Previously on Charmed:
--"Phoebe is dead, dumbass. I tricked you. Ya know when I went to the bathroom before we left? Well, I had the potion with me and I took some advice from the good ol' Spice Girls and spiced it up a bit. The potion, that is. I added a little something that the Source gave me."
--"You are all completely vulnerable without your Whitelighter, and Phoebe is dead, therefore no Power of Three. Cole has no demon powers, and if I'm correct, you don't have any powers now, do you, since Phoebe is gone?" Madria smirked, advancing slowly towards Prue. "I guess I might as well take out the rest of the Charmed Ones. What do you think?"
--Madria snatched a knife out of her belt and leaped towards Prue, slashing her across the throat. Prue gasped and fell to her knees in agony.
--"You back stabber.." Cole whispered with his last breath before falling to the floor. Madria twisted the knife in his back then jerked it out sharply. Madria turned around and frowned when she saw that Piper had disappeared.
"What the hell?" Madria's eyes narrowed. "That's odd. Piper doesn't seem like the type of person who would bail on her dying loved ones." Madria paused, then shrugged. "Oh well, who gives a damn. Prue and Cole will be dead soon enough, and Piper won't be a threat. Hell, maybe she'll even commit suicide." Madria stopped to relish the thought, then went on muttering to herself. "Time to go home." She gave one final look at the carnage about her. The ten bodies of Phoebe's meal, Cole and Prue, and the shattered potion on the stone floor. "Damn, I am so skilled."
There are times in life when one has to choose between running or fighting, such as when you are on a bike and a ferocious dog is chasing after you, ready to take a bite out of your leg. In this case, Piper was the innocent on the bike, and Madria was the dog. When Piper saw Madria stab both Cole and Prue, she knew that she couldn't stand around and wait for Madria to come after her. She had no powers, and therefore was defenseless and weak. Piper at that moment had gone with her instinct to run. So she ran and ran through the pounding rain, across the graveyard and into the street. She tripped slightly and a large splash of water from a puddle flew up into her face, blotting her vision. She wiped her eyes desperately and whirled around to make sure that Madria wasn't following her.
What have I done?
Piper looked down at the muddy puddle before her and in her mind saw the face of Prue, gasping for breath as she lay dying in the mausoleum next to Cole. Piper felt sick to her stomach. I have to save them...but how? What could I possibly do? Piper felt all alone in the world. No husband, no sisters, no friends...no one. She sank down to her knees in the puddle, not caring that the water soaked through her shoes and pants. It didn't matter anymore. She raised her head to the sky and whispered hoarsely.
"Someone please help...help me...please.."
Her exhausted body trembled and dizziness overtook Piper as she slumped forward into the awaiting puddle.
Cole forced his bleary eyes to open and stared across the room at Prue, who was completely knocked out. She wasn't moving, and Cole wondered if she was still alive. I have to save her..I have to help her.... Cole, ignoring the searing pain, reached his hand out and grabbed the edge of one of the coffins. He inched forward, using his legs to push his numb body forward. Come on Turner, you can do this. Now, more than ever, Cole wished that he was still demon. I could use a little Belthazor strength... He continued to drag his body across the floor until he reached Prue. He touched her white hand, which was as cold as ice. Prue needs to get to a hospital, now...but I can't take her...if only...
Cole's eyes watered in pain as he rolled over onto his back next to Prue. There was nothing he could do. It seemed that all hope was lost at that moment, but then a familiar and lovely sound echoed throughout the dark mausoleum–it was the sound of a Whitelighter orbing in. Cole looked through half-closed eyes and saw the blurry form of a man approaching him and Prue. The man rushed over to Prue and extended a shaking hand over her wound. An unearthly, warm golden glow emanated from his hands and within seconds the long slash across Prue's throat was healed. Prue's eyes fluttered open and she starred up at her rescuer in shock.
"Andy!" she gasped. The man smiled and reached down to envelop Prue in a big hug. Prue hugged back, amazed and thrilled at the same time. When Andy finally detached himself from Prue, he looked over at Cole, then back at Prue.
"One moment, Prue," he said, then he leaned over to push Cole onto his side. Andy winced, seeing the gaping wound in Cole's back. He put both hands out over the wound and soon the hole closed over. Cole rolled back over onto his back and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He smiled, seeing that Prue was also healed, and then looked up at Andy.
"Not that I'm ungrateful to you for saving Prue and I, but who are you?" Cole asked.
"Cole, this is Andy. He was my boyfriend several years ago, before he died." Prue explained, gazing up at Andy in awe and joy.
"Nice to meet you, Cole." Andy shook Cole's hand, and grinned.
"Andy, how...why...well, how exactly are you here? I mean, you're a Whitelighter!" Prue questioned, taking Andy's hand to pull herself up off the ground.
"Well, I've been a Whitelighter in training all these years that I've been gone. I was made a Whitelighter because I was a cop, and I helped people when I was alive. I wanted to come visit you before today, but the head honchos Up There said it would be for the best if I let you move on. Well, now that Leo is dead, They decided that I should take over for him and be your Whitelighter. The Power of Three may be broken, but that doesn't mean that I was gonna just sit on my butt and watch you and Piper die."
"Oh no! Piper–" Prue started, looking around and not seeing her sister.
"Prue, it's fine. Piper hasn't been hurt. We'll go get her right now. She just passed out." Andy took Prue's hand in his and then placed a hand on Cole's shoulder. "Alright guys, here we go." Andy, Prue, and Cole orbed out of the mausoleum in an array of blue and white lights.