Prue Alone

by Doug2

The Charmed Ones battle a demon and only Prue survives. Alone. Three part story.

2. Chapter 2

Return to the Fold

Six months later spring had come. The flowering trees were in bloom
and 415 magazine had taken advantage of the beauty and was doing a
spread on the interracial beauty if the city. Women from cultures
spanning the globe had assembly in the latest summer fashions and
Prue was in her favorite place, in command of the entire affair.

"That's great. Oh, yes. Now smile. Think of something nice. Turn to
the left. Look up. To the right. Great. Tank you. Now Ms. Woo. Over
by the Dogwood tree. Very nice. Fit her shawl. Fine. Now look over my
left shoulder. Good. Right shoulder. Great. A serious expression. No
not dowdy. Fine. Smile again. Look at the bridge. Beautiful. That's
fine.
Now one step this way. Ok. Look down. Wave to your right. Now look at
something far away. Look at my feet. Great. Thank you. Boy." Prue put
her camera down grabbing her
water bottle.

"Ms. Halliwell. This color is just not right. The stands will clash
with the bathing suits and that tie the carnival barker is wearing
will disappear in the sunlight," said a harried set designer.

"No problem. Move up the shorts sets over to the carnival display and
we'll shoot the swimwear in front of the bridge. And the barker can
go tie less. No find him a scarf," explained Prue.

"Genius, just pure genius" she said running off.

"Yea, right. Just common sense," she said to herself. "Now where did
the Brazilian twins get? Paul, Paul,"

"Yes, Prue," said her assistant.

"Where's the Brazilian, couple. I need them next,"

"Uh, I think they're still in make up. I move up on, boss." He said
scampering.

"Prue, not boss. Oh well, at least he's good." Thought Prue as she
went to her camera gear.

"Some set up you have here!" said a familiar voice behind her. Prue
swung around and saw Darryl standing there with a big grin. "Hello,
Prue."

Prue's face lit up and she hugged him hard. "Oh Darryl. It's good to
see an old friend."

"You haven't been in circulation much among them lately," said Darryl
looking over the thin Prue.

"I know. I'm sorry. Just been working too much lately.

"Trying to work or just forget?" asked Daryl.

Prue shot him a quick startled glance. "No, just building a new life.
Or more continuing the one I started out with before Phoebe came back
from New York. That seems safely in the past. I hope."

"Well, then you're not going to want to hear about this. I need a
little help of your kind. Prue," said Darryl shaking his head.

Well, then you're not going to want to hear about this. I need a
little help of your kind. Prue," said Darryl shaking his head.

Prue took a moment. "What he hell, but not here. Compared to my
sudden disappearances from Buckland's here I'm considered pretty
normal. Tonight after ten. Meet me at the Manor. I'm not going to
finish here much before then. OK. Darryl?" smiled Prue a little
nervously.

"Fine. I'll be there. And take care of yourself, Prue. I really worry
about you," he said calling back to her.

"Sure. See you then. Bye. PAUL, where are those twins?" Prue called
out turning away from Darryl.

Darryl shook his head and then walked back to his car.

Later that night Prue sat down a kitchen table with Darryl. He was
dressed down after having gone home and eaten. Everything looked
pretty good around the Manor. Little had changed though the Manor had
a little more of Prue's touch now.

"..and after only talking to a few people, in walks Piper's first
assistant, Amanda Landers.
She was looking for a job and I brought her back that weekend. Now
the place is really hopping and I gave her a 25 stake in P3. She
really took off after that," said Prue excitedly. She hadn't had
company or even a date in three months.

"Planning on expanding? Piper was looking into a restaurant addition"
Darryl reminded Prue.

"I don't know. Not unless the right person comes along. I don't
really have the time to break in someone new. And I hate to pull
Amanda from the great job she's doing. If we do anything, it might be
open another club. Someday," said Prue sipping her
coffee again.

"And how's that photo bit?" asked Darryl.

"Fine. The mag is keeping me busy, but I'm taking on some spec jobs
too. I may have to get an office in town. The little room is the
basement is just too small and I'm not turning this place into a
photo studio. This is my home," said Prue raising her voice a
bit.

"Good touch. I know about you busy-ness. I've tried getting you on
the answering machine and hadn't heard from you," complained Darryl

"Damn, have I not checked that again? I'll give you my beeper number.
Without many contacts with friends, that old thing has been gathering
dust" smiled Prue.

"So how are you really holding up, Prue? You look like hell if you
don't mind me saying so," said Darryl.

"Trying to sweet talk me? No, being busy keeps my mind off of it. I'm
not going to fold up and die because of it. Though I haven't had any
witchy problems in weeks. I'm even doing my own fetching now. I
haven't levitated anything in a long time. You know it gives you a
great a sense of accomplishment doing everything the mortal way. I
did it for 27 years. Not that I don't miss and still love my sisters,
I'm just not going to turn this house into a mausoleum and my life
into one long memorial service. Now what brings you back to the
magical halls of Halliwell Manor?" asked Prue interested in a new
challenge.

"A mystery," said Darryl flatly.

Prue smiled. "That was always our specialty. Can you elaborate?"

"For about three weeks we've had some break-ins accompanied by
murders. There's been no apparent robbery and all the women were
living alone. Nothing too unusual though they did seem to own a wide
collection of candles," explained Darryl. He
spoke in a monotone as if he had rehearsed the facts or gone over
them in his head again and again.

"And what made you thing of us? The women could have been aroma or
incense practitioners or survivalists. Just because they're living
alone doesn't make them witches, um... though I seem to fit that
category. There must be something they had in common," Prue said
quietly.

"Yes, Prue. We always found one of these at the scene of the crime."
Darryl reached in his pocket and pull out a token with a six sided
figure made of trapezoids not unlike the figure on their own book. It
appeared to be made of gold and the symbol had been engraved on it a
very long time ago.

"It's lovely. Some kind of token or calling card I would suspect. Or
maybe some kind of magical significance. Off hand it doesn't remind
me of anything. Let's check this thing out. Come on," said Prue
patting his hand

"You want me to come up there?" asked Darryl a little nervously. He
had never been in their coven place.

Prue wrinkled her nose. "Come on, I won't bite and I won't turn you
into a toad. Besides I really would like the company since I haven't
done this since before the funeral. OK?" asked Prue smiling
peacefully.

"All right. Let's go do some magic," exclaimed Darryl who couldn't
believe what he was saying.

