Reviews,

First thing, thanks to everyone because I really love having reviewers, it is wonderful to think that someone you don't know, somewhere in the world likes what you are writing…it is an awesome feeling. Thank you!

Random3; thanks for the review. Yeah, the Prue and Andy bit was there just to lose tension…I have to admit I had fun writing it. Ps, I am really looking forward your sequel to "Fight the Good fight" It ended great.

PrueTrudeau, Thanks for your lovely review. Piper didn't noticed right away because I screwed up. Sorry! I just didn't remember I had written the first time they met so I thought it was the first time…but hey, Shakespeare screwed too in his play "Julius Caesar" lol. Too bad I am not him.

emelie172, No Andy is not going. He just doesn't want to leave him alone with Prue. He is kind of thinking, "Hey, who is this guy to go somewhere with my girlfriend, ALONE." He is the typical teenager who wants to keep his girlfriend close.

peanut2lb; hey! I thought you already forgot about me lol. Thanks for the review! I loved the chief too. Would you imagine Prue's reaction if Andy left the toothpaste all over the bathroom or something? She would freak out, I was just thinking about that when I wrote it.

Chapter 1O

Odd friendships

Andy was sitting at the commons. He was a little pissed off because for some reason, his fourth period teacher had decided to give them third lunch instead of the usual second lunch and he didn't really like the people at that lunch since it was usually the freshman lunch and the geek lunch. It was the lunch for the people who didn't like the popular crowd. Also, he had been wondering the entire day about where Prue and Ethan had gone. Finally, when nobody else was around, Prue told him that they were going to a trial, 'up there' where some dudes called the Elders lived. It seemed like the Elders were the people who 'ruled' the magic world. Prue's world. He had whined that he wanted to go too but Prue had convinced not to. He had thought about what it could be like and had day-dreams with witches flying on brooms, kids playing with wands and old ladies making love potions. He could imagine magazines named 'playwizzard' or 'witchcross' or 'cosmomagical'. Little girls talking about the magic Prom and stuff. He knew that it probably wasn't like that but it was always more entertaining than any of his boring normal classes. In the beginning he had been freaked out by the idea of Prue being a witch, now, however, he found it really interesting and he couldn't help to want to learn all he could about that magic community that had been hidden for years. That idea had rocked his world. He wondered how many magical crimes had been covered in history. He would have to ask Prue about that as soon as he got home. Although, he knew that if he saw it for real he would have fainted or make a scene.

He wasn't hungry at all so after he threw his lunch away he went to the library, secretly hoping that he could find some book about magic and Wicca. He didn't have anything else to do and he was sure that there wouldn't be anyone around the library. It was something he had learned his freshman year. The librarian, Miss king was way to annoying to be in the library for more than ten minutes. She would always put you in detention for stupid things like breathing too loud or wear distracting clothes. He was right. The library was totally empty. He looked around the religion section and grabbed some books, then, he went to the mythology section and did the same thing, but just when he sat down with all of them realized two things. The first one, he did not like to read, the second, that if the magic world had been hidden for centuries, there wouldn't be any information about it in a high school library. He wished he could get some kind of sign, he wanted to understand Prue…he really wanted but no one seemed to think he had to know more than he already did, for the first time in his life, Andy Trudeau felt left out of Prue's life.

"Are you looking for something?" Leo Wyatt's voice said behind Andy. He turned around and Leo went kind of pale. "Trudeau…"

"I'm fine thanks" Andy said trying to hide his books but Leo was already staring at them. "Were you looking for something especial?" Leo asked.

Andy hesitated and then said. "I have to do a project about the Wicca religion" He lied.

