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PART TWENTY: "Where Are You?"

Help came, but from a most unexpected source. Hearing ever-raising voices, Cole sprinted into the kitchen just in time to see both sisters use the full-name call on each other. "Andy," he hissed "We've gotta separate these two before they kill each other."

Nodding emphatically in agreement, Andy grabbed Prue in a tight hug and orbed her back to her room, leaving Cole behind to try to calm down Phoebe.

Prue was momentarily confused upon appearing in her room with Andy's arms wrapped around her when she could've sworn that she was downstairs just seconds earlier. Orbing was a mode of transport that she was most definitely not used to. After regaining her bearings, she wriggled free from his grasp and spun around to face him, her eyes still blazing with anger. "Would you mind telling me why the hell we're up here and not downstairs? I need to be down there -- I wasn't done dealing with Little Miss Attitude yet!"

Andy gave her a soft smile. "Sorry, Prue, but you are. I had to separate you before it was too late, before one of you said something you'd regret later, maybe regret for the rest of your lives. When you called her by her full name and she called you by yours, that's when I knew I had to do something. Think about it, Prue. Please, just take a couple of deep breaths and think about it. She's hurting over losing Piper as much as you are. That's the only reason why she struck out at you--because her remaining sister struck out at her. Normally she would've laughed at the fact that she's a terrible cook--she's been that since you were kids and she couldn't even make toast without burning it. But you struck out at her, hurt her, when she's hurting so much, just like you are. You know that as well as I do. You're the bigger person; I know you are. She doesn't need yelling. She needs a hug. Just like you do."

Hearing Andy's words brought Prue squarely back to reality. Ever since they were little, he always knew just the right things to say, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she had been in the wrong earlier by lashing out at Phoebe like she did. The very last thing she'd wanted to do was take out her pain and frustration on someone who was hurting as much as she was--especially when that someone was her only remaining sister. Sighing softly, she shifted her tear-filled gaze from the floor back up to Andy and nodded in affirmation. "You're right, absolutely right. I can't believe I did that to her--she didn't deserve it. I...I...should've known better."

Andy reached out and hugged Prue tightly. "That's because you're hurting, too. You're both just ultra-sensitive, so neither of you are thinking straight. That's to be expected." Then reaching down and using her chin to lift her face so he was looking right at her, he said, "Your baby sister is downstairs using her anger to hide her pain, just like she always has. Piper knew that's what was behind it. That's how she was able to help you guys make up. She's not here to do that now. So what are you going to do to make Piper proud of you?"

Meanwhile downstairs, Phoebe had given out a loud sigh of frustration as she watched Andy and Prue orb out, then spun on Cole, her eyes still sparking fire. "Well? You gonna say anything? Or are you going to call me Phoebe Penelope, too?" Before he could respond, she spun around, turning her back on him. "Doesn't think I can throw a stupid casserole in the stupid oven, huh? Fine! I'll make a salad instead!" And stalking over to the refrigerator, she grabbed out a head of lettuce, set it on the counter, grabbed the biggest, sharpest knife she could find and began chopping at it. "This is your head, Prue! This is Andy's head! And if you stick your nose into it, Cole, this is your head, too!" As she kept chopping, lettuce flew everywhere around the kitchen, making a total mess.

Her screaming didn't even phase the half-demon, who took charge of the situation now that he had let her blow off some steam and take her anger out on an inanimate object. Stalking over to the counter, he grabbed Phoebe from behind, snatched the knife from her hand and set it on the counter before spinning her around. Grabbing her by both shoulders, he shook her in an effort to bring her back to her senses. "Phoebe! You need to knock it off, and I mean now."

Phoebe was shocked! "How dare y--" but she never finished her sentence as Cole shut her up the only way he knew how--kissing her. She raised her hand to slap him, but he grabbed both of her arms and shoved them down to her sides, pressing her back against the counter, never stopping; kissing her as hard as he could.

