Post by maybelline1802 on Oct 27, 2005 12:47:10 GMT -5
This is my first fic on the charmed boards here. I write on Fanfiction.net as well. After watching the first and second seasons on DVD, I decided to write this. The first chapter's a little slow, but it will get more interesting later (hopefully); wherever the plot demon shall take us!
She laid a single, red rose onto his coffin. A tear fell down a worn path on her cheek, and she tasted salt in the corner of her mouth. "I love you, Andy," Prue whispered. She stood up, her back to her sisters, and blinked hard to rid the moisture from her eyes. Brushing the coffin with her fingertips one last time, she turned and went back to her sisters.
"Oh, Prue," Phoebe murmured, enveloping her in her arms. Prue buried her face in her little sister's shoulder. Feeling Piper next to her, she allowed herself to cry. She was safe.
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2 Months Later
“- going to be a beautiful day!" a radio personality blared as Prue's alarm went off. She groaned and rolled over, groping for the snooze button. Pulling herself out of bed, she stared out the window, hoping against hope that this was finally the end of the nightmare. She'd suffered two months of agonizing guilt over Andy's death. Maybe today, she'd wake up. He'd be alive and at her front door.
After a long, hot shower, she went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Piper's cup was in the sink, informing her that she'd already left for work. Phoebe was most likely still in bed. Oh, the lucky ones who didn't have to go to work...
The doorbell rang, and Prue looked at her watch. It wasn't even 8:00. "Bizarre," she mumbled to herself as she strode to answer it. Pulling open the door, she was greeted with a shocking sight. One she never, ever expected to see.
"Andy?" she whispered, unbelieving and in shock.
The man standing on her front step nodded slowly, his face solemn.
"What - why are you - how-?" Prue stammered.
Andy shushed her, and stepped forwards, his arms opening to her. She moved forwards into his arms, and pressed her face into his shoulder, feeling the warm leather of his jacket on her cheek. After a moment, she jerked away, realizing that this couldn't be him. He was dead. She brushed away the beginning of a tear and put on her stony face, her emotion mask.
"If you're Andy, then what are you doing here?" she interrogated him.
He put up his hands in defence of her verbal ammunition. "I am Andy," he said, "And I came down here to tell you that I'm going to be back in your life for awhile."
For a moment she just stared at him. Then something clicked. "Down here?" she asked. "Andy, are you...?"
"A whitelighter," he confirmed.
"But why?" she asked softly.
He chuckled. "Apparently, it's because I've spent all my life doing good, and died to save you and your sisters. Or, at least that's what They told me."
"But Leo said that whitelighters couldn't contact the people that they'd left behind. He wasn't allowed to go see his family."
"This is a special condition, because you are witches. It doesn't seem concrete, but it's enough for me. I would have given anything to see you again, to be with you again."
"But you can't!" Prue stressed. "Whitelighters are forbidden-"
" - To love witches, I know," Andy finished.
Prue couldn't think of anything else to say. Finally, she decided stating the obvious would be best. "Andy, we can't be together."
"Yes we can. They don't know everything that goes on down here. I'm willing to break the rules for you."
"They'll take away your wings," she protested.
"So let them. Prue, do you remember the conversation we had the day that I died?"
"Yes, in the park?" she asked, suspicious.
"You said you loved me, and I said that I loved you too. I know that I still feel the same way, how can I not? The question is, do you?"
"I don't know if I can love you, knowing that we can never really be together. You're dead, and un-aging at that. And we can't. It's just... not allowed."
"Remember another conversation. The one we had right after I died. I told you that I'd always be there for you. I'm here, keeping that promise."
Prue sighed, giving in to what she'd wanted for the past two months. "I love you, Andy, she whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder again.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs. She pulled apart from Andy, and saw Phoebe descending the stairs.
"Morning Pheebs," she said, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible.
"Morning, Prue. Andy," she said offhand as she shuffled into the kitchen in search of coffee. After a brief moment, her face popped back around the corner, a shocked look slowly crossing it.
"What... is... he... doing... on... our... doorstep?" she asked slowly, in a high pitched voice.
"Well, Phoebe, you see," Prue began, "He's a whitelighter. Apparently."
"Prove it," Phoebe said narrowing her eyes.
"Phoebe!" Prue scolded. "I know that this is Andy."
Phoebe raised her eyes expectantly at Andy. He shrugged at Prue, and orbed in a swirl of blue lights into the manor beside Phoebe.
"Ok, that's proof enough," Phoebe said faintly. "I need a coffee," she said as she turned and meandered towards the coffee maker, her hand on her forehead.
"So it's true, you're back. Does Leo know?" Prue asked.
He shook his head slowly. "I don't think so."
Prue thought for a moment. "If he knew, would he report you?"
"Probably not. I think he cares enough for you all that he wouldn't do that. But that's just my guess."
Prue sighed. "I guess you'd better come in further, or go away now..." she trailed off. She didn't want neighbours getting suspicious about why a dead cop was on her doorstep.
"Actually," he looked towards the ceiling, "They're calling me. I'd better go before They get suspicious." With a longing, loving look towards Prue, Andy disappeared in a swirl of blue lights.
"Ishe gone?" Phoebe called from the kitchen.
