I don’t own them. I just write about them. Enjoy.

This is an alternate ending to one of my favorite eps - The Power of Two. What would have happened if Andy hadn’t showed up to save the day?

Prue narrowed her eyes as she tipped back the potion she had created. Who would have thought it would be so bitter? Like anything that caused someone’s death should be sweet. She told herself to stop. To concentrate. She had to stop Ward before he hurt anyone else. Sending him to hell would be....

Her heart literally skipped a beat as Ward twisted the candlestick he and Phoebe were fighting over, backhanding the youngest Halliwell before she had a chance to defend herself. The fear she felt for her baby sister as she landed in a heap in the kitchen doorway barely had time to register before a burning sensation filled her chest. She tried to draw a breath but felt herself falling instead.

Moments later she was hovering over her own body, staring at a shocked Ward, who brandished the cake knife in his hand.

“What the hell’s going on?”
She spared Phoebe a glance, praying the words she was about to speak would work.
“Ashes to ashes. Spirit to spirit. Take his soul. Banish this evil.”
“Nice poem, lady. Too bad you won’t have the chance to write anymore.” Ward started toward her.
“Ashes to ashes. Spirit to spirit. Take his soul. Banish this evil.” Prue spoke again, adding a little more conviction to her voice. This had to work.
“Huh?” Ward clutched at his chest with his free hand. “What the hell are you doing to me?!”
Prue resisted the urge to smile. “Ashes to ashes. Spirit to spirit. Take his soul. Banish this evil.”
Ward screamed as his ghostly form shimmered. “No! I won’t let you do this!”
“Ashes to ashes. Spirit to....” Prue flinched as Ward brought the cake knife down, burying it deep in the lower left half of her back. She couldn’t feel anything in her spirit form, but she knew it was going to hurt like hell soon enough. She reminded herself to worry about it later and continued. “Ashes to ashes. Spirit to spirit. Take his soul. Banish this evil.”
“No!” Ward dropped his weapon as his body faded in and out of existence. He spread his arms wide to keep from falling as he burst into flames.

Prue watched in amazement as what had once been the spirit of a man become nothing more than a ball of flame. A woman suddenly appeared, catching Ward’s fiery essence before it had a chance to disappear. She seemed to enjoy her prize for a moment before turning her attention to Prue. The eldest Halliwell swallowed hard, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt she was next if Phoebe didn’t come to soon.



Phoebe’s eyes fluttered open. She frowned when she felt the hardness of the floor below her. Had she fallen out of bed again? Normally one of her sisters heard her fall and came in to make sure she was all right. Piper would tease her and ruffle her hair and tell her to be more careful. Prue would grumble at her and complain about being woken up in the middle of the....

Prue! Everything fell back into place as her sister’s name echoed around her thoughts. Jackson Ward. The plan to vanquish him. The death potion.

A wave of dizziness washed over her as she bolted upright. She stayed still for a moment, giving her aching head a chance to catch up with the rest of her body before trying to see what was going on with Prue. She wouldn’t be much good to her sister if she passed out again.

“Who are you?”
“Does it really matter? All you need to know is I’m the woman who took your soul.”

The words sent a chill down Phoebe’s back as she finally saw Prue’s spirit floating over her motionless body. She hurried to her sister’s side, trying to ignore the smiling woman with the ball of flame in her hand that was eyeing Prue from the corner of the room.

“OK, Prue. Work with me here.” Phoebe spoke as she rolled her sister over, shocked at how limp her body was. She quickly put her mouth over Prue’s and blew two quick breaths into her lungs. Her hands shook horribly as she felt along Prue’s ribs to find the correct position to start compressions. “Come on, Prue.”
“I’m trying, Phoebe.”

Hearing her sister’s voice made her want to curl up in a little ball and hide from the world. What if this didn’t work? What if the woman in the corner took Prue? What if she lost her big sister because of some stupid trip to Alcatraz that she never should have taken in the first place?

“You can do it, Pheebs.”

Some of the confidence in Prue’s voice seeped into her body as she finished with two more breaths and started on another round of compressions. What had she been thinking? Of course this was going to work. She wasn’t about to lose Prue now. Not when they were finally making some headway with their bond as sisters.