Phoebe kept struggling, but eventually the kiss got to her and she began kissing him back as the tears she'd been trying to hold back began flowing down her cheeks. Feeling the tears, Cole finally released the kiss and let go of her arms, hugging her instead as she laid her head on his shoulders, sobbing like mad. "Why did he have to kill her, Cole? Why? Prue and I would never be screaming at each other like that if Piper was still here," and all Cole could do was hold her and let her cry them out.

And that's the scene Prue and Andy saw as they walked into the room. Prue looked around the kitchen. "Were you trying to put the first salad into orbit?" she softly asked.

Phoebe looked up from Cole's shoulder, tears still streaming down her face, and looked around at the lettuce strewn all around the kitchen. "Yeah, I guess I kinda did. Messing up her kitchen like this, Piper would've killed me."

Prue managed a half-hearted smile, but one look at Phoebe's red and tear-streaked face was all it took for her to realize just how much she had hurt her little sister when she had lashed out at her earlier. The thought of losing Phoebe forever over something as stupid as an argument about who was going to stick a casserole in the oven wasn't something that sat well with her and she knew that she needed to be the bigger person and make amends. However, this was most definitely not her area of expertise and she hoped that she could do half as well as Piper would have. Picking nervously at her cuticles, she mulled over what exactly she was going say. Here goes nothing. "Phoebs? There's something I need to tell you."

Hearing Prue call her Phoebs rather than Phoebe Penelope made Phoebe smile. That told her all that she really truly needed to know--that her big sister still loved her even if she did go overboard every once in awhile. "What's that, Prue?"

Seeing Phoebe's smile gave Prue the confidence boost that she needed. And taking a deep breath, she looked into Phoebe's warm brown eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for striking out at you earlier; I'm sorry for hurting you like I did when you're already hurting. You didn't deserve it, and I should've known better. And if I had just opened my eyes and looked, I would've realized that you weren't joking. That what you really needed right then was a hug and someone to comfort you -- not me laughing at you and then yelling at you."

She paused to collect her thoughts and continued, still looking her baby sister square in the eyes. "I know that I rarely, if ever, admit that I'm wrong. But I was -- and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me." The tears that had been threatening to spill over finally did and trickled down her face.

Prue hadn't even finished speaking before Phoebe was running across the kitchen and throwing her arms around her big sister. "No, no, no, Prue; it wasn't your fault--it was mine. I should've known you were only teasing me...we all know what a horrible cook I am. I shouldn't have taken my pain out on you, not when you're hurting as much as I am. I'm sorry; I really am. It's just so hard without Piper reminding me that when you get huffy, it's because you're hurting. But I'd never want to lose you. Not over something as stupid as a casserole! Now why don't you stick one of those gazillion casseroles in the oven, while I clean up this mess and then I promise I'll make a salad without putting it in orbit."

Andy turned to look at Cole, a grin on his face that said, "Mission accomplished," before saying to the girls, "Why don't we guys take care of the mess while you gals take care of the food?

Phoebe and Prue contemplated the suggestion and exchanged a glance. Grinning, Phoebe turned back to Andy and nodded. "You've got yourself a deal."

And that's exactly what happened. Andy and Cole cleaned up the lettuce explosion while Phoebe worked on a new salad and Prue took her time in taking casseroles out of the fridge, lifting the aluminum foil or cover, checking to see what it was, dipping her finger into it, so she could taste it, and then putting it back, finally settling on some chili that wasn't too spicy yet wasn't too bland and that she knew everyone would like. It wasn't as good as Piper's chili, of course--nothing could be better than Piper's chili--but it would have to do.

"How long do I put it in there for?" she asked. "And at what temperature?"

"Why don't you put it in the microwave?" Phoebe suggested. "Then you just have to set it for two minutes on high, test it, and if it's not hot, set it for another two minutes."

Prue smiled. "And you thought we would starve," she teased gently.

Phoebe shrugged sheepishly. "OK, so I forgot about the nuker. I would've starved in New York without it."

