She leaned against the door frame and watched him sleeping. Or, at least she thought he was sleeping. Andy's arm was tossed over his eyes. His chest rose and fell so minutely that she could barely see it across the distance. He wore a black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest, and unfastened black slacks. Even his socks were black.

The bedside lamp was on, and for the first time, she took real note of the ring he wore on his right middle finger. The light bounced off of the gold. It was almost identical to the ring that she'd seen on Lorenzo, worn on the same hand. A similar ring had rested on the table beside Luis, and she would bet that he worse his on the same hand, as well. She'd never taken a look at it before, but she thought she might do it this time. She was an antique's dealer, after all, and family heirlooms and their crests were of interest to her.

Andy moved, and Prue knew that he wasn't asleep. His arm fell and he rolled to his side. His eyelids rose halfway. Prue sighed and said, "Phoebe had a couple of visions. I need to go back home."

He sat up with a groan, straightening himself up. He bent forward and ran his hands up his face. "You don't need an excuse to leave, Prue," he said in a low voice. "You could just go."

"It's not an excuse, Andy." She crossed the floor with her arms folded low over her stomach. Prue stopped at the foot of the bed, somewhat cautious. His brother would live, but Andy still seemed to have a weight on him. She didn't want to get into an argument before she left. It could possibly be one that they would never finish when he came back home. If he came back home.

Sighing, she walked around to the side, then sat down beside him. "She had a vision of your brother," Prue told him. "She thought it was you, and they've been trying to get in touch with me. Lorenzo let me use a phone to call home, and…" She shrugged. "I didn't tell her anything, just that we'd taken care of it. I guess we were supposed to save him, anyway."

"Isn't that nice?"

His voice was hot and angry. But, who was he mad at? "You don't have to be like this, ya know." She sighed and shook her head. "I just thought I'd tell you. The other vision… they need the Power of Three, so Leo's going to orb me back. Lot quicker than flying from South America."

He rose his head slowly and looked at her. His eyes, usually so bright and clear, were dark and muddied. "Then go, Prue." He sighed and put his head back down. "Go, and… I'll be there eventually. I've got things to do here and by the time I get back to San Francisco, I figure you'll have made up your mind, so just…" He shrugged. "Put the stuff I have at the manor in a box and leave it near the door."

"Andy…" Her brow furrowed. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You act like this is it. Like we just had a vacation break-up on a non-vacation. Did I miss something?"

"You tell me, Prue. I haven't talked to you since Leo tried to heal Luis. I don't know what you've been doing, but it's apparently whatever you can to be nowhere near me. I lied to you, Prue, I get that, and as pissed as I was that you lied to me all that time… I should understand. And ya know what? Part of me does understand. But another part of me says that my secret was nowhere near as big as yours and, goddammit, I deserve forgiveness."

Prue looked at him in shock. Forgiveness, to her, wasn't even a matter to be pondered. The only matter of forgiveness that could have been part of the equation as far as she was concerned would have been if she hadn't called Leo and convinced him to help. Then, it wouldn't have just been Andy forgiving her. It would have been Prue trying to forgive herself.

Sure, there was a time when she would have taken him to town for lying. A bit of the old Prue still wanted to do it. She wanted to stand there, in a high-rise Caraquan hotel, and scream at him for not trusting her. She could have handled the news. She'd handled it when he finally was forced to tell, hadn't she? So what would have been the big deal? Yes, it would have been a fine row between the two, but it was one that wasn't necessary. He had told her the truth. She had accepted it. What more was there to do about it?

Now, she just wanted to take him home. There were things that needed to be done back in San Francisco, feelings to take care of. He was still visibly upset over his brother's attempted murder, and he needed to be some place where he could sit down and really wrap his head around things. They also needed to go back so he could explain things to Piper and Phoebe.

Both had questioned her when she called home, but that was something that she couldn't tell. It wasn't her secret to share. Technically, Andy hadn't even shared her secret with Lorenzo. He'd found out when he saw it himself. So, if he could give her the chance to explain it, she could do the same. She just told them that it wasn't Andy, he was perfectly healthy, and that she would be home as soon as she could. She didn't say whether it would be with or without Andy. She supposed the latter.