Prue shook her head. "Not really. Just research. I'll check out my
black hat later."

Up in the attic Prue opened the door for the first time in months.
The attic smelled mustier than usual. Snapping on the light Darryl
looked disappointed.

"Where's your altar and cauldron?" asked Darryl.

"I'm pretty modern here. We still need the herbs and hocus–pocus
words, but I don't think Grams ever owned an ugly big black pot"'
said Prue as she went over to the trunk. She opened up the lid and
thought she saw the book glowing a bit. "Lonely in there? Get used to
it. This is an emergency!"

"Your book talks to you?" asked Darryl getting more confused by the
minute.

Prue smiled to herself. Amateurs. "No, Darryl. Just scaring away a
few of my own demons. You see I'm really a reformed witch, but as a
favor to an old friend let's see what the book saws." Prue propped
the book up on the ancient bookstand.
"Tokens, tokens, tokens," she hummed to herself. "Hmmm. I'm a little
rusty at this. Phoebe was the expert. Huumm. Here you are. The
Medallion of Lyonheart. It's really a transport device that
materializes before the warlock appears and then remains after he
leaves. It belongs to the Delton Ghouls. How appropriate. They are a
coven of warlocks that use the powers of good to their own advantage.
Interesting. Umm. It says that they present themselves as good
witches and then scheme to get what they want. That's it?" said Prue
closing the Book of Shadows. She furled her brow in heavy thought.

"What's wrong Prue? Doesn't that help?" asked Darryl wondering what
was bothering his friend.

"No, that's only half the answer. It gives us a name and a modus
operandi but not what they are really after. What they want must be
extremely important if they risk killing for it. How many murders
have there been?" asked Prue looking for other clues.

"Six, but there may have been those we never heard about if the
murderers covered their tracks," said Darryl drumming his fingers on
the bookstand.

"Maybe, but probably not. I never knew of demons or warlocks that
were particularly neat with their crimes. Give me a list of their
names. There's another source I've used before and I'll do some
checking tomorrow, Darryl. There has got to be more to this puzzle,"
said Prue.

"I just happen to have it here. Let me know the first thing, Prue.
And you be careful out there, you hear?" said Darryl. "I'm worried
about you out there alone."

"No problem. Alone is now my specialty!" said Prue taking his hand
and smiling.

Faking a sick day, Prue was up early heading to the west side of
town. Her blood was racing as it hadn't since they're last demonic
encounter. As much as she had sworn off the whole witchcraft world,
she still remembered the rush that she and her sisters got going
after supernatural thingies and impossible odds. These rushes of
adrenalin had gotten quite addictive.

Reaching an obscure Wicca shop along a formerly trendy street Prue
walked in as an off-key bell announced her arrival. A middle-aged
woman who held her looks and figure well with blonde hair and blue
eyes lit up when she saw her.

"Prue! Blessed be. What a pleasure. It's been much too long," she
called out with sincere appreciation.

"Sabrina. It is so good to see you. How is everything with you?" said
Prue smiling broadly and offering her hand. Of all the true
practicing good witches they had met, she was they only one who
hadn't crossed their paths due to demons or trouble. She
ran the Wicca Envy Shop and had often offered keen insight and advice
to them in their novice witch days.

"Nothing ever changes here. Business is good especially with the
millennium grabbing everyone's attention. I'm so sorry about your
sisters. They were such kind and caring souls. And as witches. Lord
o'mercy. They lived up to every expectation of the
fabled Charmed Ones," she said sorrowfully. Seldom had her shop had
such a distinguished customer as them.

"Thank you Sabrina. It was a rough time, but I have some other
strange business here
today," said Prue solemnly.

"Relate your tale, my dear," said Sabrina.

"I'm searching for a link between these six witches who were recently
killed by the Detnal Ghouls. Can you help me out? Our book could not
pin down the exact reason
for the murders," explained Prue handing her the list.

"Let me see, dearie. Hmm. A couple of the names sound familiar. Let
me check my grandmother's notes. This shop has been in my family
since the first war," she said proudly.

Sabrina went through some lace curtains into he back. "I've got it,"
she called out. Bringing out what looked like an old diary she placed
the volume before Prue. We Farrell's have kept a good handle on the
witch community here for a number of years.
It's good business. Now Margaret Winslow was the great grandmother of
this Miss Franker. And this Miss Russell was the great granddaughter
of Roberta Roseman. Constance Berger was he great grandmother of this
Miss Wilson. And the same
goes for Mrs. Wendell Summerset and Miss Eva Silverstein. And Miss
Josephine Gale and Mrs. Laura Nicholson. They were all members of the
same coven here in San Francisco in late nineteenth century. Each of
these good witches held a piece of the
Giza Obelisk. My grandmother is very clear about that. And our
genealogical tables trace them to these six witches, Prue," she said
tapping her book to make a point.

Prue looked intrigued. "And what is that? It sounds interesting."
Prue never lost her antique gene.

"Oh, it's nothing you want them to get a hold of. A hundred plus
years ago a ship came to San Francisco. One of the sailors had an
Egyptian artifact stolen from the tomb of some Pharaoh. It was held
in the temple of the God Ra and protected there from all forms of
evil. This human did not know what he had," Sabrina said mysteriously.

"And it was???" asked Prue anxiously.

"A key to a door way. A doorway that could unleash all the evil from
the bowels of Hell onto this world. Some demon tried to steal it, but
the human out foxed him. He hid it on his passage to San Francisco
with the intent of selling it. He sold it to a coven
of witches who broke it up into seven pieces and passed down though
the witches' families. If what you say is true they have six of the
seven pieces," warned Sabrina.

"Why didn't they just destroy it?" asked Prue.

"They tried, but it was formed by powerful magic and their attempts
only broke it into the seven pieces. So instead of risking it being
found, they separated them and guarded it well for at these the last
120 years. Their descendents must have given their lives for it. My
they all find peace," she said bowing her head.

"Hmm. I'm surprised that haven't tried getting the obelisk before
this. OK, then who is the seventh witch?" asked Prue taking out a
paper and pencil.

Sabrina replied "Desire Witcomb. She lives in New York City and I
take it that she is alive because no harm has befallen the world.
Yet. Do you think you're up to it, Prue Halliwell?"

"I guess I have to be. SO if I can destroy this final piece..."
continued Prue.

"The key will be useless to the coven of Ghouls. But be warned.
Others may be helping them for all of evil will benefit from the
success of their mission," Sabrina said mysteriously.