So Prue put the chili in the microwave oven and set the timer for two minutes and the temperature on high. While it was cooking, the two sisters began setting the table. Now this was something they had done for Piper a lot over the years, so they had no problems. Somehow it seemed like at any moment, Piper would walk out of the kitchen, carrying some wonderfully-aromatic dish, but of course she didn't.

When the microwave oven dinged, Prue checked it and it was plenty hot enough, so she brought it out to the dining room table, Andy reminding her to be sure to put it on one of the duvets that was sitting on the hutch. Prue smiled at the reminder. Piper loved their dining room table--she would've hated it if Prue put a burn mark on it.

Meanwhile Phoebe took her salad out of the fridge and brought it out, along with the milk. After Prue had dished out some chili for everyone, both girls called the guys to the table. Cole and Andy walked in from the conservatory and sat down at the table, immediately tasted both the salad and the chili, everyone complimented Phoebe on her salad and laughingly complimented Prue on her chili, even as they all were thinking how much better Piper would've done with both.

Even as she smilingly accepted the compliments, Prue noticed that someone was missing. "Be right back," she told the others, then she walked into the foyer and called up the stairs. "Leo?" She waited for a couple of seconds, and tried again, this time a little louder. But upon hearing no movement from the upstairs nor seeing her brother-in-law appear in his usual manner, she returned to the dining room, shaking her head; a puzzled expression on her face.

"Well, that's weird," she said, taking a seat at the table and looking around as if expecting Leo to appear at any second. He wasn't usually one to miss a family meal. "Come to think of it, have any of you guys seen Leo since we got home? Phoebs? Cole? Andy?"

Phoebe shook her head, as did Cole and Andy. "Nope. The last time we saw him was a couple of hours ago when he was heading into his and Piper's room." Then a thought struck her as she reached for some crackers to dip in her chili. "You know what?"

"What?" Andy wanted to know.

"I didn't see him during the infamous 'oven argument' either." Phoebe continued. "I didn't think anything of it at the time, but now that I've had time to..."

"It was kind of strange that he didn't come down and see what was going on." Prue finished, nodding. "After all, it wasn't like we were having a whispered conversation."

"You got that right," snickered Cole, earning him a swat on the arm from Phoebe and a slightly unamused look from Prue. "Ouch!" He said with a feigned injured look while rubbing his arm. "I've got an idea." His eyes lit up and he glanced across the table at Andy. "Is it possible for you to sense other whitelighters?"

Andy shrugged "I think so. I've never tried it--but I think so. Why?"

"Because if you can, then we'll at least have solved the mystery of Leo's whereabouts." Cole concluded, taking a drink of his milk.

"Good idea. Guess it wouldn't hurt. Then at least we can find him to see if he's all right." Setting down his salad dish, Andy closed his eyes and tried to sense his whitelighter colleague. After about a minute he opened them again and found three sets of eyes staring at him in anticipation.

"Well?" asked Prue, stopping her spoonful of chili halfway between her bowl and her mouth.

Andy grinned. "Found him."

"Where?" inquired Phoebe, setting down her glass.

"On the top of Golden Gate Bridge."

"That makes sense." After Andy gave Prue a questioning look, she explained further. "I remember Piper saying something once about Leo telling her that he goes to the top of the bridge whenever he needs to think or needs some downtime. She said that he calls it his 'sanctuary'."

Phoebe nodded and smiled as she also recalled that conversation. "Of course!" She glanced across the table. "Andy? Would you mind doing a favor for us and going to check on him? At least then we'll know that he's okay. It's been a hard day for him, too."

"No problem. I'll let him know that dinner's ready, too, just in case he's hungry. We whitelighters may not need food, but we still get hungry." Leaning over, Andy gave Prue a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back." With that, he disappeared in a swirl of white lights.

Andy orbed onto the top of the Golden Gate Bridge where he found Leo sitting on the top beam, looking even more worn out than that last time he had seen him.

Seeing his fellow whitelighter, Leo immediately jumped to his feet in fear. "The sisters..."

