A/N: This is a play on a T.V. showcalled, "Anything But Love". First off, I'd like to apologize for the late update, but this week's been hectic. I don't really want to go into detail, but yeah. Anyway... DorkNextDoor010: I know. Bush is a disgrace to the United States. peanutlb: No, she's not pregnant again. You'll see. lol Chrios: I know, neither one was good, but I prefer thelesser of two evils. Prince Halliwell: No, she hasn't been scratched by a Wendigo. Actually, I'm working on a title for the sequel. It'll most likely be called, "Every Halliwell Counts". The-Cheese-Fairy: Yep. Prue & Vivenne are definitely NOT a good mix, which you'll definitely see later on. As for your joke, I LOVED it! It was just so perfect and so true! damien455: Yep. I want to bring little miss Phi into the fic more and I think this plot that I'm toying with is just the key. rjf: Oh, I don't know. This just might re-define "Magical Hijinx". As far as the cahpter title goes, don't worry about it. Sometimes writers tend to think alike anyway. shinywhitelights: No, America was formed in the persuit of freedom, in an attempt to get out of ruler under a king. Just because some of the founders happen to be Christian, doesn't mean this country was "founded in Christianity". If you'd like to be technical, Christianity was based solely upon Pagan, and then distorted to fit the needs of "Christians". The original "Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus" were actually Isis and her son, Horus. Some 1400 years before Christianity, Dionysis/Dionysus (Bacchus)was depicted dying on the cross. The cross, in and of itself, was originally for warding off evil and was NOT a symbol of Christianity. As I've described in earlier chapters, "Christmas" and "Easter" were actually Pagan celebrations as well. As far as disrespect goes, it means, "lack of respect". If you look up respect, it can mean there is none at all/never was or it can mean that there is little of something, obviously meaning that some exists. It's all about interpretation. My interpretation being different from yours. I don't care if you have respect for me or not. I'm "disrespected", as you interpret it, by many people because of my specifc stances on major issues. (Homosexuality/Same-Sex Marriage -FULLY SUPPORT!-, Abortion -oppose-, Ten Commandments Within A Court -FULLY OPPOSE-, etc...) But I won't change my opinion and I won't change how I express my opinion. sugah-crystals-101: She didn't get a new power and as far as what cut her, it's a mystery for now. Amanda: Yay! I thought you may of forgotten about lil' ol' me! lol Like I said, I supported the lesser of two evils. I loathe Bush and his moronic acts of bigotry. I hope you'll be around a little more often! I missed your reviews. lol Piper xox Leo: Oh, I promise they won't fight all the time. In fact, the finale is a really wonderful Prue/Andy moment. C. C. McKenna: I promise that you'll get your longer chapters, just try to be patient. (I know, I know. I sound so horribly mean.) But I promise, there are some good (long) things coming up!
The Children Of Light
Chapter 28: Andything But Love
Prue's sleepy blue eyes glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, it read 11:37 P.M. She yawned and leaned her head against the cold window, letting her eyes flutter. She was exhausted and her fight with Andy hadn't helped one bit. Finally she let her heavy eyelids close and a peaceful sensation soaked into her, as she began to let sleep overcome her. Minutes passed slowly, as the digital clock changed. But then, unbeknownst to Andy, Prue's delicate nose began to involuntarily twitch and her fingers began to quickly scratch the side of her head, until her eyes burst open, staring straight forward. "Look out!" She screamed.
Andy, jumping out the sound of Prue's outburst, swerved the car to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a beady yellow pair of eyes in the darkness, then they vanished into the blackness of the night. The car rumbled its way off the shoulder of the road, stopping in a large ditch. Dirt and rocks smacked against all of the windows, instantly waking Pandora and sending her into a fit of terrified screams. "What the hell!" Andy raged, turning to face Prue. His eyes were blazing, as he unbuckled and reached into the back, grabbing his terrified 4-year-old and holding her close.
"Me?" Prue hissed, waving her hand towards the road. "You were the one who almost hit something!"
"How did you even see anything? I thought you were asleep!"
"Just goes to show you how much you pay attention to me." Prue retorted.
Pandora's face bubbled with tears. "Stop fighting!" She yelled, clinging to Andy.
"Oh baby.." Andy whispered, stroking his daughter's dark hair. "I'm sorry."
Prue bit her lip. As if a delayed reaction, she just began to feel remorse for her daughter. "I'm sorry, sweetie." She said, motioning for Pandora to come to her.
Pandora shook her head. "I want daddy."
Prue eyed Andy, angrily. "So now you've turned my own daughter against me?" Her voice was angry.
Feeling a pang of hurt, Andy held Pandora tighter. What has gotten into her? He thought. "Sweetie, daddy needs to finish driving. You have to go sit in the back now."
"I'm afwaid."
Andy rubbed the tip of Pandora's nose. "Sweetheart, your an all powerful little witch. You shouldn't be afraid."
Pandora sniffed.
"Please, for me?"
Pandora slowly nodded. "Okay...I guess." She said, climbing into the back. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you too." Andy replied, before buckling up and turning back to Prue. He motioned his hand. "Please, can you get us out of here?"
"Whatever." Prue spat, motioning her hands towards the roof of the car. The car was instantly lifted by telekinetic energy, then Prue pushed sideways, moving the car back to the road. "Happy?"
"Very." Andy replied, coldly. He turned the key and the car roared to life, starting down the dark road once more.
4:00 A.M.