"Whoa. Nothing like jumping back in the pool full of ice water. Thank
you Sabrina. You have been very helpful and it looks like I'm off
onto a plane. Maybe Clay can give me a place to stay?" Prue mumble to
herself.

"Farewell. My dear. Success and happiness," she said as Prue left
with very determined look on her face.

The ground came rushing up to Prue as she looked through the plane
window landing at Newark International Airport. From her vantage
point she outraced the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike as the towers
of lower Manhattan loomed in the background. First the back wheels
hit the ground jostling the plane followed by the front wheel that
gently rocked the passengers and the plane taxied to the terminal.
Prue held on tight as she wished this day were over. All her fears of
the last six months came rushing at her at once. The loss of her
sisters, re-entering the magical world of demon fighting, going up
against an unknown adversary without the aid of the three Charmed
Ones, the apparent fate of the whole world in the balance and her own
faith in her ability to deal with everything. Her greatest fear was
the loss of faith in herself. Up until this very moment she had kept
so busy as to not to deal with her losses, but now she had to. And
the very worst part for her was she was going forward completely out
of control. Having no control over the situation was her worst fear.

"Miss, Miss," came a voice that startled Prue enough to make her
jump. "Miss, you can deplane now. Welcome to New Jersey!"

"Oh, yes. Thank you. I was just lost in thought. Thank you,
stewardess," said Prue not actually smiling. She picked up her
overnight bag and her camera bag.

"Big appointment? Business or pleasures?" asked the stewardess trying
to calm Prue.

"Definitely business. Excuse me," Prue said running off the plane.
Entering the main terminal she saw the car rental signs pointing to
the monorail. Climbing the steps she nervously waited for the
monorail and took an empty car all by herself. Curling up in the
corner clutching her travel bag; Prue felt a little extra comfort.

Turning onto the New Jersey Turnpike Prue drove her Ford Taurus
toward the Staten Island exit. She found that Desire Witcomb lived on
Staten Island with her husband and two children. It was strange being
back on the East coast. She had made one brief visit to New York City
when she was eighteen, a graduation gift from Grams. She so much
wanted to go to school in the East, but Grams had talked her out of
it. At the time Prue thought that she was just being overprotective,
but now she realized that Grams wanted to keep the Charmed Ones
together at all costs.

The witch Witcomb lived in a modest two-story bi-level on a typical
1960's subdivision street. Children played all around as Prue parked
on the street and went up to the door.

"Here goes nothing," sighed Prue as she rang the doorbell.

A little six-year old girl answered the door.

"Hi! My, you're pretty. Can I speak with your mommy?" Prue asked very
cheerfully. She looked a little like Piper did at that age.

"OK," she said quietly and ran off.

Two minutes later a 35-year-old woman in slacks and a sweatshirt came
to the door.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked smiling.

"This may sound strange, but may I come in talk to you. I'm think
you're in danger and I am here you help you," said Prue. "Can I
come..." The woman put on a mask of fright and slammed the door in
Prue's face.

Prue knocked again pleading with her to open the door. She could hear
scurrying around while children's names were being called. "Please
open up. This is very important!"

After another minute the garage door opened and the family van came
racing out of the garage. Though at first startled Prue thought that
she had to do something drastic. Concentrating on the car both of the
tires on her side of the car, they blew out
simultaneously. The car quickly dragged to a stop. The woman's scared
eyes went ballistic as Prue approached the car. All of the car doors
locked and the woman appeared to be praying or chanting. Suspicious
Prue looked around as several garden tools came flying out of the
garage toward Prue.
Suspicious Prue looked around as several garden tools came flying out
of the garage toward Prue. She held up her hand to deflect them, but
they immediately burst into flame.

"What in the hell was that?" she said out loud. The woman began to
chant again as Prue concentrated and made the door fly open. The
woman backed away from her protecting her children.

"Mrs. Witcomb. I came a very long way to help you. You could at least
hear me out!" said Prue quietly and patiently.

"That's what I expect you warlocks to say. Then you want to destroy
my family and me. Go away. Umm la fa ma, no stogata.." she began to
chant.

"Look I am one of the good guys. I know the modus operandi of the
Ghouls of Detnal.
I know what they've been trying to collect. I'm here to stop them.
There's more at stake here than just your lives. The whole world
depends upon it," warned Prue patiently.

As a garden house raced up to strangle Prue, she concentrated on it
and it melted to nothing. "I have got to check on my powers," she
thought. Not using them did not allow her to keep up with their
development.

:"My name is Prue Halliwell and I'm a good witch form San Francisco,"
explained Prue reaching out her hand.

"Ha, I caught you in a lie. The Charmed Ones are all dead. My mother
wrote me about that!" said Desire still protecting her kids that were
near frantic by now.

"You've been misinformed. Actually my..um two sisters were killed.
I'm solving this mystery on my own. If we could go inside, maybe we
can help each other out. Please?' asked Prue smiling. It was
difficult dealing with a nervous anxious mother.

"If you aren't one of them how did you find me?" she hissed.

"I connected Sabrina Gatherers, a Wicca apothecary we've dealt with
over the years,"
She knew where to find you,"

"You know Aunt Sabrina?" she said letting part of he guard down.

"Bingo," thought Prue.

Prue coached Mrs. Witcomb from the car though she did send her kids
to a neighbor's house. These were things she didn't want her children
to hear about. Though they knew about their heritage she hadn't
described the true dangers that can come being from a line of witches.

"My mother gave me the artifact to guard just a couple of years ago.
It had been passed down from mother to daughter. Um.. I had heard of
the loss of the other witches through by aunt and my mother. You can
imagined how terrified I was knowing that I
was the sole surviving holder of the secret," said Desire quietly.

"Did you know what would happen if all the pieces were reassembled?"
asked Prue.

"Yes, I do know of the legend. I never took much stock in it until
recently after the murders. I just don't want anything to happen to
my children. They're my most precious things," admitted Desire.

"Well. We'll make sure that nothing does happen," smiled Prue. "Can I
see the remnant of the obelisk?" asked Prue.

"No. I'm not still fully convinced that you are the real Charmed One.
If I should that would be violating a family oath that goes back four
generations. It would mean Armageddon. Or worse. And with my kids.
I'm their sole protector and with all those evil
things out there I feel like I'm the only one who can do it
successfully. I just don't want to fail at that. Can you understand
that, Prue?" asked Desire.