"They're fine," Andy told him soothingly. "They're just having dinner and were wondering where you are. Prue heated up some chili."

The words made Leo smile wryly. "Prue cooked?? Are you sure she won't poison you?"

Andy smiled back. "Well, I'm a whitelighter now, remember? She can't poison me and she can't poison Cole and she won't poison Phoebe. It's one of the casseroles that one of the neighbors brought over. Chili. Prue simply microwaved it, and it's not that bad. Not as good as Piper's, of course..." But seeing the way Leo's smile fell, Andy knew he had said the wrong thing. "Look, if you're not hungry and don't want any, I'm sure the girls will understand, and it's not like they were actually the ones who made it."

"They??" Leo asked. "You mean Phoebe helped?"

"Yeah, she made the salad and didn't do that bad of a job."

Leo nodded. "Yeah, Piper showed her how..."

"I'm serious, Leo. If you don't want to come to dinner, I'm sure the girls will understand."

Leo sighed. "You're right. I don't want to come to dinner, and I don't want to go to that celebration at P3 tonight. If I truly have to be there, then, OK, I will, but listening to all of those memories at the funeral and then thinking about all of them, it's just so hard, much harder than I ever imagined."

"I'll talk it over with the girls. With Cole and me there, I don't really think they'll need you, although some of the people there might wonder why you're not there." He paused for a moment. "Victor may wonder why you're not there," and Leo laughed wryly at that. "But," Andy continued. "If you don't think you can handle it, I'm pretty sure they'll understand."

"Thanks, Andy; you've been a Godsend, both for me and for the sisters. If after you talk it over with them, if they think I should be there, or if when you get to P3, you sense I should, this is where I'll be, so you can come get me."

Andy nodded. "Sounds good. Just take care of yourself and remember that you have a lot of people who care."

"Yeah, I know that, and that's what helps me to keep going. But I think I've had just about all the sympathy I can handle for one day."

Andy nodded as he stood up. "Yeah, I think I can understand that. Take care," and after giving his fellow whitelighter a soothing pat on the back, Andy orbed back to the Manor.

The sisters and Cole were in the midst of what appeared to be a very animated conversation when Andy reappeared in the dining room. Cole was the first to notice and nudged Phoebe on the arm. "How is he?" she inquired, her expression switching from laughing to concerned.

Andy pulled out his seat at the table. "He's all right. Well, as all right as he could be, considering..." He shrugged and took a bite of chili, not really needing to continue the sentence. "He said that he's within 'calling distance' if you need him tonight, but that he's going to take a pass on dinner and the celebration at P3. He hopes you girls will understand."

"Well, I'm glad he's all right," smiled Prue and Phoebe nodded. "And honestly, if I were him and found out that it was me who cooked dinner -- I'd take a pass on that too." Phoebe snickered at the comment, earning an eye-roll from her big sister, who then continued. "And if he doesn't want to come tonight to the club, I most certainly won't hold it against him. How 'bout you, Phoebs?"

Phoebe speared some salad with her fork as she shook her head. "Nope. If he thinks it'll be too painful to be there, why should we force him to come? I mean, we'll definitely miss him being there...and I'm sure people will notice his absence, but I bet they'll understand too."

The rest of the meal progressed uneventfully, as memories and laughter were shared and clean up was a tag-team affair, with the girls clearing the table while Cole and Andy tackled the dishes. Before they knew it, it was almost time to head to P3 for the celebration. Fifteen minutes later, after everybody had spruced up, they piled into Prue's car to head for the club with Andy once again behind the wheel.

They were maybe halfway to P3, when suddenly Andy gasped, then quickly parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Prue turned to look at him with wide eyes.

"One of my charges! I've gotta go! Now!"

"Andy, no!" cried Prue. "I need you for this!"

"I'm sorry, Prue. I love you, but I gotta go!" and he orbed out.

"No!" cried Prue as she slammed her hand on the dashboard. "No, no! If he hadn't come, I could've done it on my own, truly I could've. But I got used to leaning on him." She leaned back in the seat and covered her eyes with her hands.