"Oh, I see" Leo scratched his head. "I can help you. I sort of know about it"

"Really?" Andy asked. He didn't really like the kid but he was getting desperate. Leo started looking around books and grabbing a few that Andy hadn't even noticed. Then he went through Andy's and put most of them away. "Doctor Phil doesn't know shit about Wicca" Leo laughed. "And neither does Oprah"

Andy laughed. "Yeah well. Neither do I"

They started talking about Wicca and ended up talking about USC football. Andy was surprised he had never talked to Leo. He wasn't like Cole, always obsessed with girls, or Jack, always following him around. Leo Wyatt knew a lot about many things, as if he had studied the library many times. He realized that under the dirty clothes of a skater, there was a great mind. He wasn't even that bad…

"I didn't know you played football," Andy pointed.

"I didn't know you read at all," Leo laughed. "And here you are, in the library at lunch time"

"Ha-ha. Well, I didn't have anything else to do," Andy confessed. "And I have a project to do. Anyway, why didn't you try out for the football team?"

"Because I am busy with work. I wouldn't have time to go to practice, to work and study so I had to give something up"

"Where do you work?"

"I work at the police station," Leo explained. "I just bring coffee to the fat cops and clean. It sucks but the paycheck is not bad"

"I am looking for a job. I wouldn't mind to work there," Andy said. He wouldn't mind at all. It would be great to learn about the profession.

"Just come around. The guy I worked with went to college and they need another sucker to clean their mess and bring them what their fat butts cannot get by themselves" Leo joked.

"I will" Andy said. He needed the money to help Prue along with the house. Even thought Patty had given them enough and Prue and Piper had jobs too. "Hey Leo, me and the guys are going to go play football, just a friendly match on Saturday at the golden gate park. Wanna come?"

"That would be awesome. I haven't played in a long time"

"Friday at five. Don't be late or Cole will make you pay for his food, and trust me, that dude eats a lot. Sometimes I wonder if he is pregnant"

"That would explain the mood swings"

They both laughed.

Prue Halliwell was shaking badly. Now she was 'up there' surrounded by the Elders, people who obviously had much more magic education, and power than her scared her a little bit. Well, a lot. Now, she regretted not letting Andy go but it would have been a total Fiasco. If there was something that she didn't want Andy to know is that she had died at age 30. It wasn't that he would dump her, because he wouldn't. It was that he would lock her down in the basement and never get away from her side. He would become paranoid and do some stupid thing that would get him killed. Prue didn't tell her sisters either. It was funny that Andy knew that her sisters were witches, when they didn't even know, yet. Prue knew that she would have to explain everything when they moment came but she didn't know when it was going to happen or even if it was going to happen anytime soon so she had decided not to tell them. One crisis at the time, she thought.

However, as soon as she looked around she got stunned by the extreme beauty of the place. It was somewhat odd mix in between the old Roman and Greek cities with a touch of Versailles and Venice. It also had touches from the nineteenth century. It looked like a city…from earth. The sun was shining and the wind blowing. It seemed like there was an ocean close to where they were. She could even hear birds and smell the water. The weirdest thing was that there were people waking down the street, going on errands, running business, kids played and hysteric parents ran after them. It didn't looked like the place she had imagined, and yet, she felt some familiarity with the place. As if she had been there sometime in her life.

"Isn't it amazing?" Ethan asked staring at and old building that had an old bakery in the bottom of it. It smelled like bread and beagles.

Prue could just nod in awe. "Where are we?"

"It is…"Ethan tried to find the best definition for it. "It is the Ziudadelle…or as many people call it lately, elderland, but I don't really like that name. The original is better"

"That doesn't help" Prue complained. Ethan laughed and tried to explain it better.

"It is not heaven, or hell, if that is what you are asking. It is just some where in between earth and heaven, I don't really know either. It is where the elders live, well, not just the elders, important whitelighters or in training, people who work for the elders, immortal people, some witches too and pretty much, most people who can't be on earth but can't enter in heaven yet. Bad people don't come here, they go to the underworld until they are ready to burn for the eternity" Ethan grinned. "Also, people who do not accept they are dead"

"Did I ever live here?" Prue asked, figuring that she was one of those people.

"Yeah, a couple of blocks away" Ethan responded, "I used to love to go to your place. I practically lived there most of the time"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What?"

