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Chapter 2

Prue awoke to someone pushing her roughly.

"Good morning Prudence!" Roger's lips curled into a smile. "I hear we had a little visit from a cop yesterday." Prue nodded in fear. "What did you tell him?" Roger spat, his tone changing completely.

"Nothing!" Prue cried.

"Nothing? So you just sat there, looking stupid just like always?"

"No! I told him that I must have left the TV on loudly!"

"I can't even stand the sight of you right now! I'm going to work!" Prue dreaded to think how he'd react if he found out who Andy actually was.

"I'm sorry Roger! I tried!" Prue sniffed back tears and chased after him, catching up at the bottom of the stairs. Roger turned around and laughed.

"Sorry?"

"I am! I think he believed me!"

"You think? That isn't good enough. If I go away Prue, you do realize that you'll be all alone? You'll have no one."

"I know."

"Is that what you want, then? Is it?" Roger grabbed hold of her arms tightly and threw her forcefully against the wall.

"No!" Prue said, tears beginning to fall.

"Well, you'd better start behaving that way then!" Roger hit her cheek, which was already bruised from last night and then punched her stomach. He held her by her throat, and Prue began to feel darkness come, welcomingly.

"Prue? Prue honey, wake up." Prue didn't open her eyes, and shut them more tightly instead. She felt a hand brushing hair from her face.

"Prue, wake up!" The voice was more urgent now, and Prue realized that it was Andy's voice, not Roger's. She forced her eyes open and found herself staring directly into his blue eyes.

"Andy," was all she could say.

"Prue, what happened?" Andy carefully pulled her up into a sitting position. Prue looked around for some inspiration.

"Stairs! I fell down the stairs!"

"Again?"

"Er…yeah. I should really be more careful and get those looked at. There must be a loose step. Still, no harm done."

"Really," Andy said dryly. Prue nodded. "It's just that last time I checked, people who fall down the stairs, don't have bruises on their neck, as if someone had been choking them." Prue's hand went to her neck. "And there are bruises on your arms, as if someone had been holding you still by them." Andy ran his hands lightly over her arms.

"I-I have no idea how they got there," Prue stuttered hopelessly.

"Prue," Andy said gently, watching her eyes carefully for an answer. "Is there anything you need to tell me?" Prue looked away.

"No Andy. Like what?" Andy didn't answer. He stopped running his hands over her bruised arms. Prue glanced at them and saw bruises where Roger's fingers had held her. Andy had his answer. Her eyes, which Andy had loved so much and still did, were telling him all he'd ever need to know.

"Prue, sweetie, I think we need to go to the hospital. Check out your neck and face."

"No!" Prue's face was terrified. "I told you, I'm fine."

"Prue, clearly you're not. Where is your fiancé?"

"He went to work early," she lied, hating every second of it.

"Where was he last night?"

"Out with friends. Does this matter?"

"Sorry." Andy noticed they were still at the bottom of the stairs, Prue sitting uncomfortably and him crouching by her. He stood up and pulled her up carefully. "I know you say you're okay, but I won't feel reassured unless you go to the hospital."

"No," Prue said firmly, shaking her head and going upstairs. Andy followed her, thinking. She hadn't changed one bit, really. She was still the woman he loved. Had loved. Past tense. She was still just as beautiful and intelligent and still just as stubborn and strong-willed. Except this time, she was hurting. Prue was opening a medicine cabinet and pulling things out. She ripped open a bandage packet and started to try and wrap up her arm, that had been bent back last night.

"Prue…" Andy placed a hand on her shoulder as she ignored him and carried on struggling to wrap the bandage around her arm. "Prue…" He tried again.

"Damn it!" Prue threw the bandage at the wall and sat on the edge of the bath tub, crying. Andy picked up the bandage.

"Here, let me…" He took Prue's arm carefully and began wrapping the bandage around it. "Tell me if it hurts."

"It hurts."

"I meant if I hurt you." Prue wanted to yell yes, but kept silent. She rubbed her eyes and stared blankly ahead until he was finished. "Please go to the hospital, Prue!"

"I'm fine," Prue insisted, getting up. Andy pulled her back down. "We need to wash that cut from yesterday." Prue didn't speak. She sat, letting Andy wipe her face.

"Andy," she said suddenly. "How did you get in?" Andy turned red.

