A/N: Okay, so, just as the last three chapters, this one (9) through 11 were done on the pc and the pc Microsoft Word pages are different from this. Three on PC are equivalent to 3 on here (a laptop). So I'm posting three chapters at once (Which is all I have typed so far). The rest will be longer, since I have yet to make up Ch 12.

The thank you's:

Charmed Greek: Lol. Well, you'll find out soon what she does!

Wyatt333: Ah, thanks for pointing that out. In the original, unedited fic, I had her name as Presley. But then I used that in "Generation Charmed" and I decided that if Prue was really moving on, she'd break the "P" name thing, as well. I tried to change them all, but I guess I missed that! Thanks for letting me know.

Jade-Eye Halliwell: Coolie. Thanks for the info. And the review!

Sveta89: Thanks for the info and the review!

PrUe AnD AnDy: Hehe. You'll see!

AlexyWill22: No, I don't mind the mention in your update at all! Haha. Nice options. And it's terrible that fanfic canceled your fics! What did you do wrong? So many questions, so many answers I'm not gonna give – Smiles sweetly. – And it has been awhile since I updated again, hm? Hehe.

Gomay: Lol. Dunno. Cause I'm evil?

Did I miss anyone? I hope not! And thanks to everyone who gave me the baby info. I'm never really around little kids, so I don't know! Lol.

Okay, here you guys go! Three chapters coming your way!

Please enjoy and please review!

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The door banged open so hard, the whole house shook.

Bryce jumped and ran to the front door. Prue was stumbling into the room, a pained expression on her face.

"Prue!" Bryce cried, running to her. He grabbed onto her, wrapping his arms around her middle just as her knees buckled. He felt something warm and sticky on his hand. When he pulled his hand away, blood covered his palm and fingers. His eyes widened in horror.

Prue was pale and shaking. She tried to speak but she couldn't. Finally, she managed, "Couch."

Bryce lifted her up and into the living room, placing her gently on the couch. He lifted her shirt to reveal a very deep, very large stab wound.

"I have to get you to the hospital," Bryce cried, tears in his eyes and every thought of the spell book vanished from his mind. He stood to run and get the phone, but Prue grasped his wrist and pulled him down.

"No. Can't. Don't," Prue said hoarsely. "I can't go to the hospital."

"Prue, you're going to die!" Bryce cried.

Prue nodded weakly, wincing in pain. "I've lied to you, Bryce. I've lied about a lot of things and I'm sorry I did now. I did it for you, for me, for our daughters and now I'm-" Prue paused. "I'm a witch. A witch with powers and-" Prue coughed. Some blood trickled from her mouth. "I tried to run from it but it came back and bit me in the ass, or, rather, stabbed me in the stomach."

Bryce shook his head. "I know, I know. I saw that book in your draw, but I didn't want to tell you. Oh, Prue." He took her hands in his and kissed them.

"Maybe it's best I die. Then Jaclyn and Alex can live a normal life. Their powers are bound and you must make sure they stay that way. Bryce, I love you with all my heart. Take care of them, please." Prue coughed again. "I love you. Tell Jaclyn and Alex I love them."

And she was gone.

For the longest time, Bryce cried his eyes out. He had blood on his hands, shirt, forehead, and face. Still sobbing, he grabbed the phone up and dialed the operator.

"Get me the San Francisco Police Department. It's an emergency," Bryce said hoarsely.

A few minutes later, there was a click and someone speaking.

"I need Andy Trudeau," Bryce said, "Now."

Another few minutes passed. Prue's body was growing cold.

"Inspector Trudeau," came a voice on the phone.

"T-this is Bryce Walters. I . . . I'm Prue's husband."

Andy was silent for a moment. Prue . . . Prue. "Can I help you?" he asked anxiously, almost too much so.

"Prue's . . . Prue's dead!" Bryce blurted. He was too upset to screw around.

Andy was silent again. It took much strength not to drop the phone.

"Where are you?" Andy asked.

"San Diego, California," Bryce replied.

Andy was once again silent. "I'm sending an ambulance right away from the closest hospital to you. What's your exact address?"

Bryce told him and Andy immediately had a police officer contact the nearest hospital and dispatch an ambulance.

"I'm on my way, too. I'll be there soon," Andy promised. He and Bryce exchanged a few words and then hung up.

Bryce hesitated, then covered Prue with a blanket and went upstairs where he cleaned himself off. Jaclyn would be home from preschool soon and Alex was upstairs asleep. He didn't want them to see all the blood and, especially, Prue.

It seemed like hours, but the ambulance finally showed up and, soon after, Andy Trudeau entered the house. He immediately spotted Bryce and walked over, guessing who he was by his red eyes and quivering lip.

"Andy Trudeau," Andy said, shaking his hand, but stiffly. It pained him to know that this man was – or, rather, had been – married to Prue for the past six or seven years. Worse was the fact that he was meeting this man under terrible circumstances. He was, also, trying very hard to keep from breaking down. He hadn't seen the body yet and he didn't want to because once he did, it would make everything real; Prue would really be dead and he couldn't deny it.

"Bryce Walters," Bryce replied stiffly, shaking Andy's hand. He heard a short whine and a tired cry for 'daddy' coming from upstairs. "Excuse me . . . Alex needs me."

"Alex?" Andy asked, frowning.

Bryce nodded. "It's short for Alexandra. Alex is our – Prue's and my – second born."

Andy cleared his throat to keep from cursing. "You have two children?"

"Yes. Jaclyn is our first born," Bryce replied. He realized this was becoming awkward – for him and Andy. "I need to go check on Alex before she comes downstairs. I don't want her to see her mom like . . . this."

Andy nodded and watched Bryce go upstairs. He sighed and was about to go into the living room, where Prue's body lay, when there was a knock at the door. He walked over and opened it. On the porch stood a woman with blonde hair and brown eyes, She held the hand of a young girl who bore a major resemblance to Prue.

"Hi. I'm Clarissa Simons. I live down the street from Prue and Bryce," the woman said, looking confused and worried. "We carpool and- is he home?"

"He's home, but he can't come to the door. Is this Jaclyn?" Andy asked, looking at the beautiful little girl and smiling, then back at Clarissa.

Clarissa nodded. "He can't come to the door at all? I'm running late for an appointment and I can't bring Jaclyn. My husband isn't home or I'd let her come play with my daughter at our house."

"Leave her with me. I'll make sure she gets safely to her dad," Andy assured her. But Clarissa looked skeptical and wouldn't let go of Jaclyn's hand, so Andy flashed his SFPD badge.

"Oh my goodness, did something happen?" Clarissa asked, eyes wide.

"I can't discuss that with you," Andy said. He smiled at Jaclyn and led her inside. "You better go to your appointment before you end up running even later," he told Clarissa before closing the door in her face.

"Where's daddy?" Jaclyn asked, looking up at Andy with a scared expression.

"He's upstairs with your baby sister," Andy explained.

"And mommy?" Jaclyn asked.

Andy didn't respond right away. He held Jaclyn's hand firmly so she wouldn't run off into the living room and see Prue.

"Where's mommy?" Jaclyn asked, her eyes filling with tears.

But before she could put on the water works, Bryce came downstairs.

"Hey, sweetie," he said to Jaclyn, smiling and picking her up. "Let's go upstairs and let these nice men do their work, then we can go for ice cream, okay?"

Andy watched as Bryce took Jaclyn upstairs. The last thing he heard before they were out of earshot was Jaclyn asking, "Where's mommy?"