Author's note.

First of all, I'm sorry I haven't updated anything in around a month. I've had a huge block. I thought I wasn't going to be able to write again but finally, I came up with this. Thanks for the patience, and the reviews.

Chapter 16

My immortal

Andy opened his eyes wishing that everything would be alright, and he'd be at home again. Although, he was sure that there was no place else where he would rather to be. It was one of those moments when you grieve and you don't really know why you put yourself through that but you just can't be anywhere else, because you know, deep down, that the pain would only be worse than the empty hole and anger you're feeling.

The rain was heavily falling off the sky as if God himself was crying for all the tears held, but again, one would wonder why God let something like that happen. One would think that God would have, or should have, been able to fix what no one can fix. According to most people, death is something we have no control over, death is destiny and God is the one that controls it all. According to Andy, God was either too weak or too scared to do something. People say God is all powerful, Andy however, thought that his power was overestimated.

He sighed and observed his environment, drinking from every detail. He gazed at the people, all equal in the eyes of death, all dressed in black, all crying. He felt like he was looking through a window of tears from another world. He could hear the hell bells' sound and yet it seemed so unreal. The pressure of the situation ran within the veins of poisoned blood of a cemetery that had seen so many deaths, yet there was no death like this one. Cries, sobs, tears, broken souls and yet no one knew, no one knew, no one, no one knew the truth. Tears came to his eyes when the band started playing her favorite song, "Never smoke without fire, never love, without tears" he found himself thinking.

The forest around the place whispered and murmured encouraging words, many people showed their support but did anyone really know her? Did anyone know that anything isn't close as how it may appear?

The white tombstone revealed a semi truth, and the cemetery itself was witnessing the lie that was the death of an immortal. Death and Chaos was all he could see, "there will be a new construction", he thought, "There will be new beginning". The breeze froze his cheeks and made him bow his head, a single tear came out but he held himself together. He had to now.

He stared at Piper who was grabbing Leo's arm, crying as he had never seen anyone cry before. "My sister, my sister…my sister" she kept on crying. It seemed like she was crying her soul out. All the feelings, anger, frustration, grieve, pain, misunderstanding, things didn't make sense. Piper's eyes were red and her hair was a mess, she was crying and had to arch her back so she could breathe. Phoebe was holding Paige who kept on trying to jump onto the grave, Phoebe kept denying and Paige, crying it was her fault.

However, their sobs were drowned in the rain and the power of the things, and even if he tried to understand the situation, it seemed like it all was wrapped in a supernatural aura and he, he was the only non magical person. Funny how he was the only one who could see the whole picture.

Around the beautiful grave, people were holding hands, holding each other, as if they were afraid they'd break. Not only the Halliwells but also Jack, who had changed a lot, he didn't look like the dork he used to be back in high school, he looked like a high business man. Then, by his side, Cole. Cole had always been a mystery to him. During high school, it almost seemed like Cole knew more than anyone about pretty much everything. He always seemed to be hiding something, and now, now Andy knew what his friend had been hiding for so long.

--Flashback--

"Andy, open up. It's me, Cole" his old friend's voice said. Andy stared at the door and Prue held his hand. They stared at each other in the dark room, and then, she nodded. Once again, he found comfort inside his girlfriend's eyes, eyes that seemed darker than usual. Andy stood up and opened the door. His eyes met Cole's and both friends gazed at each other. Neither of them looked very different, although Cole's hair was much shorter and he was taller. He was wearing a somewhat black cloak with a big hood over his head. Cole stared at Prue and smiled. "Can I come in?"

"How did you know we were here? Do you know Ethan?"

"Ethan? Of course I know him, but how could I not know him? Don't you remember Prue? I was there too."

Prue nodded, knowing that he referred to the day when the 'adult' Ethan killed the elder and everything started to fall apart. She remembered how Cole was there holding her hand, and then, then he disappeared.

"You are…you are part of this aren't you?" Prue suddenly said. "that's why you came to our high school, because you are part of everything"

"I am"

"Part of what?" Andy asked. "You coming back from the dead?"

"So you know?" Prue stared at him and he could read how she felt guilty for not telling him. " I'm sorry"

Andy gazed at her. She was better than when she first found her but she was still hurt. He realized that he could never be mad at her, no matter what she did he could never be mad at such a pretty face. He held her hand and said, "It's okay. I know why you did it Prue, I understand you, remember? I accepted that you were a witch, I accepted you, with all you are so don't apologize.

Cole smirked and cleared his throat. "So you know the plan, don't you?