"When you rescued me, you told me that I was in heaven" Prue remembered. Ethan stared at her, not knowing what to say. "The truth" Prue said guessing his thoughts.

"You died, and didn't handle it very well," Ethan explained. "You cried yourself to sleep for almost a year and, even though you tried to stay strong you kept trying to find a way to break out, I didn't think you would have liked to hear that you didn't move on when everyone else did, but, I am glad you didn't."

"Why?" Prue asked

"Because, I wouldn't have been able to break you out…" Ethan explained, "Nobody can break out from Heaven, and I don't think anybody wants either…"

"Probably not" Prue admitted. "Was Andy here?" She figured that he would have tried to find a way back to her.

"No, never" Ethan said. He regretted it because he knew that it hurt Prue. "He didn't want to hurt you…I didn't know him but…I do know that when soulmates meet and one of them died, as long as the other one is here, the living one can't move on because he or she still feel the other part…so…I guess he wanted you to move on"

"How come you know this?" Prue couldn't help to ask.

"You spent a lot of time looking for him, actually, you only stopped when you found out about this…" Ethan remembered. "You almost went mad"

"I would have gone mad without you" Prue said without thinking. Ethan smiled.

"You used to say that all the time"

They sat down near a monument of a witch that Prue knew too well. Melinda Warren. Prue touched the document with a slight of a feeling of Déjà vu and smiled. "I have been here" She gazed at Ethan, waiting for him to confirm.

"Yeah, every time when I was mad, or sad, you used to bring me here and told me about your family. You always made me laugh with your high school stories…I used to love the one you told me about you bossing a poor guy in love with you, and, I always wanted to see the cheerleaders" He admitted. "Hot girls wearing mini skirts and flying around, it sounds great. You cared a lot about me"

"I still do" Prue said holding his hand trying to make up for him the fact that she didn't know him anymore.

"I know" Ethan said feeling like a little kid again. "Thanks for coming to the trial with me…"

"Hey, you broke me out remember?"

"Yeah" Ethan smiled. "Are you glad I did?"

"Yes"

Then Prue realized that breaking her out, meant two things, the first one that she would have another chance, the second one that Ethan would lose the only person that cared about him. She remembered he said he had worked on it for years. How old was Ethan when it started?

"How old are you?"

"I am almost nineteen," Ethan admitted. He didn't want Prue to know but being back there with Prue made everything easier.

"You look older," Prue said.

"I know. I have always looked older…maybe not older but more tired."

Prue was counting inside her head. She died when she was thirty one met Ethan when he was thirteen, it meant that, when Ethan was born, she was eighteen!

"Have you been born yet?"

"I don't know…I just know the year when I was born but I don't know the date. Anyway, you won't find me here. I wasn't born here." Ethan admitted. "Crap!"

"Where then?"

"The underworld" "Oh shit! I don't want to tell her!" He thought that Prue was going to get mad and leave him, instead, she wrapped her arms around. Suddenly, she knew what Ethan felt, it wasn't a new power, it was more like mother instincts. "You are not evil Ethan. It doesn't matter where you were born"

"I could be"

"So could I. Everyone could. It is a decision, not a condition"

"That is not True, some people are born to be bad. Not everyone can be bad"

"Oh yeah. Even the elders can turn evil. Did you know that the Source was an angel? He turned evil…" Prue pointed, she always felt bad when she talked about the source. It sacred her. "Look at the elder who beat you up"

"Logan is not evil"

Prue laughed and rocked him. "Well, he is the worst good person I have heard about" Ethan laughed too and felt a little better. "He is just trying to keep me from turning evil" Ethan explained.

"Well, it isn't a very nice way is it? Did he always do it?" Prue asked. Ethan didn't want to keep talking but for some reason, being at home and wrapped in Prue's arms made him speak. He wanted to tell her, tell her everything and cry as he always did. He wished he could be the sweet guy he used to be, the kid obsessed with being good to everyone. He never did anything wrong, he was born at the wrong place, that was all. He had the wrong parents…but it wasn't his fault. However, he didn't know anymore and being secretive had melted with his personality. In the beginning, it was a performance. Now, it was part of him. "I know" Ethan admitted.

