over this Leo guy." Jeanie said, taking the "you're so much better than that" approach.

"I don't pine." Piper deadpanned, looking at a spot on the floor, "I obsess." Jeanie laughed.

"Piper come on, you don't need him—"

"I know." Piper said sourly. "But, let me tell you, I'm gonna be one of those old crazy ladies that throws cats at people who come to close to my rocker on the porch." Jeanie laughed again.

"Piper look," she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "I'm not telling you how to live your life—"

"Oh boy."

"How to live your life, "Jeanie continued pointedly, "but, I do think you need to get over him." Piper jumped up from the couch.

"Why does everyone keep saying that!?" She wandered over to the window. "There's nothing to get over! He was bad for me anyway! Ass."

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Jeanie had left hours ago. Piper now felt like talking to someone and as Phoebe too was floating in the sea of dating, Piper called Prue.

"Prue…" The next thing she knew, Prue was yelling at her.

"Piper! You've been calling me for the past month and a half, going on and on and whining about your failed relationship. Get the hell over it!!! I have no choice but to yell at you. So, get off your bellyaching ass and go out!! Go to the movies, go roller skating, go to the damned grocery store. But stop your griping!! Ooops, I have to go. Love you, bye."

Before Piper could speak another word, Prue hung up. Piper looked down at the phone, at first with hurt distaste, but then with realization. Prue was right. She'd gone into a slump. It was sad and not Piper at all. The old Piper loved a strong coffee and loved the girl power in "Thelma and Louise". She wouldn't have let this happen to her.

Piper put the phone back on the charger and took a shower.

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Leo moved to rap his knuckles against the door, but thought better of it and drew his hand back. Why was he here? Did it matter? Did she really need to know? Maybe that wasn't the appropriate question. Would she care?

Leo sighed. He knew that she would. He knocked on the door. It swung open. There she was, half-dressed in a lacy bra and a short skirt.

"What are you doing here?" she asked crossly, folding her arms over her chest.

"I—I—I…" Leo stammered nervously.

"Out with it!" Piper order, irritated.

"I got the promotion." Leo said finally and waited for a reaction.

"Goody gumdrops." Piper snapped sarcastically. "So did you just come to throw that in my face or…"

"They want to transfer me. To Hollywood, but just for a little."

Piper, who'd been about to close her door, stepped out again. "What?"

"Tonight."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed in anger.

"What? You mean to tell me, that you knew you were leaving and—"

"Come with me." He said restlessly.

"What?" That seemed to be her word for the conversation.

"Come with me."

"I think you've lost your mind." Piper looked at him angrily. "No, Leo, no. I'm not gonna let you jerk me and my feelings around. Nuh, uh, not anymore."

Leo eyes blazed with icy fury. "You're the one who kissed Jeff, remember?"

Piper's eyes flashed with panicky confusion.

"What? I—" But then her memory returned. She remembered being drunk that night and her lips meeting Jeff's in a soft kiss. "Leo—"

"No, that's okay." He turned on his heel and left.

AN: This next chapter will pick up right where this one leaves off. The next one will be the last one, but I intend to write a sequel, but only if you review and want me to after you read the next chapter.