Both Prue and Andy nodded, then, Prue said, "I'm all packed"

"Good, we have no time to waste"

"I don't want you to go" Andy said. He didn't know why he said it but he did. He couldn't keep it inside for any longer. It wasn't fair. He pulled her into a hug. "I can't live without you"

Prue kissed him softly while he pleaded her not to leave. "We will be back together soon"

--End of Flashback—

Then, Phoebe called his name and took him out of his thoughts. It was his turn to speak his last words to Prue, or at least, the Prue that everybody would remember. He stepped up and stared at the people, then, he lowered his head; he knew it was a big act but still, it hurt.

"Prue" he said, " I love you with all I am" And I hope you are listening. "I would like you to know that I am not disappointed, I am not mad, we have gone through so many things together and it almost seems like we are…"It doesn´t seem like anything Prue, we are soul mates, you know we are. Why are you leaving me? He tried to remember the words he wrote, but kept on forgetting. When he spoke again he did it with a soft voice and almost breathless. "What a privilege that was to get to know you, to grow up with you…" again he didn't know what to say. He stared at the sisters, great spasms of grief seemed to wretch their whole body. Cries of panic, cries of pain, angry voices, words could not explain the dull pain of these things. Thunder was falling now, vibrating, wild, long, short, light, heavy and light again. The wind was blowing hard, as if it was trying to blow the lies away. He gave them time to pull themselves together and spoke again, "Prue…" there was nothing he could say. "If there is something in this goddamn world I wouldn't change, that's grief." People seemed horrified that Andy had said that world in a cemetery but he didn't care. "do you want to know why? Because the fucking grief holds hands with love," Never smoke without fire, never love, without tears. "With Prue, everything was complicated, there always was, some other secret, but in the end, she was al-freaking-ways by my side, and that was enough for me. The secrets, the mystery, only details of the picture. You never look at the details…She made me the happiest man alive…" Andy had started babbling now, "And things won't make sense without her, you never turn your back to grief, because if you turn your back to grief…you turn your back to love…but you knew that didn't you, Prue?

He stopped talking and gazed at the puzzled crowd, for a second, the awkwardness was so big that no one spoke, even the sisters had stopped crying, "this is not the end" he said and then, walked off. People tried to call him but he didn't listen. He never listened to reason, no, never.

And just when he was trying to get away, wondering when he would see her again, he saw a face he would not miss anywhere. Back in the line of the forest, there was a woman with a familiar shape that would make his imagination wonder off anytime. She was wearing the same kind of cloak that Cole wore once, with same big hood covering her beautiful face almost entirely, by her side, a tall dark haired man smirking enigmatically, a smirk that she shared, by her other side, there was a little boy holding her hand. The kid probably didn't understand what was going on and Andy could see how scared he was. The woman—Prue—held him tightly and the kid smiled. Andy smiled too, she would make a wonderful mother someday. Andy walked to her and hugged her, he felt how her heart started to beat faster and faster, as if she was holding tears back, in fact, she was. Prue didn´t want him to see her crying, but she was bleeding inside. "Please not you" Andy begged. He caressed her face and then, kissed her.

"We gotta go" Ethan said.

"Where?" Andy asked

"I can't tell you"

Prue started sobbing, obviously she didn't want to leave, if only Andy knew that all she did was for him to be safe, and happy…if he only knew how much she loved him. Although, it seemed like they weren't meant to be, they didn't have control over what they felt but again, that's what destiny is.

Ethan tried to hurry her up but Prue grabbed Andy's arm. All of the sudden, he could see her eyes, he almost fainted. Her eyes were almost red and, almost, metallic, nothing like the eyes that took his breath away. "Oh my god, Prue!" Andy couldn't help to say. "What happened to you?"

"I'm fine"

" I don´t think you are!" Then he turned to Ethan. "What have you done to her?" he yelled to Ethan.

"He hasn´t done anything" Prue defended him.

"Prue, we really have to go"

"Ethan wait!" both lovers said.

Ethan was now pulling Prue away from Andy, "hold on!" she cried. "Damn it!" Andy yelled.

"ANDY!" Prue yelled when she started to disappear with both Ethans. She yelled so loud that everyone at the funeral turned around, trying to see where the voice came from, but it was late, Prue was already gone. Andy tried to grab the air where Prue had been just a few seconds ago. He couldn't help it. Andy Trudeau started crying as if his life depended on it.

