Charmed: Another Halliwell

by Brenna's Urbangirl Projects

Summary: Buffy Summers is the daughter of Joyce and Hank Summers. Joyce was born Patience Joyce Halliwell she was Prue, Piper and Phoebe's aunt. When Joyce dies Buffy is left in the care of her cousins. Pairings: Prue, Piper, and Phoebe (and later Paige) canon pairings. Buffy/Dawn (Yes, Forbidden Sibling Love). A/U Set during and after Charmed Season 1 and Buffy season 1.

66. Chapter 66: Just Harried

Chapter 66: Just Harried

February 19, 1999 – Friday

Halliwell Manor

As Prue and Phoebe struggled to position the floral arch in place for Piper and Leo's wedding, emotions swirled around them. Excitement and nerves bubbled beneath the surface as they worked tirelessly to make everything perfect for the momentous occasion. Nearby, the presence of Grams' spirit and Buffy added an ethereal touch to the atmosphere, reminding them of the significance of the day.

"Okay, that should do it," Prue declared, her voice a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to see her sister happy, to witness the culmination of love in a beautiful ceremony.

However, Grams, as a protective guiding force, offered her input, shaking her head gently. "I'm thinking more to the left. Uh, is this the biggest arch you could get?" Her concern for every detail was apparent, wanting the celebration to be nothing short of extraordinary.

"Ugh," Phoebe groaned, a touch of exasperation mingling with her affection for Grams. She knew her grandmother's spirit only had the best intentions, but the stress of wedding preparations was getting to her.

Buffy nodded in confirmation. "Without opening a fast food franchise, yeah," she added, her words laced with playful humor to lighten the mood.

In the midst of their collective efforts, Grams' wisdom shone through as she shared a poignant reflection on love and marriage. "Well, just remember, if love is the quest then marriage is the conquest," she said, her ethereal presence emanating warmth and guidance. "This place must be like victory." Her words held a timeless wisdom, reminding them that this was more than just a celebration—it was a testament to enduring love and commitment.

Phoebe couldn't help but remark with a touch of wistfulness, "And here I thought weddings were supposed to be romantic." Her longing for a fairytale-like experience was palpable.

"Oh my dear sweet child," Grams replied tenderly, acknowledging Phoebe's desire for a picture-perfect event, while also reminding her that true romance lay in the journey of love and the depth of emotions shared between two people.

"Better listen to Grams, Phoebe," Prue advised, her voice tinged with both amusement and affection. "I mean, you could always calculate her age by the number of rings on her fingers."

Phoebe laughed, the sound carrying a hint of relief and joy. She cherished these light-hearted moments with her sisters, finding comfort in their camaraderie as they navigated through life's challenges.

However, Buffy's question struck a more somber chord, and the room fell into a momentary hush. "Really? You were married that many times, Grams?"

Grams nodded, her eyes reflecting a wealth of experiences and emotions. "Yes, dear," she replied softly.

"Alright, the wedding arch is done," Prue announced, her voice transitioning back to practical matters as she ticked the task off her list. But even her strong façade couldn't hide the fatigue she was feeling. "The next thing to do," she yawned, the weariness evident, "on the To-Do list is..."

"Sleep," Phoebe interjected, recognizing the signs of Prue's exhaustion. She knew how hard Prue had been working to ensure everything was perfect for the wedding, and she wanted her sister to take care of herself too.

Buffy concurred, nodding in agreement. "You've been yawning all day," she said, her concern for Prue's well-being evident.

Prue admitted, "Try all week. It's this recurring dream I keep having. It's keeping me awake." Her vulnerability shone through, and the weight of her dreams, both the aspirations for her sisters and the haunting visions, weighed heavily on her shoulders.

As Phoebe probed gently, her voice was laced with concern and curiosity, "Really? What's in the dream?"

Prue hesitated for a moment before opening up, revealing a vulnerable side that she often kept shielded. "Well, uh, there was this biker guy, and he's kinda cute and kinda dangerous," she admitted, her words tinged with a mix of intrigue and uncertainty.

Phoebe's response was playful yet filled with genuine affection. "Sounds kinda yummy," she teased, trying to bring a light-hearted touch to the conversation, hoping to ease Prue's worries.

Just then, Piper walked into the room, and her arrival sparked a moment of shared excitement and anticipation. The emotions were palpable as they all awaited her opinion on the preparations.

"Piper, sweetie, well, what do you think?" Grams asked, her voice filled with anticipation and love for her granddaughter.

Piper's smile was radiant, her happiness shining through as she gazed at the beautifully decorated space. "It's-it's beautiful," she expressed, her voice tinged with awe and gratitude.

With an air of positivity, Buffy chimed in, "Yeah, and the best part about it is, it's finally happening." The realization that this was the long-awaited wedding of Piper and Leo filled the room with joy and emotion.

Amidst the celebration, Piper's sigh carried a hint of longing. "Flowers and bows and Grams. The only thing missing is..." she trailed off, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness.

Prue understood the void Piper was feeling, sharing in her sister's emotions. "Mom," she acknowledged gently, recognizing their shared loss and the absence of their mother on this special day.

"Both our mothers," Buffy interjected, her voice soft but resolute. She, too, felt the absence of her mother keenly on this significant occasion.

Prue nodded, grateful for Buffy's understanding and solidarity. "You're right, Buffy. Mom and Aunt Joyce," she affirmed, the weight of their mothers' absence creating a bittersweet undertone to the celebration.

Piper's voice trembled with a mix of hope and desperation, reaching out to Grams, her grandmother and guiding force. "Grams, are you sure that you can't do..." she began, her words trailing off as she desperately searched for a way to change the inevitable.

Grams gently shook her head, her eyes filled with both love and sorrow. "No, nothing. I'm only here because you need a high priestess. They want me back by the witching hour tomorrow," she explained, her words heavy with the knowledge that her time with them was limited.

Phoebe, her heart full of love for her grandmother and concern for Piper, attempted to offer comfort in her own way. "I thought maybe this could help," she said, holding up a cherished photo of Patty and Joyce. The picture served as a reminder of the love and strength passed down through generations.

Prue's gaze rested on Piper, her sister, who was bravely trying to hold back her emotions. "You okay?" Prue asked, her voice soft and caring.

Piper nodded, her emotions barely contained beneath the surface. "Yeah, I just, I can't believe how close I came to sabotaging my own wedding," she admitted, her vulnerability exposed. The weight of the challenges and doubts had almost overwhelmed her.

Curiosity got the better of Buffy, who sensed the depth of Piper's emotions. "What do you mean?" she inquired, wanting to understand the source of Piper's distress.

Piper took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express her inner turmoil. "Well, with the demons and the false start and 'them'... I, you know, I told myself if one more thing went wrong, then it just maybe wasn't meant to be," she confessed, the weight of her fears finally spoken out loud.

In the face of Piper's honesty, Grams couldn't bear to see her granddaughter burdened with such doubt. "Oh, darling, there's no need to think that way. I mean, you made it," she reassured, her voice filled with wisdom and comfort.

Prue's nod was filled with determination, her emotional resolve evident despite her weariness. "Yeah, and I will personally butt kick any demon who tries to ruin it for you," she pledged, a mixture of love and protectiveness shining in her eyes, even as a yawn escaped her lips.

Phoebe, always attuned to her sisters' needs, refused to let Prue's exhaustion dampen the spirit of the moment. "Not if you're asleep, you won't. Come on, I'm tucking you in," she declared, her voice gentle and nurturing. The bond between the sisters was as strong as ever, and they were always there to care for one another, no matter the circumstances.

Buffy nodded, adding her own heartfelt wishes. "Sweet dreams. Bye," she said, her voice carrying warmth and affection.

Prue and Phoebe made their way upstairs, leaving Piper and Buffy alone with Grams. Despite the excitement of the upcoming wedding, the conversation took a bittersweet turn as the topic of family history arose.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 4:00, Mrs. Halliwell. The women keep their names in this family," Grams stated, her words holding both a sense of tradition and pride. She directed her gaze at Piper, affirming her place in the lineage of strong Halliwell women.

Buffy's curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help but wonder about her mother's decision not to keep the Halliwell name. "How come mom didn't?"

Grams let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the past evident in her response. "Your mother and I had a falling out, Buffy. Other than the girls' birthdays and Christmas, she never came around. When she married your father, she rebelled against me and took his name," she explained, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and regret.

Buffy's heart sank at the revelation, sensing the complexities of their family's history and the wounds that had yet to heal. "What caused such a rift?" she asked, seeking to understand the root of the divide.

Grams shook her head, unable or unwilling to provide a direct answer, and in an instant, she vanished in a display of orbing lights. Her departure left behind an air of mystery, leaving the family to grapple with the unresolved past.

Piper, wanting to reassure Buffy, wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. "We'll find out. It's something Prue, Phoebe, and I want to know too," she said, her voice filled with determination.

February 20, 1999 – Saturday

Halliwell Manor

As Piper woke to the gentle chime of her alarm clock, her heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted her—rose petals covering her bed in a breathtaking display of love. The emotional surge overwhelmed her, and she couldn't help but giggle with joy. "Leo?" she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness as she delicately picked up a handful of the soft petals, cherishing the sweet gesture from her soon-to-be husband.

Just as Piper was reveling in the romantic surprise, Buffy entered the room, carrying a tray of food. The sound of Piper's giggles caught her attention, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Was that just giggling I heard?" Buffy asked playfully, delighting in Piper's happiness.

Piper's reply was filled with genuine joy, her emotions spilling over as she confessed, "Yes, I am guilty of giggling, and I am guilty of being happier than any previous romance in my life." The love she felt for Leo was evident in her words, and her heart brimmed with anticipation for the beautiful day ahead.

Realizing the significance of the moment, Buffy couldn't contain her excitement. "Piper, it's your wedding day!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe and elation.

Piper blushed shyly, her emotions overwhelming her for a moment. "I know," she admitted, her heart swelling with a mix of nervousness and euphoria.

Buffy's exuberance was infectious as she playfully announced, "Here comes the Maid of Honor!" She jumped on the bed with a playful energy as Phoebe and Prue walked through the door, adding to the celebratory atmosphere.

"Phoebe, Prue, come play!" Buffy called out, eager to share in the joy of the moment.