"Boy, do I ever," smiled Prue. "Not only did I feel the same way
about my sisters, but you know when they died I really felt like I
let them down. We always said we'd be there for each other, but when
that last battle came I FAILED THEM. OH GOD!"
cried Prue in Desire's arms. "They needed me and I just messed the
whole thing up. I'm here alive and their lying in some cold grave.
Alone. All gone!" she balled.

"That's not entirely correct," said a familiar voice. Prue stopped to
listen.

"Get off your sorry butt there, sister," said another. Now Prue sat
up tears streaming down her face, but now fully paying attention.

"Piper!" she called out.

"Present!" Piper said cutely.

"Hi, Prue," said Phoebe waving to Prue. Both of their imagines glowed
there in Desire's living room.

"Good heavens, ghosts!" she exclaimed looking shock.

"Not an uncommon occasion in my life. Piper, Phoebe. What brought you
back?" asked Prue now fixing herself up.

"Oh, just trying to help you out. You looked like you could use a pep
talk. Kind of backwards the way things used to be," said Phoebe.

"We never been far, but you didn't need much help with your job. Then
you seemed to get back in the saddle, but it looked like you fell off
the horse there," said Piper looking cute.

"So you three are the Charmed Ones?' asked Desire quietly.

"'Were' is the operative word," said Phoebe. "We lost the last big
one."

"And Prue that was not your fault. Stop taking the world on your
shoulders. That was one of your most lovable faults. You still have a
life to live. Ours is over," lamented Piper.

"I just can't help feeling that I failed you somehow," said Prue
walking over to her sister's apparitions.

"Prue, we were ambushed. Someone had us rescuing that Indian witch
and they overwhelmed us. If anyone should have seen it, it should
have been the little sister with the hint of the future. We lost,
Prue. Don't grieve over us. Dead is not so bad once you
get used to it," Phoebe reassured Prue.

"And we'll always be near you. Phoebes and I kind of took over for Mom
and Grams. SO if you see the pages of the Book of Shadows flipping,
think of us," said Piper.

"I put it away. I don't plan on using it again," said Prue. "My days
of being a witch are over."

"We have a little problem with that, Prue. That's one book you can't
return to the library. If you aren't careful we'll be seeing you
sooner than you think," said Phoebe.

"Yep. You can't run away from your destiny. That's one thing we can
see from here. We'll help you when we can, but we're ghosts not
fortunetellers. And be careful of these Ghouls. They are very tricky.
Very tricky. And there are a lot of them. So watch your back, big
sister. Gotta go," said Piper waving.

"Yea, we stayed as long as we can. Good luck, Prue. I still love
you," said Phoebe as they both vanished.

"Guys, wait! Oh bosh. I LOVE YOU TWO, TOO! I can't believe it. I have
ghosts for sisters. Incredible," said Prue sitting down hard on the
couch.

"And loving ones too," said Desire.

"Yea. Well, now do you believe me?" asked Prue looking totally raw by
now.

"Yes, Miss Halliwell. We can go get the artifact. I feel much safer
now," replied Desire

"And call me Prue. Please," requested the surviving Halliwell.

In the local bank vault Prue and Desire pulled out a safety deposit
box that had not been used for some time. Inside Prue found a small
box tied shut decades ago.

"Ohm, I love mysteries. May I?" asked Prue excited.

"Go ahead," said Desire not interested in the curse on her family.

Grinning from ear to ear, Prue cut the ancient brown string and
lifted the box top. Inside was a small velvet pouch discolored from
age. Opening the pouch she found a broken piece of a stone figure.

"Definitely old though broken recently. Chiseled letters, maybe
Egyptian hieroglyphics. I can't make out the figures, but it has
something to do with magic. Fascinating. If his wasn't so deadly. It
might be worth something," said Prue.

"One little rock that can cause all of this trouble? Let's go take
care of it, Prue. The sooner the better," said Desiree.

"Agreed. Prue and Desire walked from the vault and handed the safety
deposit box back to the back employee.

"Thank you," said Desire.

"You're welcome," the woman said as she turned into a white-faced
warlock with horns.

"Oh, God! This is not good," said Prue as she sent her flying
backwards.

As they ran from the bank Desiree mumbled an incantation and the
whole bank froze.

"Neat trick," said Prue as she ran through the parking lot and into
the car. Putting the car in gear, two more warlocks appeared behind
them. Prue backed the car into them knocking them down and she headed
down the main street.

"We have to get out in the open," said Desire "or it might get messy."

"Agreed" said Prue as he gunned her car staring out the rear view
mirror.

"Head for the Goethals Bridge. We'll be safe in Jersey!" suggested
Desire.

Across the bridge they drove onto the New Jersey Turnpike heading
north. Coming to Interstate 80 they headed west.

"How far do we have to drive to get out of this urban sprawl?" asked
Prue. There were still plenty of nearby hills one could get lost in
around the San Francisco area.

"Almost to Pennsylvania I dare say. Unless you want to drive clear up
into New York State," explained Desire.

"Let's stick to the highway. I just hope those demons aren't
following us in cars," worried Prue. Twin lights of a state police
car ran up behind them. "LIKE That ONE!"
As Prue served to the right hand lane. The police care sped passed
them with its siren wailing.

"That was close!" said Desiree.

Prue shook her head. "Maybe too close. They could have something
waiting for us up ahead. I think they know our every move and can
wait till we're most vulnerable. We best keep up our guard."

"Agreed," said Desiree.

"So tell me, what's the basis of your magic? I only see you chanting
something. Do you have any special powers?" asked Prue.

"No. My ancestors were Celts. And we handed the secrets of ancient
Celtic magic through scores of generations. I cast spells, as I need
them. Nothing too elaborate, but if you need something frozen or
levitated or the like, I can do it," said Desire still
anxiously looking out the back window.

"Any good at foretelling the future?" wondered Prue.

"No. Second sight is not among my talents," said Desiree sadly.

"Hadn't you ever tried to destroy the stone before this? " asked Prue.

"Like I said earlier, I really didn't believe in all that legend.
None of the pieces have been touched the whole of the twentieth
century. The demons had never tried to go after it. Now I'm afraid we
witches have waited too long," lamented Desire.

"Then it's up to us. I know we can do it. It's not the first time we
went up against the powers of Armageddon," said Prue defiantly as she
sped down the highway through northern New Jersey.

Driving stiffly ready for most anything, nothing was in front of her
until a string on white faces warlocks appeared across the road. Prue
gasped and swerved onto an exit ramp.

