A/N: VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE! ALL MUST READ! I'm having some computer problems. I got an Ipod for Christmas and I don't have the proper software to run it. Tomorrow, my dad is calling the computer store and I'm either going to have my windows software updated, or I'm getting a laptop. So I might not be able to update for a few days. I'm really sorry and please forgive me!

Now to thank the reviewers:

wyatt333, Lol. Reading your review was humorous, but in a good way. Some of the things you mentioned will either A) sort of happen or B) happen fully. You'll see which is which later on into the fic.

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Prue pulled away. "I can't do this," she said, shaking her head and backing up.

"Did you leave a boyfriend behind, too?" Bryce asked. This time, however, he seemed less sympathetic and more jealous.

Prue licked her lips. "Kind of. I-I mean . . . No. No boyfriend. I just- I'm still mourning for my sisters and this move was a very sudden thing. I'm just not ready to be involved with someone. And we did just meet."

Bryce nodded. His jealousy seemed to ebb away, replaced by happiness. "I understand. Well, how about I take you out for lunch? That way you can get a break from al this unpacking and we can get to know each other for next time."

"Next time?' Prue asked as Bryce took her hand and dragged her out of the room, down the steps, and outside.

"Next time we kiss," Bryce replied. He winked at her as he took her across the street to his car and helped her in.

Prue laughed. "Right. Next time."

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Back in San Francisco, Andy Trudeau stood inside Halliwell Manor with his partner, Daryl Morris. The place had been left untouched save for a few missing items.

"Why would Prue just up and leave? It doesn't make sense," Andy said, grief-stricken.

"Both her sisters were murdered, Andy," Daryl replied. "She was upset and she had no one.

"But she had me," Andy retorted.

"If you're entire family was murdered and the killer was still on the loose, would you want to stick around in the house where they were killed?" Daryl asked.

"But the kil-" Andy paused. He had almost said that the killer had been identified and dealt with. But then he'd have to tell Daryl Prue's secret and the real reason her sister's had been murdered. And even though Prue had up and left without telling him, he still couldn't betray her secret.

"The killer?" Daryl probed. "You know something about the killer?"

Andy shook his head. "No. Just . . . let's keep the Manor as it is, just in case Prue comes back. We'll pay the bills and I'll come clean it up once in awhile so it doesn't get too dusty or dirty. We'll have all the mail forwarded to the station. And maybe we should board it up so no one can break in."

"Andy, Prue's gone. She isn't coming back and we can't afford to keep this place up and running," Daryl replied.

"I don't care. We'll find a way," Andy replied. "And we're keeping P3 open, too. P3 was Piper's baby." Without giving Daryl a chance to argue, he turned and left.

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Prue bit into her burger and the delicious juices and multiple flavors burst into her mouth.

"Mm. This is really delicious."

Bryce smiled. "This is the best place to come for lunch." He took a big bite out of his own burger.

Prue smiled and sipped her water. She tried to keep any thought of her sisters, Andy, magic, and her old life out of her mind. She wanted to enjoy this.

"So, tell me about yourself," Bryce said.

"What do you want to know?" Prue asked hesitantly.

"This isn't twenty questions and I won't pry, so don't worry," Bryce promised, smiling. "I just want to get to know my new neighbor."

"Well," Prue replied, "I'm from California. I used to work at a museum, but then I left and took up a position at an auction house, which I enjoyed for a long time. But I just wasn't happy. I had planned on leaving and becoming a professional photographer but then my sisters . . . So I decided to leave Los Angeles and I moved here."

"Did you leave behind any other family?" Bryce asked.

Prue frowned but shook her head. "My mother died when I was little. My grandmother raised my sisters and me but she died a year ago. I'm not really sure where my father is. He wasn't really a part of our lives."

"Wow. No offense, but you have a pretty screwed up family," Bryce commented.

Prue chuckled half-heartedly. "You don't know the half of it. So, tell me something about you."

"Me?" Bryce said. "Well, I lived with my mom and my brother. My father left my mom soon after my brother, Jeff, was born. When I was fifteen, Jeff passed away. My mom was . . . really depressed. I left for college three years later and I never looked back. I got a job and supported myself and then I came here once I could afford to live in my own house."

"Wow. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle," Prue replied, then winced. "And that sounded really corny."

"But true. We both have screwed up families and we both ran from it," Bryce agreed.

Prue smiled, but inside, she felt so confused and lost. She should be mourning for her sisters. She shouldn't be telling a complete stranger about her whole life story when she was trying to start over. She should be thinking about Andy who she'd been close to getting back together with. Most of all, she shouldn't have been falling in love.

But she was.

Half an hour later, they paid (well, Bryce paid; he insisted!) and they headed back to Prue's house where they sat on the couch.

"We should do that again sometime," Bryce suggested, smiling at Prue.

Prue laughed. "So, I have a question."

Bryce nodded. "Ask away."

"Was that a first date?" Prue asked.

Bryce nodded again. "Yeah, I think it was."