Cole shrugged. "So I guess you lean on me and Phoebe and all the others who will be at P3. But we gotta go."

"He's right, Prue," Phoebe told her as she leaned over from the back seat to pat her big sister reassuringly on the shoulder. "And you heard what Andy said. One of his charges needed him."

"Yeah, and any other day, I would've been the first to tell him to go, but not today! What if he doesn't come back? I didn't even get to tell him good-bye or thanks for all he's done for me today. How can I lose him when this is the day we told Piper good-bye?"

"You know better. If he can come back, he will, because he knows how much you need him. But obviously his charge needs him more. And remember what he told us at dinner...if we need a whitelighter, Leo is within 'calling distance'."

Prue gave a heavy sigh, knowing that Phoebe was right, but not wanting to do this alone.

Cole shrugged. "Hey, at least he was here for the funeral. That would've been the hardest part to do without him."

Prue had to agree. "Yeah, you're right and I'm just being stubborn."

"No, you're hurting, just like we are. I know just how you feel...it's how I felt when I couldn't get Cole to wake up this morning and thought I couldn't do this without him. But we're past the hardest part. This part, this is celebrating Piper's life! We can do this, Prue, we can! Remember what you told us before we left?"

Prue gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, I said let's go make Piper proud of us."

"Yep, so let's do it."

And nodding, Prue scooted over to the driver's seat and started up the car.

Nobody was really much up for conversation during the rest of the drive, so after a couple of minutes, Prue turned on the radio in order to break the silence. Coincidentally, it was right at the beginning of "Just My Imagination" by the Cranberries -- one of Piper's favorite bands who were also playing at the celebration of her life that night. As she was mouthing the words, Prue quickly glanced in the rear-view mirror; what she saw brought a smile to her face. Phoebe was doing the exact same thing, softly singing along to the song. The two sisters exchanged a wink and grin before Prue returned her attention to the road. They knew that they were both remembering dancing to that very song at P3:

Start Flashback (Episode 2.05 She's A Man, Baby, A Man!)

Scene: P3. Prue is wearing a very sexy outfit.

Phoebe: Oh.. Well, well. And I thought the heat wave was over.

Piper: Yeah, Prue. You look hot.

Prue: I'm just grateful to be back in heels.

Phoebe: Let me see. Oh, yeah. You definitely have that walk down.

Prue: Well, we'll see if Alan agrees with that.

Phoebe: Alan? I thought you thought he wasn't interested.

Prue: Yeah, I was wrong. Just a little gender confusion.

Piper: Looks like you learned a few things about being a woman by being a man.

Prue: Actually, I did. I mean, we're different, which I'm glad about that. But we're also similar in many ways. You know, we all feel the same emotions. It's just that if we don't communicate honestly, then we read between the lines and tend to get everything screwed up.

Piper: And sometimes it's just up to us to open the door first... take a chance

(They see Dan)

Prue: Oh, you finally called him, huh?

Piper: I got some good advice from the brother I never had. Excuse me.

Prue: You're welcome.

(She goes to meet Dan.)

Prue: So, what about you, Phoebs?

Phoebe: Me, Uh? (She sees Owen) I actually have an appointment with a Doctor I've been dying to see. I'm still running a little bit hot.

Prue: I see that. He winked at you

(Phoebe goes to meet Owen. The Cranberries start to play.)

Piper: Glad you could make it.

Dan: Are you kidding? I'm just glad you called. Truth is I've been waiting to call you for some time now.

Piper: Really? I never would guess.

Dan: You wanna dance?

Piper: Sure.

(They join Phoebe and Owen and start to dance.)

Prue: Alan, Hey... Good to see you.

Alan: I'm glad you called back, Prue. I have to admit. I didn't think you would

Prue: Well, I wasn't going to at first. But then I met this really nice guy who encouraged me to go ahead

Alan: Yeah? Who is he? I wanna thank him.

Prue: Oh, no. I'll thank him... Cranberries.