Prue, however, looked visibly exhausted, her fatigue evident in her expression. Sensing something amiss, Buffy's concern rose to the surface. "Uh-oh. Another bad dream?" she asked, her voice now filled with worry for her sister.

Prue nodded, the lingering impact of her nightmare weighing heavily on her mind. "Yeah. I was still in that biker bar, but this time I was attacked by a big galloot," she revealed, her vulnerability exposing the emotional toll that the dream had taken on her.

Piper's voice carried a mix of curiosity and concern as she asked, "A galloot? What is that?" Her eyes searched for answers, unsure of the nature of her sister's encounter in the dream realm.

Phoebe offered a shrug, her emotions mirroring her uncertainty.

"You fought a demon in your sleep? If I'm gonna have to vanquish a demon in my wedding dress, just tell me because if so, then—" Piper began, her words tinged with a hint of worry.

Prue quickly interjected, wanting to reassure her sister. "Ay! Alright, he was not a demon. He was just a big, rude guy," she clarified, her tone carrying both amusement and relief.

Phoebe chimed in, seeking to dispel any lingering anxiety. "And it was just in her dream," she confirmed, her words meant to put Piper's mind at ease.

Prue nodded, a hint of levity in her reply. "Yeah, and the only thing I need to vanquish him is a potion called coffee," she joked, attempting to lighten the mood. She knew that humor was often their best remedy for facing challenging situations.

Just then, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the flowers. Prue sprang into action, taking charge of the situation. "Ah, that must be the flowers. Um, okay, you just relax, no worrying," she instructed Piper, her voice filled with reassurance and affection.

Buffy, always ready to lend a helping hand, chimed in with her own gesture of care. "And eat your breakfast, and then I will have a hot bubble bath waiting for you," she said, her voice gentle and nurturing.

Piper couldn't help but express her lingering concern. "Are you sure there's nothing witchy going on?" she inquired, wanting to ensure that their preparations were not disrupted by any supernatural mischief.

Prue playfully threw petals over Piper, creating a moment of lightheartedness. "I'm positive," she declared, her voice exuding confidence. She, Phoebe, and Buffy left the room, their bond evident in the way they supported and cared for one another.

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Sitting at the kitchen table, Prue, Phoebe and Buffy gathered with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Phoebe couldn't contain her joy as she held up an antique cup she had discovered in the attic. "Check out what I found in the attic," she exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Prue, focused on the wedding preparations, responded with a playful remark. "I hope it's something old because we already have new, borrowed, and blue covered," she teased, her affection shining through.

Phoebe's smile widened, knowing she had something special to contribute to the wedding. "Is Melinda Warren's blessing cup old enough?" she asked, her eyes filled with pride. It was a piece of their family history, a meaningful heirloom they could incorporate into the celebration.

Buffy took the cup from Phoebe and examined it closely. "That is very cool," she acknowledged, her voice tinged with awe.

Phoebe's smile grew, feeling touched by her sisters' reactions. "Yeah, what could be better than to give Piper the actual cup that our favorite ancestor drank from at her wedding," she said, her voice filled with sentimental appreciation for their lineage.

Prue, moved by the significance of the gift, beamed with delight. "Hmm, alright, I can check that off. Now all I need is help moving the buffet table," she said, directing her gaze toward Buffy.

Buffy playfully protested, her light-hearted groan filling the air. "I'm not a pack mule," she quipped.

Phoebe interjected with a thoughtful suggestion, aware of Cole's imminent arrival. "Um, maybe we should wait until Cole gets here. He should be here any minute," she offered, recognizing the importance of including him in the wedding preparations.

Prue's sigh carried the weight of their complex history with Cole. Memories of his recent return flooded her mind, the pivotal role he played in saving Phoebe, and the emotional rollercoaster they had experienced. "You're kidding, right?" Prue questioned, her uncertainty evident in her voice.

Phoebe, who had rekindled her relationship with Cole, reminded Prue and Buffy of this fact. "No, you knew he was coming to the wedding," she said, her voice tinged with a touch of defensiveness.

Prue nodded, acknowledging the truth in Phoebe's words. "Yeah, to the wedding, Phoebe, but the moments leading up to it belong to the family," she asserted, her desire to protect Piper and the sanctity of their family time evident.

Buffy agreed with Prue. "I'm in agreement with Prue, pre-wedding is family time," she asserted, emphasizing the importance of cherishing their moments together before the ceremony.

Unwilling to dismiss her sister's concerns, Prue continued to express her reservations about Cole. "And I'm sorry, but Cole is not family, okay, he is still a demon," she stated firmly, her protective instincts taking precedence.

However, before the conversation could delve further into the complexities of Cole's place in their lives, a sudden scream echoed through the house. It was Piper's voice, and the urgency in her cry jolted them all to attention.

On the landing of the stairs, Piper stood, a mixture of nervousness and excitement radiating from her. She hid behind the railing, seeking to preserve the age-old tradition that held sentimental value for her. "It is bad luck to see the bride's dress before the wedding," she explained to Leo, her voice hushed yet determined.

Leo, ever the loving and understanding partner, couldn't help but chuckle at Piper's insistence. "But you're not even wearing the dress," he pointed out gently, his heart warmed by her dedication to the superstition.

Piper shook her head, her eyes shining with affection for her soon-to-be husband. "The same rule applies to the bride's... curlers. Go away," she playfully urged, not wanting to break any customs that might bring luck to their union.

In her excitement, Piper hurried upstairs, her heart beating fast with anticipation, just as Buffy, Prue, and Phoebe emerged from the kitchen. Their eyes met Leo, and the emotions were palpable.

On the landing of the stairs, Piper stood, a mixture of nervousness and excitement radiating from her. She hid behind the railing, seeking to preserve the age-old tradition that held sentimental value for her. "It is bad luck to see the bride's dress before the wedding," she explained to Leo, her voice hushed yet determined.

Leo, ever the loving and understanding partner, couldn't help but chuckle at Piper's insistence. "But you're not even wearing the dress," he pointed out gently, his heart warmed by her dedication to the superstition.

Piper shook her head, her eyes shining with affection for her soon-to-be husband. "The same rule applies to the bride's... curlers. Go away," she playfully urged, not wanting to break any customs that might bring luck to their union.

In her excitement, Piper hurried upstairs, her heart beating fast with anticipation, just as Buffy, Prue, and Phoebe emerged from the kitchen. Their eyes met Leo, and the emotions were palpable.

"Dad!" Buffy exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she rushed forward to envelop Leo in a warm embrace. The bond between father and daughter was a special one, and Buffy cherished every moment with him.

Prue smiled, her affection for Leo evident as she greeted him. "Oh, good, you're here," she said.

Buffy's expression turned into a frown, her curiosity piqued. "Really, Dad? Your Whitelighter robe?" she asked, teasing him gently, but also genuinely wondering about his choice of attire.

Leo, feeling a bit self-conscious under the gaze of his daughter, explained, "It's my formal Whitelighter wear," his tone a blend of light-heartedness and pride.

Phoebe's eyes were filled with gentle concern as she spoke, "Um, yeah, I-I hope you don't mind, but we sort of decided that you should be a little bit more traditional, so we rented you a tux." Her voice carried a mix of nervousness and genuine desire for everything to go smoothly.

As they gathered together, Victor's arrival brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia. "Anyone home?"

Phoebe's smile was bright and affectionate as she rushed over to her father. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, her excitement evident as she embraced him tightly. In that moment, their bond as father and daughter shone brightly.

Victor's smile was tender as he reciprocated Phoebe's embrace, his heart filled with love for his daughter. "Hi, baby." He turned to Buffy, who stepped forward to greet him with an open heart. "Hi, Buffy," he said, embracing her warmly. Despite not being her biological father, their connection was strong, and he was a father figure to her.

Then, Victor turned to Leo, whose presence in the room created a palpable tension. As they exchanged greetings, the undercurrents of their relationship were undeniable. Leo's love for Piper and his dedication to their family was evident, but there was still a lingering unease between the two men.

Buffy, always perceptive, couldn't help but acknowledge the atmosphere. "You can just cut the tension with a knife," she remarked, her words tinged with a touch of humor to ease the moment.

Victor turned to Prue next, and a soft smile formed on his lips. "Hey, Dad," Prue greeted, her voice reflecting the cherished relationship they shared.

Victor's smile was filled with genuine affection as he greeted Prue. "Hey," he said, the love he held for his daughter evident in the tender kiss he placed on the top of her head.

Prue's words held a mix of playful teasing and genuine concern as she gently tried to guide her father down the stairs. "Well, I know that you have a lot of joy and laughter to share, so I'll just take you down... whoa," she said, her voice tinged with surprise and worry as she suddenly felt lightheaded.

Victor's concern was immediate, his eyes searching her face for any sign of distress. "What's the matter?" he asked, his worry evident in his voice.

Prue sat down on the stairs, her emotions fluctuating between trying to brush it off and the need to confide in her father. "Uh, just a, uh, dizzy spell. I've been getting them ever since those dreams began," she admitted, her vulnerability exposed.

Leo, equally concerned, inquired, "What dreams?" His voice held a protective edge, wanting to understand what was troubling Prue.

Prue shook her head, attempting to downplay the significance of her dreams. "Uh, you know, those dreams... uh, you know, it's nothing," she said, not wanting to burden them with her worries.

Phoebe, always attuned to her sister's emotions, nodded in agreement with Prue's assessment. "Yeah, certainly nothing to worry about," she chimed in, though her eyes betrayed her concern.

Buffy stepped in, guiding her fathers away from the emotional moment. "Dads," she said, looking between her actual father and surrogate father. "If you two will follow me." She glanced at Phoebe, silently urging her to take care of Prue in her absence. Phoebe nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of supporting Prue.

Buffy led Victor and Leo downstairs into the basement, trying to create a moment of respite. "Get dressed, and no fighting," she pleaded, her emotions reflecting her deep love for her family.

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Phoebe's arms enveloped Prue in a comforting embrace, pulling her close and resting Prue's head on her shoulder. The bond between the sisters was palpable, and Phoebe's heart ached with concern for Prue's well-being. "Okay, we've got everyone convinced that we have things under control," she said, trying to maintain a sense of optimism amidst the worries that plagued them all. "Now you have to convince me and Buffy."