"Why didn't you run away?" Prue asked. That was what she would have done.

"Because there is so much beauty here to give up." Ethan answered. "I was brought here by Logan; he thought he could keep me from turning evil. He brought me to the best place I can get to go. Besides, it wasn't so bad, I always had something to do, when you live in a magic community there is always something to do, someplace to go, someone to help out, I wanted to learn white magic so I could prove to Logan that I wasn't that bad…but he never gave me the chance. He always thought that my powers were dangerous…just because he didn't understand them." Ethan was lost within his memories. "Also, I was kind of scared, out there; there was a world where people got killed everyday! It sounds scary if you have never faced evil. Then you came along and, Prue…" This was the first time Ethan would talk like that about his feelings towards Prue. He felt that something could go wrong that day and he needed Prue to know what he really felt. "You are like my mother, I wish you were. You cared about me when nobody else did. Some days I would just come to your place crying and you stayed with me until I fell asleep. You were told by the elders not to get any closer to me but you didn't care…you were my only true friend and with you…I felt like I had a family for the first time. I felt like I belonged somewhere…Prue, if something goes wrong tonight, I want you to know that…well, everything I just told you. If something goes wrong, I want you to know that you don't have to fight for me anymore, I can handle it and I will, they can't just blow me off. They can't."

"Hey, hey honey" Prue held him tightly, "Nothing is gonna go wrong. You are going to come home with me and if they don't let you I am going to kick serious butt, whether you want it or not"

"Prue, I don't need you like that anymore" Ethan smiled. "I brought you back from the dead, and, to other time, remember?"

"Yeah, and since you are being honest…would you explain me how did you do it?"

"That was easier than easy!" Ethan laughed. "One of my powers is…to create doors, I'll show you!" Ethan raised his hands and did a funny thing while whispered "Dosfaceo" Five little flames came from his fingers and created a nebula. Ethan put his hand inside the nebula and it disappeared. "Look left" he told Prue. Prue did and saw Ethan's hand floating in the air.

"Oh my god! THAT is a power!" Prue stood up.

"Innit cool?" Ethan asked.

"Very cool" Prue admitted laughing.

"Eventually I learned how to do it in between the present and the past!" Ethan explained. "Never the future though"

"Why not?"

"It is a waste of time. It is not reliable," Ethan explained. "The future changes every day, every second"

"What about destiny?" Prue asked. She had heard Grams talk about the future so many times that it was hard to believe.

"I don't believe in destiny," Ethan said. "For example, your future is to be a charmed one, but, you jump from a building before you become one…you would have changed your destiny…nobody survives that kind of falls"

"Good point" Prue admitted.

The stayed in silence for a little while and then, Ethan realized that it was getting late. "We should go heading to the court house," Ethan pointed. "I don't want to be late"

Prue nodded and stood up.

The court house wasn't far away, it was a huge white building, it kind of look like the Capitol in the US but much bigger. Prue would have liked to go see it slower because she thought it was just fascinating, but she was too worried for Ethan. She noticed that everybody stared at them just like if they were criminals. Everybody avoided Ethan and she couldn't imagine how bad he should have felt when he was younger. That kind of hate destroyed people…

The next events happened as if someone had accelerated time. They were soon called to court and, inside the room, she found the biggest amount of hate she had never thought of. There were many elders and common people staring at Ethan with hate in their eyes. Some witches even called him the meanest stuff she had ever heard. She wanted to flip them off, get the kid and go home but she knew she couldn't.

Ethan avoided Logan's eyes and Prue soon realized who the elder was. "Bastard" She thought. She was the elder that beat him up. She started remembering names, dates, events…everything started coming back as a broken film. She remembered a fifteen-year-old Ethan with a broken arm, crying and wondering why was the world so hard with him. Why couldn't they back off, why couldn't them let them live…Her eyes were filled up with tears. Ethan was going to go up to testify but she grabbed his arms and pulled him in to a hug.