“Give up, witch. Your sister is too far gone for you to help now. She’s mine.”
“Never!” Phoebe shot the woman a dirty look as she continued her compressions. “Come on, Prue.” She blew more air into her sister’s lungs. “We can do this. Just....” She froze when she thought she felt Prue’s body move. “Prue?” The sound of her sister sucking in a breath was like music to her ears. She was about to give the woman a triumphant kiss off speech when she heard Prue gasp.
“Call 9-1-1.”
Phoebe frowned. “What?”
Prue squeezed her eyes shut, obviously in pain. “Please. Call 9-1-1.”
“Why? What’s....” Phoebe’s voice died in her throat when she saw the blood pooling on the floor under Prue. “Oh my God!” She scrambled to her feet, making it to the phone in record time. She barely waited for the emergency operator to pick up. “This is Phoebe Halliwell at 1329 Prescott Street. You’ve got to send an ambulance right away. My sister’s been stabbed.”

She laid the phone on the counter, knowing they could get her address again if she didn’t hang up. She grabbed the nearest dish towel and hurried back over to Prue. “It’ll be all right, sweetie. They’ll be here soon.” She spoke in what she hoped was a soothing tone as she turned Prue on her side so she could see the wound. There was so much blood it was hard to tell where it was coming from. She put the towel where the blood seemed to be the darkest, hoping it would help. “You still with me?”
Prue nodded. “Yeah.”
Phoebe fought back tears when she heard how weak her sister sounded. She jumped when Prue started to shiver. “Are you cold?”
“F... fr... freezing.”
“I’ll go...”
“No.” Prue used what little strength she had to grab Phoebe’s hand. “Please. S... stay.”
“All right.”

Phoebe pushed a stray lock of hair off of her sister’s forehead. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. Prue was barely breathing, her skin was cool and clammy and all the color had left her cheeks. The sight of all the blood on the floor made her want to get sick. How could one person lose so much and still be... She told herself to shut up. Prue was alive and that was all that mattered.

“Ph... Pheebs. I... I... want to... te... tell you....”
“Shhh. Save your strength, Prue.”
“I... I...”
“Prue, don’t.” The tears she had been holding back started leaking from the corners of her eyes.
“... lo... love... y...” Prue gasped for breath.

Phoebe looked up when she heard the wail of sirens outside.

“Oh, thank God! Just hold on, Prue. The paramedics are here. You’re going to be....”
Prue squeezed her hand. “Te...” She fought to keep her eyes open. “Piper...”
“Prue?” Phoebe’s head swam as Prue’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Prue?!”
“Ma’am?”
“In here! Hurry!!!”

Phoebe didn’t take her eyes off of Prue as the paramedics came running into the room. Four words ran through her head over and over and over again as she watched them start working on her sister. Prue can’t be dead. Prue can’t be dead. Prue can’t be...

One paramedic pushed his gloved fingers against Prue’s neck. “I’ve got a weak pulse. I‘ll get her hooked up to the monitor.”
The woman paramedic was looking at Prue’s wound. “Damn! She’s lost a lot of blood. We need to move. Soon.”

Phoebe barely heard what they were saying. She still hadn’t taken her eyes off of Prue. How could she? Her sister was laying there on their kitchen floor, fighting for her life as two strangers did what they could to save her. It was like a scene from a bad made for TV movie. Only this wasn’t a movie. This was all too real.

“We’re losing her!”

The words were like a knife in Phoebe’s heart as she watched them start CPR. Why was this happening? Why hadn’t she stuck to her guns and made Prue let her drink the potion? It made more sense for Prue to hold off Ward with her telekinesis while she said the spell. But what made sense had not been on her mind just a few minutes ago. Dying had been. And she was secretly relieved when Prue won the coin toss.

“I told you she was mine, witch. You only prolonged the inevitable.”

Phoebe looked up as the woman reappeared in the corner, holding her hand out toward Prue.

“And now you can watch as I take your precious sister.”

Prue’s spirit once again hovered over her body, but this time it was weaker. More transparent. Phoebe watched in horror as it started to float toward the woman.

“Shit!” The woman paramedic growled. “This just isn’t working. We’re going to have to shock her!”
The man nodded. “I’ll get the paddles ready.”