Prue's expression was tinged with fatigue and vulnerability as she replied, "I can't do that." The weight of her experiences was evident in her voice, and she knew she couldn't hide her true feelings from her sisters.

Buffy's worry only deepened at Prue's admission. "Oh, no. What are you feeling?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern for her sister's health and well-being.

Prue sighed, her exhaustion evident in her response. "Tired all the time. I mean, when I fall asleep, my dreams are so real, they don't allow me any rest. It's like I'm awake twenty-four hours a day," she confessed, her voice carrying the burden of her sleepless nights and vivid dreams.

Phoebe's mind raced back to one of their earlier foes, the dream sorcerer, and she wondered if he had returned to torment Prue once again. "Is the dream sorcerer back?" she asked, her memory of their past battles resurfacing.

Prue shook her head, not entirely sure of the cause of her restless dreams. "I don't think so, but I'm not ruling anything out," she admitted, her concern evident in her eyes.

Buffy's words were a gentle reminder of the stakes at hand. "Well, remember what Piper said. If one more thing goes wrong, she was gonna call off this wedding," she said, her voice filled with the weight of their sister's decision.

Prue's eyes widened with worry, the weight of Piper's ultimatum hanging heavily on her shoulders. "No, we can't let that happen," she said, her voice laced with determination. The thought of Piper calling off the wedding because of her own struggles was too much for Prue to bear.

Phoebe stepped in to offer support. "Okay, why don't you let me and Buffy handle this almighty To Do list, and you go upstairs and get some rest," she suggested gently, taking the clipboard from Prue's hands. "Don't sleep, just rest," she emphasized.

Prue nodded in agreement, grateful for her sisters' support. "Okay," she agreed, willing to trust Phoebe and Buffy to handle the wedding tasks.

Phoebe couldn't help but express her surprise at Prue's decision to step back. "Huh, wow, so you're relinquishing control to your little sisters," she noted with astonishment. "You must really be tired." Her voice was filled with both admiration for Prue's dedication and concern for her well-being.

As Prue headed upstairs to her room, her emotions were a whirlwind of weariness, worry, and gratitude for her sisters' understanding and care.

Phoebe picked up the photo of Patty and Joyce, seeking strength and comfort from their memory. "Please help us through this day, Mom, Aunt Joyce," she whispered, her voice filled with heartfelt longing.

Buffy joined in, adding her own plea, "Please," she agreed, her voice carrying the weight of their shared desire for a successful and joyous wedding.

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Buffy's heart sank as she entered Prue's room and saw her sister fast asleep. Worry etched across her face, Buffy rushed to Prue's side, gently shaking her to wake her up. "Prue?"

Prue's eyes snapped open, but the worry didn't leave her face as she looked at her wrists. "Oh, no," she murmured, her heart heavy with the weight of the dream's implications. She began recounting the details to Buffy, her voice laced with a mix of anxiety and a hint of fascination. "I was wanted for murder, but this guy in my dream, he risked himself to save me. Sexy guy," she admitted, but quickly redirected her focus.

"Prue, forget the guy. What about the arrest?" Buffy interjected, her concern overriding any curiosity about the mysterious figure in Prue's dream.

Prue sighed, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of her dream. "Right, uh, okay, a cop handcuffed me, and that's all I remember, except that I didn't really want to wake up. It's like my dreams were overpowering me," she explained, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and frustration.

Buffy empathized with Prue's experience, drawing a parallel to her own premonitions. "Mm, that's what my premonitions feel like. They pull me against my will," she said, understanding the feeling of being drawn into an overwhelming and uncontrollable vision.

Prue nodded, considering the possibilities. "You know, maybe somebody's trying to pull me into a parallel world or a dream dimension," she mused, her mind seeking answers to the unsettling dream.

Buffy offered a suggestion. "Well, hopefully that someone will be in the Book of Shadows, okay?" she said, hoping they could find a solution there. "Come on." She gently led Prue towards the attic stairs, but paused, her concern returning. "Wait, should we tell Piper?" she asked.

Prue shook her head, her determination resolute. "No, I won't let this be the one thing that goes wrong today. In fact, let's not tell Phoebe either. She can get the to-do list done while we do this. I'll be okay as long as I stay awake, right? For Piper?"

Buffy felt a surge of emotions as she nodded, trying to maintain her composure despite the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. "For Piper," she echoed softly, her love and dedication to her sister evident in her eyes.

Just as they were about to head towards the attic, Piper appeared, her intuition sensing that something was amiss. "Hold it right there," Piper commanded, her protective instincts kicking in. "What's wrong?"

Buffy forced a smile, thinking quickly to distract Piper from their true intentions and keep her from worrying. "Boy bands. There's just too many of them, don't you think?" she blurted out, hoping to create a lighthearted diversion.

Piper's frown deepened, seeing right through their attempt to change the subject. "No. What's wrong with you two?" she pressed, her concern for her sisters outweighing any distractions.

Prue tried to deny any issues, but the emotions were too strong to hide. "Uh, nothing's wrong," she said, attempting to reassure Piper, but the worry in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

Piper's intuition and understanding of her sisters' emotions were sharp. "I can see it in your faces," she said with a mixture of worry and understanding. "We've been demon hunting for three years now. You're going to the attic, aren't you?" she deduced, recognizing their pattern of seeking answers in the Book of Shadows during times of trouble.

Buffy nodded. "Yes," she admitted.

Prue's frustration and concern were evident as she elbowed Buffy. "Buffy!" she whispered.

Piper's sigh carried resignation. "I knew it," she said, her intuition often leading her straight to the truth when it came to her sisters.

Buffy couldn't help but smile, appreciating Piper's perceptiveness. "What, Prue? She's onto us, she knows," she said playfully, glancing at her sister with a hint of mischief. But then she turned her attention back to Piper, her voice warm and reassuring. "Yes, Piper, we were heading to the attic. To find something old, something new..."

"Uh, something, something borrowed, something blue," Prue chimed in, quickly catching on to what Buffy was doing.

Buffy's smile widened with delight. "Yes," she affirmed.

"Right," Prue said. "We were gonna surprise you but now you caught us."

Piper's excitement was contagious, her eyes lighting up as she realized what was happening. "Oh," she said with enthusiasm, thrilled at the surprise her sisters had planned for her.

Prue and Buffy shared a knowing look. "Yeah, I mean, look, I told you, you have nothing to worry about today, alright? It's going to be a demon-free day," Prue reassured her, her voice carrying determination and love.

But just as they basked in the moment of joy, a sudden shimmering caught their attention, and Piper's excitement shifted to surprise and a touch of annoyance. "Hey!" Prue called out, recognizing Cole's arrival.

Cole's apology came quickly, his presence an unexpected twist in their plans. "Sorry I'm late," he said, perhaps not realizing the timing of his appearance.

Piper's eyes locked with Prue's, a mix of concern and frustration evident in her gaze. "You were saying?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Cole's presence added a layer of tension to the already emotional moment. "Near miss with a Zotar. Almost spotted me. Oh, don't worry, I lost him. I think."

Piper couldn't help but sigh, feeling the weight of their ongoing battle with demons. "You were saying. See? No matter what, a demon will attack today. It's just the natural order of our universe," she stated, her shoulders sagging with the weight of their eternal struggle.

Buffy tried to ease the tension with a light-hearted suggestion. "Piper, you have to stay positive. You know what? I think Pheebs has an old Celine Dion 'Behind The Music' on video cassette. Would you like to watch that?" she asked, attempting to distract Piper from the constant threat of demons.

Piper's response was sharp, her nerves on edge. "Would you like to get slapped?" she retorted, her emotions running high.

Prue stepped in to support Buffy, understanding her intention. "Hey, she's just trying to relax you," Prue defended her sister, her voice gentle yet firm.

Cole, trying to be helpful, offered to handle the demon threats. "Don't worry, leave the demons to me," he said confidently, ready to take on the responsibility.

But Buffy knew the cost of such a decision and reminded him of his promise to Phoebe. "Oh, no you don't. You promised Phoebe you were not gonna use your demonic powers anymore," she interjected.

Cole's voice carried a hint of regret as he apologized for his impulsive action. "Oh, sorry. Old habits," he admitted, aware of the delicate balance he needed to strike between his past as a demon and his desire to be a better person now.

Attempting to ease the tension and change the focus, Cole offered a gift to Piper. The small gesture was meant to convey his love and support, but Piper's emotions were still raw from the earlier discussion. She accepted the gift with a hesitant smile, the mixed feelings in her heart evident in her eyes.

Buffy, ever the peacemaker, intervened with a gentle suggestion. "Why don't you join Victor and Dad and get ready, Cole," she said, her voice carrying concern for Piper's emotional state.

As Prue and Buffy made their way up the stairs to the attic, they left behind a mix of emotions and complex dynamics.

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Buffy and Prue descended the stairs from the attic, a sense of frustration weighed heavily on them both. Buffy shook her head, her voice tinged with disappointment and concern. "I can't believe we didn't find anything in either Book about your dreams," she said, the weight of their unsuccessful search evident in her eyes.

Prue's shoulders sagged with a mixture of exhaustion and worry. "I know," she murmured, the weight of the unresolved dreams bearing down on her.

Feeling the pressure of time slipping away, Buffy's breath escaped in a weary sigh. "What are we gonna do? The wedding's in half an hour," she said, the urgency of the situation evident in her voice.

In that moment, Prue's response reflected her determination to overcome the challenges for the sake of her sister's special day. "Get ready, get set, get through it for Piper," she answered, her voice carrying a mix of resolve and love.

Buffy nodded, finding strength in Prue's words and the shared goal to make Piper's wedding day perfect. "For Piper," she echoed, her voice filled with determination and loyalty. With renewed purpose, they headed to their respective rooms.

In Piper's bedroom, the atmosphere was charged with emotion as she stood before the mirror, adorned in her exquisite wedding dress. She carefully put on her earrings, each touch a gentle reminder of the significance of the day. As she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, she was taken aback by what she saw – the faint, shimmering outlines of two familiar figures, Patty and Joyce, appearing behind her.