In the dark, Andy was standing up in front of his window. The clock took life away while he was trying to hold on to something he didn´t even know, and he would keep on holding on until life fell apart. He was drowned into his own thoughts…thoughts of war. He wouldn´t let Prue go, he was surprised of how things between them had gotten so…deep. It was almost like a cosmic conection between to souls that refused to let go of one another. If only….if only he had powers…

He punched the window and broke it, then he did the same with all the windows in the room, harder, faster, he did not care about pain anymore than he cared about himself, or pain, all he wished for was powers to help the woman he loved.

"IS IT SO DAMN HARD TO UNDERSTAND?" the heartbroken man yelled out of himself. "FUCK YOU ETHAN! FUCK DESTINY!" He smashed another window. "SHE IS ALL I HAVE!" He knew he looked like a fool but he didn´t care. He was trying to pull himself back together just to fall again. "IT DOESN´T MAKE SENSE!"

He smashed another window and a piece of it got got stuck in his arm. He stared at it and saw his blood running out his arm. Slowly, he caressed the wound and, all of the sudden, the piece of wood and glass flew off his arm, then, it healed. He stared at it, amused. "What was that?" he asked himself without actually believing that it was happening. Then, he stared at the room, pieces of wood and glass were flying everywhere, like in an ellipse around him, as if he was the sun, and the glass, the planets, and everything revolved around him. He held up both arms and the pieces exploded. The furniture of his house broke in pieces and he felt how the powers run through his veins, it possessed him, it freed him.

"Trudeau, calm down" A well-known voice said. Andy turn around and saw Cole staring at him, happily staring at him. "So, you finally found out, about time man"

"What's going on?" Andy asked.

"You don't know?"

"Do I look like I know?" Andy yelled to his old friend.

"You were supposed to have powers" Cole said, "once you died"

"I'm not dead!"

"Nope, but you were supposed to die"

"When?"

"Today"

Andy was now puzzled. "Prue has changed many things" Cole spoke again. "She wanted to save you, even when you were dead, she found a way back to you"

"What? How?"

"Through her thoughts, you guys could talk through her astral. You were the one who helped the most to bring her back, well, you and the little devil. I did something too, we all helped…

"Great, who else is involved in this? The baker? Bill Gates?" Andy yelled all pissed.

"Well, I don´t know about Gates…just kidding Andy…don´t freak"

"I just can't believe it!"

"You share powers with Prue…and a few of your own"

"Of my own?"

He was trying to figure out what everything meant, maybe…he was connected to Prue, right? If that was right and he had powers, maybe he could go save her…

"You can't fight Ethan" Cole cut his thoughts.

"Has anyone tried?" Andy asked him, pissed.

"Many more people than you can think off" Cole said. "The Source doesn't fight him, because he is afraid…Ethan, he is…invincible, immortal" Andy did not ask who the Source was, not like he cared anyway. "Someone has to be able to be able to do something…no one is invincible"

"Well, there is someone…"

"Who? I'll find that person and I…"

"Well, it's Prue"

"No way"

"If she gets to little Ethan, if she makes him straight up…if she makes him give up his powers…"

"Why would anyone do that?"

"You'd be surprised…" Cole started to say, remembering Phoebe, "Listen, there are the charmed ones, but still…they are not powerful enough, they are not united…"

"Who are the charmed ones?"

"Prue was part of them, it's like an alliance, but it doesn't work unless they are united…and they are not…

"Why not?"

"I don´t know…but they are vulnerable"

"How vulnerable?"

"Very"

Prue sat on her bed, holding Ethan tightly against her body. "We are going to be okay"

"He scares me" Ethan said, referring to his adult himself.

"He is just confused" Prue said, trying to convince herself. "He loves us" Prue stroked his hair and he lay on her. "Who died?" Ethan asked.

"What do you mean?" Prue asked without understanding.

"Today, we went to a funeral…"

Prue smiled and kissed his forehead. "No one honey, don't worry"

"But, your husband was crying and…they said your name…"

"He is not my husband…and it was another Prue"

"But they said your name!"

"hey, I'm alright, don't you see me?"

"But they said your name!"

"Ethan, hon, I am fine!" Prue laughed at him.

"But…"

"Don't worry, okay?"

"I just don't want you to go away" Ethan said looking away. "I don't want you to leave me…" He didn't want to say that he needed her more than he needed air.

"I won't" She realized he was crying, she wiped his tears away and stared at his bright eyes, it was amazing how attached she was to the kid. He was the closest thing to son that she had.

"Everyone else left," Ethan said, "My mom didn't want me, my dad…well, let's not talk about him. I didn't have any friends at school and…everything died around me…"

"What do you mean?"

" I don´t know…forget it."