"I love you honey" She said.

"You have the worst timing Prue" Ethan tried to hide his fear and walked away.

The elder called Logan rose his hand and spoke, "Ethan Derek Drakensen, do you know why you are here?"

"I am here because I helped a friend out and defied the elders. I am here because I broke an unjust law" Ethan replied with coldness and anger. Prue felt like yelling at him to shut up but she just couldn't. She had never seen anyone so brave. Logan smiled but the other elders didn't find it funny at all.

"You are here for high treason" Logan explained.

"To whom?" Ethan replied with anger. "To the people who treated me as trash? To the people who hated me for something I didn't do? Or to you all, elders, because I didn't follow your corrupted rules?"

Prue smiled. His arrogance was going to get him killed, but she knew, they both knew that not even the best behavior was going to help him. Ethan knew that he wasn't going to get away that time, so he decided to face whatever was to come looking up, knowing that, for one, the world was under his feet. For once, he wouldn't be stepped on.

"Why Ethan, why did you betray us? The ones who believed in you" Logan asked.

"There is only one person who believed in me, just one, and that person is free, she has a life you all cannot touch, everything I did was give her the life she deserves and you took away from her. All I did was stand up for the person I love, in fact, the only person that ever showed me something different than hate, fear, or rudeness. The only person who was there, day and night." Ethan said staring at Prue's eyes.

Prue's eyes watered. She didn't want to keep looking. Someone squeezed her hand in sign of affection. She looked up to the person and saw Cole. "Cole?" She asked.

"Surprised?" Cole asked.

"Not at all" She whispered. "Are you a demon?"

"Nope, I am a demon with soul, and morality, raised in the light of all good" He whispered proud of himself. "Don't try to turn me evil Prue, I wouldn't be here if I was"

"What are you doing here?"

"Same as you"

"Do you know him?"

"Not really…I just find interesting what he did. Crazy and brave too"

Prue would have kept talking but it wasn't the right time so she forced herself to pay attention to the trial. A trial they were horribly losing. At the time, Ethan was telling everyone about his childhood, much worse than what Prue had thought. He told them about some elder trying to drown him, about people throwing him stones in the streets, he told them about himself living alone with an elder who wouldn't even pay attention to him. He told them about the day he met Prue and how he changed, and Prue, couldn't take it any longer. She went off.

"Don't you see what you could have done? This kid has had the worst life anyone could have! I am surprised he is not evil when everything he has known is hate! Even from the people he trusted Logan. People like you!" Prue yelled without control. Everyone started murmuring, and Cole tried to keep her from yelling but she hadn't been angrier in her entire life. She stepped up and started yelling to the elders with all the anger she could.

"You are all stupid pieces of crap! Worse than stones, worse than anything I can think off…" She yelled.

"Like she can think about anything right now" Cole thought.

"Throw her out!" Logan yelled. Two men grabbed her by her arms and tried to throw her out but she got rid of them. She looked at Logan and two of the chairs near to him crashed against the wall.

"Prue calm down" Ethan begged. "Please…Logan, don't punish her, she is just mad. She is like my mother…She doesn't mean it."

"Oh yeah. Yes I do" Prue threatened. "You touch a hair of this boy's head and I swear to god you are dead"

"You can't do anything," Logan laughed.

"Try me" Prue replied.

Cole grabbed her arm trying to get her out of the room but she pulled it away. "Leave me alone Cole"

Then, another memory came, this one wasn't exactly a memory but a voice in her head, two voices, hers and Logan's. "You almost killed him this time" Prue yelled. "He doesn't deserve anything else. He is a left over Prue, in case you haven't noticed." "He is a sixteen-year-old boy who you have beaten up since birth" And then, pain all over Prue's body. Prue remembered she had felt like her bones were on fire, just because she contradicted him once. The elder started laughing and stood up. Everyone kept silence.

