Repercussions

I looked around me as I sat in class, having received detention for being late. I didn't really care. Detention wasn't all that bad. Andy would be there so I would at least have an ally. I knew Grams wasn't going to be happy that I got detention, especially after trying to sneak back into the Manor this morning. But what could I do. I would be out of the house next year. Sure I loved Grams and being with my sisters but I would be an adult and I wanted to move out on my own. The bell finally rang and I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, not even bothering to look at the teacher.

"God I hate that class," I muttered to myself. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and I spun around, ready to kick some ass. It was only Piper.

"Don't do that," I snapped.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Piper apologized.

"I thought we already talked," I commented as I headed for my next class. It was in the complete opposite direction as Piper's next one.

"No….you told me to leave you alone and I did. But I'm worried Prue," Piper continued, catching my stride so our paces were matched.

"Worried about what? So I didn't go home last night. Big deal, ok. It's not like I was sleeping out on the street or something," I muttered.

"So where were you last night?" she probed.

"I was over at Andy's ok. Stop being so damn nosy," I hissed just as I saw Andy heading towards the locker room.

"Are you guys sleeping together?" she blurted.

"What? That is so none of your business," I growled.

"Come on, Prue. We're sisters. You've got to have some sort of juicy secrets that you want to tell someone…and that someone is clearly not Phoebe," she begged me.

"I'm not telling you that kind of thing, Piper. You're too-" I began but she cut me off.

"I'm not too young, Prue. I'm fifteen. I could understand you not wanting to talk to Phoebe…but please, Prue," she said, tugging on my sleeve. She was starting to whine and Piper was never pleasant when she whined.

"I'm not talking about this…not here. Look, you're going to be late for class and Grams would freak if both of us got detention. So go," I ordered. She silently glared at me but started to walk in the other direction.

I managed to get to my class just before the bell rang. I sat down in my seat, in the back of the class and opened my notebook. I picked up my pen and started to take notes on the lecture. God, why did I have to listen to this idiot drone on about Robert Frost? Eventually my pen stopped writing and started doodling. Finally the bell rings. I looked at the clock as I left the room. I have a free period and I know Andy does too. I reached my locker and felt someone standing behind me. I slowly turned around to see Andy and I let out a breath.

"You want to hang in the library this period?" he asked.

"Sure. Let me just switch books," I answered with a small nod. I pulled open my locker and tossed in my lit book.

A few minutes later we grabbed a table in the back of the library. Neither of us said anything for a while, just staring at nothing.

"Prue," he whispered, getting my attention.

"Huh?" I murmured, looking at him.

"What were you doing in the park last night?" he questioned softly.

"I don't want to talk about it," I replied sharply.

"Come on. I think I have a right to be concerned when my girlfriend calls me in the middle of the night to pick her up from the park," he countered.

"I just went for a walk and lost track of time that's all," I lied. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth. For one thing, I didn't entirely remember the truth.

"Prue, I think I've known you long enough to know when you're lying," he commented.

"Would you just drop it? You're not your father, ok. You can't interrogate me," I shot at him. I know I shouldn't have blown up at him for genuine concern but when I don't want to talk about something, I mean it.

"I'm not interrogating you! I'm trying to be supportive," he argued back.

"You want to be supportive? Then just let it go," I spat.

I stood up to get away from him when the table suddenly went screeching in the other direction. I cringed at the sound it made but it finally stopped. I caught Andy's eye and he looked freaked out.

"Did you just do that?" he hissed at me.

"No…I don't think so," I answered. It sure did look like a moved it though.

"Well it sure as hell looked like you did," he muttered.

"I…I didn't mean to. It's never happened before," I breathed. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate. I opened them again and with a minute flick of my wrist the table moved back.

"Well make sure it doesn't happen again. I don't want you in some laboratory being poked and prodded," he sighed.

I nodded, knowing he was right. The rest of the day just dragged on like it would never end. Finally I found myself sitting in detention. It's not like I frequented the place often. I got strange looks from some of the guys sitting near me. I tried to focus on my work but all I could think about was the incident in the library. I know Andy wouldn't tell anyone about it. But what did it mean? I'd never lost control of my powers, not really. I sure as hell wasn't going to let Grams in on that little secret.

"You want me to drive you home later?" Andy asked me, sitting down.

"Sure, thanks," I answered.

"Sorry for yelling at you earlier," I whispered, leaning in close so the teacher at the front of the room wouldn't notice.

"I know you are. But I'm here when you're ready to talk," he muttered back.

Detention passed by pretty uneventfully. My powers didn't go haywire and the teacher left us alone. Presently Andy and I were sitting in his car outside the Manor. I was avoiding going in.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I finally said.

"Good luck," he said with a small smirk. I could help but smile a little as I got out. I took a few deep breaths before I walked in. I had just enough time to take off my jacket and set my bag down by the stairs before Grams appeared.

"Why are you just getting home?" she asked, sounding really pissed.

"I had detention because I was late this morning," I answered with a shrug, trying to make it not a big deal.

"First you don't come home and then you get detention? Prudence what in heaven's name is going on?" Grams demanded to know.

"I just had a bad day, ok? Can't I have bad days?" I muttered. I started to walk away, knowing full well she wouldn't let me get far,

"We are not done here," she said, her tone like ice. I slowly turned around and sat down on the bottom stair.

"Where were you last night?" she began.

"Out," I answered as vaguely as I could.

"I want the truth, Prudence. Where were you?" she asked again.

"I was at a party, ok? Happy now?" I shot.

"The one I expressly told you that you couldn't go to because it was a school night?" she interrogated.

"Yes. I did something you didn't want me to do. Guess what Grams, I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions," I spat.

"Not while you live in this house. You are not an adult yet. While you live here, and believe you will be living here for a while, you follow my rules. What if a demon had attacked?" Gram rebutted.

"Well they didn't attack. So why speculate about it," I hissed.

"You have an obligation to this family, Prue. You can't just run off whenever the spirit moves you," she commented. There she goes again, bringing up the damn obligation to family and magic.

"I'm not super witch, Grams. I can't be available all the time. I'd have no life. But then again that's what you want isn't it," I seethed.

"You do not speak to me in that tone young lady. You are grounded for two weeks. No parties, no dates, no phone," she said with a note of finality in her voice.

"Fine. Can I go now?" I grumbled. She nodded and I stood up. I turned on my heel and stormed up the stairs. I passed Phoebe on my way to my room. I could tell she was nervous. But right now I could only be mad at one person and that was Grams.

"Prue-" she began but I stopped and cut her off.

"What? What do you want?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, taking a step back.

"No you're not, Phoebe. I asked you to do one thing…one thing for me. You couldn't even do that. I don't know why I put up with you," I snarled and walked into my room, slamming the door as loudly as I could.