Alan: Let's go.

(They join Piper and Dan and Phoebe and Owen. Then we see the girls dancing with their guys)

End Flashback

Approximately two and a half songs later, they pulled into P3's parking lot, piled out of the car and headed into the club.

As they made their way down the stairs, they looked around in amazement. The employees had indeed been busy with the preparations. The decorations were almost all up and the pictures and floral arrangements from the church had been strategically placed at various spots around the club, including a collage of pictures taken at P3 made by one of the bartenders which was situated on an easel just past the bottom of the stairs.

Walking over to the bar, Phoebe noticed one other person already seated there. She gave Prue a quick nudge with her elbow and her big sister sighed. It was Victor, who got up from his seat to wave them over. Great, just great. I was hoping he wouldn't get here until later when it was crowded and I could avoid him. So much for that plan.

Phoebe jogged over and wrapped her arms around him. "Daddy!"

Victor returned his youngest's hug. "Baby. Doing any better?"

Phoebe shrugged as they broke apart. "Sorta. Some minutes are better than others." She gave him a curious look. "You're here early. I thought you weren't coming until later on."

Before Victor could give a response, he saw Cole heading towards him, followed closely by Prue. Keeping one arm around Phoebe's shoulders, he reached out and shook the half-demon's hand, and Cole returned the gesture in kind.

And now it was Prue's turn as she locked eyes with her father and slowly approached, still keeping her distance. Releasing his arm from Phoebe's shoulder he took a couple of steps forward. "Prudence."

Prue inwardly groaned. I thought I told him that I hate being called by my full name. Not that it matters since he probably won't listen anyway. But now at Piper's celebration is neither the time nor the place to get into this discussion. After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint her. So for you, Piper. "Vic...I mean...Dad." And taking the last few steps, she put her arms around him in a half-hearted hug.

Phoebe and Cole took this awkward exchange as a cue to leave the vicinity and scooted off to go help the employees put the finishing touches on the decorations before the doors opened.

As they pulled apart Victor looked into the eyes of his eldest and saw the lingering resentment towards him reflected there, but right now it was also mixed with a touch of sadness. He decided to break the quickly forming silence. "I asked Phoebe if she was doing all right. So how about you? Doing any better?"

"All right I guess." Prue sighed and shook her head. "As well as I can be doing, considering...you know. You?"

"The same." It was at that moment that Victor noticed that a very key person in Piper's life was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Leo? I didn't see him come in with you."

"That's because he didn't."

"What do you mean? Is he even coming?"

"I'm not really sure. He might drop in later, but I don't think so."

"Why?"

Prue felt her anger starting to rise, but did her level best to keep it under control. For you Piper, for you.

She shot a piercing glare at her father and gritted her teeth. "Victor. Would you stop with the '20 Questions' bit? Long story short, he said that he wasn't really feeling up to coming and needed some alone time to sort things out. I'm not holding that against him, and neither is Phoebe. It's his choice whether to come or not, all right? Losing Piper has hit him just as hard, if not harder, as it's hit the rest of us."

Pausing, she tucked her hair back behind her ears. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make sure that the sound check has been completed since we're about to open the doors." With that, she turned on her heel and headed towards the stage, leaving Victor standing by the bar, still trying to figure out all of what was just said.

Phoebe was putting the final staightening touch on one of the tables when she saw Prue walk briskly by her and up towards the stage. For a half-second she considered going over there to see how it went with their dad, but the expression on her big sister's face combined with the sight of Victor standing in shock by the bar told her all she needed to know. Taking a moment to straighten one last picture, smiling wistfully as she remembered when it was taken, she hurried over to her dad and hugged him.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked, watching Prue stalk towards the stage.

Phoebe grinned. "You called her Prudence."

He was still bewildered. "But that's her name. Your mother fell in love with that name the moment she heard that it was Melinda Warren's daughter's name. It's a beautiful name for my beautiful oldest daughter."