The car turned onto a dirt road, a soft rumbling could be both heard and felt, as Andy drove down the long stretch of dirt that led to his grandmother's house. He smiled, remembering the times that he and his parents would come to the ranch, when he was much younger. It had always beena haven for him. His heart jumped, at the thought of seeing his grandmother again. It would only be a matter of time before she passed on. He was yanked from his thoughts, as an automatic light flashed on, signaling that he'd made it up to the house. He killed the engine and reached over gently, waking Prue. "Hey, we're here."
"Joy." Came Prue's sarcastic voice.
"Please don't act this way in front of my folks."
Prue rolled her eyes, before a knocking at the window made her jump.
Andy glanced out his window, seeing a frail old woman standing there. "Grandma Sasha!" He exclaimed, opening the door, and instantly being embraced in his grandmother's small arms.
"Andy!" Sasha's old, kind voice exclaimed,as she released her grandson and steadied herself on her cane. "Andrew, it's so good to see you." She cooed, stroking her grandson's cheek. "You've grown so much since I last saw you."
That's not all that's happened. Andy thought, putting on a smile. "And you look as youthful as ever, Nana."
Sasha playfully swatted Andy. "Oh, you always were a sweetheart." Her eyes squinted, as she saw the two other figures in the car. She reached up, adjusting her spectacles. "Who's with you?"
"That's my fiance.." Andy said, pointing to the passenge seat. "And that's our daughter." He said, pointing to the backseat.
"Oh!" Sasha squealed. "Is she awake?"
Andy grinned. "Let's take a look." He said, but before he had the chance, Prue was all ready at his side with Pandora. "Oh, Prue.."
Prue had a fake smile plastered to her face. She leaned in, kissing Andy, but there was no real emotion between them, although it looked passionate to the eyes of outside viewers. Prue was a master at hiding her true feelings.
"Nana, this is Prue." Andy said, trying to sound cheerful. "My fiance. Prue, this is my Grandma Sasha." He said, looking from one woman to the other. Then he plucked a tired Pandora from Prue's arms. "And this is our daughter, Pandora."
Sasha smiled at Prue, holding out a frail hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise." Prue replied, still smiling.
Sashaturned her attention to the 4-year-old. "Oh, aren't you a sweetheart!" She gushed. "You look just like a feminine little Andrew!" She stroked the child's cheek.
Pandora wrinkled her nose, glancing up at the old woman.
"Pandora, sweetie, this is Great Grandma Sasha." Andy introduced.
"Hi." Pandora said, between yawns.
Sasha beamed with pride. "Come now, it's cold and we best be gettin' you three indoors." Sasha lightly scolded, as she ushered the young family into the large house. "I wasn't exactly expecting you all until tomorrow." She said, shutting the door.
"Well, we were afraid we'd make it here late, so we left as soon as I possible. I took the shortcut that dad likes to take."
"Oh." Sasha replied. She smiled. "Well, in that case, let me show you to your room." She said, leading the threesome down a hall.
"Where's Sally?" Andy asked, curiously.
"Sally?" Prue echoed.
"Nana's ranch hand. She worked out here when I was little, feeding the horses and everything. She was like five years older than me."
"Oh." Prue replied, as they reached the last room in the hallway.
"She went out with her friend...Lenny, I think is his name." Sasha pushed open the door, revealing a wide room. It looked rather cosy. A perfectly made bed with a large, handmade quilt and a handcrafted wooden nightstand, complete with a old fashion looking lamp. "I hope it's too your liking."
"It's wonderful." Prue said, keeping up her act.
"Why don't you guys get some rest?" Andy suggested. "I'll bring the luggage in."
"Fine." Prue said, taking Pandora from Andy. "Thank you, Mrs..."
"Leighn." Sasha filled in.
"Mrs. Leighn." Prue said. "It's been a pleasure."
Sasha nodded, understandingly. "Well, I should be off." She said, as she headed back down the hall, with Andy at her side. "Just hollar if you need anything."
"Sure." Prue replied, watching as the two disappeared around the corner. Then she shut the door. "Thank God." She hissed, setting Pandora on the bed.
"What's wrong, mommy?" Pandora asked, sleepy eyed.
"Nothing." Prue said, removing her watch and necklace. "Just go to bed."
Pandora, too tired at an attempt to read her mother's mind, nodded. She crawled under the covers in the center of the bed and was instantly overtaken by sleep.
Prue glanced down at the wound on her arm, realizing that it looked as if the wound was all ready starting to scab over. She took a closer look in the mirror, that sat behind the nightstand. "How..." She heard noises outside the room and quickly got into bed, hiding the peculiar sight under the covers, just as Andy walked in with a suitcase in each hand.
Andy set the suitcases down with a thud, before glancing at his immediate family. Maybe she'll be happier in the morning? He thought, as he climbed into the other side of the bed, too tired to change. Maybe.
Prue laid on the bed, perfectly still, just listening to Andy breathing. Her nose twitched, as she stared through a small window, at the nearly full glowing moon. Then suddenly her eyes flashed a fluorescent yellow color, before returning to their normal sparkling blue. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Hey guys, btw, I recently added some stuff to FictionPress. I'm not sure if you guys ever read there, but I have 3 of my own stories there ("A Ghost In Time", "Guardian Angel", and "Love Is Love") as well as an essay ("Same Sex Marriage: Happily Ever After"). I've got the same penname, Princess Pinky. So if you're interested, I'd love to know your opinions.