"You should have run them down!" said Desiree. "They probably wanted
us to go this way.

"I know. But at least were heading away from them," replied Prue.

But Prue certainty was short lived. The demons purposely droved them
off the next exit, through the small town of Sparta and down a two-
lane road.

"Do you have any idea where we are?" Prue asked Desire.

"No. At least there are plenty of people around here," Desire
observed.

But again her confidence was shattered. The houses disappeared and
woods on one side and a swampy area on the other surrounded her. Prue
slammed on the breaks as a line of demons formed of in front of her.
After stopping, they were surrounded. Prue grabbed Desire's hand and
they headed for the swampy marshy areas. Throwing her hand toward the
two demons in front of them they fell back, but the other demons only
seemed to smile.

"Quick, over here," shouted Desiree pointing to the far woods.

"No, it can be faster heading down the creek," cried Prue running as
fast as they could through the heavy grasses.

Just as they got out of sight of the car, one warlock appeared in
from of them. Turning around another one appeared behind them. Then
two more and two more and finally a total of eight.

"Give us what we want, witch!" cried a very demonic baritone voice
reaching out toward Prue.

"Only on a cold day in hell," shouted Prue.

"We'll never let you have it. Not like the others," cried Desiree.

"They were of no consequence just as you are not," he creaked and
threw a lightning bolt at Prue who deflected it.

"It's either the world or us Desire," whispered Prue.

Desire replied weeping, "I know that now, we'll just have to…"

"Quick, give me the piece of the Obelisk, I think I can do what your
great-grandmothers, coven couldn't," said Prue.

"Witch give it up or DIE!" shouted the same demonic figure.

Desiree pulled it from her coat and dumped it on the ground. Two more
fireballs were hurled the two witches which Prue took
care of.

"I haven't had much practice lately, but I think I can give this
thing a greater jolt than I used to," explained Prue. She
concentrated intensely and the stone glowed for a moment. It became
redder and redder and then exploded.

"No!' shouted the warlock. "This is not happening. You infidels. We
can take out you. You're no match for us just like your sisters
weren't. "

Prue's face when flush purple. "It was you?" she shouted with all the
hatred at her command. "Down," she said to Desiree.

"What's that?" she asked.

"GET DOWN!" yelled Prue.

All the warlocks started throwing fireballs at Prue. Eight different
warlocks from eight different directions. Left and right she
deflected then using her hands and using her eyes. They flew back
toward the warlocks. Two of them burst into flames themselves. Then
Prue stopped for a moment heaving in anger breathing heavily. Her
hands started to glow and she spun a round faster and faster sending
out dozens of the same fire bolts. Whole patches of the marsh caught
fire as do each of the warlocks. They let out an unearthly scream and
vanish in a ball of flame. In just under a minute this one witch Prue
had
destroyed them all. Only the smell of scorched marsh grass remained.

Desiree stood up. "Remind me not to get mad at you!"

"I always seem to surprise myself when I get really angry. Not a bad
thing when you're in a spot like that. You all right, Desiree?" asked
Prue.

"I don't think I'll be bothered again. And the other pieces are
useless without that one which is gone for good. Thanks Prue," she
said hugging her.

"My pleasure," she said helping her back to the car.

"Care for a good meal?" Desiree said smiling.

"Absolutely," replied Prue starting the car and heading back to her
home.

New Friends

Everything was quiet in the conservatory as it had been for the last
seven months in most of the house. Streetlights could be seen through
the windows as Prue sat on the couch with a large bound book on her
lap. Prue sipped a cup of coffee as she gently flipped the pages. Her
face was very peaceful as she looked at old pictures of her family.
Piper, Phoebe, Mom, Dad and Grams. She smiled just a little
remembering a Christmas from long ago. It was the last time her Mom.
Grams, Piper and Phoebe were together. The pictures showed them all
opening presents on Christmas morning. Now they're all gone.

"Oh my dear, family. Life takes the cruelest turns. I'll never forget
you, but I have to move on," thought Prue. She ran her hand over a
picture of all five of them, let a tear run down her cheek and then
closed the book. Pushing back her hair, she picked up her cup and
sipped it again. Looking up she saw shimmering globes forming in
front of her indicating the arrival of a white lighter.

"Hello, Prue," said Jenny with just a hint of a smile. She honestly
looked like she wanted to see Prue for the first time.

"Hello yourself. Trouble in magic land?" asked Prue half kidding and
half serious. She took another sip and put her coffee down.

Jenny shook her head. "No, just worried about you. I haven't seen
much of you lately."

"I'm fine. I think. Yes, I'm definitely fine for the first time in a
long time. I comfortable with myself and I finally am ready to bury
the past. I love my sisters dearly, but I have top move on. I realize
I might have done more to save us, but I've come to realize that it
wasn't my fault. We were ambushed," admitted Prue.

"You lost two sisters and Leo who was also a good friend of mine.
That's why I wanted to be your guide," said Jenny.

"Leo was the best. And Piper and Phoebe were very loving wonderful
sisters. I will always treasure them. I may regret having been
spared, but I AM HERE and I have a JOB TO DO. Thwarting evil runs in
my family and I will have to keep it up. And
pass it on, if I ever have anyone to pass it onto. And Jenny. Thank
you. I know I can work with you. We just have to get to know each
other better. How about some coffee?" asked Prue smiling and standing
up.

"I really didn't plan to.." said Jenny hesitantly.

"Please," said Prue pointing to the kitchen,

"I'd like that. Tell me more about Piper and Phoebe," she said.

"Have I got tales for you!" she said smiling broadly as they headed
for the kitchen.

Down Texas Way

Prue returned to her work. Photographer by day and social bunny by
night with an occasional detour into the demon hunting market. In the
absence of her three sisters, Prue powers grew accordingly though
warlocks and demons did not venture near her very often. The total
magical punch of the three Charmed Ones attracted demons, while one
lone hit-witch merely helped those in need without being a ripe
target herself. Jenny was an infrequent, but welcome visitor acting
as Prue's eyes and conscience just as Phoebe had in the past. And her
life moved on with her two sisters still watching over her.

