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A/N: Ok, so I am evil and deserve to be shot for waiting this long to update. I've been having serious writers block issues, and well exams AHH! Anyway here is the next chapter. I'm not even sure if any one is still following this fic or not but hey!

Vulnerable Child: Chapter 10

"I'll trust you forever," sighed Phoebe, brushing her short brunette hair out of her face, "Forever until we die, promise." She was sitting in the garden, picking daisies from the vast, green lawn, with Piper. Piper smiled and looked at her ten year old sister, so young. Even though she was only two years older than Phoebe, she still trusted her, and kept her secrets. She looked up towards the house, she saw a thirteen year old Prue sitting at her window, glaring down at them. How come Prue and I can never have this good a relationship? Why is she so secretive, it's as though she doesn't trust me. Maybe it's because I get along with Phoebe so well, they've never really gotten along… Her line of thought was interrupted by Phoebe letting out a small squeal. Piper's eyes darted towards the small girl, as she grasped her knee in her hands, letting out small cries.

"Phoebe, what's wrong?" asked Piper as she moved closer to her,

"A bee!" Yelled Phoebe, still clutching her knee as though it was about to fall off. Piper smirked, but quietly so Phoebe wouldn't hear.

"Did you get stung?" she asked. Phoebe nodded, sniffling, and allowing her lips to fall into a small pout. "Let me see," Piper examined Phoebe's knee, the stinger had already fallen out, and there was only a tiny red mark. She rubbed it gently,

"It's alright, see," Phoebe peered down at her knee, the red mark was disappearing quite quickly, she screwed up her face.

"Its not really that bad, is it?"

"Not at all, I mean your leg is going to fall off but that's all," Phoebe's eyes widened when Piper said this, and her face turned a little white, "Kidding," smiled Piper, "You're fine," She pulled herself up off the lawn and began walking to the house. She motioned for Phoebe to follow her, "Come on, we'll put some baking power on it and everything will be fine, that will take the sting away." Phoebe got up and limped after her; she caught up with Piper and smiled.

"You always take care of me,"

Piper sat staring down at her sister; suddenly she was that little girl again - in need of Piper's protection. Piper stood up and walked towards Phoebe, holding her hands out slightly in front of her, as a cautious gesture. Phoebe pulled away from Piper, banging her back off the banister of the stairs as she jerked her body backwards. She let out a hiss of pain, but didn't stop pushing her body backwards.

"Phoebe, please," said Piper, as she continued walking towards her sister.

"No, stay away from me Piper, stay away!" she yelled, as she moved away from the stairs. Piper stopped walking,

"Ok, I've stopped. Please don't shut me out, we need to talk about this. All of us,"

"NO!" yelled Phoebe, "You promised me! You said I could trust you, and I… I thought I could," said Phoebe, she wanted to cry, she wanted to curl up in a corner and sob but she didn't. She didn't want to show her vulnerability.

"Phoebe please, you can trust me! You know you can trust me, I was just doing what I thought was best."

"But you knew, I mean I told you what I was going to do. You knew that I would handle it," said Phoebe, still holding her tears back, refusing to let the flood gates open.

"I couldn't let you do that. Phoebe come on! If you had gone through with that, you… you don't know what you're doing."

"Yes I do! I'm solving my problem! Maybe you should mind your own business!"

"You are my business Phoebe, I care about you, I want to take care of you," said Piper, slowly beginning to edge closer to Phoebe,

"I don't need you to take care of me! I'm old enough to know what's best for me! Why can't you understand that?" pleaded Phoebe, she had reached a corner, and couldn't walk back any further,

"I don't understand it because you got pregnant at 15! How can you think you're in control, you can't go through with this abortion, you won't be able to live with yourself! I can't let you do this!"

"Stop it now, both of you!" said Grams, she had appeared at the kitchen door, "Phoebe needs this abortion. She can't be a mother at 15, she's not old enough. I know it, and deep down you know it too Piper. So she'll keep her appointment, and I'll go with her for support. That is how it has to be,"

"But Grams," Pleaded Piper,

"No, this is not your decision Piper," she said firmly,

"Yeah, well its not yours either," Piper snapped as she marched past Grams, banging into her and storming up the stairs. Phoebe looked up at Grams; she had finally let the tears begin to fall,

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"So am I," replied Grams as she walked back through to the kitchen.