Dear all sorry about the confusion it will hopefully make more sense in this and the next chapter, and here are a few answers that may help:

Daniel: thank you for the 7, sorry about the confusion and the spelling I will make sure there is less if any in this one. An have you just started reading?

Piperfairy: Again sorry for the confusion, yes it was a filler it was going to be with this chapter but then It got a little long, as well as thank you for another review.

Bunn2007: Haven't heard from you before, but the review was much appreciated. I don't want to give to much away, but I will tell you this: Leo and Prue where definitely a thing, she was sort of a thing with someone else from here year at high school, who she was mean to. An yes it is in trouble although no cheating.

Psychokitty3: thanks for another review, its always appreciated.

Okay now for the chapter, hopefully less confusing this time.

Why else?

Leo carried the bags; into the kitchen where Prue and Roger had automatically walked to, leaving the bags in the hallway and closing the door, as know one else had he followed at a slower seed.

Although he was glad he had when he had got there, he slowly crept towards the door in case there was a privet conversation going on that he didn't want to disturbed. But he soon found the conversation more harsh words, than lovers sweet whispers.

He stood at the door watching there pitiful conversation.

Roger was leaning into the fridge, while Prue seemed to be looking out on to the back garden, almost reminiscing in the old memories of her happiness in childhood, which had been spent there.

Then although the dream had become to painful to hold onto anymore, she pulled herself back to her currant situation, "Roger what are you doing?"

"Looking for a beer… There's gotta be one in here somewhere." Prue's face became disgusted although the though of this, was so sickening it turned her stomach.

"It's not even 11 yet, what's wrong with you?" she almost killed back.

Causing her what now looked greasy in the more predominate morning sunshine, haired husband, as his spectacled face reared up from the fridge. "Well if someone hadn't insisted we left L.A at the crack of dawn this morning, all over a stupid phone call…" he was unable to carry on his whinings.

Prue's face had become stern, and her words almost cracked though the cold morning, "I told you, you didn't have to come. An Piper is my sister," she took a step towards him, and he seemed to shudder with fear, "an no-one is more important than them." she finished turning back, her anger slowly releasing once again.

"Fine…. Whatever," was all he said almost like a school boy who had just been fearfully scared by the head teacher, but then as soon as they where out of hearing distance would slag them of.

He carried on searching though the fridge, as Prue made herself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the old family table, where he soon followed her. "You know you're going to replace that," she stated as she stirred the coffee.

"What!" he asked in confusion, and annoyance.

To Leo this was more like a sibling rivalry, or a mother dictating to her disobedient son. But what ever it was, it was definitely not one thing; it was definitely not two people unable to live with out the other, sharing a breakfast.

"I said you're going to replace that bear." She repeated, "why did I stutter?" she asked in a truly sarcastic tone.

"I'm a guest, I think I should be allowed a bear," Roger bit back.

"Yes A bear," she said reinforcing the a, " but the way you drink them it will be A create."

Roger smiled smugly, "well a quarter of this house is ours, so a quarter of that fridge and its contents is ours."

Prue looked him in the eye, "correction a quarter is mine, not ours, and you will e replacing the bear." She finished, also ending the conversation, and Leo decided that point would be a good time to retreat upstairs and probably get dressed.

As he walked up the stairs, he thought of Prue. He had known her when he had done the mowing for Penny, well when he said known her he meant he knew her, and he thought she sort of knew him. In the way she would wave, and smile at him, but they never crossed words, in a conversation.

But he had known her well, many afternoons after the gardening was complete Penny would invite him in to have a sandwich or drink for his hard labouring skills. He would sit in the kitchen, munching on his food. Sometimes paying witness to one Phoebe's many conversations on the phone, or on the odd occasion would have the pleasure of Paige talking to him. Although the two else Halliwell's seemed to not know of his existence in his teenage life, the younger pair seemed to adore him, and on a few occasions Paige had told him Phoebe had a slight crush on him. Not that he minded, but the truth was he had always preferred the idea of Piper being the one with the crush than the younger Phoebe.

But he had also witnessed other occurrences in the three years he had worked for the sisters and Penny, things that had shocked their world, and sometimes even surprised him. One such thing had been the time penny had asked him to see if he could fix the leak underneath the kitchen sink, handyman jobs he also supplied for Penny. She always said he was one of the few men she would trust with her home, which made him feel special as the manor had been in their family for generations.

He had been happily lying under the sink, when heard the doorbell ring, soon there was footsteps and then a door open and close. But then to his surprise the footsteps where approaching the kitchen, where he was. He lay wondering if he should stand up and make it obvious he was there, but then the talking began so he just lay still.

There where two voices, one male one female. The female seemed worried, almost like it was shattering inside her, a voice he had never heard her use and would never hear Prue use again.

The male was familiar but took longer to recognise, he seemed to be stronger, as though holding on for both of them, and then it hit him. The voice was from up the road, a boy a year older than him like Prue. He knew they where friends, they had been since born, (mothers ahd been friends.)

But then like many hey had reached Junior High, a place of clicks and fitting in, and while like her sisters Prue had fitted in perfectly with her brains, cheerleading, and beauty. He had taken longer to find himself, and was soon finding him as a outcast, something a popular princess dating the football team quarterback could never be seen with. But still Prue had held onto their friendship, but now something was wrong, had Prue broken up with Chad? (He was the quarterback of the football team, as well as Prue's boyfriend for the last three years, in the cliché of head cheerleader and football caption falling for each other.)

"We can't do this anymore," Leo, remembered Prue's voice shaking when she had said this.

"But…. I don't understand, I thought you loved me." Came the voice opposite.

"I lied, I love Chad." Even Leo couldn't believe this, how on earth could she love Chad, he was a idiot, crude, a womaniser, and never good another for Prue.

"You're lying," the lad shouted back.

"No… no I'm not," she replied clearing sniffing back tears, while he freely let his run down his face. Leo could see their faces from under the sink, no one had noticed him, and now he wished he had left. The pain of the scene rolling out before him was unbelievable.

"But when we slept together, you said you loved me," the boy choked.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered back., but weather he heard it was a mystery, the boy turned and walked out the back slamming the door as he went. An with that Prue still holding in her own emotions, retreated to her room, she never knew he had been there. But Leo never forgot it.

Prue had retreated to her room, Leo had never seen her with emotions, except for anger. But now she had sadness, and to have sadness she must have been touched. They both must of, as when Leo watched the tears that filled their joint eyes was not that of anger but that of pain, and pain can only be allowed in when you allow someone into your heart.

That day Prue Halliwell let Andrew Truedue into her heart, and that day they both paid the biggest price for love, pain and heartbreak.

Leo never saw Prue like that again, and even now when he watched her look at Roger her husband, the man she had chosen to spend the rest of her life with, it was almost as though she was looking for more, as though a hole needed to be filled, and yet he didn't even touch the sides.

But he guessed she had chosen what she wanted, why else be with man for that long?

Okay there should be no spelling mistakes, but still I hope this helps people know what's going on with roger and Prue, and hopefully gives a little insight to Leo's previous time at the Manor.
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