A/N: Hello all.

As promised, the sequel to Fight the Good Fight.

Disclaimer; Funny enough, I still don't own it, well anything you recognise.

Life After Death.

1. The Aftermath

Walking past the Halliwell Manor, nobody would have suspected that the people inside were in utter turmoil. From outside the air was colder than usual but it didn't compare to the freezing temperature the house itself held.

The silence was deafening. Although noises could be heard, it was the lack of conversation and everyday general sounds that was causing the ear ringing quietness.

The people inside were trying to digest their sudden loss. Memories flashed throughout their thoughts but nothing made sense anymore. The death of Prue Halliwell, didn't make sense.

Unable to stand the sight that laid in the room, many of the family left and headed downstairs. All who remained in the room was a comatose Piper, a concerned and saddened Leo and a distraught Andy.

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Phoebe walked outside to the backyard and stood, looking up at the sky, while wrapping her arms around herself, rubbing them against the chill.

Suddenly she released the heavy sob that had been longing to escape since trying to comfort Paige. This can't be happening, it just can't, she thought.

She buried her face in her hands and slid down the wall, letting out all her tears.

"Phoebe." Cole called softly, kneeling down next to her. Without any more words, Phoebe pulled him close and hung on tightly round his neck, needing someone else to lean on.

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Paige sat huddled close to Glen, unable to stop the onslaught of tears that seemed to have a continual flow and felt as though they would never dry.

She couldn't shake the feeling that part of her had been ripped away roughly, leaving a huge gouge that hurt and couldn't be replaced.

At her moment of need, her magic had failed her. For all of the power she supposedly possessed, she was unable to prevent the catastrophe that had shaken the family to it's core. Guilt was also weighing heavily on her shoulders, selfish she knew, but it was still present and undeniable.

Glen watched her, very rarely would Paige show how she felt to him. Although they hardly had a secret between them, Paige would mask part of herself, scared he might laugh. Now there was no guard, no front. She was vulnerable and very little else mattered.

Darryl stood to one side of the room, devastated and confused. Not only was his good friend dead, but his former partner and best friend was sat upstairs, having been dead for the past two years.

Questions raced through his mind, he wanted to pat his buddy on the back and tell him how great it was to see him again. He wouldn't though, how could it be great when he knew Andy was in severe pain. The entire house was.

Victor Bennett had more than guilt playing inside of him. She had promised to bring them back with or without her, she had made that promise to him. A promise he wished she had never even considered. Am I the one to push her that far? he asked himself.

He glanced up at his ex-wife. They had lost their little girl, their first child. Patty may get to be with Prue everyday now, but it was not wanted that way. Prue barely had the chance to live, to grow. He had caused that. They had caused that.

Victor looked down at the paper he held in his hand, creased and wrinkled. He held it so tight, he swore the print had rubbed on to his skin, leaving a permanent stain that embedded into his soul. Why did she have to write this? he selfishly thought.

Slowly, he stood from the couch he had fell unconsciously onto and proceeded to Patty, who had Penny close by. The mother of the Charmed Ones had tears rolling down her cheeks but they were silent now.

He sat down next to her and, doing something he hadn't done in years, he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm so sorry." he whispered.

Patty didn't reply, she was numb. She couldn't even register what he had said. However she noticed her mother tense beside her and before she could prevent it, Penny Halliwell responded for her daughter.

"So you should be." there was no mistaking the spite in her voice or the believe in her words.

"Mother." Patty scolded, wondering when this would end. It wasn't bad enoughher daughterhad diedbut to have to listen to the two of them bickering seemed unthinkable.

"What are you suggesting?" Victor asked, bristling at the edges. She had always been able to irritate him….even in death.

"You are well aware of what I am suggesting," Penny spat, eyeing the man in disgust. "If you had not condemned Prue for the decision, maybe she would still be here."

"Me?" Victor replied, knowing she was right but the bluntness in her words burned him and his only reaction was to fight back. "What about you? If you had not put so much focus on their destiny, and allowed Prue to live the life she wanted rather than the one you dictated, maybe she would still be here."

Paige sat up but still remained in Glen's arms. She didn't want this, they had just lost Prue, arguing was not the solution.

"Would you two please….." Patty started, however, she was cut off as her mother jumped in.

"Dictated? It was far from dictated. Had you stayed around, you may have realised that."