Christmas time. Prue was busy running around the kitchen fixing
dinner for her current steady Mark Grayson. After two months Prue was
finally going to subject him to her cooking. Both being very busy,
they had always eaten out, but Prue was going to
try-out her rusty culinary skills. Chicken Kiev was always one of
Prue's specialties, one of about three dishes. The Manor had not
looked so clean or festive since the three sisters had roamed around
the Halliwell Halls. A Christmas tree decked out the parlor and the
other public rooms were bright and cheery. Prue laid out the good
china, set up the candles and the silverware and heard the beeper
call her. Dinner was ready. Prue ran
back into the kitchen, put on her oven mitts and pulled her dinner
from the oven.

"Ummmmm!" she said smelling the finished product. She quickly turned
around slamming the baking dish into the kitchen table.

"NOOO!" she screamed as the chicken breasts flew across the room and
then stayed immobile in mid-air.

"What the hell?" Prue exclaimed. "I froze them?" Prue stood shocked
only momentarily. She plucked the chicken breasts from midair and put
them on the counter as the dish resumed its course landing on the
floor. Prue picked up a rag happily cleaning up the mess for her
dinner had been saved.

Ringing out the rag she thought to herself. "Another new power? Life
never seems to be dull around her. I can move objects now without
seeing them, throw fireballs, blink form one place to another,
materialize metal objects, project myself and my original
telekinesis. What next? Turning into a pumpkin?" Smiling to herself
Prue fixed up the rest of her dinner and puttered around the kitchen
waiting for Mark.

Hearing the front doorbell, Prue skipped from the kitchen to the
front door. On the other side waiting nervously was Mark.

"Beautiful flowers for my most beautiful of ladies," said Mark
handing Prue a cone of flowers.

"Gladiolas. You remembered. Thank you, Mark. That was awful sweet of
you," gushed Prue. She reached up and kissed the six four former
linebacker. Mark had green eyes and sandy brown hair and a reddish
moustache.

Mark shrugged. "It was the least I could do for a free meal." He
smiled.

"Don't expect too much. I didn't get the cooking gene in the family,"
said Prue happily as they went into the kitchen to put away the
flowers.

"You sure look great tonight, Prue. But then you always look just
perfect, darling," said Mark softly leaning up again the wall just
watching Prue walk around the kitchen.

"Ha, you've only seen me at my best. Dinner is almost ready. There's
some wine on the counter over there if you would open it for us,"
said Prue pointing to the far counter.

"'48? I'm impressed!" Mark said admiring the wine.

Prue reached into the cupboard getting out Grams' antique wine
glasses. "My grandmother left us a few bottles. They have been in the
family for years. I only open them on special occasions."

"Oh?" asked Mark pulling out the cork.

"Or with someone very special," said Prue quietly as she poured the
wine.

"You are something pretty special yourself Prue Halliwell. To a very
special lady," Mark said raising his glass.

"No, to the two of us," said Prue softly. She sipped here wine and
then embraced Mark kissing him very passionately.

"And I could have killed Piper. Here we were in the middle of a
terrible rainstorm and she announces that Phoebe was moving back in
with us. I turned around and theirs my youngest sister standing there
soaking wet holding the house key. At the time
Phoebe and I had some issues to work out so it wasn't a typical
family reunion. And then the lights go out! What a night that was!"
laughed Prue.

"It sounds like a memorable evening," replied Mark.

"None of us will ever forget that night," said Prue looking sipping
her wine and looking though the glass.

"You must have had a lot of good times with your sisters," remarked
Mark.

Reflecting Prue said, "Good and bad times, but mostly we watched
after each other through the bad times and laughed our way through
the good times. I miss them,"
she said quietly looking down.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought up bad memories especially
tonight," said Mark taking her hand.

Prue felt a rush through her arm at his touch. She blushed and looked
up at him slightly shocked for behind her the white orbs of Jenny
appeared. Her face mouthed "Oops," and pointed to Mark and then
smiled finally looking urgent. Prue raised her hand straining with
all her might and froze Mark.

"Jenny, please. Not tonight. Things are pretty serious between us
right now," said Prue

"Temporal stasis? Impressive. Prue you are a marvel. I only know of
some warlocks that have the power at your command," said Jenny
looking curiously at the frozen beau. "And very handsome to. A little
Robert Mitchell and a little Henry Fonda."

"Please Jenny, Can't this wait till morning? Late in the morning?"
Prue said defiantly.

"Trouble is brewing Prue. We need your type of help. Does he know?"
asked Jenny pointing to Mark.

Prue shook her head. "And that scares me more than any demon right
now. So Jenny, dear friend. Orb out and I'll see you tomorrow. I
promise," said Prue raising her hand.
Now please go. I don't know how long my freezes hold yet."

"Fine, till tomorrow then," said Jenny smiling as she
disappeared. "Good luck!" came her voice from nowhere.

Prue looked down, waved her hand and Mark continued, "I'm having a
wonderful time. Weren't you looking up a moment again?" asked Mark
perplexed.

"Ah, I'm a little rusty at that," Prue said very quietly to herself.
Time had eroded her reactions to time stasis. "Ah, no. Let's see. Oh
yea. I do miss them, but I'm pretty much over that. Now tell me more
about your family, Mark. Please," said Prue looking
deep into his eyes.

"Well, my family is originally from Missouri, but we moved out here
when my Dad was working for General Dynamics back in 1969. We were a
close family…"

Prue just held his hand tightly listening like she could do this
forever.

The old grandfather's clock in the hallway struck twelve as Prue and
Mark snuggled in each other's arms at the front door. Again the orbs
appeared behind them as Jenny appeared. Prue's eyes opened wide and
she pointed with them toward the parlor. Jenny smiled and disappeared
into it.

"Well, I guess I better get going, Pruie," said Mark.

"Yea, too bad though, I had a wonderful time. I'll see you Christmas
eve right?" she asked coyly.

"Pick me up at my office. I have a little something for you," said
Mark.

Prue resisted the urge to ask about it. "I'm sure it's just perfect,
so long, Sweetheart. Till the.."

"Bye, Pruie. I'll call later," he said kissing her again and then
leaving.

Prue smiled waved and closed the door leaning on it dreamily.

"Good date, I would surmise," said Jenny coming from around the
corner.

"Ummm. But that doesn't feel like dating anymore. We have something
more. Time will till. Whatever it is, I like it. So what's new in the
white lighter world? Nothing good I would surmise," smiled Prue.

"Definitely. The Elders desperately need your help. An arch demon,
the highest most powerful type has started a venture to destroy all
the white lighters. He'll be very hard to get, but we need your help
to do that," said Jenny.

"Another dangerous mission'?" This getting to be your standard song.
Every time something big is up, you call on good old Prue. What ever
happen to simple little innocents showing up on our doorstep? Things
were a lot easier back then!" said Prue
thinking back.

