A/N: Well, this chapter was originally supposed to be just the last section. But I thought the first section needed to exist. So I wrote it. Crazy stuff, huh?

And my lone chapter two reviewer - shanfan. Phoebe's been getting on my nerves a little lately. But then again, season three for Phoebe isn't the best. Thanks for the review. ♥

Chapter Three: Too Far

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Phoebe went downstairs that morning to find Prue still standing in the solarium. She hadn't moved in the two hours since Gavin left. Phoebe walked into the room, her footsteps echoed through the empty house. Prue didn't notice her. What's up with her, Phoebe thought.

"Morning," Phoebe said, attempting to be cheery. When she had woken this morning alone, she was surprised and upset. But she had decided not to let it get to her too much. Gavin is too much of a sweetheart to sleep with me and then break up with me, she had thought.

Prue turned around, surprised by the sudden intrusion on her thoughts. "Oh, Phoebe. Uh.. hi." She replied, forcing a smile. "Um, Gavin." Phoebe looked up from a spot on the floor to find her sister studying her. "I was up early this morning and we talked for a few moments before he left."

"What'd he say?" Phoebe asked.

"He said he had a meeting this morning that he had to prepare for. And that was pretty much it." Prue said, hoping that her emotions weren't obvious. I can't tell her. I should, but I can't. Dammit, I don't know what to do, she thought.

Phoebe let out a sigh of relief. Her gaze drifted from Prue to the wall, then over to the clock. Her eyes widened. It was nearly eleven. "I have class in an hour," She said as Prue dug her car keys out of her pocket. She held them out and Phoebe stared at them. "What are those for?"

"Take my car." Prue said as guilt filled her thoughts. Even if she never finds out, I still need to make it up to her.

"Prue, I was just gonna take the bus. I need to go to the library after class and I don't know how long I'll be there."

"It's fine. I was just planning on staying here today anyway. Seriously, take my car. It's fine." Prue said, jingling the keys.

Phoebe reluctantly took them and said, "thanks."

"Sure. Now you better get going, pajama girl." Prue smiled as Phoebe looked down at her pink elephant pajamas. Grinning, she looked back up and Prue had tears in her eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Phoebe asked softly, as the smile was replaced with a look of concern.

"Nothing.. nothing." Prue inwardly cursed herself for letting her thoughts get to her.

"Real convincing. Talk to me."

"No. It's nothing. I'm just really happy to see how far you've come. I'm so proud of you." Prue said, avoiding the real reason she was crying.

"Aww, sweetie." Phoebe walked over to Prue and hugged her. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." Prue said as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Phoebe pulled away from Prue and studied her face. She wiped Prue's cheek and smiled at her. That's it, I'm gonna tell her, Prue thought.

"I gotta get going," Phoebe said as she turned and walked away from Prue. "Thanks again for your car," she said over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs.

"No problem," Prue replied. Now! She thought. "Umm, Phoebe..." Prue said as Phoebe stopped on the landing of the stairs.

"Yeah?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Can we talk?" Prue started nervously picking at a loose thread on her shirt. This is right. This is definitely the right thing to do.

"Can it wait 'til tonight? I really have to get going for class." Phoebe asked noting Prue's shaking hands. Something's really not right. "But I don't have to go if you need me."

"Oh, no, you need to go to class. It can wait." Disappointed, she thought, I can tell her later. It's still the same.

"Are you sure?" Phoebe asked, taking in Prue's saddened expression.

Prue pulled herself out of her thoughts. "Yeah, definitely." She paused. "Definitely," she added in a more assured tone of voice. "Go learn something. We can talk after you get home." She forced another smile at her sister. Phoebe nodded and continued walking up the stairs.

Prue turned to look outside and whispered, "I can't tell her."

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Later on that afternoon, Phoebe was still at the library and Piper was working at P3, leaving Prue at home to entertain herself. So far, she was managing that by lying on the couch and catching up on her latest celebrity gossip. It was Phoebe's magazine.

There was a knock on the door. Prue remembered she was home alone and stood up. She dropped the magazine down on the coffee table and walked towards the door. She opened it up to reveal Gavin. Without asking, he walked past Prue and entered the manor.

"Phoebe's not home. So you can just..." Prue said coldly and gestured for him to get out of her house.

"I'm not here for Phoebe. I'm here for you, Prue." Gavin charmingly smiled at her. Reflexively, she smiled back. That was all the incentive he needed.

He closed the door and she looked at him, confusion replacing the smile from seconds before. Passionately, he pressed his lips against hers and wrapped his arms around her small frame. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and forced the kiss to deepen.

Between kisses she managed to say three words she would soon regret, "Let's go upstairs." She continued kissing him as she guided him over to the staircase. She pulled away from him and looked deep into his eyes. She smiled seductively at him, and then turned and walked upstairs. He watched her ascend, only pausing for a few seconds to look at the door to ponder his future actions. Quickly he followed her up to the second floor.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he found Prue waiting for him. She walked up to him and forcefully kissed him as she undid the buttons on his shirt. She turned him around and walked him towards her room, their lips still locked together. He fumbled with the doorknob behind him. She reached around him and opened the door, kicking it open as she ripped off his shirt. Throwing it on the ground, she pulled away from him once more.

He looked into her eyes and noticed a look of playfulness that was quickly replaced by one of passion. She put her hand up to his chest and pushed him onto the bed. She unbuttoned her blouse and turned away from him. As she walked over to the door, she took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor behind her. She closed her bedroom door and locked it.