The woman smiled as Prue’s spirit continued toward her. “That’s it, witch. Come to me.”
“No!” Phoebe screamed as she leapt to her feet. She looked down at the paramedics desperately. “You have to help her!”
“We’re trying ma’am.” The woman paramedic spoke as she unbuttoned Prue’s shirt.
“Beg all you will, witch. Nothing you do or say can stop me now.”
The male paramedic held two plastic handled paddles over Prue, looking over his shoulder at the device they were attached to. “Clear!”
“Prue?!” Fresh tears coursed down Phoebe’s cheeks as the paddles made contact with Prue’s skin, making her sister’s body jump.
“Nothing.” The female adjusted a knob. “Charging to three hundred.”
The man watched the device. “Clear!”
Phoebe cried hysterically as the paramedics efforts seemed to have no effect on her sister’s journey across the kitchen. “NO!! Prue, you get back here! Get back here now!”
“Hit her again.”
“Clear!”
Phoebe fell to her knees as Prue’s spirit reached the woman, who laughed maniacally.



Prue tried to answer Phoebe but she was just too weak. Her heart broke at the thought of her baby sister having to watch her die. Of Piper having no idea what was going on. How would the two of them handle the whole being the charmed ones thing without her? Without her power? Without her guidance as their big sister? At least she had told Phoebe she loved her.

She closed her eyes as she felt the woman’s hand close around her arm. So this was what it was like to die at the hands of evil. No white light or long tunnel or loved ones waiting for her on the other side. She just hoped it happened quickly.

That’s when she felt the tug.



“Clear!” The male paramedic applied the paddles to Prue’s body for the fourth time.
The female paramedic shook her head. “I...”
“We almost had her! Charge the paddles again!”
“But...”
“But nothing.” The man gave his partner a look. “Just do it!”
“All right.” The woman looked at him apprehensively. “Charging to three hundred.”
“Clear!” The man smiled triumphantly as the readings changed on the monitor next to him. “Got her!!”

Phoebe looked up in time to see Prue’s spirit wink out of existence. The woman looked at her empty hand in amazement and screamed angrily as she too disappeared. Phoebe quickly crawled back to Prue’s side.

“Is she?”
The man gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “We got her back, but we need to go. Now.”
“Done with the bandage. Let’s get her on the board and move.”

Phoebe couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Prue was alive, but she was still far from all right. Her skin had a sickly gray tint to it and Phoebe really had to concentrate to see the rise and fall of her chest. They had won the battle with whoever or whatever that woman had been, but the war was far from over. She followed the paramedics as they practically sprinted out of the house with Prue on the gurney between them.



Andy threw open the precinct doors, the frustration evident on his face. Damn internal affairs! They were nothing but a bunch of leeches. Always sniffing around the halfway decent cops who actually tried to do their jobs instead of nailing the bribe takers and dope stealers. Well they weren’t going to take him down. Not without a fight.

His thoughts turned to Prue as he walked toward his car. He couldn’t believe how much he was looking forward to seeing her. Sure they had been best friends the majority of their lives, but this went beyond friendship. Prue was the one he had let get away. The one true love of his life. Even her being a witch couldn’t put a damper on those feelings. He still wasn’t sure if he would act on them, but it was nice to feel them.

He climbed into his car and headed toward the Manor, his files in the briefcase beside him. Thank goodness he had thought of getting rid of them when Darryl warned him about internal affairs asking questions about their unsolved cases. And thank goodness the same guys from IA hadn’t thought to check his briefcase. If so they would have....

All thoughts ceased to exist when he saw the ambulance screaming toward him going in the opposite direction. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Prue was inside. He wasn’t sure how, he just knew. Almost as if she was calling out to him.

He whipped the car around and followed the ambulance, a thousand and one possibilities swirling around in his mind. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. Maybe she had cut her hand fixing something in the kitchen and Phoebe had freaked out, calling the paramedics. Or maybe Prue wasn’t the one hurt at all. Maybe it was Phoebe. The youngest Halliwell had always had a knack for breaking bones and tearing ligaments and cartilages and the like when they were younger. The same probably held true now.

He said a silent prayer that he was right as they arrived at the hospital. He parked along the curb, flashing his badge at the security guard who came forward to tell him to move. The guard nodded understandingly and went back to his post by the door.

“Phoebe?” He helped her out of the ambulance as a man came around the vehicle and opened the doors. “What happened?”
Phoebe gladly accepted his hand. “Prue... She was stabbed.”
“Stabbed?” Andy frowned down at her. “What do you mean stabbed?”
“I... She...” Phoebe hiccupped on a sob.
“Is she all right?”

