Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 3, 2011 14:31:24 GMT -5
Hats off to those of you who like to write songfics. This is far from my first fic, but it's my first songfic and it wasn't easy. This song started bouncing around in my head and then it decided to try and pair up with this story. I hope you enjoy it.
EDIT: After researching it, I found out that this is a highly illegal practice and so I have removed the words of the song from the fic. I recommend listing to the song "Missing You" from Amy Grant's Behind the Eyes album as mood music while reading this fic. It still inspired the story and fits what is going on quite well.
INDEX CARD
SONG TITLE: Missing You
ARTIST: Amy Grant
SONGWRITER: Amy Grant
SONGFIC TITLE: Missing You
SONGFIC AUTHOR: StoryGirl83
RATING: K
LEAD CHARACTERS: Andy Trudeau (with appearance by Piper Halliwell and sort of Prue)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: None
SHORT SUMMARY: After Prue breaks up with Andy, he sits down and reflects.
Andy stared down the hall at Prue’s retreating back. What had just happened? Confused he closed the door to his apartment and went in and sat down. As he looked across the room from his chair he saw a picture of him with Prue earlier that month. Prue had a big goofy grin on her face that was kind of unusual for her. It wasn’t that she didn’t smile, just that Phoebe had done such an atrocious job of taking their picture that it had looked funny and Prue had been laughing.
Andy sighed. It didn’t look like there would be any more moments like that one. He’d been hurt when they’d broken up after graduation, but this was different. So much had changed since then. He was more certain of himself, of who he was and what he wanted in life.
Oh, why did Prue have to come back into his life now? He’d gotten used to missing her. Sometimes he’d even forgotten about her. He’d moved on with his life. He’d been married to Susan and then divorced. And none of it had had anything to do with Prue.
Had it?
The phone rang and Andy got up. Maybe it was Prue calling. He slowed his steps, reminding himself that Prue had just left. If she had wanted to talk to him, she would have just come back to his apartment and knocked on the door. Still as he grabbed up the phone, he couldn’t help but hope.
“Andy, it’s Piper,” the voice on the other end announced.
Not Prue. Still, Piper was a friend. “Is there something I can help you with, Piper?” Not that he was in the mood to talk right now. He just wanted to be left alone to his thoughts.
“Only if you happen to know where Prue is,” Piper informed him. “She’s got . . . less than an hour before she has to be at Bucklands for the auction and she hasn’t gotten home to change yet. How does she expect to get to Bucklands on time?”
Bucklands. He’d heard her talking about this auction last week. It was supposed to be a really expansive art collection that belonged to a widow. She’d decided the collection reminded her to much of her dead husband.
“Sorry, Piper,” he replied, realizing Piper was waiting. “You just missed her. I’m sure she’s headed home now.”
Piper groaned. “She’s going to be late. How does she expect to keep her job if she’s late? This is so unlike her.”
It was all unlike her. Breaking up with him like that with no explanation and now this. Perhaps it bothered her more than she admitted. But if it bothered her, why had she broken up with him.
He sighed. “I’m sure she’ll do her best to make it. Did you try her cell? Maybe you can meet her there.”
“It’s off.”
Figured. She probably hadn’t wanted any interruptions while she was breaking up with him.
“I don’t think I can help,” he admitted. “Sorry. Try again. Maybe she’s turned it back on.”
Piper told him she would do that and they said good bye. Andy went back to his chair and sat there for a while, thinking. He’d been so stunned when she told him she was breaking up with him that he hadn’t come up with any reply, but why was he just letting it go at that. Maybe he couldn’t get her back. Maybe he could. What he could do was find out why. Living without her, again, after he’d gotten a taste of having her back in his life wasn’t going to be easy, especially since he doubted he was going to be able to avoid her even if he tried.
And time they said healed all wounds. He’d gotten over her once. Or at least he’d thought he had.