Victor snarled, knowing the old woman knew she had hit a sore spot. "I would have at least let Prue and the rest of my girls have the life they deserved. Not this warped sense of justice and conviction, that claims more lives than it deserves too."

"Stop it!"

The room turned to the entrance, where Phoebe stood with Cole behind her. Her eyes were red and puffy but anger seemed to be apparent now than any other emotion.

"Just stop it!" she continued, clearly showing she was not impressed by their actions. "Prue is dead. Okay. Dead…..and all you can do is fight! This family has done enough of that today and for a lifetime."

Everyone in the room listened, while Victor and Penny both grew ashamed of themselves. Phoebe, however, still continued to glare at the two, completely disgusted.

"Now if you don't mind, I've lost one sister today and I'm scared I'm going to lose another because if you actually stopped blaming each other and looked around, you'd notice that Piper has not left that room….nor has she even let go off Prue's hand." she finished and turned from them all, heading for the stairs.

Paige and Patty both got up and followed Phoebe, also not impressed by the Halliwell matriarch and her ex-son-in-law. Glen and Cole followed but kept a distance, allowing the sisters and their mother some space.

Before Phoebe reached the stairs to make her way up them, Darryl grabbed her arm gently. "Phoebe," he stated softly. "We need to call…."

"I know Darryl," she replied in the same tone. "..but I need Piper to leave her side before I can do that."

The Inspector nodded solemnly, then released her arm so she could continue up the stairs. He waited until Cole and Glen had gone before him, then he followed.

Penny and Victor looked at each other than glanced away again.

"I think they will need you." Victor finally stated and stood up again, offering his hand to the deceased witch.

"Far from it. They don't need me, they need each other." she replied, accepting his hand.

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Phoebe gently opened the door, to show a room covered in shadow. It felt as if it held no life anymore, that the comfort and safety of her older sister's room was a thing of the past.

Carefully she stepped in to find Piper still huddled by the bed side and Leo sat nearby, incapable of removing his apprehensive eyes from his wife. Andy was sat silently on the other side of the bed, looking distantly and pensive.

Then her eyes trailed to the still form lying on the bed, the sight was sickening. Phoebe glanced away quickly and proceeded to Piper. She was aware that her mum and Paige had walked in behind her but at the moment she was more worried about her older sister.

"Piper, honey." she spoke gently, kneeling down next to her sister. However she didn't receive anything in response. In desperation Phoebe looked for help, her eyes searching for those of her younger sister.

Paige caught on and came to their side, wanting to leave the room as quickly as possible. "Piper, we need to call…." she found herself not able to complete her sentence as a choke escaped instead.

Andy glanced towards the three sisters and felt his heart rise into his throat. They need her, we all do. he thought.

Phoebe placed her hand on top of Piper's that held Prue's. "Piper, please."

The begging sound of her sister's voice caught the original middle child's attention and slowly she moved her eyes, focusing on Phoebe's face.

"It's all of our fault." she mumbled, glancing up at the bed, then back to Phoebe. "He knew."

"Piper, what are you talking about? Who knew?" Paige asked softly.

"The Source…he knew her weakness."

"Sweetie…" Phoebe smoothed, placing a strand of her sister's hair behind her ear.

The room was once again full with people as they all held in their breath, waiting for Piper to continue but equally scared of what she might say. Andy, however, already knew what she had meant. He had been there when the Source had told Prue, herself.

"She told us evil would exploit our weaknesses…and…h..he knew hers." she stated barely above a whisper. "He knew she would sacrifice herself…for us, to protect us…..and he used me as bait."

Piper was pulled into a hug by Phoebe and Paige, as she finally succumbed to the guilt and distress she had felt. She also let go off her older sister's hand, wrapping her arms around her younger sisters.

Others in the room watched on with heavy hearts. None of this was right, it seemed too surreal.

In the back of each of the sisters minds was a nagging thought that there would never be a four way hug again, and the missing person was noticeably absent in the embrace. Nothing would be the same again.

Suddenly a gasp of breath was heard and the entire room turned to the sound. There Prue Halliwell breathed.

A/N: Dum, dum, dum...

Thanks for all the support for Fight the Good Fight, and all the reviews and thereally really really nice things you said...even though you guys didn't like me for what I did, lol.

But all will be answered somewhere along the line, and maybe a few more questions.

Let me know what you think thou. bye.