The paramedics chose that moment to pull the gurney out of the ambulance. Andy’s eyes instantly went to Prue’s ashen face and he knew it was bad. He had seen enough injuries to his fellow cops over the years to recognize the effects of a mortal wound. To know when someone was going to...

No! He wasn’t going to think that way. Not yet. Not ever where Prue was concerned. He pulled Phoebe to him, needing to know he had a little piece of the woman he loved in his arms.

“She’s not all right, Andy.” Phoebe sobbed against his shoulder. “Not all right at all.”

He led her into the emergency room, hoping they had reached the hospital in time. Praying that it wasn’t too late.

“Look! Why don’t you just tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it! Because I’ve already told you four times that I don’t know who did this! I walked into the kitchen, got sucker punched and came to to find Prue laying on the floor!”

Andy frowned as he stepped off the elevator. He didn’t know who Phoebe was talking to but he knew she wasn’t happy. He tightened his grip on the coffee cups in his hands and hurried toward the surgical lounge.

“Please, calm down, Miss Halliwell. We’re only trying to get the facts straight.”
“No you’re not! You’re sitting there looking at me like you think I had something to do with this! Well I didn’t!! I would never hurt my sister!!!”
“Miss Halliwell....”
Andy walked into the lounge to see Davis, an inspector from violent crimes, watching Phoebe as she paced around the room like a mad woman. “What’s going on in here?”
Phoebe rushed over to him. “This guy came in here and asked me if I would answer a few questions and I said ‘sure’ thinking it would help Prue! But then he starts in on how did I know to do CPR and did I know the wound was there before I rolled her over! What the hell kind of questions are those?!”
Andy gripped her arm, leading her to a chair. “Phoebe, you need to calm down. You take this.” He handed her one of the cups of coffee. “And I’ll handle Davis, OK?”
“OK.” Phoebe looked up at him with sad brown eyes. “Thanks, Andy.”

He tried to give her a reassuring smile. The poor kid was losing it. And who could blame her? It had been nearly six hours since they sent Prue up to surgery from the emergency room and they hadn’t heard a word from anyone.

“I’m sorry, Andy. I was just....”
“I know, Davis.” He shook the man’s hand. “You’ve got to excuse Phoebe. She’s been through a lot today.”
“I know, but we need something to go on if we have any hopes of catching the sicko who did this to her sister. There’s nothing at the house besides the knife used to stab her. And we can’t seem to get any prints off of that.”
Andy swallowed hard. “I know, but I really don’t think Phoebe can tell you anything either. She’s worried about her sister, but she would tell you anything she thought might help.”
Davis sighed. “I suppose. I was just hoping she would remember something.” He closed the small black notebook in his hands. “I’ll leave her alone for now, but I’m sure I’ll have more questions later.” He turned as he started out of the room. “And I know this Halliwell woman means something to you, Andy. We’ll catch whoever did this.”
“Thanks.”

Andy clapped him on the shoulder and watched as he walked out of the room. It made him want to hit something, knowing the man responsible for this whole mess would never be caught. He made sure Davis was gone before turning back to Phoebe.

“You all right?”
“No.” Phoebe sat the cup of coffee on the stand next to her chair. “I’m sorry. He just kept asking me the same questions over and over again like he didn’t believe what I was saying.”
Andy sat down next to her. “He was just doing his job, Phoebe.”
“I know, but....” Phoebe closed her eyes. “I can’t deal with trying to cover our butts right now, Andy. All I can think about is Prue. I want to be in there with her. I want to hold her hand and tell her everything is going to be all right. The thought of her being surrounded by strangers....” She shook her head.
Andy gripped her hand. “Have you been able to reach Piper?”
“No. I called but they said she already checked out. She’s always had this sixth sense when it comes to me and Prue. She’ll know something’s wrong.”
“Well I asked Morris to keep an eye on the house. If she shows up, he’ll bring her here.”
“Thanks, Andy. I...”

“Miss Halliwell?”

They both looked up to see a distinguished looking gray haired woman in scrubs standing in the doorway. Phoebe was instantly on her feet.

