A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews! I love to hear from anyone that's reading, even if it's just constructive criticism.

Chapter 3

Present:

After helping with the dishes, Piper headed upstairs to relieve Chris of Wyatt, who did not seem at all happy to be stuck babysitting the soon-to-be-toddler. Prue decided to go upstairs as well, and climbed steadily up them, continuing as she made her way through the hall.

A gasp escaped her mouth as she took in the contents of her old room. She looked around and scowled at how her…Paige's room looked. The ever-present antiques that used to fill Prue's bedroom were now encompassed with odd styled paintings and other peculiar trinkets. Prue passed slowly through the room, running her fingers along an abstract painting that had yet to be finished. The different shades of swirling gray seemed to suit her mood, and Prue wondered if Paige had painted it herself.

The next stop Prue decided to make was to a well-known place; a place she was sure hadn't changed. Or had it? Everything else had, why would the attic be an exception? All of the things that had once been well-known to Prue were now unfamiliar and mysterious and she wasn't as sure of herself as she used to be in such a scary atmosphere.

Prue stepped into the attic, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed that it had not changed one bit. There were a few more potion stains on the walls of course, but it was still the same lovely place that she remembered.

After happily noting that the attic had not changed in her prolonged absence, her gaze redirected itself towards the Book of Shadows. There was a strange young man gazing deeply into the yellowed pages of the ancient thing, and his emerald-green eyes gave away his apparent exhaustion.

Prue took a moment to study him carefully, and realized that he reminded Prue so much of herself during her Triad-obsessing days. Her worries had almost overtaken her, she recalled, remembering how it had taken two psychotic stalkers to make her realize that she was wasting precious moments of her life obsessing. She needed to live her life in the moment and experience all that there was to experience.

'It's not like it mattered anyway.'

Chris's thoughts were somewhere far away and he was too deeply involved in his search to notice Prue's presence in the room.

"Looking for something?"

Chris jumped at the sudden break of silence. "Oh, shit you scared me. Don't sneak up on me like that!" His voice cracked a little at the high pitch of his sentence and his cheeks turned a slight shade of crimson.

"Sorry," Prue replied with disinterest.

"So are you this Chris I keep hearing about?"

"Yeah…wait hearing about from who?" Prue disregarded the last comment and went on.

"I guess I should thank you then."

"For what?" He knew what for.

"Leo told me that you were the one who suggested I become a whitelighter to the Elders."

"Oh…that." Chris took a moment to break from his incessant searching, carefully placing his hands onto the book. He shut his eyes for a few seconds and inhaled deeply. When he opened them he was annoyed to find his obnoxiously-curious aunt still watching him.

"So you're from the future, huh?"

Prue and Chris continued to get to know each other better for a little while, much to Chris's disdain. It wasn't that he didn't like his aunt; on the contrary he loved her very much. But he already knew Prue, and it was painfully awkward talking to her without her having all of her future knowledge. He couldn't tell her how much it hurt to look at his brother everyday and only see the pain that he had caused. He couldn't tell her how much it hurt to watch his fiancé die for him, murdered by his own brother. He couldn't tell her how much…how much everything hurt.

Chapter Four:

Present:

At almost three AM, most of the Halliwell manor was sleeping. Prue sat by herself in the kitchen, alone. She was used to being alone by now. Phoebe walked downstairs; entering what she thought would be an empty kitchen.

Prue appeared to be deep in thought and was startled when she saw Phoebe.

"Hey," Prue called out from across from the table.

"You couldn't sleep either?"

"Three years of not sleeping will do that to you." Phoebe laughed at the thought because Prue had never been one to get much sleep anyway. Always the first one up and the last one down she recalled, thinking to herself. Prue was constantly working or obsessing about something. 'Not obsessing, thinking intently,' Phoebe corrected herself. That was Prue's favorite phrase to use whenever she was teased about one of her fixations.

"You want some coffee? I made a new pot."

"No thanks, Prue. I think I'll just have some tea." Phoebe sensed that Prue needed to tell her something and wondered what it could be. Prue anxiously waited for her and began to bite her cuticles, a nervous habit that she had picked up during childhood. After several minutes Phoebe was comfortably seated at the table, and she waited for her sister to speak.

Prue traced the circumference of her coffee mug with her index finger while deciding how to begin. She had reflected upon it often in the three years that she had been dead, but never seriously contemplated being able to put so many years of regret into words.

"Phoebe, I had a lot of time to think after…you know, and I need to tell you now," she paused, not quite sure what to say, "After I died, I realized how badly I treated you all of those times and…"

"Prue, don't," Phoebe cut her off, reaching across the small table to take her eldest sister's hands into her own.

"Please Pheebs, I have to. I've felt guilty about it for a long time and I need to get it off my chest."

"OK."

"Phoebe, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all the things I've ever said to you. And all of the things that I didn't. It…it wasn't right. I know that I used to bitch to you about getting a job and I used to say how you were irresponsible and selfish and Phoebe, it just, it wasn't true. I never meant any of it. I mean at the time, but I…I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. And then the whole Cole thing- and I didn't exactly leave when I was on the best of terms with you and...Can you forgive me?" Prue's eyes radiated with the uncertainty that she felt and she did not meet her sister's gaze.

Phoebe was very taken aback by what Prue had to say. Her sister always appeared to be the stoic one of the three. Phoebe knew of course, that Prue was not as thick-skinned as she appeared- after living for so many years with her sister it was impossible not to. But even so, her sister hated the vulnerability that accompanied any showing of emotion, and she almost never admitted to so many of her feelings.

'At least not to me,' Phoebe thought. Prue sometimes told them to Piper but even then it was a rare occurrence. Piper usually had to beat it out of her.

Maybe her sister had changed since her death. Or perhaps, it's just due to the shock of coming home. The younger sister juggled both ideas.

"Prue, it's OK. I understand. It's not like I was the best sister either. I know you had to take care of Piper and me. Can we just forget about it? Start over?"

She hesitated a moment before answering. "Okay."

Prue and Phoebe shared a sisterly moment as both of them reflected on all of the times that they had fought- and the way that they had left it before Prue had died. Prue had still been angry with Phoebe for lying to her about vanquishing Cole. And Phoebe was upset with Prue for not understanding.

A/N:This chapter's a little Prue-centric, but I'll have other characters in more soon. Future Wyatt will be in it,as well as Paige meeting her sister.