"I was trying to give you space, Andy. Time to deal with all of this. Time to be with your brothers. You haven't talked to them in years, and when you do, it's because of some tragedy. I wasn't being distant. I was trying to be considerate."

"Well, don't," he said with a sigh. "It doesn't suit you." Andy looked up at her and sighed again. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now, Prue. I just…" He shook his head. "I don't know how to handle everything."

She suspected that 'everything' wasn't his end of whatever cover-up she had last overheard Andy and Lorenzo speaking about. Instead, she thought it was more directly related to his brothers. She also felt that the anger he held, what he lashed out at her with, was just as directly related to Lorenzo and Luis Alcazar.

"They pulled me back into something that I didn't want to be a part of. I don't regret helping Luis, but I regret that this even happened. That I even had to be called into it." He sighed and dropped back on the bed. His head hit the pillows and his legs straightened. "Am I supposed to just go back to my life, now? Do I tell Lorenzo not to call me with any more of his mess? Or am I supposed to go out and do what I know the PCPD won't do?"

"And what is that?"

He rolled his head to the side and looked at her with steady eyes. "Find my brother's killer… attempted killer." He ran his hand down his face. "They don't give a damn who pushed him off of that balcony. As far as those people are concerned, they're glad he's dead."

"Andy…"

"I put in a call to some people I know. People that either don't know who I am, or who have ignored that my name is Leandro Alcazar. People outside of Port Charles." She sighed. "My brothers have federal connections, we all do. They saved Luis's ass from prosecution once, and really, even they don't care who did this. If anyone is convicted, it'll be a quick scapegoat so they can close the file. But, honestly, I don't think there will ever be a conviction."

"Andy, I don't know what you want me to say. We could probably find out, have Phoebe call a premonition, but… Do you really want to know? I mean, in the end… Yes, you want to know who attacked your brother, but do you want to know why? Would you want to know if it made him look bad?"

"Honestly?" He sat up and leaned against the headboard. "I don't know."

"I don't think you do. You don't want to think that maybe Luis deserved whatever he got. You don't want it to be that obvious. And whether or not he deserved it… you don't want to be the person to tell Lorenzo who was behind it all."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you, Andy, and I know that you don't want someone's death on your hands. I'm not stupid. I know that if Lorenzo knows who pushed Luis, he'll have them killed, and neither of us can be a party to that. But, we can save him, and we did. And you can cover up the fact that he's alive, so he can get better. After that, it's out of our hands."

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, then Andy said, "You should be going. There are demons to vanquish and they can't do that without you."

"I know." She leaned forward and put her arms around him. Prue was still for a second, until Andy's arms wrapped around her shoulders. He pressed her tight against him for a second, then she pulled back. "Do you want to just orb with us?"

"Uh… no." Andy let out a small laugh. "I'm used to a lot of things, but I don't think I'll ever want to touch that part of magic." He snickered again, then shook his head. "Besides, I've got to talk to Lorenzo, and Luis might actually be somewhat lucid tomorrow. I need to make sure they know what's going on, and to keep their mouths shut."

"Always trying to protect my secret."

"And you'll protect mine." He kissed her gently, then put his fingertips at the corner of her mouth. "Now, you get home. Tell Phoebe to stop complaining that she didn't get to go on vacation, because I know she is." He smirked. "I've still got a place down here that I can bribe her with if she doesn't take my news too well."

"I'm sure that'll help it along."

"Exactly. So, go, and I'll see you in a couple of days. And be careful," Andy said. "The last thing I need is to come back to San Francisco and find you in some warlock's clutches."

"From your mouth to Melinda Warren's ears."

Prue smiled and kissed Andy once more, this time harder, then stood up from the bed. She watched him as he laid back down and closed his eyes. Maybe he would finally get some sleep. He definitely needed it. She turned as she felt a presence behind her and looked up at Leo. "Ready to go, huh?" He nodded and she took his hand. Prue looked at Andy one more time before they orbed out and smiled. For once, she felt fully confident that she hadn't picked up another excuse to break up with him… Because she didn't want one.