A/N: I think that it's important to look at the Halliwells' lives before they went Evil, so this chapter gives us some background on Prue, which I really enjoyed writing- and I hope you enjoy reading it :)

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Evil and the Charmed Ones
Chapter Ten – Questions

After Phoebe had peeled Prue off Piper and explained what happened, she was slightly less angry, but still not a happy Halliwell.

They'd been sitting together discussing ideas of what to do about Paige when Prue finally offered a reasonable plan.

"We need to hurt her, not badly –" Prue quickly added, after seeing the looks Piper and Phoebe shot her. "Enough to make her see that she needs us, that she can't and won't be safe if she's," Prue sneered, "Good."

Piper stood up and started pacing, "we need to reawaken the Evil inside of her."

Phoebe grimaced at her elder sisters, "You know what that means?"

With a sigh, Prue nodded, "the Seer."

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Cole shimmered into the ominous looking chamber and immediately bowed his head as sign of respect to the Source.

"You summoned me, my Liege?"

"Yes, Belthazor, I have a task for you." The Source paused for a second, but Cole knew not to say anything. "The youngest Halliwell, I have decided that she is too dangerous to live."

Cole looked up, confused, "dangerous, my Lord?"

The Source nodded, "to her sisters, she is very dangerous. Potentially, she could turn them back to Good witches, I will not allow that to happen."

Neither will I.

"What is it you would have me do, Sire? As you know, I am loyal to you and you alone and will serve you above all others…however…are you aware of my…situation with Phoebe Halliwell?"

Although Cole could not see, the Source smirked. "I am aware of it, Belthazor, which is why I wish you to dispose of Paige without alerting the sisters or anyone else of your actions. I trust you know the consequences if you fail?"

Cole nodded, "of course. When do you wish me to kill her?"

"Not yet, take your time and watch the half breed, I will inform you when you are to act. Leave."

Cole bowed again and shimmered out.

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Andy couldn't help but smile at the youngest Halliwell; she looked so young, contrasting to when she was awake. Whenever Andy looked at her, he couldn't help but notice that her eyes were full of pain, betraying all that she had seen and done.

He let out a soft chuckle as Paige released a loud snore. Immediately, he was cast back six and a half years earlier, when Paige had been caught by him and Prue, completely and utterly smashed.

It was a Friday night and Andy has spent the whole evening with Prue, they'd gone out to dinner and spent the entire night laughing and smiling, as they walked towards the manor door, Prue pulled Andy towards her.

"I've had a great time." She kissed him hard, running her hands through his hair and down his back.

Andy grinned and placed soft kisses on Prue's neck. "Any chance we can continue this inside?"

It was Prue's turn to grin, "Piper and Leo are out most of the night, Phoebe's at a sleepover and Paige is with Glenn." She raised one eyebrow suggestively and gave Andy at look that was pure seduction.

Hurriedly, Andy grabbed his key and forced it into the door, Prue telekinetically pushed the door open and laughed as Andy grabbed her hand and practically pulled her into the hallway.

If anything could make Andy want Prue more, it was her laugh. At eighteen, when Penny Halliwell had died, Prue was forced into the position of mother to her younger siblings. Somehow, she worked her way through college, got a job as an intern photographer and took care of her sisters, along the way; she had lost a lot of lighthearted side, but Andy had stuck with her the whole time.

He was there when she found it all too much, he held her when she allowed herself to cry and made her realise that she could succeed. Andy was one of the few people who had seen Prue at her weakest and somehow, they had got through it. Through the demons, both physical and mental, the teenage tantrums and the grief that come with just being Halliwells.

Four years had passed since Grams' death and it seemed like Prue was beginning to live and laugh again, unconsciously, Andy fingered the ring box inside his pocket, he'd had it for over two months now but could never seem to find the right time to ask Prue that fateful question.

Maybe tonight is the night?

Their bodies fell into each other as they kissed with an intensity that almost made Andy's knees go weak.

Tonight is the night.

Just as Andy summoned up the courage to propose, two loud snorts of laughter made them pull away from each other.

Both Prue and Andy looked quizzically towards the living room where the sound was coming from and were rewarded with another loud shriek followed by hysteric giggling.

Prue's smile turned into a frown as she stalked towards what she could now tell was her youngest sister. Andy followed after her, silently cursing whoever it was for ruining the moment.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Prue spoke quietly, but her voice was as sharp as a knife.

Andy managed to bite back a smile at the scene before him. Glenn and Paige sat on the sofa, surrounded by beer cans and, for some strange reason, apple cores. It was clear that the young teenagers were 'slightly' inebriated.

"Prue!" Glenn yelled in surprise, he didn't look scared, which surprised Andy greatly.

If Prue was aiming that look at me, I think I'd crap my pants…then again, I'm guessing that he's had his fair share of beer tonight.

"Hey," Paige hiccupped, "how's you, 'sis?"

Prue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Glenn," she spoke softly, "I think you should go home."

He looked confused, "but –"

"Go. Home. Now!"

Glenn's eyes widened in fear, "right, er, okay, listen, Prue, erm, Miss Halliwell –" Andy had to cover his mouth with a cushion to stop from laughing. "I'm, like, really, er, sorry. It's just –"

"Go. Home."

Glenn spared one pitiful look at Paige before racing (though it was more like staggering) to the manor door, "bye!"

"Paige, I sincerely suggest you go to bed. We'll discuss this in the morning."

"But –"

"Go. To. Bed."

The youngest Halliwell, like her adolescent boyfriend, ran as fast as she could to get away from Prue, who, at that moment in time, was far more terrifying than any demon they'd ever faced.

As soon as Paige had disappeared up the stairs, Prue and Andy collapsed into each other, laughing till they could barely breathe.

Andy tried hard not to let the memory of his almost proposal to Prue affect him, but it was difficult. Shaking his head, as if trying to shake away the pain, Andy lifted up the girl who he had always thought of as a baby sister.

Paige didn't wake up, but began mumbling in her drunken unconscious state; Andy could understand most of what she said, though it didn't seem to make much sense.

"…Phoebe…hit him…don't…no, Prue…the ball, please, no!"

"Shh, Paige, it's okay," as if reacting to Andy's soothing voice, Paige fell silent. Andy, having no clue where they were and seeing as the only mode of transportation was currently unconscious, called for the one man who could help, "Leo!"

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