A/N: No reviews for last chapter? – Pouts – Well, I haven't updated in awhile. Uhm, well, here's the next chapter. I'm going to end it soon, though.

So please enjoy and please, please review (so I don't feel like I'm talking to myself).

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"Mommy, mommy, mommy!" Jaclyn cried, jumping into Piper's arms. Alex clung to Prue's leg, jumping up and down as high and fast as her three year old legs would carry her.

"I missed you girls so much," Prue murmured, snuggling Jaclyn close, her free hand playing with Alex's hair.

"How'd you come back, mommy? Daddy said you'd gone for a long, long sleep and you wouldn't get up again," Jaclyn said.

Prue glanced at Bryce, then Jaclyn. "You'll understand when you're older, sweetie." She placed Jaclyn back in her bed, then detached Alex (with difficulty) from her leg and placed her in her bed, too.

"I know you're happy to see me, girls, but go back to bed. I'll take you out for an entire day tomorrow. I promise. Ice cream and the toy store and anything else you want."

The girls obeyed. After tucking them in, Prue and Bryce left the room quietly. They went to their own room, where they embraced and kissed for a long time before pulling apart.

"I missed you," Prue said softly. "Do you really forgive me for lying? I mean, finding out I'm not who I really am at all is . . . big. Plus, finding out I'm a witch is even harder to grasp."

"I know, I know, and I do have questions but mostly, I'm so happy to have you back that I don't even care you lied. I never thought this possible until-"

"Until?" Prue prompted.

And so Bryce began to tell Prue about reading the spell in the Book of Shadows, and going to the future where he met their third daughter. He told her, reluctantly, about the demon that had originally killed her; how that demon would do it again and how Bryce was never a part of the family and not even Jaclyn and Alex would talk about him to her.

Prue sat on the bed, shaky.

"Do you know who attacked you the first time?" he asked, unsure.

Prue nodded. "The demon who I thought I had killed already . . . the one who killed my sisters. This time, instead of using his powers, he killed me using a knife, knowing it would truly kill me this time,"

Bryce nodded.

"S-so, we have another daughter?" Prue smiled. "That's nice. But I don't understand why you wouldn't be a part of the family."

"I don't know, but that's not for a long time. We have time to change things," Bryce reminded her.

"I hope you're right," Prue said grimly.

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Later that night, Prue entered P3 to see it hadn't changed a bit. If Piper and Phoebe had been there, it would have been exactly as it had before she'd left – and they'd died.

She found Paige sitting at a table near the bar and joined her.

"Hey," she said, forcing a smile. Being here with another sister – half or not – felt odd and wrong.

Paige only managed a smile.

"So-" Prue said, at a loss for words.

"I'm glad I could help bring you back," Paige said suddenly, turning red at how stupid it sounded.

Prue smiled. "Don't worry. I've seen and heard weirder. I've been doing this for about nine years, give or take since I was dead a few months, and since I gave it up after my sisters-"

Paige nodded understandingly.

"So how long have you known about your powers?" Prue asked, just to hold on to conversation.

"I found out about them about six months after my parents – foster parents – were killed. It wasn't until after that I figured out I escaped the car by disappearing in this blue light show and appearing in another place."

"Orbing," Prue replied. "You're half-Whitelighter. They're like guardian angels for witches."

"That explains that," Paige said. "And it also explains my, uhm, orbing telekinesis. "

"Orbing telekinesis?" Prue asked, frowning.

"I can bring things to myself, like telekinesis. But they come in orb lights," Paige explained.

"That's kind of like my power, only minus the orbs," Prue said. She chewed her lip. "I wish you had been able to meet Piper and Phoebe. They were really great people."

Paige smiled kindly and nodded. "I'm sure they were. How-how did it happen?"

"Demons," Prue mumbled. "A demon did it."

Paige didn't know what to say. So she said nothing.

"I should go soon. Bryce and I have a lot to catch up on. It was good to see you, though. We should keep in touch," Prue said, standing.

Paige nodded. "Okay. We will."

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The next day, Prue went to see Andy.

"P-Prue. But you-you were dead," Andy stuttered.

"How do you remember that?" Prue asked. "They modified everyone's memories."

"They?" Andy asked, still in shock.

"Not now. Uh, yeah, I'm back. Alive and back for good. We need to talk, don't we?" Prue said, forcing an apologetic smile.

Andy nodded. "Oh yeah."

They left the station and went for a ride around San Francisco. Prue spent the time explaining what had happened, everything from the day her sister's died to the day she had come back (yesterday). She paused every now and then to let things sink in, but otherwise she spoke non-stop for a good two hours.

Finally, Andy pulled the car to a stop and looked at her.

"You've been through a lot," he said unnecessarily.

Prue nodded. "Thanks for keeping P3 and the Manor going. I owe you big for that."

"You don't owe me anything," Andy said, shaking his head. "I'm just glad you're back. Even if we can't be- you know."

Prue nodded sadly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Andy didn't look at her as he said this. It was obvious he was hurting.

"Look, I should get back to the girls. I promised them a day out together. But we'll do dinner sometime this week, okay?"

Andy nodded and drove back to the station without saying a word. They got out of the car and Prue watched him walk back inside before getting back in the car and driving home.