"Well, Prue. If you want the truth," said Jenny hesitantly.

Prue looked deep at her. "Yes, please!"

"Well, helping the innocent was rather easy though a definite duty of
witches in general. You and your sisters got a lot of those duties
because there we're three of you and they felt that you could handle
it. I mean tortured soles, and lost ghosts and witches in peril are
simple compared to going up again the Triad and those upper demons,"
explained Jenny
looking more like a college professor giving a seminar.

"Again. Go on," said Prue.

"Well, Prue. You possess a great deal of talents and have expressed a
lack of interest lately, so you've been save the few real heavy jobs
we have to do," said Jenny proceeding with her lecture.

"Great. I'm your number one hit witch now? I'm the Jane Fonda of the
demon busters?" asked Prue.

"Yes indeed, but don't worry Prue, I'll be there with you. We'll have
you prepared. He may be big, but he's not unbeatable," said Jenny.

"Fine. Let's get this over with. I want to get back to my life!" said
an annoyed Prue.

"Easy, sweetie. We need to go to Dallas. This major bad guy is
working out of Texas," said Jenny.

"You think? And Dallas? I can't be away for too long and..

Jenny shook her head. We're only an orb away. No need for airline
tickets. Jenny Airways is open for business. Now to the facts. An
upper demon named Fratus has been turning the minds of every good
witch in Dallas. In fact every good witch in a
hundred miles has been joining his legion," explained Jenny.

"Legion? Sounds pretty early Roman to me," laughed Prue.

"You got it. This demon is using all their magic to move on the old
San Angelo mission. One of the religious artifacts is a device of
great power. Among other things its can be used to control not only
the minds of witches, but those of mortals, too. We are not sure of
his intent, but he could reap a lot of havoc with it," warned Jenny.

"So I what, save the thingy or battle him? What the best approach,
Jenny?" asked Prue unsure of her course.

"Deal with him directly. He does have his weak point. South African
native pottery,"
explained Jenny.

"You're kidding. A demon with fetish for mortal art? They're usually
beyond that.
I mean the mortal world is what they want to conquer not collect,"
said an astonished Prue putting her hands on her sides. Every demon
Prue had met has been completely bent on evil.

"Strange, but true, Prue. And you have an appointment with him
tomorrow morning to show him this," said Jenny as a pot appeared in
front of her.

"How lovely. Definitely a very old native African artifact. Two or
three hundred years old I'd say. Not my specialty at Buckland's,"
admitted Prue shaking her head. "Hand thrown, earthen colors,
probably of some ceremonial usage."

"You'll know everything you need to by tomorrow. And then after
you're in, you'll have destroy this little gem." A bronze car with
green emerald eyes appeared before them.

"Now that I can at least categorize. Egyptian. Fifth dynasty.
Beautiful condition," said Prue admiring it. "An after world guardian
from the markings on it. Ebony wood encrusted with emerald and some
other precious stones."

"He channels his power through this cat. It was originally used to
control the minds of the slaves that built the pyramids. The last few
centuries various demons have used it to do the source's bidding. The
destruction of this device will be a great set back to evil in
general. You can't use any of your powers until the very last minute
or you will loose your cover," warned Jenny as she made the cat
disappear.

"Getting kind of sleuthy here aren't we? Not the kind of undercover I
like. I prefer the direct approach," said Prue.

"Not in this case. You will have to be Georgia Charleston, a well-
known fence of hot art works. The Elders will have her on ice until
your done. The cat is in the main drawing room. His estate is guarded
by dozens of magical witches. Very tough to get into
to. But destroy the cat and he will is powerless. And then you can
deal with him," said Jenny.

"Ah, OK," said Prue still unsure.

"Don't let your guard down and don't use your magic," said
Jenny. "I'll take you there, but you'll be on your own in the.."

"The lair of the lion," finished Prue.

"Right. We have a lot to study tonight! Let's get to it," said Jenny
as a lap top full of information appeared'

Prue sighed as she started to brush up on her first love. Antiques.

At three o'clock the next afternoon, Prue found herself standing at
the front door of Forkworth, the estate of a powerful oil baron in
the state of Texas. Though an upper demon, he kept a high profile
human cover and was one of the king makers in Texas politics having
helped governors, senators and a certain individual who now resided
in the White House. Prue had appeared at the Dallas-Fort Worth
airport with Jenny to rent a car. The dark haired Prue now sported a
blonde short hairstyle and had vivid green eyes
with a little help from the white lighter's bag of tricks.

After being driven to the estate house she was led into a large
parlor sporting an impressive collection of paintings and statues. In
walked a smallish man in a very expensive suit.

"Miss Charleston?" he asked very directly.

"Yes, when do I get to see Damian Upperhouse? I am in big hurry!"
snapped Prue acting very impatient.

"Mr. Upperhouse will be with you shortly. I saw you admiring the
Gauguin," Damian said pointing to the painting.

"Cute, for a copy!" she snapped.

He shook his head. "My, you're good. Several well-known experts were
fooled by it. The original is with Mr. Upperhouse's other trophies in
the vault. Please come with me," he said motioning to the door.

"Mr. Upperhouse, Miss Charleston," he announced at the door.

A large impressive man sat behind an impossibly huge desk wearing the
usual Texas cowboy hat. "Ah. Miss Charleston. A pleasure, sweetheart.
Sit down right over there, darling. You'll call me Doo."

"Pleasure, Doo" said Prue reaching over the desk. She sat down in a
very low chair while her demon-host looked down at her.

"Now may I see the little old pot? It makes' my good ol' country boy
heart just a palpitate thinking about it. I really want ta add it to
ma collection," he said greedily looking Prue over.

"I've read about it. Very impressive," said Prue coldly staring up at
Mr. Upperhouse.

"My, aren't you the little ol' clap trap. Now how did you acquire my
little piece of Afer-can history?" he asked lighting up a big
expensive cigar.

Prue looked very annoyed. "Please Mr. Upperhouse, Doo. We don't ask
questions like that in my line of business. And I must be clear on
the price. Five million dollars plus a thirty-five per cent finder's
fee."

"How do I now that you haven't jacked up the price way up high? How
much did you pay for it, my pretty little darling?" he asked leering
at Prue.

"Again that is between my client and me. You expressed an interest at
that price. My duty is to deliver the genuine article to you and
provide the money and anonymity to my client. All quite anonymously.
Now do you wish to examine it or not?" asked Prue
getting up to leave.

