Author's Note: I have changed a bit of the history of Andy with the Halliwell girls to explain how Leandro Alcazar became Andy Trudeau. The last name has been explained in the first chapter. The only thing that I've drastically changed is that Andy did not "grow up" with the girls, as was seen in the episode where they went back in time. However, he was there to go to high school with Prue, at least some of high school. You will find quite a few references herein to things that were mentioned in Season 1. Hopefully, I've explained enoughfor it to be an easy transition. If not, feel free to ask and I'll either remedy it in an author's note ormix it in to a later chapter.

Prue had once thought that Andy didn't truly know her, but now, listening to his story, she realized that it was the other way around. Since the day they met, he'd been someone else, and she didn't even know it. She thought she knew all there was to him, and now she had to realize she hadn't known much about him at all.

And yet, she could almost feel the slap to the side of the head that Piper would surely have given her. And Phoebe, too, quite possibly. So she didn't know what his real name was. So she didn't know about his true family. But, had Prue really been so different? It was years before she told Andy the truth about her family, the story of the Warren family line of witches. The name didn't make the person, the actions did, and what she was seeing from Andy Trudeau now… whether he were Andy or this Leandro Alcazar… it was all the same.

He had always cared about his friends and family. He'd go to the limits for any of them. Was it such a shock that he would rush to his brother's bedside, then? Not really. If he were off and someone told him that Prue were dying, he'd rush back. Hell, he'd have rushed back if someone said that Phoebe or Piper were dying. In the end, he was still the same man. He was still the man she fell in love with, the man that had stood at her side in all of his human glory and faced down demons, warlocks and more all because he felt the need to protect her.

"So, you just… left." Prue shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment. There was so much information to take in so quickly that her head was starting to ache. The ringing in her ears was vaguely reminiscent of the time she switched powers with Phoebe. She didn't like it now anymore than she had back then. "Can you just leave a family like that?"

"Lorenzo did." He shrugged and sighed. He was obviously tired, both physically and emotionally. He looked haggard and weary, as though it took all of his will and concentration to stay on his feet. Prue waited for him to collapse at any moment. "I was sixteen, Prue. It was obvious that I wasn't going into the family business, and Luis was more than happy to take the reigns. I think Dad thought we would all eventually end up back home. Lorenzo did." He shrugged again. "I just… I made a life somewhere else."

"And Portland wasn't really Portland." She sighed. "Well, for a while, but not the entire time. And your ex-wife? Susan?"

"Doesn't have a clue. I never had a reason to tell her."

"But you're telling me." She sighed and her body slumped slightly. "I want to think it's because you trust me, but in the end… I wonder if it's because you seem to need something from me. You had to tell me. You didn't want to, and I should understand that. You found out about us because you had to. But, Andy…"

"When was I going to tell you, Prue? When we were laying in bed wondering if we'd ever make it to prom? When we broke up a million times? How about when we got back together? God, Prue, I'm scared that you're going to cut and run on me at any second…"

"That's not fair, Andy. I had my reasons."

"And this would have just been one more reason for you, one more excuse to stay far away from me. I love you, Prue, and of all the reasons you had to leave me, I didn't want this to be one of them. I didn't want a family business that I have nothing to do with to be a reason for you leaving me."

Prue narrowed her eyes in anger. Not at his words, necessarily, but because she knew that he was right. When she her reserve of fresh excuses were dwindling, she would have grabbed a hold of this one and never let it go. As things stood, she wanted to turn and get back on a plane. She wanted to go to San Francisco and pretend that none of this had happened and have a good reason to never see him again. Of course, she would have had to explain to her sisters, but even that she could put off for a time.

But, she loved him. She couldn't just walk away, not when there was so much love in his eyes. His royal blue shirt made his eyes seem just as dark, so different from when he wore any other shade. She knew that his eyes were a light, cerulean shade, but staring at him with eyes darkened by regality… Staring at him with eyes darkened by the immense love and desperation he felt, she couldn't just turn away from him.

"Andy, I just… God, am I even supposed to still call you that? Were you every Andy at all?"

"I've always been Andy. It's just weird being here sometimes because Lorenzo will never call me anything but Leandro." He sighed and shook his head. "The business may not be mine, Prue, but this family is. That's my brother in there, and I love him. I hate what he does for a living, and every part of my moral fiber says that I should have worked to put him in jail when he was in the States, but I love him no matter what."

A throat cleared behind Andy and Prue jumped. She'd been staring at him so intently that she didn't realize someone else was there. To look up and see Andy's face only inches behind the one she loved so dearly made her heart stop. There were a few differences, but not many. The man behind Andy had longer hair. Not so that it touched his shoulders or moved too freely, but long enough that he'd obviously used some sort of product to hold it all back. It would never reach a ponytail, but she bet when he washed it, the hair was long enough to shake. A beard was growing on his face, a face that was just a tiny bit fuller than Andy's, but it was something she could picture on Andy if he went a couple of days without shaving. It was… It was Andy, but it wasn't.

