Hello (few) people who read this! This is Becca, one of the authors (rebanana), we finally updated (me and the other awesome author, Teeny). And we hope you'll like it. If you'll remember the last part was when she was dialing Andy's telephone. I hope I can get more to you guys soon (I sadly injured my hand during softball, but luckily I can still type). Please review, review, review.

And thank you to all our reviewers, we appreciate it. (hehe saying it's the best teen fic u've ever read really is a big honor, The-Cheese-Fairy, also you guys have requested their ages, prue- 23 piper- 21 phoebe- 17 paige-15)

Enjoy.

Her heart was pulsing quickly within her. She conscientiously tapped her foot in the few seconds she didn't hear a voice. "Please, please come on! I need you." She whispered into the phone. Piper flashed her an odd look, one of shocked nature that Prue herself was pleading for someone. Prue heard a voice from the phone, his voice, his voice!

"Hello this is Andy Trudeau, please leave a message at the tone and I'll try to get back to you soon as possible." She let out a sizable cry, and hung up the phone. She could feel the sadness come up to her throat, threatening to leave tears. "Suck it up," She told herself silently.

Piper hated seeing one of the only strong people in her life break down. First it was her mother, now Prue? A year ago, she could've never seen this happening. Never could've seen her responsible respected mother become a recluse, her father becoming a deadbeat dad… Never could've seen her strong fierce older sister become weak with one breath…. She never would've seen her baby sisters, Phoebe and Paige, of all people, to become alcoholics and withdrawn from the whole world. The truth was, not even a psychic could've seen it coming; it was a perfect family turned horribly dysfunctional. Piper just started to realize that perfect would never be real.

She turned to Prue, and gave her the support she needed. Enveloping her in a hug, Piper let her big sister cry into her shoulder until she was out of tears. Prue was trying to stop crying, but she couldn't, not after Andy wasn't there. He was her only hope of trying to clean this up, and he had abandoned her. Prue thought that saying something would help stop it all, "I-is Phoebe o-o-oka-y-y?' She asked, bursting into hysterics at the sound that came out of her mouth.

Piper felt tears seeping out of her own eyes, but she needed to be strong for Prue, as Prue had done for her all those years. "She's fine, Prue, she's got a pulse, turned on her side, and looks as if she's going to be conscious any minute now."

Prue only nodded and sniffed, getting herself together, before any more bottled emotions showed themselves. "Y-you should get her a-a trashcan. By how much she's drunk she's going to be sick." She wiped her eyes, only succeeding in making them redder.

Piper moved the trash can towards Phoebe's side and then looked Prue straight in the eyes, "Why do you act like you weren't just crying?"

"W-what do you mean, Piper?" She asked her sister shakily. She closed her eyes tightly. She didn't want to be probed like this, "Piper, just leave me alone." She said more gruffly than she had meant.

"I'm sorry." She said in a snappy tone and sat beside Phoebe's drooping body, and ran her hand across her sister's pale forehead. "You know, this is hard for me too." She whispered.

"Oh god, Pipe, I didn't mean it that way. I just- just don't think this is the time to talk about my feelings right now. I think we should be talking about Phoebe and Paige, you know?" She draped a soft wool blanket over Phoebe's side.

Phoebe suddenly stirred; Prue took in a breath. She knew that once Phoebe was fully awake things weren't going to get better; they were going to be hard. Phoebe opened her eyes and was surprised to see her sisters in the room.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked as she said up slowly, obviously feeling a little nauseated.

"We found you, you—''

"You've got to be kidding me," Phoebe mumbled to herself as she stood up, swaying slightly.

Piper reached out to hold her steady but Phoebe pulled her away.

"Phoebe," Prue said gently.

"Don't touch me. You have no right."

"Now hold on just a second," Piper said firmly. "Calm down. We're here to help you."

"Help me? Help me? What makes you think I need help?" Phoebe yelled angrily as she grabbed a sweatshirt.

"Are you serious?" Piper asked in disbelief, it was then that she lost it. "Phoebe, look around you! Look at yourself! You can't honestly tell me you're fine! That's bullshit!"

Phoebe looked at her, surprised but still angry.

"You need help, Phoebe," Prue said

"We all need help, Prue," Phoebe spat back. When she saw Paige in the doorframe, her eyes softened. "Don't try to fix things."

Phoebe walked over to her closet. And stared in disbelief. She looked through boxes in the back and shelves, but it was all gone. All of her booze was gone. She felt an unadulterated loathing toward Prue and Piper.

"What have you done? Where is it all?"

"I threw it away," Piper said simply.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, Phoebe," Prue finally stepped in. "This needs to be done."

"Don't tell me what needs to be done, Prue. You cannot waltz in here after all this time and think you can pick of the pieces so easily." Phoebe swayed slightly. "I don't need your help."

"You obviously do."

"And what do you think you can fix, Prue? Huh?"

"You can't possibly be happy like this, Phoebe," Piper said.

Phoebe looked at Paige.

"You know what? I'm not happy. But nothing is ever going to change that. So what you try, it's going to help." Phoebe looked up at Paige who looked back mutually. "We don't need you here. Maybe Paige might want you here, but I don't. If you're going to be trying to fix things, you're just trying to get away from dealing with the problems that you have, the problems that made you leave. I don't want you here. Paige and I are fine we take care of ourselves."

"Are you kicking us out?" Piper asked in disbelief.

There was a pause that settled upon them. Phoebe held Paige's look once more before she answered.

"Yes, I am. Get out." Phoebe shot them one more look of hatred before running to the bathroom and throwing up.