Here's chapter two. Even if you think this is getting no where, please reply and tell me so ;).

Prue couldn't get over the fact that Andy was back. She kept denying it to herself in case it really wasn't true. In case it was just a dream. She'd missed him so much in the past months that she almost didn't want him to be back. There was always that chance of loosing him again.

"Morning," she said to the current receptionist as she walked briskly into her office at Bucklands. She barely registered the "Hello, Ms. Halliwell," she received back from the petite woman.

Her mind was so focused on Andy. She couldn't believe that he was really back. She struggled through her work all morning. She couldn't focus on anything. Finally, after she'd been at the office for three hours, she gave up.

"Andy!" she called softly, hoping no one else in the office would hear her. Just as she'd hoped, he orbed in front of her.

"You're really here," she said softly. "I didn't know if you were real. I needed to check." She said lamely. "I can't focus on any of my work!" she gestured to the papers scattered all over her desk.

"I think you need to come home with me," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. She could feel the familiar warmth through her light blouse, and relaxed a little bit. She shut her eyes, remembering the last time they'd been together. In the park, on that horrible, horrible day that she thought she'd lost him forever.

"No, I can't go," Prue said, feeling calmer than she had in a long time, "I have a responsibility here, and I can't just run away from that." she relaxed further. "You should go now," she said, looking into his eyes. Oh, those deep, fathomless eyes.

He nodded, and orbed out, his hand still on her shoulder.

Andy sank slowly into a chair made of the softest clouds. He contemplated about what he'd just done. He'd used his powers as a whitelighter to calm Prue down. That was just increasing the chance of the Elders finding out he'd been visiting her.

He'd waited two months before going to see her. He'd had to; he didn't want that kind of pain to resurface in Prue when he had to go again. He could feel her pain. Every day, he'd had to shut it out, so as not to think of her. He loved her so much, that every moment without her was agonising. He'd give up anything to be with her again. That touch; feeling the familiar warmth through her shirt had sent him over the edge. He could feel the mixed emotions in Prue that accompanied his return. She was everything to him, and he didn't want her to have to feel that.

He needed a better solution. There was no quick fix. If he clipped his wings, he'd have to deal with everyone wondering why he was alive again. If he didn't, he'd have to see her in secret, and no one could know. He didn't want to have to deal with trying to hide something like that. It was too much of a secret for anyone to have to deal with. How can you not tell the world that you're in love?

He stood and began to pace; to find an answer.

Well, he'd done it before, hadn't he? He'd kept it a secret from everyone, even Prue. She knew know, but no one else could. It was tearing him up inside. He had to make a decision, and soon. This wasn't going to work, living his life this way.

Suddenly, it struck him that he was dead. He'd already been told that they couldn't be together because he was dead. Prue herself told him. But it hadn't sunk in. Not at all. Now he realized that he couldn't be with her. He was un-aging. What would it be like, in 70 years or so, when she was dying, and he was still young and healthy (despite being dead, of course)? What would it be like if they had children? What would happen to him if he had to watch his children grow old and grey, while he was still youthful and full of life's energy? Worst of all; what happens when he has to bury his own children?

"I don't know what to do!" he sank down onto his knees, the weight of the decision full and heavy on his heart and mind. "I don't know what to do!" he repeated, softer and softer...

Ok, this was a bit of a short and dull chapter, but I had to get some of their feelings (especially Andy's) out into the open before I could proceed with the rest of the story.
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Maybelline