Piper's heart skipped a beat as the presence of her mother and beloved aunt washed over her. Their ethereal beauty and warmth filled the room, creating an inexplicable but powerful connection between the realms of the living and the departed. "Oh, you're so beautiful," Patty's tender voice whispered, her eyes shining with pride and love.

Beside her, Joyce's smile radiated pure joy as she admired her niece. "Your mom's right, you are beautiful," she said, her voice holding the weight of cherished memories and a deep bond.

The sight of her mother and aunt brought tears to Piper's eyes as she spun around to face them. "Mom? Aunt Joyce?" she uttered in awe and disbelief, emotions brimming within her.

As Buffy passed by the door to Piper's room, a soft and familiar voice called out, causing her to freeze in her tracks. The emotional significance of the moment washed over her, and she turned, hesitating for a brief moment before entering Piper's room. As she stepped inside, her eyes widened in astonishment, her heart pounding in her chest. "Mom?" she breathed, the word holding both hope and disbelief.

Joyce turned to face Buffy, her gentle smile filling the room with warmth and love. "Hello, my darling," she said, her presence bringing both comfort and tears to Buffy's eyes.

Beside her, Patty smiled as she looked at Piper, her motherly pride shining brightly. "Don't be afraid," she encouraged Piper, her voice a soothing balm for her daughter's astonished heart.

Piper's surprise was evident, her emotions swirling as she tried to comprehend the inexplicable moment before her. "Oh my god," she whispered, a mixture of awe and confusion in her voice. "But... it can't be because, um, ghosts, ghosts glow. You two are not glowing."

Patty's nod held a gentle reassurance as she sought to calm her daughter's concerns. "We're not ghosts. Well, not today. Today I am simply your mother and Patience is simply your aunt," she explained, her presence defying the usual boundaries between realms.

Buffy's curiosity mingled with her emotions, seeking an explanation for this extraordinary occurrence. "But, uh, how?" she asked, hoping to understand the divine forces at play.

With a smile that spoke of cherished memories, Patty looked at both her niece and her daughter, her words carrying a touch of divine intervention. "After all the Elders put Piper and Leo through, they wanted to give her something back, so, they sent me down, just for her wedding day," she revealed, her love for her family evident in every word. Her playful remark about her wedding day hairstyle brought a nostalgic smile to Joyce's face.

Joyce's own radiant smile reflected the joy of being reunited with her loved ones, even if just for this special day.

"You know, I think I wore my hair like this for my wedding day," Patty added, the memory holding a deep significance.

"You did Patty," Joyce confirmed.

Buffy's heart swelled with love and wonder, knowing that her mother and aunt were present for this momentous occasion. Yet, as she looked at Joyce, she couldn't help but voice the same question that echoed in Piper's mind. "Mom, I kind of have the same question as Piper," she said, her voice a blend of curiosity and emotional vulnerability, seeking to understand the divine magic that brought them all together.

Piper nodded, her eyes glistening with tears of love and longing as she looked at her mother, Patty. Memories of her mother's wedding day, preserved in a cherished album, were the solace she sought in her darkest hours. "You did," she confirmed softly, her voice filled with bittersweet memories. "I kept your wedding album after you died and...," she paused, touched by the gentle gesture of Patty fixing a strand of her hair. "And I looked at the pictures every night like a bedtime story," she added, the ache of missing her mother evident in her voice.

As Joyce turned her gaze to Buffy, her heart swelled with maternal affection. "My darling, Payson," she said, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. "I convinced the Elders that if they were going to send Patty, they should send me also. I wanted to see you in your maid of honor dress," she revealed, the joy of witnessing her daughter's big day evident in her eyes.

Patty's smile held an affectionate pride as she looked at Piper, her daughter. The years of separation had not diminished the love between them, and her words were a testament to Piper's significance within the family. "Piper, I always thought you'd be the first to get married. You, along with Buffy, are the heart of this family," she said, her voice laced with love and admiration.

Touched by her mother's words, Piper reached out to hold Patty's hand, wanting to savor every moment of this surreal yet beautiful reunion. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" she asked, her heart yearning for this moment to be real.

Buffy echoed Piper's sentiments, her voice carrying a mix of wonder and contentment. "If you are, so am I," she said, unable to contain her emotions. "And it's a dream I don't want to wake up from," she admitted, cherishing the warmth of her mother's presence.

With a loving smile, Patty reassured them both, "No, sweeties, neither of you are."

With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, Piper embraced her mother, uttering the word she longed to say for so long. "Mom," she whispered, the word filled with a lifetime of longing and love. She then turned to Joyce, pulling her aunt into her arms with equal affection. "Aunt Joyce," she said, her voice carrying the gratitude and love she felt for her departed loved ones.

Buffy, too, shared in the emotional reunion, embracing Patty and Joyce in a heartfelt display of love and gratitude. "Aunt Patty," she said, her voice filled with affection and respect for her aunt. As she held Joyce in her arms, she whispered the word she had yearned to say for so many years. "Mom," she said, the word capturing the depths of her love and longing for her mother.

As Prue and Phoebe walked into the room, they were met with a powerful and emotional scene.

As the emotions ran high in the room, Phoebe's surprise and awe were evident in her voice as she addressed her mother and aunt. "Mom. Aunt Joyce," she uttered in wonder, the sight of their beloved faces filling her heart with both joy and longing.

Piper's radiant smile carried a mix of happiness and validation. "It's true. They're real. They sent them to us for today," she explained, her voice holding the conviction that the divine forces had granted them this extraordinary reunion on her special day.

Patty, the image of warmth and compassion, walked over to Prue, her heart filled with motherly concern. "Oh, Prue. It's been so hard on you, unfair," she acknowledged, her voice carrying the weight of understanding the trials Prue had faced.

With a mix of resilience and vulnerability, Prue responded, her voice tinged with both sorrow and determination. "Yeah... no, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to make you proud," she said, the desire to be a source of pride for her departed mother shining through.

Patty's smile of love and admiration for her eldest daughter was evident as she reached out to comfort her. "You protected this family better than I could. I'm so proud of you," she affirmed, her words carrying the reassurance that Prue had indeed lived up to her expectations.

Joyce, her presence a symbol of love and support, approached Prue, acknowledging her role as a parental figure for Buffy. "I'm proud of you also, Prue. You've been doing a good job raising my daughter," she said, her voice holding the gratitude and respect for Prue's maternal dedication.

Prue's smile held a mixture of relief and gratitude as she embraced first her mother and then Joyce. "Thank you," she said, her voice carrying the depths of her emotions and her longing for this affirmation from her departed loved ones.

Patty turned her attention to Phoebe, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "And you, my baby, you feel it all, don't you? I was never there to comfort you. I died before you even knew me," she said with a touch of sadness, acknowledging the missed moments with her youngest daughter.

Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes as she listened to her mother's words, feeling the ache of the moments she had longed for but could never have with her. "Some nights I just wanted you to hold me," she confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability, revealing the deep longing she had carried in her heart for her mother's comfort.

Patty's love shone through her words as she spoke to Phoebe, her voice tender and reassuring. "Your road's been the longest, Phoebe. But I was never worried about you. You know why? Because I had a premonition the day you were born," she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and love for her youngest daughter.

Buffy's confusion and curiosity were evident in her furrowed brow as she asked about the premonition. "You did? How? I thought mom had the power of premonition," she said, seeking an explanation.

Patty nodded, her gaze fixed on Phoebe with fondness. "She does. But I got the premonition from Phoebe while she was still in my womb," she revealed, her voice carrying the wonder and mystery of the supernatural connection between them.

The anticipation was palpable as Piper asked, "What did you see?" Her heart yearned to know what her mother had foreseen on the day of Phoebe's birth.

Joyce's smile held a mix of nostalgia and joy as she recalled the shared premonition. "She saw this. I had the same premonition, actually, when Payson was born. We saw this moment right now, you three and Payson standing before us as beautiful young women," she explained, her voice filled with warmth and love for her nieces. "And I believe I speak for Patty in saying we knew that everything would be okay," she added, her words carrying the assurance that their love and guidance would always be with them.

Eager to hear more, Phoebe asked, "What did you see next?" Her curiosity about the premonition and her connection to her mother intensified.

Patty's smile was a testament to the motherly love that flowed through her. "I held you," she said, her voice catching with emotion as she pulled Phoebe into her arms, enveloping her in a long-awaited embrace.

When Phoebe stepped back, Patty turned her attention to Buffy, her tone playfully teasing. "Ah, sweet Buffy. You are not giving your cousins a hard time, are you?" she asked, her words carrying the affectionate concern of a mother.

ears glistened in Buffy's eyes as she shook her head, the weight of the past and the longing for familial connection evident in her voice. "No, Aunt Patty. And I no longer consider them my cousins," she admitted, her voice carrying a mixture of sorrow and resolution.

Joyce's heart softened as she looked at Patty, sharing a silent understanding between them. Turning her gaze back to her daughter, she spoke with a gentle yet poignant tone, "You consider them as sisters. Despite the fact that I kept you away, I had always hoped you would come to love them as such," she revealed, her voice tinged with remorse and a yearning for the bond that could have been.

Buffy's smile was tinged with bittersweet emotion as she nodded, her heart both aching and relieved to finally share this moment of honesty and acceptance. "Yeah, Mom," she said, her voice trembling with the weight of their complicated history and her desire for connection.

In a tender and heartfelt embrace, Patty and Joyce enveloped Buffy in their love, bridging the gaps of the past with the warmth of a mother's and aunt's affection. In that touching moment, the walls of pain and distance that had separated them seemed to melt away, leaving only the deep and enduring love that bound them together as family.

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In the bustling atmosphere downstairs, the wedding participants gathered anxiously in the room, except for Buffy, Joyce, Piper, and Patty, who were absent. Tension filled the air as the anticipation of the ceremony grew.

"Places, places, everyone," Grams urged, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness, as the doorbell suddenly chimed, interrupting the moment.

"Don't answer that," Prue interjected, her brows furrowed with concern.

"Can somebody answer that?" Piper's voice carried a touch of frustration as she called from upstairs.

A glimmer of determination shone in Prue's eyes, and she decided to check the door herself. Opening it, she was met with the unexpected sight of Darryl standing on the front porch. Surprise mixed with relief crossed her face, "Hey, you're late. Where were you?"