"Ah. I er…well, I knocked and there was no reply, but your car was in the drive. I saw you through the window. God Prue, I thought you were dead! You were so still and pale." Prue couldn't suppress the smile that that created, because he cared. It was the first real smile Andy had seen from her.

"So you kicked the door open, didn't you?"

"Yes," he said guiltily. For a brief moment, Prue wondered how she would explain this to Roger, but Andy's face drove Roger from her mind.

"What did you want in the first place?"

"To see you. I just wanted to catch up. I was hoping we could go for a drink or a walk."

"No," Prue said hastily. "I don't think that's a good idea," she lied. She would just have to push him away.

"What?" Andy asked in surprise.

"I think you should go now."

"This isn't you talking, Prue." Andy touched her hair lightly, and Prue kept her mouth firmly shut to stop herself from blurting something out.

"Who is it then?" She snapped, not quite able to move her head away.

"Roger." Andy knew that he couldn't help Prue if she didn't admit it to him.

"Get out," she said firmly. " I love him."

"Do you? Do you really Prue?" Prue pulled him up and marched him downstairs.

"I don't think you should come here again." Prue turned and walked away from Andy, leaving him speechless on the doorstep.

"I'm not leaving you Prue!" He yelled at the door, which thankfully for Prue, was still closing properly.

"I know you don't love him Prue!" Seconds later, the door was flung open and Prue glared at him, her eyes ablaze. "Admit it Prue," Andy continued. "I don't know why you're marrying him, but I will figure it out." Andy threw a card onto the table by Prue. "If you need me, there's my cell number, my work number, my home number and address. Anytime you want." Prue's glare faded and she nodded uncertainly.

"Thanks." Andy smiled and turned away, walking down the steps to his car. When he got to his office, his partner, Darryl Morris was waiting. Andy slumped into his chair.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked Andy.

"Nothing."

"Look, I've known you for along time, and I know when something is bothering you. Like now." Andy shut his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"Prue," he muttered.

"What? You mean the Prue that you have been in love with since before I even met you?"

"I don't love her now! I care about her. She was the one I was called out to last night."

"Well, what's the problem then, if you don't love her?"

"She's engaged."

"But I thought you said you didn't love her!"

"I don't! I think…" Andy didn't want to say the thought aloud. It would make it too real and he doubted that Prue wanted anyone to know. He couldn't believe that Prue would let anyone do that to her, or that anyone even would. Prue was strong. She didn't let people walk all over her.

"You think what?"

"It doesn't matter. Forget I said anything," Andy said.

"But…"

"I said forget it! I can't explain right now. I'm going home. I need time to think." Andy left without another word. All the evidence was in front of him with Prue, but he still couldn't help her. It hurt not to be able to. He didn't go straight home. He went to the park, where he and Prue had gone during high school and sat on their bench. Why did she have to be everywhere? Even if he went home, he'd have her in his head. Andy didn't know how long he sat for, and when it got dark, he finally moved.

When he got to his apartment, he threw his keys onto the kitchen counter and opened the fridge to get a beer. His cell phone stopped him.

"Hi Andy, it's me." Andy didn't need to ask who 'me' was. "Is now anytime? Because I need you."

"Of course. Where are you?" She called him. She actually called him.

"The hospital."

"You took my advice?"

"Not exactly."

"I'll be there soon." Andy hung up, and ran to his car. Why would Prue be at the hospital? All kinds of awful possibilities went through his head, but Prue had been the one to call him, so it couldn't be that bad.

"Hi," he said to the receptionist. "I'm looking for a Prue Halliwell." The woman picked up a piece of paper.

"Are you her fiancé? Family?"

"Not exactly."

"Then I'm sorry, but you can't see her right now." Andy knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He needed to see Prue. He showed her his badge.

"I need to see her now," he said persistently.

"Of course. I understand. She's in room 117, just down there." she smiled politely.

"Thanks." Andy dashed off, to find the room. He opened the door, thankfully to see only Prue, sitting on the edge of a bed.

"Prue!" She looked up at him.

"Andy. You came." Andy went to sit by her.

"Of course I came." He smiled at her, but Prue just looked away, and Andy noticed her eyes were filled with tears. "Prue…" He put his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, stroking her hair.

"Andy," Prue said through tears, and Andy knew she was going to push him away. He held her tighter. The door opened and the doctor came in. He frowned at Andy.