Dressed in all black, Lorenzo Alcazar crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at Prue with cool eyes. Not necessarily enough to give her a chill, but more than enough to let her know that he didn't think she should be there. That he didn't know what good she could possibly do other than to hold his brother's hand while Luis died. As it were, Prue didn't know that she could do more than that, anyway, and if she knew Andy at all, he would need her to at least do that for him. Lorenzo just seemed like a man that didn't trust very many people, and he didn't see the need for gawkers at his brother's deathbed.

"While I am sure that your conversation is riveting, by the time you're done, Leandro, Luis will be dead. If she's going to do anything, she needs to do it, now."

Andy sighed. This felt like the continuation of an argument that had been going on long before Prue arrived in Venezuela. "Prue, meet Lorenzo Alcazar. Lorenzo, this is Prue Halliwell."

Lorenzo nodded. "Nice to meet you, though believe me, I wish it were under different circumstances."

"Uh, same here." She looked to Andy. "What is it that you think I can do?" She looked at him with an intense gaze. "What did you tell him that I could do?"

Instead of answering either question, Andy just took her hand and turned. He pushed past Lorenzo and walked her into the room. A few feet inside, Prue stopped, planting her feet firmly. Even though she didn't know Luis Alcazar, the sight of him sprung instant tears to her eyes. Where there was enough about Lorenzo to distinguish him from her lover, she felt as though she were staring at Andy lying near death's door on that bed. Most of Luis was covered in bandages, but down to the body type, she would swear that it was Andy.

Prue took a shaky step forward, pulling her hand from Andy. It was like being in a nightmare. She thought possibly the intense pounding of her heart was what she'd have felt had she gotten the premonition that Phoebe had of Andy dying. Phoebe had seen a dead Andy Trudeau lying on the floor of the manor, and she was seeing him on the brink of death on a bed in South America.

She stopped at the foot of the bed and her fingers wrapped around the painted wood that ended the bed. "I…" She stopped as her throat closed up and concentrated to open it back up. "I don't know what you want me to do, Andy."

He walked up behind her and she felt his arms slide around her waist. His nose weasled its way into the back of her hair. He rose one hand and pulled her hair back behind her head, then rested his chin on her shoulder. Andy's breath was hot against her neck as he whispered, "You can fix this, Prue. You can make him better."

She turned to him slowly, her eyes wide with shock. "Andy…" She shook her head. "Even if we knew a…" She looked behind him to Lorenzo then sighed. She lowered her voice. "…spell that would fix this." Prue's head turned over her shoulder to look at Luis. "It would take the Power of Three, and there's only me."

"You know something else that can do this, Prue." He hugged her tightly and she felt his body sag ever so slightly. "I hate doing this," he said, pulling back enough to look into her face. "I hate asking you for this. I don't want to ask you for anything. But, he's my brother. I can't let him die knowing that I know someone who can fix this."

Prue pulled away from him and walked to the window. Looking out of the high rise hotel, she could see clear through the city. They were in a bustline area, and all of the people rushing back and forth looked like so many toys being slid across a huge game board. So many people down there, so many strangers, innocents…

She knew that it was in her power to help them all, should they need it. So many strangers she had helped over the years, people who she would never see again. She'd asked so much of Andy in the past. How could she deny him even the attempt? There was no guarantee that it would work, that it could even be done. A small voice inside of her laid out all of the cons to doing this, but she didn't listen to it. She couldn't. Of all the things that had broken them up in the past, she knew that, should she not even try, this would surely be the end of them. There was no way that Andy would ever look at her again, knowing that she'd had the opportunity to save his brother and hadn't even tried. And she wouldn't have been able to look at him knowing that she had failed him so dearly.

Prue slowly turned back around and sighed. "Alright," she said, then turned her head upwards. She thought that she probably should have had Lorenzo leave the room, but seeing as how she would have to explain to Luis when he woke up, if he woke up, there was no use in clearing the room of bystanders. Besides, she got the distinct impression that, one way or another, Lorenzo would force the truth from someone.

She called out, "Leo!" Her arms were folded tightly around her midsection. Andy crossed the floor and put his arms around her. Slowly, her arms came loose, then wrapped around his waist. She turned her head to the side and called out, again. "Leo! I know you hear me! Let Piper go and get here! Leo! Dammit, Leo where are you!"

A shimmer of white lights fell into the room, hundred of little glowing bulbs. They came together to form a tall man with short blonde hair and a very confused look on his face. Before he could say anything, though, Lorenzo's gasp took everyone's attention. He stood with his arms at his sides, staring unabashedly at the new addition to the room.

Lorenzo shook his head, looked again, then ran a hand down his face. He took his eyes off of this man who could only be the summoned Leo and looked at his brother. "Leandro…" His voice was low and a little bit shaky. "Dear God, what have you brought down upon us?"