Without hesitation, Darryl's response carried a sense of urgency, "Out saving your ass." His emotional investment evident in the words.

"Huh?" Prue's confusion was palpable, not comprehending the gravity of the situation.

Darryl's expression turned grave as he explained, "Police have your picture. You're wanted for murder. They said you fled custody this morning. They don't have your name yet, but it's only a matter of time." A sense of worry and concern for Prue's safety weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Girls!" Grams' voice echoed with a mix of urgency and concern, calling the attention of the sisters amidst the chaos that had just unfolded.

Prue took charge, trying to keep her composure despite the turmoil. "Alright, let's just stay cool and we'll get downtown and straighten this out later," she said, her voice laced with determination and a touch of apprehension. "But we have to get through the wedding first, okay? For Piper?"

Phoebe nodded, her eyes reflecting a blend of loyalty and worry, and she joined Prue in looking at Darryl, silently pleading for his agreement. "For Piper," she affirmed, her words filled with emotional resonance. "You're supposed to say 'For Piper.'"

Darryl's face softened, understanding the gravity of the situation and the significance of their commitment. "Alright, it better be a quick wedding," he replied, his voice tinged with both understanding and a sense of urgency. As they all walked back into the room, Prue and Phoebe resumed their positions, trying to focus on the ceremony amid the turmoil.

Grams spoke with a mixture of delight and concern, "Everything looks perfect, except Victor, could you move a little to your left?"

Confused but compliant, Victor shifted position, asking, "Sure, why?"

Joyce and Patty gracefully moved up to stand beside Victor. The unexpected presence of Patty evoked a sense of surprise and nostalgia, and Victor's voice revealed his astonishment, "Patty... Patience," he said, his emotions clearly stirred by the unexpected reunion.

Patty's heart fluttered with a mix of emotions as she greeted her ex-husband, Victor, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Hello, Victor, how are you?"

Joyce's eyes held a glimmer of nostalgia as she exchanged a greeting with Victor, acknowledging the complexities of their shared history. Though separated by time and circumstance, there was a lingering connection that neither could deny.

Victor's composure wavered as he faced the unexpected return of his ex-wife. His emotions churned inside, a mix of surprise, confusion, and perhaps even a touch of unresolved feelings. "Good. I mean, I was good," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "Alright, who brought my ex-wife back from the dead?" His words came out half-joking, half-serious, a hint of vulnerability slipping through.

Grams, though accustomed to family dramas, couldn't help but feel exasperation at the timing of Victor's questions. Her eyes rolled with a mix of affectionate annoyance as she tried to steer the focus back to the wedding. "Not now, Victor. I know you two have issues, but that's what the reception is for." Her words carried a note of wisdom, emphasizing the importance of setting aside grievances for the joyous occasion.

Piper, arm in arm with Buffy, descended the stairs, radiating a mix of nervousness and joy. Victor stepped forward, extending his arm to escort his daughter down the aisle. A bittersweet smile graced Piper's face as she linked her arm with his, feeling a mixture of love and complicated history resurface in that moment. Together, Buffy and Victor walked her up to the altar, where Leo awaited.

"Here you go, Dad," Buffy said softly, handing Piper over to Leo, acknowledging the significance of the moment for their family.

Phoebe's excitement couldn't be contained, her voice carrying a mixture of happiness and disbelief, "We did it. It's really happening."

However, the joyous atmosphere was suddenly shattered as a man rode his motorcycle dramatically through the front door, wreaking havoc on the wedding setup. Chaos ensued, flowers and glassware scattered on the floor, and the atmosphere turned tense and uncertain.

"Prue!" the man called out, his voice heavy with emotion, the impact of his sudden appearance leaving everyone bewildered and on edge.

Panic and confusion engulfed the room as everyone's attention was drawn to the mysterious intruder who crashed the wedding. Buffy's voice carried a mix of disbelief and concern, "Who the hell is that?"

Prue's face contorted with distress, and she staggered, feeling her strength give way as the situation unfolded. "Oh, oh, oh no," she uttered before collapsing, causing Phoebe's heart to tighten with worry and fear. "Prue?" Phoebe's voice quivered with genuine concern for her sister's well-being.

In a surprising turn, Prue's astral form emerged, bringing both relief and astonishment to those witnessing the surreal event. "TJ," Astral Prue called out, her voice carrying a blend of familiarity and affection as she rushed towards the motorcycle. "You came," she expressed with a mix of gratitude and longing as she climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, finding some refuge in TJ's presence.

TJ's determination was evident as he assured Prue, "Had to beat the cops. I won't let them take you," his voice conveying both fierce loyalty and concern for her safety.

Caught in the whirlwind of events, Buffy demanded answers from Astral Prue, her voice tinged with frustration and worry, "Prue, what the hell is going on?"

Phoebe's desperation grew as she called after her sister, the emotional bond between them pulling at her heartstrings. "Prue, you get your astral ass back here!" she pleaded, but Prue and TJ were already on their way, driving the motorcycle through the front door, knocking over the wedding cake table in their haste.

The sight of the three-tiered wedding cake lying on the floor left Piper in shock, her gasp echoing the sense of disappointment and heartache that washed over her.

Phoebe turned to face Piper, concern etched across her face, "Honey..."

Fueled by frustration and hurt, Piper reached her breaking point, declaring, "Alright, that's it! The wedding is off!" Her veil fell to the floor, a symbol of shattered dreams and dashed hopes.

As Piper attempted to leave, she found her path obstructed by Phoebe, who stood on the train of her dress, torn between supporting her sister and understanding the complexity of the situation. "Phoebe!" Piper's plea held a mix of frustration and a plea for understanding.

Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes as she stepped off the train of Piper's dress, her voice filled with apologies, "Sorry! Sorry!" She could feel her heart breaking at the sight of her sister walking away from the wedding.

Desperation and concern consumed Phoebe as she watched Piper making her way towards the front door. "Piper, Piper, wait, think about this," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion, not wanting her sister to make a decision she might regret.

Piper tried to compose herself, but her hands shook as she pulled on a sweater, her heart torn between her desire to escape the chaos and her love for Leo. Phoebe couldn't bear to see her sister in such distress, the weight of the situation heavy on her shoulders.

"Piper, Piper, you cannot just leave," Phoebe implored, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and urgency, desperately hoping to reach her sister's heart.

But Piper's resolve was firm, her voice tinged with both sadness and frustration as she expressed her feelings, "Yes, I can. A demon I could have handled, but my big sister ruining my wedding, I cannot handle that." The disappointment in her voice was palpable, as if her dreams had been shattered.

Buffy sighed, feeling the weight of the situation as she attempted to offer a glimmer of hope, "Okay, just listen to us for one second. All we have to do is find a way." Her voice held a mix of determination and compassion, wanting to salvage the day for her sister.

But Piper shook her head, her heartache evident, "No, no, I don't want to find a way to get married on my wedding day. It's-it's too hard. There must be a reason." Her words echoed with a sense of resignation, as if fate had intervened.

Leo, torn between his own emotions, approached Piper, trying to find the right words to convey his love and support. "Piper..." he began, his voice gentle and caring, wanting to ease her pain.

Piper let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the moment crushing her spirit. "Leo, I'm sorry, but this is just the final straw. It's just not meant to be," she said, her voice filled with sadness and a sense of acceptance. With a heavy heart, she walked out the door, leaving behind a room filled with shattered hopes and tearful faces.

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In the living room, a somber atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Victor carefully laid Prue on the couch, his face etched with concern and sadness. Leo, Buffy, and Phoebe entered, each of them bearing the burden of the day's events on their shoulders.

Phoebe's voice quivered with emotion as she spoke, "I've never seen Piper so defeated." She took a seat on the opposite couch, seeking comfort in the presence of Leo and Buffy, who wrapped her arm around her father, a gesture of reassurance and solidarity. "Prue," Phoebe pleaded with her unconscious sister, her voice carrying a mix of desperation and love, "come on, wake up. Prue, come on."

Patty shook her head gently, her eyes brimming with sympathy, "Honey, you won't get her back that way." She understood the complexities of the situation, recognizing that a part of Prue sought escape and had manifested in her astral form.

Joyce nodded in agreement, her heart heavy with the knowledge that her daughter had been grappling with her own inner struggles. "A part of Prue wanted to escape, and it used her astral self to do it," she explained, her voice filled with empathy and understanding.

Grams' expression reflected a mix of sadness and responsibility, realizing that her presence might be an unwelcome reminder of the wedding that had been derailed. "If the wedding's off, I have to go. I'm only here to conduct the ceremony. I'm sorry," she said, disappearing in glowing orbs, leaving a void in the room that mirrored the sense of loss.

Victor's suggestion, though well-intentioned, touched a nerve with Patty and Joyce. His voice carried a tone of contemplation and a touch of resignation as he spoke, "Maybe Piper's right. Maybe the wedding just wasn't meant to be." He believed in the possibility of fate intervening, but Patty and Joyce knew that their daughters needed support rather than rationalizations.

"Victor," Patty and Joyce admonished in unison, urging him to be more mindful of the fragile emotional state of the family.

Feeling the weight of his words, Victor let out a sigh, understanding the pain and struggles that they all had endured. "All I'm saying is maybe the gods are just trying to spare them the pain that you and I went through, Patty," he expressed.

Leo's voice carried a mixture of conviction and determination as he shook his head in response to Buffy's words, "No. All I need is what's inside of me to know that Piper and I are meant to be together." His love for Piper shone in his eyes, unwavering in the face of the day's chaos and heartache. With a deep breath, he stood up, ready to face whatever lay ahead. "What happened here today..." his voice trailed off, the weight of the situation evident in his tone.

Buffy's nod expressed her agreement, her heart deeply moved by the power of Piper and Leo's love. Determination filled her voice as she asserted, "Piper and Dad's love have touched us all. We have to fix this." She recognized the urgency of the situation and the need to bring back the wedding's joy and harmony.

As Darryl's pager beeped, he felt the weight of his responsibilities. "I got to go fend off the posse," he announced, the concern for Prue evident in his voice. He knew he had to protect her from the authorities who saw her as a suspect in a crime.

Confusion clouded Victor's face as he asked, "What posse?" The unexpected revelation left him trying to grasp the unfolding events.