He got up from his chair and headed for the door. It was time to take a closer look at why he kept running into her at crime scenes. Being without Prue wasn’t going to be easy, not for a while anyway. It seemed like he had loved her since he was a child and now she said good-bye.
EDIT: After researching it, I found out that this is a highly illegal practice and so I have removed the words of the song from the fic. I recommend listing to the song "Missing You" from Amy Grant's Behind the Eyes album as mood music while reading this fic. It still inspired the story and fits what is going on quite well.
INDEX CARD
SONG TITLE: Missing You
ARTIST: Amy Grant
SONGWRITER: Amy Grant
SONGFIC TITLE: Missing You
SONGFIC AUTHOR: StoryGirl83
RATING: K
LEAD CHARACTERS: Andy Trudeau (with appearance by Piper Halliwell and sort of Prue)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: None
SHORT SUMMARY: After Prue breaks up with Andy, he sits down and reflects.
Andy stared down the hall at Prue’s retreating back. What had just happened? Confused he closed the door to his apartment and went in and sat down. As he looked across the room from his chair he saw a picture of him with Prue earlier that month. Prue had a big goofy grin on her face that was kind of unusual for her. It wasn’t that she didn’t smile, just that Phoebe had done such an atrocious job of taking their picture that it had looked funny and Prue had been laughing.
Andy sighed. It didn’t look like there would be any more moments like that one. He’d been hurt when they’d broken up after graduation, but this was different. So much had changed since then. He was more certain of himself, of who he was and what he wanted in life.
Oh, why did Prue have to come back into his life now? He’d gotten used to missing her. Sometimes he’d even forgotten about her. He’d moved on with his life. He’d been married to Susan and then divorced. And none of it had had anything to do with Prue.
Had it?
The phone rang and Andy got up. Maybe it was Prue calling. He slowed his steps, reminding himself that Prue had just left. If she had wanted to talk to him, she would have just come back to his apartment and knocked on the door. Still as he grabbed up the phone, he couldn’t help but hope.
“Andy, it’s Piper,” the voice on the other end announced.
Not Prue. Still, Piper was a friend. “Is there something I can help you with, Piper?” Not that he was in the mood to talk right now. He just wanted to be left alone to his thoughts.
“Only if you happen to know where Prue is,” Piper informed him. “She’s got . . . less than an hour before she has to be at Bucklands for the auction and she hasn’t gotten home to change yet. How does she expect to get to Bucklands on time?”
Bucklands. He’d heard her talking about this auction last week. It was supposed to be a really expansive art collection that belonged to a widow. She’d decided the collection reminded her to much of her dead husband.
“Sorry, Piper,” he replied, realizing Piper was waiting. “You just missed her. I’m sure she’s headed home now.”
Piper groaned. “She’s going to be late. How does she expect to keep her job if she’s late? This is so unlike her.”
It was all unlike her. Breaking up with him like that with no explanation and now this. Perhaps it bothered her more than she admitted. But if it bothered her, why had she broken up with him.
He sighed. “I’m sure she’ll do her best to make it. Did you try her cell? Maybe you can meet her there.”
“It’s off.”
Figured. She probably hadn’t wanted any interruptions while she was breaking up with him.
“I don’t think I can help,” he admitted. “Sorry. Try again. Maybe she’s turned it back on.”
Piper told him she would do that and they said good bye. Andy went back to his chair and sat there for a while, thinking. He’d been so stunned when she told him she was breaking up with him that he hadn’t come up with any reply, but why was he just letting it go at that. Maybe he couldn’t get her back. Maybe he could. What he could do was find out why. Living without her, again, after he’d gotten a taste of having her back in his life wasn’t going to be easy, especially since he doubted he was going to be able to avoid her even if he tried.
And time they said healed all wounds. He’d gotten over her once. Or at least he’d thought he had.
He got up from his chair and headed for the door. It was time to take a closer look at why he kept running into her at crime scenes. Being without Prue wasn’t going to be easy, not for a while anyway. It seemed like he had loved her since he was a child and now she said good-bye.
