Like Father, Like Daughter

Disclaimer: I have no energy to write this, you all know they don't belong to me except for little Marc…

No particular timeline just some scenes between the first three series…

Prologue

She remembered the conversions clearly, like it was yesterday. 'How can you not want kids?' Phoebe had asked. 'Well with all the everyday evil and now with the supernatural ones as well, it just doesn't look like a safe place to bring kids up. Let just have this conversion in another five years time shall we?"

That was before she rescued a boy named Max. A day later when finishing clearing up the attic she once was desperate to clear away her old toys now had second thoughts. 'So did you save Max, or did Max save you?" Was the question that Phoebe had asked her; Now she might have no choice to that question, as she look down at the letter that she had received this morning. She was getting her son back, the son that she rejected, that she wanted to give up for adoption was going to come home. She was going to become a mum all over again and that truly scared her.

1991

Last Year of college life, Prue couldn't be anymore happy she was on top with her studies and with a great guy. Her life couldn't get any better.

"Come on Prue we're at the prime of our life you don't need to worry about your studies, take a break if only for a night. I be your hunky slave being at your every command."

"Tempting as that sounds… I can't."

"What you saying that you, are seriously resisting this…" Taking his shirt off revelling his fine toned upper torso and doing macho poses and the peck dance. Prue had to cover her mouth as the tears were rolling down her face. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh but…" She couldn't hide it anymore she just burst out laughing. "What the hell, who can resist that? I could do with the distraction."

"Great… Let's go."

"Aren't you going to put your shirt on? You don't want to scare anyone now do you?"

"Why? I work out, I'm the next Arnold Schanegger, I am."

"Yeah, right and I co-star in a movie along Christian Slater."

"Strange things have happened." Walking out of the house and going out for the night Prue had it all and at that moment not a single worry in the world…

But that was all about to change, that night…

"Oh god, kill me just shoot me now!" Prue complained as she went back into bed clutching her stomach.

"Still feeling bad?"

"Yeah… I mean it's been a week now and I must have lost at least a stone throwing up…" Prue replied as she hit out at Remy. "OW! You man beater. What was that for?"

"This is your fault for ordering take away."

"I had the same thing and it hasn't effected me in anyway."

"Well, you're man you got it easy, nothing ever affects you."

"It might be something else…"

"Like what?"

"Maybe you lack of sleep? I mean what else can make you throw up that many times and in the morning? Just close your eyes and rest I'm sure it will pass."

"Yeah… Nothing to worry about…" As soon as they closed their eyes they opened them up again and looked at each other. "Doctors?" Prue asked. "I get the keys."

When they got back from the doctor's. "Pregnant? I'm pregnant? How we were careful? How can this happen to me? To us?" She lashes out at Remy again. "This is all your fault you know."

"Why is that? I was careful."

"You just have to have a penis didn't you?"

"Oh I'm sorry... Is not my fault if God intended it be that way. Besides I never hear you complain."

His comment was welcome with another punch to the arm.

"Must you joke all the time, we are in our final year, it's okay for you can carry on with your studies I can't."

"That's help available for us, you don't have to give up your study."

"It's just not that, what am I going to tell Grams, she will kill me. She is going to kill me. Great the last thing I need from her is how much disappointment that she is of me. Not to mention my favourite, and I quote 'Your the oldest Prudence... What can of example are you setting to your sisters'. I'm dead."

"She is not going to kill you…She loves you. Besides you still and will always have me. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise."

"Promise."

Looking down at the letter and for the tenth time reading it. "Yeah I will always have you, but not anymore. I'm on my own." She stared at the last paragraph; Remy and his partner were killed in a car crash and as the boy's only living family and biological mother they have put her down for guardianship.

"Damn! What am I going to do? How am I going to tell them that they are aunties?"