Darryl let out a heavy sigh, revealing the troubling truth. "Prue's wanted for murder. I'll stay in touch by cell phone," he explained, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his heart. With a heavy heart, he left the house, his duty as a cop now intertwined with his friendship for the Halliwells.

The revelation shocked Joyce, her brows furrowing with worry and disbelief. "Murder?" Her voice trembled with concern, unable to comprehend the gravity of the accusation against Prue.

Leo's gaze turned to Phoebe, his eyes searching for answers. The realization that she had known about Prue's situation brought a mix of concern and confusion. "You knew about this?" he inquired, hoping to understand the truth behind the troubling revelation.

Phoebe's expression was a mix of guilt and sadness, acknowledging her recent knowledge of the situation. "I just found out when Darryl told Prue. But it's obviously a mistake. I mean, Prue wouldn't murder anybody," she defended her sister, her voice conveying her unwavering faith in Prue's innocence. Her love for her sister was resolute, and she refused to believe the worst about Prue, even in the face of daunting accusations.

An air of uncertainty and tension hung in the room as Cole expressed his doubts, his voice tinged with concern. "You sure?" he asked, genuinely wrestling with the possibility that Prue's astral form might be responsible for the troubling events. "I mean, Prue's astral form seems to have taken a life of its own. How do you know she didn't do it?"

Buffy's response was filled with determination and unwavering faith in her sister. "Because Phoebe and I know her," she affirmed, her voice carrying a mix of conviction and love.

Cole's sigh reflected a touch of resignation, acknowledging the strength of Buffy and Phoebe's bond with Prue. He couldn't deny the emotional connection between them and understood the depth of their knowledge about their sister.

"At least we think we do." Phoebe said as she glanced at Buffy.

Leo's voice carried a sense of urgency as he instructed everyone on the plan to save the wedding and Prue. "Alright, alright, you guys find Piper, bring her back here somehow," he urged, his voice conveying both concern for Piper's well-being and determination to reunite the family. "Buffy, Phoebe, Book of Shadows, see if there's a spell to bring astral Prue back. Cole, you and I are gonna do a little investigating of our own. Alright, come on, you guys. We've got a wedding to save." His tone was authoritative yet compassionate, focused on finding a solution amid the chaos.

"Mom, would you help Phoebe?" Buffy requested, knowing that her mother's guidance and presence would be valuable in the search for a solution.

Joyce's response was immediate and caring, "Of course, dear," she said, her voice conveying the love and support she had for her daughter and her nieces.

Turning to Patty and Victor, Buffy sought their cooperation with a mix of determination and readiness for action. "Ready for a flame express?" she asked, her eyes meeting Patty's and Victor's. They shared a moment of understanding, realizing the urgency of the situation and the need to act swiftly.

Patty and Victor exchanged a quick glance, their emotions united in the common goal to help Prue and Piper. With a resolute nod, they signaled their readiness, and Buffy took their hands, and in a swirl of fiery flames the three of them disappeared.

Red Jack Saloon

Leo and Cole materialized outside the dimly lit bar's restroom; their arrival concealed from prying eyes. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the lively chatter of patrons, their attention absorbed by the rowdy atmosphere.

Cole's eyes swept across the scene, taking in the pool tables, scantily-clad women, and the formidable presence of San Francisco's toughest bikers. "Interesting place to dream about."

"Especially for Prue," Leo agreed sharing Cole's sentiment as he surveyed the surroundings, his distaste evident.

The bar's gritty ambiance clashed with the image of Prue, a woman who exuded grace and sophistication. Determined to find answers, they decided that lurking near the restrooms offered no solution. With purpose in their steps, they moved away from the wall, seamlessly blending into the crowd.

Analyzing the information shared by Inspector Morris, Cole formed a hypothesis. "Based on what Morris said, someone must have stabbed the victim after Astral Prue disappeared," he concluded, his eyes scanning the rough and rugged assembly.

Leo, too, surveyed the crowd, unease etched on his face. "Looking at this crowd, it could be anyone," he remarked, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Cole shook his head, correcting Leo's assumption. "No, not just anyone," he responded, his voice tinged with certainty. His demonic instincts, suppressed for the sake of his love for Phoebe, came to the surface. He possessed a heightened sense of perception, an ability to discern the heart of a true killer. "Very few humans have the heart of a true killer. One who kills without prejudice."

Leo's gaze locked with Cole's, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism in his eyes. "How do you know?" he challenged, eager to understand Cole's claim, even as he tested the depths of his commitment to righteousness.

Cole nonchalantly shrugged, his gaze unwavering. "I can sense it. Before I suppressed my demonic self for Phoebe, I could feel the emergence of the darkness within human killers," he explained. And there, a few feet ahead, seated at the bar, was his target. To an ordinary human or even a Whitelighter, the man blended seamlessly into the dingy backdrop. But Cole, with his supernatural senses, detected something different. He subtly sniffed the air, his heightened olfactory senses offering a revealing clue. The distinct metallic scent wafting from the man's body confirmed his suspicions. "He's here."

Leo tensed, a surge of anticipation coursing through him. "The murderer?" he inquired, ready to take action.

Cole's response was measured, his focus still fixed on his quarry. "That he's our killer, no, he's got fresh blood on his hands. Go update Morris," he instructed, acknowledging the need for further investigation.

Payson's

As the fiery flames dissipated, Buffy, Patty, and Victor found themselves in the heart of the near empty club. The emotions ran deep as they stood together, facing the challenging task ahead. Patty, with a mix of determination and apprehension, turned to Victor, her voice tender yet cautious, "Just let me do the talking. You always had a way of saying the wrong thing when they were young."

Victor's head shook in disagreement, a hint of frustration surfacing in his response, "Wrong, according to you. You never were open to what I had to say because you wanted to raise them as witches… Instead of little girls."

Buffy's suggestion of a group effort brought a sense of unity and understanding. "Maybe it should be a group effort." Her voice carried compassion and wisdom as she acknowledged the complexities of their family dynamics. They nodded in agreement, recognizing that coming together was the best approach for reaching Piper.

Approaching Piper with concern in their eyes, they expressed their worry. "We were worried," Patty said, addressing her daughter, her voice conveying a mix of love and concern.

Piper's weary sigh revealed her feelings of guilt and disappointment. "I'm sorry, I let everyone down," she admitted, her voice laced with a sense of regret.

Victor shook his head gently, wanting to offer his daughter reassurance and comfort. "Honey, you have nothing to apologize for," he said, his voice tender and filled with paternal love.

Buffy wholeheartedly agreed, recognizing Piper's strength and resilience. "It is a tribute to you and dad that you made it as far as you did," she affirmed, acknowledging the challenges they had faced as a family.

Piper's response held a mixture of vulnerability and sadness, as she confronted the reality of her shattered dreams. "Yeah, but we didn't make it all the way," she confessed, her heart heavy with the sense of loss.

Tears welled up in Patty's eyes as she tried to find the right words, "Not yet maybe, but..." Her voice carried a mix of hope and sadness, knowing that the future was uncertain and that love could find a way.

Piper's voice quivered with a sense of resignation as she interjected, "Not ever. I mean, I think it's obvious, don't you?" Her heartache was evident, her emotions raw and exposed.

Buffy refused to accept defeat, her voice determined as she shook her head, "Destined to be? Oh, I don't believe that."

Patty's words echoed Buffy's sentiments, her voice gentle yet firm, "Neither do I, and I don't think that you really believe that either." She knew her daughter, sensing that Piper's heart was conflicted, torn between her fears and her longing for love.

Piper's sigh carried the weight of her doubts and insecurities. "Don't I?" she questioned, her eyes searching for reassurance and understanding. "All I have to do is look at you and dad and Aunt Joyce and Uncle Hank to see where I might end up if I marry Leo. I mean, look at the track record. The Halliwells, we are blessed as witches and we are cursed as women. Sometimes I think we're all destined to end up alone."

Patty tried to offer comfort, attempting to dispel Piper's concerns. "You don't really..." she started, but her words faltered, realizing that the pain in her daughter's heart ran deep. "I mean, just because…" She turned to Victor, seeking his support.

"You think your mother and I were cursed?" Victor asked.

Piper's gaze met Victor's, her voice trembling as she sought answers, "Don't you?" Her heartache was evident as she looked at her parents, grappling with the complexities of love and relationships within the Halliwell family.

As Victor looked at Patty, his smile carried a mixture of nostalgia and fondness. "Honestly, I look back at those days as the best of my life," he began, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I loved your mother, she was the best thing that ever happened to me until the three of you came along." The memories of their love and the joy of starting a family together still held a special place in his heart.

"But your marriage still didn't last." Piper's words stirred a sense of regret in Victor's heart, acknowledging the pain of their failed marriage.

"Yeah, that hurt. A lot. But it was our love that gave birth to you and your sisters. Maybe that was my destiny," Victor reflected, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and acceptance. He understood that sometimes love's purpose might not always lead to forever, but the beauty of love was in the moments it created.

Piper's need for solitude weighed heavily on her. "I'm sorry, I just need to be alone," she expressed, her voice carrying a touch of vulnerability and sadness as she walked away.

Patty's tender words brought a smile to Victor's face. "Not bad for a guy who always says the wrong things," she remarked, her love for him evident in her voice.

"I agree, Dad," Buffy said, expressing her affection for Victor.

Victor's gratitude was evident in his response, though his heart still held a tinge of uncertainty. "Thanks. I just wish I knew that it helped," he confessed, wishing he could ease Piper's pain and find the right words to offer solace.

Golden Gate Park

TJ lay in the grass of the park, his gaze fixed on astral Prue as they sat together. The sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a gentle glow on their faces. TJ couldn't help but be captivated by her presence, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Curiosity tugged at TJ's mind, and he turned his head to look at astral Prue. "I've just got to know," he said, his voice filled with genuine interest. "How did you manage to escape from the cops?"

Astral Prue's smile faltered slightly, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "You know, I don't really want to talk about that," she replied, her voice carrying a touch of vulnerability. "I mean, I'm here now, and that's what truly matters, right?"

TJ's brows furrowed with concern as he mulled over her response. "Yeah, but for how long?" he wondered, a touch of worry seeping into his words.