"Yeah," Prue said softly. "He is."
That's it for now... I'll post more later. Hope you liked!
Happy Reading,
Maybelline
She laid a single, red rose onto his coffin. A tear fell down a worn path on her cheek, and she tasted salt in the corner of her mouth. "I love you, Andy," Prue whispered. She stood up, her back to her sisters, and blinked hard to rid the moisture from her eyes. Brushing the coffin with her fingertips one last time, she turned and went back to her sisters.
"Oh, Prue," Phoebe murmured, enveloping her in her arms. Prue buried her face in her little sister's shoulder. Feeling Piper next to her, she allowed herself to cry. She was safe.
!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!
2 Months Later
“- going to be a beautiful day!" a radio personality blared as Prue's alarm went off. She groaned and rolled over, groping for the snooze button. Pulling herself out of bed, she stared out the window, hoping against hope that this was finally the end of the nightmare. She'd suffered two months of agonizing guilt over Andy's death. Maybe today, she'd wake up. He'd be alive and at her front door.
After a long, hot shower, she went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Piper's cup was in the sink, informing her that she'd already left for work. Phoebe was most likely still in bed. Oh, the lucky ones who didn't have to go to work...
The doorbell rang, and Prue looked at her watch. It wasn't even 8:00. "Bizarre," she mumbled to herself as she strode to answer it. Pulling open the door, she was greeted with a shocking sight. One she never, ever expected to see.
"Andy?" she whispered, unbelieving and in shock.
The man standing on her front step nodded slowly, his face solemn.
"What - why are you - how-?" Prue stammered.
Andy shushed her, and stepped forwards, his arms opening to her. She moved forwards into his arms, and pressed her face into his shoulder, feeling the warm leather of his jacket on her cheek. After a moment, she jerked away, realizing that this couldn't be him. He was dead. She brushed away the beginning of a tear and put on her stony face, her emotion mask.
"If you're Andy, then what are you doing here?" she interrogated him.
He put up his hands in defence of her verbal ammunition. "I am Andy," he said, "And I came down here to tell you that I'm going to be back in your life for awhile."
For a moment she just stared at him. Then something clicked. "Down here?" she asked. "Andy, are you...?"
"A whitelighter," he confirmed.
"But why?" she asked softly.
He chuckled. "Apparently, it's because I've spent all my life doing good, and died to save you and your sisters. Or, at least that's what They told me."
"But Leo said that whitelighters couldn't contact the people that they'd left behind. He wasn't allowed to go see his family."
"This is a special condition, because you are witches. It doesn't seem concrete, but it's enough for me. I would have given anything to see you again, to be with you again."
"But you can't!" Prue stressed. "Whitelighters are forbidden-"
" - To love witches, I know," Andy finished.
Prue couldn't think of anything else to say. Finally, she decided stating the obvious would be best. "Andy, we can't be together."
"Yes we can. They don't know everything that goes on down here. I'm willing to break the rules for you."
"They'll take away your wings," she protested.
"So let them. Prue, do you remember the conversation we had the day that I died?"
"Yes, in the park?" she asked, suspicious.
"You said you loved me, and I said that I loved you too. I know that I still feel the same way, how can I not? The question is, do you?"
"I don't know if I can love you, knowing that we can never really be together. You're dead, and un-aging at that. And we can't. It's just... not allowed."
"Remember another conversation. The one we had right after I died. I told you that I'd always be there for you. I'm here, keeping that promise."
Prue sighed, giving in to what she'd wanted for the past two months. "I love you, Andy, she whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder again.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs. She pulled apart from Andy, and saw Phoebe descending the stairs.
"Morning Pheebs," she said, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible.
"Morning, Prue. Andy," she said offhand as she shuffled into the kitchen in search of coffee. After a brief moment, her face popped back around the corner, a shocked look slowly crossing it.
"What... is... he... doing... on... our... doorstep?" she asked slowly, in a high pitched voice.
"Well, Phoebe, you see," Prue began, "He's a whitelighter. Apparently."
"Prove it," Phoebe said narrowing her eyes.
"Phoebe!" Prue scolded. "I know that this is Andy."
Phoebe raised her eyes expectantly at Andy. He shrugged at Prue, and orbed in a swirl of blue lights into the manor beside Phoebe.
"Ok, that's proof enough," Phoebe said faintly. "I need a coffee," she said as she turned and meandered towards the coffee maker, her hand on her forehead.
"So it's true, you're back. Does Leo know?" Prue asked.
He shook his head slowly. "I don't think so."
Prue thought for a moment. "If he knew, would he report you?"
"Probably not. I think he cares enough for you all that he wouldn't do that. But that's just my guess."
Prue sighed. "I guess you'd better come in further, or go away now..." she trailed off. She didn't want neighbours getting suspicious about why a dead cop was on her doorstep.
"Actually," he looked towards the ceiling, "They're calling me. I'd better go before They get suspicious." With a longing, loving look towards Prue, Andy disappeared in a swirl of blue lights.
"Ishe gone?" Phoebe called from the kitchen.
"Yeah," Prue said softly. "He is."
That's it for now... I'll post more later. Hope you liked!
Happy Reading,
Maybelline
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