AN: Oooo, Paige Fan, we could speak German together! Or maybe not. I don't hate the language, just the teacher and the lessons and the people in the lessons.

PruelovesAndylovesPrue: I can do feelings…I think. Well we'll see, won't we?

Peanut2lb: Your reviews made me feel guilty for not updating sooner…

Now, I've decided to stray from my story 'plan'. Okay, I didn't have a plan as such, but it was inside my head. I just never got round to writing it down. So now I actually don't have a plan.

The Unfortunate Lover

(AN: Okay, I admit, I opened a poetry book to a random page and used the poem title. It was either this or "The Picture of Little T.C in the prospect of flowers."

As Prue walled away, Andy clenched and unclenched his fists, causing the invitation to become crumpled up completely. Darryl walked over and pulled the invite from his hand, smoothing it out on the desk to read it.

"Andy, I'm sorry," he said. Andy was still staring at the door by which Prue had left. "Andy!" Andy looked at him.

"What?" he said tonelessly. Darryl glanced at Andy's fists. Andy followed his gaze, and relaxed his hands. "I'm just so mad at her! I can't believe she would be so stupid! And do you know what makes it even worse?" Darryl shrugged, sitting on the desk. "She kept going on and on about finding the 'right guy' and having children."

"She thinks Roger is the right guy?"

"Apparently!" Andy yelled, hitting the desk. Several people stared at him.

"Hey, calm down!"

"What the hell is wrong with her? She kissed me for god's sake. And then she wants to act like nothing's happening, and like Roger's this great person who loves her and who she loves! Maybe she does love him! She seems stupid enough!"

"Andy, you know it isn't like that."

"Do I? I'd tell her sisters if I could, but I can't bear to upset her, especially since Roger's such a bastard."

"If I was you, I'd rather she hated me forever than was unhappy with…Roger."

"She asked me to give her away!" Andy said, ignoring Darryl's comment.

"What! Really? What the hell did you say?"

"I said yes," Andy muttered. Darryl stared. "Well at first I refused, but then she was just…pissing me off, I guess, so I told her I'd love to do it."

"I'm sure that really convinced her to leave him," Darryl said sarcastically. "Look, I don't know what to say. I've never been in this situation."

"Who has?" Andy muttered. "I don't know what to do either. She can screw her own life up. I don't care anymore."

"Sure," Darryl said with raised eyebrows.

Prue had stormed out of the police station furiously. Andy had yes to giving her away, although admittedly he had tried to stop her first. She had told him that Roger had changed, but she didn't really believe it at all. She wished she could talk to someone about the whole thing, but to explain it to someone, she'd need to tell them about Roger. She knew she didn't love Roger, but she was far too scared to tell him that. But she wasn't sure if she loved Andy. Seven years was an awfully long time, but Prue still hadn't forgotten when they broke up. Andy had been the one who had thought that they couldn't have a long distance relationship. She had cried, but it hadn't done any good. Every time Prue thought about that time she felt angry, furious. She hadn't forgiven Andy yet. When he'd gone, it was out of her mind, but now that he had the nerve to just come back and start acting like nothing had happened, Prue had been forced to think about it again and it made her so mad.

When she got home, she checked her face in the mirror to see how noticeable the bruises were. If you were looking for them, then you'd see them, but she hoped that someone just glancing at her wouldn't notice them. She hoped no one had noticed them. Prue hadn't wanted to go home straight after leaving the police station, but she hadn't really known where she could go, so in the end she had just driven around. Roger would be home soon. Prue wanted to scream at the very thought of him. She went into the kitchen and started making dinner.

She heard the front door slam as she placed the plates on the dining table, and smiled in relief that she'd timed it perfectly, although completely by accident. Roger strode in confidently and dropped some papers on the table, before coming over to her and kissing her on the cheek.

"You've made dinner! Excellent." Roger sat down, and Prue sat opposite him, thinking how having to eat opposite him was really putting her off her food.

"I brought some magazines home," Roger pointed out halfway through the meal.

"Oh?" Prue said, not bothering to look at him.

"Yes," Roger said slightly more forcefully. "Bridal magazines," he added. Prue looked at the 'papers' from across the table. Roger passed them to her, and Prue looked at the glossy cover of the magazine which showed a smiling, happy woman, clearly delighted that she was marrying the man she loved. Prue scowled at her, her hair hiding her look from Roger.

"How thoughtful. I'll look at them after dinner."

"Well I thought you'd be thinking about your dress, so I picked them up during lunchtime."

"Thank you," Prue said, wishing he'd shut up, or at least choke on his food.

"I marked the pages with the dresses I like, by the way." Prue stared at him.

"Really. I'm sure I'll like them then," Prue said unenthusiastically. Roger had clearly picked out the dress he wanted her to wear, and she would have any other choice.

"What color were you thinking of for Phoebe and Piper? Because I was thinking of red."

"Red is great. That's exactly the color I'd have chosen," Prue lied, having not thought about Piper and Phoebe's dresses in the slightest. In fact, she hadn't really been thinking of the wedding as something that was definitely happening. Now, though, Prue knew that unless she did something, it would happen and there would be nothing she could do once she was actually married to him.

Prue dropped her fork onto her plate and stood up.

"Are you done?" She asked Roger blankly and took his plate. Roger was standing up, holding the magazines when she returned.

"Let's look at them now then." Prue stared at him, and then followed him into the lounge. She sat next to him on the couch, trying to keep as much distance between her and him as possible without him noticing.

"So I was thinking of this one," Roger said, thrusting the magazine in front of Prue. Prue looked at the dress.

"It's…" She had been about to say 'It's great' but she didn't actually like it at all. "I don't like it."

"What?" Roger's voice was calm and quiet, as if he hadn't heard her. Prue hesitated.

"I don't like it," she repeated. Roger looked at her.

"What do you like then?" Prue shrugged and flicked forward a couple of pages.

"This?" She suggested nervously. Roger was silent for a couple of seconds.

"You can't wear that," he declared. "It wouldn't suit you. You'd look dreadful in it."

"Thanks," Prue said, fuming.

"I'm just being honest with you. After all, I thought that's what you wanted. I think that when two people love each other, they can be completely honest with each other, don't you?" Prue looked at him. It would be so easy to say 'But I don't love you.'

"Of course," she said instead.

"Why don't we have an early night?"

"I'm kind of tired," Prue muttered hurriedly.

"Fine," Roger snapped. "Oh, by the way, I'm going on a…business trip tomorrow. I'll only be gone a night, so don't start getting any ideas into your head."

"You're going away?" Prue asked, trying to sound disappointed.

"Only for a night," Roger repeated pointedly, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I'll miss you," She said unconvincingly.

"I'm sure you will," Roger said dryly. "You know Prue, sometimes you can be such a cold bitch." Prue stared at him.

"I'm going to bed," she said, standing up. She recognized the tone of Roger's voice.

"Yeah, yeah. I might see you later. I might not."

"I hope not," Prue muttered under her breath, leaving before he could say or do anything else.

AN: I have been tracing my family tree, but apart from me, I had to stop in the 1970s because…I'm just crap at researching stuff. So anyway, if you happen to live in Boonville, NY or your surname is Kwasniewski. Or if you live in San Francisco, CA, and your surname is Kropp or Orr, or even better, you live in either of those places AND your surname is one of those, please, do email me. Also, if your mom's maiden name was any of those.