"Who are you?" He asked. Prue pulled away while Andy wasn't concentrating entirely on her.

"I'm a friend."

"Ah. Well, as you're here now, I'll let you stay, seeing as I'm pretty much done here. Someone will need to take Ms Halliwell home." He paused and looked expectantly at Andy.

"Oh. Yes, of course."

"There's no permanent damage," the doctor continued. "Just a few bruises and cuts. Be more careful in future." Prue nodded.

"Thank you," she said, getting up and putting her jacket on. Andy placed a hand on her back, and guided her out.

"What happened Prue?" He asked, noticing a large dressing on her forehead.

"I had an accident."

"Like what? Let me guess. The stairs?"

"No. A car accident." Andy knew she was lying.

"Look Prue, if you don't want to tell the truth to me, then don't, but don't lie either."

"Who says I'm lying?" Andy raised his eyebrows.

"I know you too well." Prue sighed.

"Sorry," was all she could say.

"I know." Andy took Prue to his car and opened the passenger door, letting her in. For the entire journey, Prue stared into the darkness and fiddled with the necklace she was wearing. When the car stopped, Prue looked up in surprise.

"This isn't my house."

"No. seeing as they clearly couldn't contact Roger, I thought it would be better if I looked after you."

"I don't need anyone to look after me. I'm fine. I will be fine at home." Both knew this was a lie. If Roger was at home, she would not be okay, and if he wasn't then she would be all alone.

"I get a call from you, because you're at the hospital, but you're still fine, are you? Stop it Prue!" Prue looked slightly hurt.

"But I am. I don't need you're help."

"Why do you do it? Why do you always have to be strong? Why can't you just ask for help when you need it, and accept it?" Prue didn't answer, and Andy got out of the car, to let he out. "Get out," he said, although not exactly ordering her. Prue got out. "You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll take the couch." Prue stayed silent. "Hungry?" He asked her when they got into his apartment. Prue smiled finally.

"Yes. I haven't eaten all day."

"Takeaway?" Prue smiled again, and nodded. "Okay, but after you've eaten, you can go straight to sleep." Andy left her watching TV and ordered the takeaway, then stood in the doorway, watching Prue. He had seen victims of domestic violence before, but had never thought Prue would be one of them. He went back in, and sat next to her on the couch.

"How did you get that cut on your head?" He questioned, as casually as he could, knowing that he couldn't fool Prue, and that she wouldn't take it casually.

"I thought you told me not to lie to you."

"So don't then."

"Doorbell," Prue said hurriedly. Andy reluctantly got up, and returned a minute later with a pizza.

"I know you want to tell me," he said, when he got back.

"Well then I'd tell you, wouldn't I?"

"Why are you marrying him? You don't love him."

"I do! I'm marrying him because he loves me too!"

"Don't be ridiculous Prue! This is the face of someone who loves you!" Andy immediately regretted saying it. Prue seemed taken aback.

"I think I'll give the pizza a miss. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now."

"No Prue, wait! I didn't mean it like that. I just meant I care a bout you. I love you as a friend." Andy pulled a reluctant Prue back down. "Sorry I spoke." Andy offered the pizza to Prue, who took a slice warily, wondering vaguely if Roger had gone home. They watched TV for the next hour, although Andy frequently found his gaze on Prue. When she yawned for the third time, Andy pulled her up.

"What?"

"Sleep," Andy instructed her, Prue smiled at him genuinely.

"Night Andy."

"Night Prue." Andy watched her go into his bedroom, and then slowly cleared up the empty boxes from the takeaway. Then he checked on Prue. She was asleep. Andy carefully put the blankets over her, and paused when he saw the necklace she was wearing and had been playing with all evening. It was a silver heart. Andy had given it to her, before he had left for college. Andy smiled. She still wore it, even after being engaged to Roger. Maybe she didn't even remember he gave it to her, but it still meant something to him that she was wearing it. He left her to sleep.

AN: Oooo. Longer than I realized! I think that means that you should review…please? My life is still as empty as it was when I wrote the first chapter, and still just as meaningless. And it is raining! My dad bought me Little Women on CD to listen to, not realizing that I actually have a new favorite book. I mean, Little Women was my favorite book when I was six! Where has he been for well over half my life? 3/5s of my life to be precise! See how mad I am? I actually did voluntary Math work! Oh, and the answer to those questions is: he has been working. Working!