A/N: Hi all.
Another update, although I kinda need to say a HUGE thank you to Anna Coulter for the chat and ideas. I'll let you know it reeeeally helped. Cheers!
Also I won't be updating as I'm on holiday for two weeks.Woo Who! Not that I don't wanna update, just need to get away, so this maybe the last update until I'm back.
Anyway,below...
7. Seeing Red
"You drive too fast." Paige stated loudly walking at a rapid pace down the steps of P3, trying to make sure her feet remained below her in her rush to get to Piper.
"Will you two just leave me the hell alone." came the venomous reply from her older sister's mouth. However Paige caught the underlining sadness that was masked by the angry retort. Nevertheless that was not the thing that peaked her baby sister's interest.
"Piper, there's only one. I came alone." Paige responded, stepping down onto the club floor, which was when she felt her cheeks burn slightly in embarrassment as she noticed Leo stood with a very distressed looking Piper.
Now why didn't I orb? she thought, feeling foolish for taken the hardest route; trying to keep up with a gas-happy Piper.
"Just go, both of you!" her sister yelled.
"No Piper, I'm not leaving you in this state…" Leo shot back, not taking much notice of the youngest Halliwell at this point. "..you just almost blew up your sister."
"That is not my sister!" Piper snapped, spinning on her husband quickly. "My sister died."
"No she didn't and you know it. You would have felt it!" the whitelighter continued in the heated argument.
Paige had the odd suspicion she had just became a blur to the couple or even a part of the furniture, both having completely disregarded her. "Guys.." she tried but found her voice evaporated against the sound of Piper and Leo's own.
"I did feel it, otherwise why would I bury her?" the older Halliwell spat.
"We didn't know if she was dead, Piper. She may not have every returned." Leo stated a little more quietly.
"Guys." Paige tried again but she had the same result as her last attempt to get their attention.
"So your telling me that all along she was down there, you knew there was a possibility she would be okay!" Piper roared. "You could have stopped me from burying my dead sister!"
"You barely spoke to me! Let alone listen to anything I had to say!" her husband yelled back. "The Elders did what they thought was best."
"Oh and once again They did a slap up job on that." the original middle sister retorted with distaste and distrust pouring out. "They told me my sister was dead!"
Leo moved forward to try and offer to calm his wife down but she only moved further away. "Piper, I'm sorry."
"Why?" she sent back, feeling as though her heart was being ripped out and just pulled at either end, watching and waiting for it to tear.
"Because you should have never been told…"
"Not that." Piper cut him off.
Paige cleared her throat moderately, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. "Guys.."
"What then?" the whitelighter asked, ignoring the youngest Halliwell's continual plea for peace.
"Why did They do it? How on Earth did They think not telling us Prue was still alive was best for us?" When Leo didn't respond, Piper moved forward slightly with a glare, wanting an answer. "Well?"
"Once They found out about Paige, They needed you to bond with her to prolong the power of three." he replied slightly softly, shame covering his face. "You wouldn't have done that if you were in search of Prue."
"Get out!" Piper yelled. "Get the hell out!"
"Piper." Paige called quietly, causing her sister to spin on the youngest.
"Get out, both of you!" Piper screamed suddenly, not wanting to deal with any of them.
Paige felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach at the anger and spite in the older Halliwell's voice. "Piper." she tried, hearing her voice blending withLeo's.
"I wanted to tell you.." Leo continued in a pleading tone. "..but They threatened to even wipe your memory of Prue."
"Get out!"
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"I'm so glad your back." Phoebe beamed, much like a child in a sweet shop, in awe of the sight before them.
"Well I am." Prue tried to respond nicely, as she and her younger sister sat in the bathroom. She watched as Phoebe poured a small amount of antiseptic solution onto cotton wool and kneeled in front of her.
Prue hissed with the sting once it touched the tender area on her forward, fighting the urge to send Phoebe flying into the wall.
"Sorry." the Charmed One smiled, then she laughed softly.
"Glad to see my pain amusing." Prue replied sharply without much thought.
Phoebe seemed to recoil slightly at the tone while her face also now showed her seriousness. "No, it just kinda made me think back to when we were kids. When Dylan Gregison pushed me off the swing. You were that pissed, I thought you were going to kill him."
"I took my time but he had a very abrupt ending last month." Prue smiled, completely speaking the truth. She never actually killed the guy but that didn't mean she didn't have fun before handing him over to the less jolly demons that wanted his blood.
Phoebe laughed, pulling back and sitting on the back of her legs. "It's good to see your still the same Prue….I mean after being down there for so long."
The oldest Halliwell remained quiet, wondering if Phoebe would ever figure out that she had just told her what she had been up to.
"She'll be okay, Prue."
Prue looked at the witch in utter confusion. "Who?"
"Piper, she'll be okay. I mean it's a bit of a shock to have you back but I'm sure she'll be back to normal." Phoebe answered her question.
"What made you think that?" she returned heatedly.
"You had that far off, pensive look you have when your worried."
"It's good to see you still know me so well." Prue grinned falsely.
"Of course I do, I'm your sister." Phoebe mirrored the expression but for very different reasons.
Prue almost burst out in a fit of laughter at the naivety in the response. However, she managed to contain her sudden need to cry out and looked deep with Phoebe's eyes to see the reaction to her next question. "So…who's Paige?"
As the words left her mouth, Prue noted a fondness and love that her sister had for the half-breed but also a wave of panic. She assumed it would be the anticipation of her reaction that would be key to the cause of that.
"Prue, Paige is our sister." Phoebe responded in a gentle tone that only grated on Prue's nerves.