“Yes?”
“I’m Doctor Billings. I worked on your sister.”
“Is she....” Phoebe’s voice cracked. “I mean, is she....”
“She’s in recovery.” Doctor Billings motioned for her to sit back down. “Whoever stabbed her hit the artery leading to the kidney. We managed to repair the damage done to the artery and there is no apparent injury to the kidney.”
Andy breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
The doctor looked at him. “But she’s far from out of the woods. Her condition is critical. Blood lose threw her into a state of shock before she even reached the hospital. She’s slipped into a coma.”
Phoebe put her hand over her mouth. “Oh God!”
“It’s not a death sentence, Miss Halliwell.” Doctor Billings pursed her lips. “I don’t normally say things like this, but your sister shouldn’t technically be here at all. Most people with her injuries wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let alone through surgery. She’s a fighter.” She looked from Phoebe to Andy and back again. “She’ll be moved to ICU in a few minutes. I’ll have a nurse come and get you when she is. And please, feel free to have me paged if you have any questions or concerns.” She squeezed Phoebe’s leg. “Don’t give up on her yet.”

Phoebe threw her arms around Andy as the doctor walked out of the room. “What am I gonna do, Andy? What am I gonna do if she....”
“You heard what the doctor said, Pheebs. We can’t give up on her.” Andy rubbed her back. “Ever. Prue’s gonna be fine. You’ll see.”

They clung to each other, both hoping he was right.



Prue suddenly found herself in the kitchen. How she had gotten there was a complete mystery to her. As was where she had been before she was in the kitchen. She walked back out into the dining room.
“Piper? Pheebs?”
Getting no response and seeing they weren’t in the living room, she went to the bottom of the stairs.
“Guys? Are you up there?”

She started up to the second floor, feeling extremely disoriented. She must have had way too much to drink at P3. Or maybe a spell had backfired. Or maybe some demon had done something to the house. Whatever it was, she wanted it to go away.

“Come on, guys. This really isn’t funny. Just come out and tell me...”

She stopped halfway up the stairs when she heard a key turning the lock in the front door. So she wasn’t losing it! Her sisters had probably gone out to do some grocery shopping. Or to the Wicca store for more candles. It didn’t really matter. She just wanted one of them to tell her what the hell was going on.

“Piper? Phoe...” She stopped mid-name when she saw Darryl walk through the front door. “Darryl? What are you doing here? And who gave you a key?”
Darryl looked around the entranceway but didn’t respond to any of her questions before walking toward the kitchen.
“Hey! I was talking to you Darryl.” She hurried after him. “Rude much?”
Now he was too busy looking at something to answer her. She was about to give him a smack on the arm when the front door opened again.

“Prue?! Phoebe?!”

Prue came back into the living room in time to see Piper threw her bags down just inside the door. “Thank God. I know you’ll talk to...” Prue watched in disbelief as her sister walked right past her. “Piper? What the hell’s the matter with you two?!” She ran after her sister. “Am I suddenly invisible or something?”

“Darryl?”
He turned when he heard her voice. “Piper. I didn’t expect you here so soon.”
Piper eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”
“Yeah.” Prue nodded. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Darryl...” Piper touched his arm. “What’s the matter? Why are you...” She suddenly screamed, throwing both of her hands over her mouth as she looked into the kitchen. “That looks like... Is that...”
Darryl nodded. “Piper, something happened.”
“Phoebe?!” Piper turned away from him. “Prue?!”
Prue stepped in front of her. “I’m right here Pi...”

Time seemed to stand still as Piper not only ignored her, but walked right through her. Prue looked down at her body, frowning. “What the...” Realization set in and her mouth fell open. “Oh shit! I’m a ghost!!”

She followed Piper and Darryl into the living room, hoping for an explanation. She got there in time to see Darryl pull a sobbing Piper into his arms.

“Come on, Piper. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“No!” Prue tried to block their path, but they both walked through her this time. “What happened, Darryl? You’ve got to tell me what happened?!”
“Is she...” Piper chocked on another sob.
“I don’t know, Piper.” Darryl shook his head as he opened the front door for her. “Last I heard she was still in surgery.”
“Who’s in surgery?!” Prue growled as Darryl shut the door behind them. She tried to grab the handle to follow but her hand went right through it. “Duh, Prue. You’re a ghost. Just walk through it.”

She backed up a few steps and walked toward the door, shutting her eyes when she got close enough to run into it. Her eyes shot back open as something literally threw her back into the house.

“Oh, that can’t be good.”

She picked herself up, feeling even more confused now than she had when she first appeared in the kitchen. The kitchen! Piper had seen something in the kitchen! She hurried through the living room, skidding to a halt when she saw the puddle of blood on the floor. Was it hers? Phoebe’s? Both? Had someone or someth