"You sure are sure of yourself. Damn, of course I'm interested. We'll
venture into my little ol' inner sanctuary that doubles as my own
little private art gallery. You'll get a kick out this, Missy," he
said chuckling. "Follow old Doo."

"I can't wait," said Prue with some interest.

"You'll find several interesting pieces in here," boasted the demon
leading her through a vault door and into a round room filled with
paintings and other artifacts.

"These are the gen-u-wine originals to the copies in your outer
gallery," said Prue looking over the original antique works.

"I find that it's betta to keep them out der and these in here for my
eyes only. And here is my Afer-can pottery that I find so dear to ma
heart," said Mr. Upperhouse sounding very proud.

"Very nice. You have four hundred years of native history here. I see
you have specialized in the witchdoctor's urns. Very rare some of
these. The colors are still so vivid," explained Prue walking through
his small exhibit.

"Dem magical things have always fascinated me. Now your piece, please
darling," he asked putting his hand out.

Prue carefully opened her package. She knew he could just take it,
but he seemed to want to maintain his mortal image and that she was
safe for the moment.

"As you can see its in excellent condition. An old holy man used it
for purification rites. The colors are quite unique especially the
purple. And look at the lettering. It calls upon the ancient ones all
around to draw out the evil in their subjects," explained Prue
pointing to the various figures.

"Yes, yes. I know the history. Now let me hold onto it. Very good,
Wonderful I feel the power of this piece," he said feeling the power
flowing from all nature around him.

"Excuse me?" asked Prue.

"I'm sorry, missy. I do consider myself a bit psychic. And I feel the
power from it's past use. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little
head about. This would be fine. I assume that cash is appropriate?"
he asked still staring at his new possession.

"It is only way I do business," said Prue sundering over to the
demon.

"Fine. Dinky. Go prepare the amount. Anything else you'd like, Miss?"
he asked
leering at her.

"Hmm. Just looking. That Rembrandt is nice. Care to part with it?"
she asked pointing at it.

"Not for a mite under $200 million dollars, darling," he said playing
with cigar still leering at him.

"Too bad. A bit pricey, but cute. I see you like the Egyptian art
too. The scepter of Cleopatra I think. And that wall art lists the
Egyptian Prayer for the Dead. Very impressive. Where did you obtain
that?" she asked looking over at the demon.

"As with you, I prefer to keep my sources anonymous," said the demon.

Prue's smile disappeared. "Of course. Now, where did you get that
guardian cat?"

"Again, I chose to decline to answer. Let us check on your
withdrawal, Missy.
Come with me, please," Mr. Upperhouse said motioning to the door.

"Fifth dynasty. So well preserved. May I examine it?" Prue asked
reaching for the cat.

"NO! Step away or our business is concluded!" he commanded.

"OK, OK. I wouldn't let my curiosity kill the cat so to speak," said
Prue holding her hand up as to push him away.

"Please come with me," he said returning to character.

Prue agreed knowing where the cat was located. She would have to come
back on her own. Leaving the vault room the hall was lined with other
women all wearing dark blue uniforms.

"You like your guards on the feminine side?" commented Prue a bit
sarcastically.

"They do have certain advantages, " he sneered.

Prue strolled around and brushed beside one turning the corner. The
witch looking straight ahead appeared shocked.

"That woman is not who she appears to be, my lord," she said.
"Well, I never!" said Prue as the demon motioned toward her and her
disguise dissolved.

"Believe me you well never again!" he chuckled. With one wave of his
hand, Prue's disguise dissolved away and their stood one good witch
in a house full of evil baddies.

Prue raised one hand and frozen the entire room. Relieve came only
for a few seconds for her freeze lasted only a couple of moments. The
witches looked shocked While Prue switched tactics and sent out a
mild blast of heat. She didn't want to hurt these displaced souls.
Curling to the ground and looking up as if they were sunburned Prue
headed for the main door.

"Cease her and bring her to me, darlings!" the demon commanded.

Prue reached the staircase and grabbed a tapestry sliding down it to
the first floor. Two security guards sprayed her with automatic rifle
fire that she was able to deflect wounding one of the guards. As the
witches reached the top of the stairs Prue blew the front doors into
splinters and ran across the property and to the electric fence.
Leaving the fence intact to stop her pursuers, she jumped into the
air executed a triple somersault and landed on her feet on the far
side.

"Mary Lou, eat your heart out," she said to herself stopping only for
a moment.

She ran for the woods, passed between the trees and headed down the
creek. Running for several minutes Prue found where the creek exited
a small cave and crawled inside. She was cold, wet, and tired, but
alive. Breathing heavily she heard a voice
behind her. Prue turned to deal with it.

"Easy, Prue. Jumpy aren't we?" Jenny asked.

"Yes, a bit for prey," said Prue leading back.

Jenny looked over her charge, "You aren't too worse for the ware."

"You know I could have needed a little backup there," said Prue
raising her voice a bit.

"Now you know we can only offer advice, Prue," explained Jenny.

Prue shook her head. "Leo was often in their helping us."

"Leo did a lot of things that didn't follow the rules," said Jenny
with a great deal of affection.

"I still COULD HAVE use some eyes watching my rear," retorted Prue.

"You're still thinking like the Charmed Ones. You're on your own now.
Stop living in the past!" replied Jenny.

"Right now I'm just trying to keep living at all. The important thing
is that I know where that darn cat is!" Prue stood up looked down and
went into a trance. She reappeared in the empty vault.

"They must all be out looking for me. All the better," said Prue. She
saw the black cat shimmering under the spot light. Spying a small
metal Hindu figurine, she picked it up and swung at the cat. Pieces
fell off it with the first two blows. Striking it with all her
strength the cat shattered. Prue smiled satisfactorily and then
vanished.

Returning to the cave she told Jenny about her success. "And I will
contact the Texas Rangers. They should be very interested in the
contents of his little treasure vault. That will put Mr. Upperhouse
out of business for good."

"Prue that doesn't eliminate his threat," warned Jenny shaking her
head.

Prue agreed. "True, but it will kill his operation here and I can
research him a bit more to finish him off. I won't forget him soon.
Let's get out of this damp cave before I get pneumonia!"

"Thanks, Prue. We won't forget this!" said Jenny orbbing out.

"You're welcome!" Prue called to the ceiling of the cave. "A ride
would have been nice."
It was a long walk back to town.