"Half." she corrected bitterly.
"How did you…?" the lighter haired witch questioned in bewilderment.
Prue thought back to when she had first been informed of the new sister. A memory where she pitied the person she had been.
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Prue was hanging from the chains wrapped around her wrists, barely able to keep herself standing, although pain was searing through her like hot pokers. Cuts and bruising graced her once perfect skin.
"You might as well give it up Charmed One.." the demon with a dancing fire ball in his hand laughed. "You won't be going home anytime soon."
"We'll see." she spat in return.
Her words caused the demon to laugh more loudly this time. "You really are a fool if you still think your getting out. The Source shall keep you here until you either turn or die."
"They won't give up on finding me." Prue glared, finally getting a small amount of energy to push herself up against the wall.
"Your wrong." a new voice entered the room and out of the shadows.
"Jaden, I still have some time." the demon gruffly moaned, knowing why the warlock had arrived.
"No, you leave. Now." Jaden ordered.
The demon distinguished the flame in his hand and glared at the man for interrupting. However, before he left, he turned to Prue, who had closed her eyes. "Until next time, Prudence." he mocked in a sing-song voice, leaving the room.
Once alone, Jaden moved closer to the chained woman and smirked. "How long are you going to keep this up?"
Prue's eyes opened slightly, glaring at her constant tormenter. "As long as it takes." she strongly answered.
"Prue, Prue, Prue, Prue, Prue…" he sighed dramatically. "..They aren't coming for you. No one is."
"They will and we'll have fun vanquishing your sorry ass."
"They won't, Prue. You see they've found a replacement for the great Prue Halliwell. She'syounger than you and a damn site happier." he laughed. "Funny how you never knew you had a half sister, ain't it? Mummy must have been really busy." he laughed.
"Shut up!" Prue yelled. "I don't have another sister."
"Yes you do. You wanna know her name." Jaden grinned. "Paige Matthews."
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"There was talk down there." Prue answered, coming out of her daze. "I just wanted to see if it was true, you know how evil lies."
"I hope that doesn't include me." a voice waved in through the open door.
Both sisters spun towards the person, who, upon seeing Prue, almost fainted. "Prue?"
"Belthazor." she sneered, eyeing the traitor in distaste. No longer was there the worry and anger of the fact he was the love of her younger sisters life, but more for his reputation amongst her kind.
"Cole." Phoebe smiled and stood from the floor, moving excitedly to her boyfriend. "Prue, came back today. She found her way out."
"I thought you died." Cole directed to the eldest Halliwell.
"You wish." Prue spat, receiving odd looks from the pair. "Apparently that's what Piper wanted." she added to try and remove focus from her earlier reply.
Cole glanced at Phoebe with a questioning gaze. "I'll explain later." she sighed.
"No.." Prue interrupted. "..I kinda need to lay down before my head implodes."
"Okay, sweetie." Phoebe replied a little disheartened. "You know where I am if you need anything."
"Sure."
"Prue, what happened to your head?" Cole asked, when she stood up.
Prue moved to the door, not relaxing the spiteful expression she offered him. "Piper tried to blow me up. I'm assuming my room is where it used to be?" she question, even though already knowing the answer.
Phoebe nodded. "Exactly as you left it."
"Great." was the less than enthusiastic remark.
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Prue was racking through her wardrobe, looking for something decent to wear. She quickly noticed though how her taste in fashion had changed greatly. Finally she settled on a pair of black leather trousers and a blood red, non-sleeved, silk top.
Tonight she was planning on leaving the manor in search of fun and if that meant she snuck out like she was fifteen again, then so be it. Although she knew shimmering would make the job a hell of a lot easier.
The raven haired Halliwell glanced over her choice in top and smiled, before removing the one she had on.
"Well there's a sight." Jaden's voice invaded the room.
She turned to face the warlock, who was sat on her bed with a grin on his face. Prue didn't even try to show her modesty or annoyance at yet another rude entrance.
"Did you want something or have you just came to stare?" she asked.
"Starring at you is like watching paint dry." he shot back.
"Hmm…and yet you still keep coming back for another glance." Prue smiled playfully.
"I actually came to tell you the Source, although impressed you are in, is less than happy that both Borrack and Earl have been vanquished."
"It was for a good cause." she retorted with a shrug.
Jaden smiled and nodded. "I know. Plus I didn't like them much."
"You don't like anyone." Prue shot back, getting changed into her top.
"Yourself included." he added with a smirk.
"..and none of them like you." she continued with a huge grin.
"That's slightly exaggerated."
"Not really." Prue laughed, changing into the leather trousers she had picked out. She rolled her eyes at Jaden's visible glance, wondering if men from every species were all the same.
Once dressed she straightened up and stared at Jaden. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in the mood to paint the town red." she sauntered over to the dresser, applying a soft shade of red to her lips. Whilelooking in the mirror, she watched the warlock.
Suddenly next to him appeared the sleeping form of herself, causing him to jump of the bed in shock and making Prue laugh.
"That isn't funny." he snarled.
"It was for me."
A knock resounded on the door, causing both of them to jump in fright. "Prue, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Pheebs, honest. Just going to bed now." Prue replied, glancing at her sleeping form, appreciating the value of that power.
"Okay, sleep tight." was the muffled response and then the closing of Phoebe's door.
"So we're painting it red." Jaden beamed menacingly, rubbing his hands together.
"We?" Prue raised an eyebrow at his words.
"Someone's gotta stop you getting those nasty cuts on your head." he sneered.
A/N: another one bits the dust.
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