"You have never been strong enough Prudence. You will never be strong enough…Of course, the boy felt in love with you…his…mother…not really. Just a woman who cared about him. Now he has given you the chance to live, and given me one to get rid of him. Prue, you were the only one who could have spoken for him, but who is going to believe an eighteen-year-old brat with such a little brain." Logan laughed, then he stared at Ethan. "Take him away"

"You were his friend!" Cole yelled indignant. "How can you do this to him?"

"You bastard!" Prue yelled.

"Prue that is enough. Leave!" Ethan begged.

The entire courtroom laughed at him, muttering things like "The little demon feels" or "The little demon wants a mommy" They all laughed at Ethan, Prue and Cole. Logan laughed too but Ethan didn't look down. He wouldn't.

"You can laugh" Ethan said with an arrogant voice. "You can try to kill me if you want but I don't think the underworld would like it. I don't think the Source himself would like it…now I think about it…they are kind of mad you know…something about me killing the Seer, I don't know" Ethan started laughing and Prue froze. "He did what?" Cole whispered. Prue didn't have words, she wasn't disappointed, or mad, she was speechless. What could she do? Ethan was there, threatening the most powerful people in the magic community, being laughed at, and he never lost his cool the way she had. She had made everything worse for him.

Logan's eyes grew big. He walked towards Ethan and slapped him. Ethan didn't even move his face away, which broke Prue's heart. Ethan stared at her and whispered something that seemed like, "I'm sorry". Then, in front of the entire courtroom, he took a knife out of the nothing. The same knife he used to killed the Seer. He didn't want to kill again, but something inside of him yelled to do it again. To pour blood out again. He knew that it would be his end, if he killed the Elder, Prue would never talk to him again. If he killed the Elder, he would go evil and become what he was trying to avoid. That couldn't happen. Although, he felt so powerful…

Logan stepped back, scared. It was the first time an elder had been scared. Two elders tried to go help him but Ethan yelled, "If anyone moves, he is dead" No one moved a muscle. That was the Elder's loyalty to each other….

Ethan sighed and stared at Prue who shook her head, worried. Cole knew the kind of battle Ethan was going through. The battle he was trying to fight too. He had had a nice and happy life, but Ethan, he had the worst of the lives.

"Kill me, demon boy" Logan threatened him. "Do it"

"Don't" Prue whispered.

Ethan looked everywhere, his anger, evil taking control. He didn't want to, but Logan, he deserved to die! He had beaten him up so many times, he had made out of his life a hell, no, Ethan wasn't evil, if he was, he couldn't have lived there for that long, it was impossible. He had adored Logan, he had always though that Logan was a hero, now he just thought he was a murderer and he was the victim. For the first time Ethan felt sorry for himself. He realized that he could have been better, he felt hate. He rose his arm, he was going to kill him, he knew he was. Logan smiled and Prue open her mouth, horrified.

"Tears are heavier than gold,

But they don't worth anything and go forgotten,

The bad feelings intimidate,

They keep you from being happy and throw you down

Always turn into memories from the past,

From the dark, from the vast,

And the bad times you had forgotten

Come back, and turn to be,

Just a speechless heart,

And a soul that cannot bleed anymore…

It was a poem without rime that Ethan had heard when he was a kid. It described the same feelings he had. He couldn't take the anger anymore, he yelled his anger out and stabbed the man that had broken his mind. His soul couldn't bleed anymore, just like the poem said. The bad feelings came back, just like the poem said, everything went dark…Ethan stabbed him over and over again, falling on him and losing any sense of time, or morality. He felt electricity going through veins while he turned into the man he had been running away from for so long. Prue covered her mouth with her hand and broke into tears. The body without life of Logan fell on the beautiful white floor of the courtroom, into a pool of blood. Ethan stared, standing up while everybody was running away. Cole tried to get away with Prue but Prue didn't move.

Her eyes locked with Ethan's eyes who were darker than usual, almost black. Blood, sweat and tears covered his face.