The question hung in the air, causing astral Prue to pause and contemplate. She regarded TJ; her expression thoughtful. "Do you care?" she asked, her voice gentle yet searching, hoping for reassurance.

TJ shrugged, a mixture of sincerity and lightheartedness in his gesture. "Well, I did crash your sister's wedding," he admitted, a wry smile forming on his lips.

Astral Prue chuckled softly, a genuine warmth radiating from her. "Yes, you did," she acknowledged, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

TJ continued; his tone sincere. "And I am harboring you from the cops," he added, a mix of responsibility and protectiveness in his words.

Astral Prue's smile grew, appreciation evident in her expression. "And I appreciate that," she said gratefully, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

TJ shook his head lightly, his voice laced with affectionate banter. "I may definitely pass for a state behavior," he commented, acknowledging the predicament they found themselves in.

Astral Prue's gaze met his, her eyes shining with an unspoken connection. "So then why are you still talking?" she playfully questioned, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

"Prue, I don't need much, but I need to know one thing," TJ said as he sat up and looked toward her. He was sure he already knew the answer. "Are you going to take off from me again tonight?"

"You know, I hadn't really thought about it," astral Prue said with a shrug. "I mean, for the first time in my life I'm free, so I'm sort of just living moment to moment. Is that okay?"

TJ nodded. "I'm cool with that."

"Cool with that," astral Prue echoed.

TJ leaned forward, meeting her halfway, their lips touching in a gentle and heartfelt kiss. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the palpable connection they shared.

But suddenly, astral Prue's blissful moment of freedom was shattered by an abrupt pull, a force trying to reclaim her. Panic seized her, and she hastily broke away from the kiss, her eyes filled with urgency. "Oh, not now," she exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration.

"What's wrong?" TJ's concern grew as astral Prue jumped up and rushed off, leaving him bewildered and calling out after her. "Prue? Prue, where are you going?" he called out, his voice tinged with worry.

Astral Prue vanished into the bushes, her fingers gripping a tree tightly as she fought against the impending return. "No, I'm free. I'm not going back," she declared, her determination fierce, only to disappear moments later, leaving behind an emptiness that echoed in TJ's heart.

Halliwell Manor

Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes as she and Joyce desperately searched through both Books of Shadows, their emotions intertwined with hope and fear. They longed for a way to bring Prue back, to mend the shattered pieces of their family.

As Joyce found a potential solution, her voice carried a mix of excitement and trepidation, "I got something," she said, her eyes meeting Phoebe's with a glimmer of hope. She moved Buffy's Book of Shadows in front of Phoebe, the shared determination evident between them.

Phoebe's smile lit up the room as she looked at the book, her heart racing with anticipation. "Gotcha," she whispered, feeling a surge of determination and love for her sister. With a deep breath, she read the spell in the book, her voice carrying both resolve and vulnerability.

Astral Prue appeared before them, her presence evoking a sense of distress and desperation. Her arms outstretched as if clutching onto something, she cried out defiantly, "No, I will not let you take me!" Her confusion and turmoil were evident as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

Phoebe's smile remained even as Astral Prue expressed her anger. "Nice spell, huh?" she remarked, trying to inject a touch of lightness into the situation, though her heart ached at the sight of her sister in such distress.

Astral Prue's frown deepened, and her words were tinged with bitterness, "How dare you." Her emotions were raw and unpredictable.

Joyce's expression turned somber as she addressed her niece, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment and concern, "How dare you, Prue," she said, the weight of the wedding's disruption and its impact on Piper evident in her words.

Phoebe's voice joined in, her tone gentle yet firm, "Now, Prue, Aunt Joyce and I don't know what's going on with you, but you have got to pull yourself together." Her love for Prue was unwavering, but she recognized the urgency of helping her sister find her way back from the turmoil that had consumed her.

Tension filled the room as Astral Prue expressed her determination to leave. "I'm out of here," she declared, her voice tinged with frustration and defiance as she headed for the front door.

But Joyce, driven by her love for her niece, took a stand and moved to block Astral Prue's path, her voice carrying a mix of authority and concern, "Prudence Elizabeth Halliwell. You will listen to us."

Astral Prue's emotions erupted as she yelled back, her anguish and desperation evident, "You know what? You cannot stop me, alright. I am never going back. I'm not going..." Her words trailed off, lost in the depths of her inner turmoil.

Phoebe, trying to reach her sister, took decisive action. She grabbed Astral Prue and spun her around to face her own physical body lying on the couch. The moment was filled with a mix of tenderness and determination as Phoebe sought to ground Astral Prue in reality.

But Astral Prue's frustration persisted, her voice carrying a mix of sadness and rebellion, "Alright, you know what? I am sick of this. She is all about duty and obligation, well not me. Alright, I want to be free, I want to find love, I want to have a life."

Phoebe's response held a sense of truth and responsibility, "Well, Prue, you have responsibilities whether you like it or not," she said, her voice tinged with empathy and understanding.

But Astral Prue shook her head in defiance, refusing to accept her sister's words. "Don't talk to me about being responsible, Phoebe," she retorted, her emotions running high. "Alright, neither you nor Buffy were very responsible when you both went and fell in love with demons."

Joyce tried to understand the root of Astral Prue's anger, asking a poignant question, "Is this what this is about? Your mad at Phoebe for falling in love with Cole and Buffy with Angel?" Her voice held a mix of curiosity and concern, hoping to uncover the deeper issues troubling her niece.

Astral Prue's revelation brought a somber twist to the situation, her voice filled with an undercurrent of longing and resignation. "I'm not mad at either of them, Aunt Joyce," she clarified, her emotions laid bare. "I never was." She motioned towards her physical body, indicating that it was her dormant self who held any resentment. "She was. I was rooting for them," she expressed, her feelings of support for her sisters' love lives evident.

Phoebe's heart sank as she realized the complexity of the situation, her voice tinged with concern. "Okay, now you're scaring me," she admitted, struggling to comprehend the inner turmoil that her sister was experiencing.

Astral Prue's nod confirmed Phoebe's fears. As she looked at her sister, her voice carried a sense of yearning, "You risked everything for love, just like Buffy… just like Piper and Leo. I dream of having that kind of freedom, but instead, I get stuck watching my sisters live my dream." Her words were filled with a bittersweet mix of admiration for her sisters' choices and a sense of her own unfulfilled desires.

Phoebe's realization hit her like a revelation, her voice growing more confident as she connected the dots, "Wait a minute," she said, her eyes widening with understanding. "You astraled out in a dream when your subconscious takes over." The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and she recognized the psychological dynamics at play.

Astral Prue questioned Phoebe's insight, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism, "So what?"

Phoebe's response came with newfound clarity, drawing from her knowledge of psychology, "So, I just studied this in psych 101," she explained. "Freud. You're the ID. Prue's inner desires. Which means that she is the ego. The control factor." Her voice held a mix of fascination and empathy, realizing the complex interplay of emotions within her sister's psyche.

Joyce, too, grasped the significance of the revelation, her voice filled with understanding, "Of course," she said, her motherly instincts kicking in as she comprehended the inner struggle Prue was facing.

Astral Prue glanced towards her physical body, a sense of frustration evident in her gaze. "Yeah, well, she is one big remote control and she's always got me on pause," she expressed, feeling trapped and unheard.

Phoebe's smile was a mix of empathy and understanding as she gazed at her sister, her voice gentle yet earnest. "I think I understand," she began, her words carrying the weight of realization. "The sacrifices that you've made for us over the years and the sacrifices you now make for Buffy. They made you suppress your inner desires."

Astral Prue, sitting on the couch beside her physical body, seemed to absorb Phoebe's words with a sense of contemplation. "Yeah, well, don't tell me, tell her," she responded, her emotions a mix of frustration and longing.

But Joyce, ever the caring and wise figure, took a seat on the coffee table in front of Astral Prue, her voice soft and compassionate, "Prue, we're telling you because you are two sides of my niece." Her words carried the essence of familial love and understanding, aiming to bridge the gap between Prue's astral self and her physical self.

Phoebe nodded, her voice echoing Joyce's sentiments, "Aunt Joyce is right. You are two sides of my sister." Her eyes held a sense of earnestness and concern. "Prue, you have to stop devoting your entire self to the Charmed Ones. It'll tear you apart. Literally."

Astral Prue looked thoughtful, grappling with her own feelings and their impact on her loved ones. "Is Piper very mad at me?" she wondered, her gaze drawn towards the remnants of Piper's ruined wedding.

Phoebe's smile carried reassurance, "She'll get over it. And you know why? Because we're okay now, Piper, Buffy, and me. We've all got passion and purpose in our lives, and you gave us that." Her voice held gratitude and admiration for her sister's selflessness.

Astral Prue seemed surprised at Phoebe's revelation, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "I did?" she asked, needing confirmation.

Joyce nodded, her eyes filled with warmth and appreciation, "You did. You took care of your sisters, which in turn led you to taking care of Buffy after I died. For which I am most grateful." Her words carried a sense of admiration and love for her niece. "But now it's time for you to take care of yourself," she urged, wanting Prue to find the balance between her responsibilities and her own desires.

As Astral Prue looked towards her body, a sense of resolution filled the air as she faded from view, projecting herself back into her physical form. Prue's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, her heart pounding from the intensity of the experience.

"Welcome back," Phoebe greeted, her voice infused with relief and love for her sister.

Prue's gratitude was evident as she looked at her sister and her aunt, her voice soft yet sincere, "Thanks, for everything, both of you." She stood up, her emotions in turmoil as she walked into the other room, confronting the devastation that she and TJ had caused when they rode out on his motorcycle. The weight of regret settled upon her as she realized the impact of her actions. "Oh, no. I cannot believe I wrecked Piper's wedding," she lamented, her voice filled with anguish.

Phoebe tried to offer comfort, her words carrying a sense of understanding, "Only a part of you did," she reassured.

Amidst the turmoil, Prue couldn't help but wonder if there was still a chance to make things right. "Is it too late to fix it?" she questioned, her voice tinged with hope and desperation.

But just as she spoke, the lights went out, adding to the sense of chaos and uncertainty. "Oh, now what?" Phoebe groaned in frustration, feeling overwhelmed by the events unfolding.