Phoebe still grinned. "But you're the only one who calls her that. When and if she ever decides to forgive and forget that you left us when you did, she'll probably love you calling her that. But not now. And all of us are hurting today so all of us are ultra-sensitive." She started giggling. "Prue and I almost came to blows over a casserole," Victor's eyes started to get big and he started to ask, but Phoebe shook her head as she glanced at her watch. "Later. We're opening in a minute. Whoa. Time sure flies. I gotta go find Cole and join Joe at the doors."

He nodded, and after giving her another hug, he headed for the food to be sure that everything was there. Phoebe watched him, then looking around, she spotted Cole waiting for her by the stairs and speed-walked over to him, her spreadsheet firmly in hand. Together, they ascended the stairs and took their place by the front doors.

When they opened the doors at exactly 6:00, there was already a long line of familiar faces, all holding the program. Joe had already walked up and down the line, making sure that they did. Now he joined Phoebe and Cole and Phoebe handed him the spreadsheet before Cole reached for the first person's program. Cole flipped the program over and read the name to Joe, who checked it off before handing the program to Phoebe. She in turn read the memory with a sad smile before setting it on the table sitting next to them, working on dividing them into various categories based on the memory. They continued this routine for a good fifteen minutes, when they could hear the first band beginning to play.

While Phoebe Cole, and Joe started check-in duty, Prue had finished verifying the sound check and positioned herself at the foot of the stairs to greet each person who walked into the club and point out where various things were located. After three minutes to allow the band to finish setting up, she strolled up onto the stage and took the mike. After thanking everyone for coming, she introduced the first band, Dishwalla. Stepping down from the stage, she found herself glad that Leo wasn't there, since she knew that hearing that particular group would not have brought him the fondest of memories:

Start Flashback (Episode 2.04 The Devil's Music)

(Piper walks in the kitchen.)

Piper: (excited) Guess what I did? Guess what I did? All by myself?

Phoebe: What?

Piper: You ready?

Phoebe: What?

Piper: Get this... Dish...walla... my club... playing there... tonight.

Prue: What?

Piper: I networked. Sent out feelers, sent off press releases and wouldn't you know it. Dishwalla decided to put P3 on their schedule! How's about that? P3 has officially been validated as the place to be! We're on the map (hugs her sisters) I couldn't have done it without you, you patient (kisses Prue) most generous (kisses Phoebe) sisters in the whole wide world. (Doorbell rings.) I'll get it. (answers the door.) Leo... this day just keeping getting better. Hi.

Leo: Hi, uh, Piper, we have to talk.

Piper: Yeah...okay, uh... are you free tonight? Better be, 'cause you're my date. We have backstage passes, all access, baby, to see Dishwalla at P3. I made it happen.

Leo: Uh, no, actually, I made it happen.

Piper: What?

(Prue and Phoebe walk in.)

Leo: Yeah, look, I want to tell you sooner, but I didn't have time. I had to move fast. There's a demon involved.

Piper: A demon?

Leo: Yeah, he'll be at your club, tonight.

Piper: But, no, their manager, Jeff Carlton, came to me and-and booked them himself.

Leo: I know. I cast a spell on him

Piper: You what?

Leo: I sort of cribbed it from one of the other witches I look after. I suggested to Carlton that he get Dishwalla into your club

Prue: Why didn't you just come to us?

Piper: Because he knows I would have been pissed off. What are you doing?

Leo: My job.

Piper: Your job? What are we, like, Leo's Witches now? We're supposed to kill a demon during a sold-out concert? Are you nuts?

Phoebe: Piper...

Piper: No, Leo. Anywhere else but not there... not my place.

End Flashback

Dishwalla started their set and people began to filter onto the dance floor. Satisfied that the guests were enjoying themselves, Prue weaved her way over to the bar, stopping to chat with and receive hugs from various people on the way. As she sipped on a bottle of mineral water handed to her by bartender, she noticed Victor beckoning to her from the alcove. Rolling her eyes while capping the bottle, she slowly walked over. Wonder what he wants.

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