Suddenly, the front door flew open, and uniformed cops burst in, their presence sending shockwaves through the room. "Police!" one of them called out, their authoritative tone adding to the tension. "Stay where you are! Don't move!"

Prue's heart sank as she faced the inevitable. The inspector in charge approached her, his stern expression revealing the gravity of the situation. "Prue Halliwell?" he said, his voice holding a mix of duty and firmness. "You're under arrest… for murder."

Red Jack Saloon

Prue's stint in jail would be short-lived. The moment Leo and Darryl approached Cole with news of Prue's arrest for murder, Cole sprang into action. He had been meticulously observing the murderer, formulating a simple plan of attack. Surprising everyone, he decided to confront the man directly.

Like a predator stalking its prey, Cole abandoned his drink, putting up a facade, and followed the biker outside. The man casually smoked a cigarette, oblivious to the imminent change in his life.

"Is that the spot where they found the body?" Cole abruptly interjected, aiming to grab the man's attention and unsettle him. He preferred to keep his demonic nature hidden as much as possible.

The biker was taken aback by the unexpected question. "Who are you?" he demanded to know.

Cole nonchalantly shrugged, closing the distance. "I'm here to find out what you know about the murder that took place here last night."

Though imperceptible to regular human eyes, the biker subtly tensed at the mention of the murder. Cole inwardly smirked; he had found his target. While attempting to conceal it, the biker's fear was unmistakable to a half-demon like Cole.

"Show me your badge," the biker demanded, trying to regain control of the situation.

Chuckling, Cole moved closer. "Oh, no, I'm not a cop." If only the biker knew that Cole used to be an ADA. Just to gauge the man's reaction, he added, "I'm a fortune teller, and I predict you're going to give me a confession."

The biker scoffed, attempting to mask his nervousness. "You're a funny man, huh? Excuse me."

As the man tried to walk away, Cole refused to let him. He grabbed the biker's shoulder, provoking a retaliatory shove that threw Cole off-balance, causing him to collide with a nearby bike. Cole allowed it; this man was no match for him, even when he brandished a blood-stained knife. Amusement tinged with darkness washed over Cole. The biker clearly wanted to fight, or rather kill, but he had no idea whom he was dealing with.

"I suppose that's the knife you used on the victim when you found him unconscious, right?" Cole taunted, deftly dodging a knife swing.

Growling, the biker snarled, "Want a closer look?" He swung downward, but Cole effortlessly halted the blow, holding the larger man's wrist effortlessly above his head. Bewildered and shocked by his inability to overpower the smaller man, the biker exerted more force. Yet, he was no match for Cole's demonic strength.

"One more chance," Cole hissed. "Confess now and cooperate with the police."

The biker sneered, "Or what?" Instantly, he regretted asking that question.

Cole's features contorted, transforming not into a smirk or a glare, but into his demonic form. His prey watched in horror as the man before him grew in stature, towering menacingly. Human traits dissolved, revealing a terrifying visage of red and black, complete with intimidating, pointed teeth. Teeth that were now bared in their demonic splendor.

"Or face me," Belthazor growled. Just then, Darryl and Leo rushed outside. Leo showed no reaction to the demonic presence before him, but Darryl nearly had a heart attack. Having never witnessed Cole's demonic form, he fumbled to draw his gun and aim it at the imposing figure. Leo prevented him from pulling the trigger.

Belthazor turned the biker to face Darryl and Leo. "I believe he's ready to talk."

With cautious steps, Darryl approached to take the murderer into custody. The biker complied willingly, desperate to escape the clutches of the demon who had captured him. Darryl apprehended him with a mix of grim satisfaction and hope that Piper's wedding could still be salvaged.

With their task complete, Cole and Leo had no choice but to return to the Manor.

Halliwell Manor

Joyce and Phoebe found themselves gathered on the couch; the same spot previously occupied by Prue. Tension filled the air, mingled with a glimmer of hope.

A smile spread across Cole's face as Phoebe hurriedly approached him, embracing him tightly. "Good news?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Cole nodded; a sense of relief evident on his face. "We found him. He confessed," he confirmed, providing the much-awaited reassurance.

Phoebe exhaled deeply, the weight of worry lifting from her shoulders. "Good. We have some positive developments as well. Well, partially positive, at least. Buffy, Mom, Dad?"

Buffy, Victor, and Patty stepped forward, their presence commanding attention. Patty began to speak, her voice calm yet determined. "We spoke to Piper. Managed to convince her to find some calm amidst the chaos."

Victor's voice carried a glimmer of hope as he added his input. The weight of anticipation filled the room as he spoke. "And I think we made progress." His gaze turned towards Leo. "She expressed the need for solitude to reflect and contemplate her thoughts."

Leo, although wishing Piper had returned with Patty, Buffy, and Victor, understood the profound significance of her longing for solitude. The events of the day had taken an emotional toll on everyone present. All they could do now was wait patiently, granting Piper the space and time she needed to find solace and gain clarity amidst the whirlwind of recent events.

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Two hours had passed, and their wait continued. The clock's hands seemed to mock Leo as he anxiously glanced at it. 11:54 pm. Frustration and concern etched lines on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't understand. Prue should have returned by now; the police have the killer."

Cole chimed in with a suggestion, trying to rationalize the delay. "They might have held her over for escaping custody," he proposed, hoping to alleviate Leo's worries.

Victor fidgeted with growing anxiety; his impatience evident in his gaze as he scanned the darkened room. "Can we at least get some light while we wait?" he implored, his frustration seeping into his words.

Phoebe, ever composed, offered a patient reminder. "No, Dad, the police cut the power line," she explained as she and Joyce lit some candles, providing a soft glow that filled the room. Her gesture was unnecessary, given their supernatural abilities, but it added a sense of comfort.

Suddenly, the room was graced with a gentle glow as Grams materialized before them. However, her appearance did not bring the news they had hoped for. "I'm sorry, Patty… Patience," she apologized solemnly. "They sent me to take you both back."

Buffy protested; her voice tinged with desperation. "No, it's not midnight yet, we still have five more minutes," she pleaded, standing by her mother's side as if her mere presence could defy fate.

Victor berated himself, filled with regret. "I should have said something more to convince Piper," he reproached himself, realizing that Piper would not have the joy of having her mother or aunt present on her wedding day.

Patty shook her head, her voice filled with reassurance. "But you said everything," she comforted him. "You were wonderful."

Buffy chimed in, offering her agreement. "You were, Dad," she added, acknowledging the heartfelt effort Victor had put into his words.

Just as their anxiety peaked, the moment they had been anxiously waiting for arrived. Prue, accompanied by Darryl, walked through the battered door, meeting their expectant gazes. Prue's return was a surprise, but it brought relief to everyone's faces. Soon after, Piper followed suit, rushing through the door, adorned in the attire of a hurried and harried bride.

Piper's commanding voice cut through the room's tension. "Alright, what are we waiting for?" she demanded, striding up to Leo with a mix of determination and relief. She grinned, almost mischievously. "Don't look so shocked."

In that moment, the heaviness that had engulfed the Manor lifted, and an air of joy permeated the space. The wedding was back on, and the couple for whom the day was truly meant took the lead, guiding them back to the altar. Grams, once again positioned behind it, prepared to officiate the ceremony, knowing time was of the essence.

Tears glistened in Buffy's eyes as she carefully placed the veil on Piper's head, her hands trembling with emotion. "You look beautiful, you know that?" she whispered, her voice filled with love and admiration for her sister on her wedding day.

Piper's smile was radiant as she gazed at Buffy, her eyes shining with joy. "So do you, sis," she replied, her voice soft and filled with sisterly affection. She wrapped her arms around Buffy, the embrace a testament to their unbreakable bond.

Victor, the man who once held disdain for all Whitelighters, offered to be Leo's best man. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of the bond they had formed.

Phoebe's realization dampened the excitement slightly. "Oh, no, there's no power for music," she admitted, acknowledging the absence of one element they had hoped to include in the ceremony.

Grams using her ghostly powers made the wind chimes chime melodiously, adding a touch of magic to the atmosphere.

Joyce, with a hint of satisfaction in her voice, inquired, "Alright, is that the best that we can do on the lights?"

As Leo conjured a cloud of radiant orbing lights, filling the room with a warm glow, Prue expressed her approval. "That's more like it," she remarked, appreciating the improved ambiance.

Grams cleared her throat, her presence commanding attention. "We are gathered here today to unite two souls as one," she began, her voice carrying a solemn tone. "Do you, Leo Wyatt, and Piper Halliwell, join us here of your own free will to acknowledge the eternal bond shared by both of you?"

"I do," Leo and Piper affirmed simultaneously, their voices filled with conviction.

"Please, face each other and join hands," Grams instructed, and Leo and Piper turned to meet each other's gaze, their hands intertwining. "Leo, you may recite your vows," she prompted, granting Leo the floor.

With sincerity in his eyes, Leo spoke from the depths of his heart. "Piper, through all the tears and struggles, I always knew in my heart that we'd make it here," he declared, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "I promise to love and respect you from this point forward as your husband, as my wife, my lover, my friend, and my soulmate. All I am is yours."

"Piper," Grams said turning her attention to her granddaughter.

Piper's eyes glistened with love and gratitude as she reciprocated Leo's heartfelt words. "Leo, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me," she expressed, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "I was afraid that you were too good to be true, that maybe I didn't deserve someone so pure, beautiful, and loving as you are. But here we are, surrounded by the people that I love the most, and I feel so proud and blessed to be your wife. Leo, I was born to love you, and I always will."

With their vows declared, Grams proceeded to bind their commitment using a telekinetically conjured rope that loosely tied Piper and Leo's hands together. "Here before witnesses, Leo and Piper have sworn their vows towards each other. With this cord, I bind them to those vows," she announced, her voice carrying a sense of authority and reverence.

"Heart to thee, body to thee, always and forever, so mote it be," Leo and Piper recited in unison, their voices harmonizing in a sacred pledge.

"So, mote it be," echoed the gathered attendees as the clock struck twelve, signifying the arrival of the long-awaited moment.

"Kiss her, fast," Grams urged, knowing the significance of the fleeting seconds.

Leo complied, sealing their vows with a passionate kiss that ignited a spark of shared love, a kiss that resonated with all those present, filling the room with a tangible sense of joy and celebration.