Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.

One More Day

If you have read my story The Accident this story may make sense to you. One of my best friends was tragically killed in a plane crash Aug 13, 2001. This is just something that I had to do for me. But I also wanted to share with you. It maybe a lil sad in spots so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

It is also based around the song one more day by Lonestar. Oh and Phoebe is me.

One More Day--By Lonestar

Phoebe sat on the rocks as she had many times over the past year. It was her quiet place. Her place to think. But as the months rolled by her heart thought more of one thing then any other. A lose that she had been missing for almost a year now.

Had it really been one year. A part of her soul was taken a year ago. She had cried on days and forgotten on days. But she had never really forgotten. He would always be a part of her. Now it was a time once again to remember him and cry for him. To rejoice in his love that she once had, and let go of her feelings. But like her love and memories she will never truly let him go. She would always love him no matter where he was.

The waves lapped against the shore brushing slightly now and then against her feet. The splash of the next wave not even fazing her.

Her mind wandered to better days. Days when they were all together. Doing crazy things. Some tings she had forgotten all about. It as only last week she had been at her friends and they were talking about the day that was soon approaching. She knew her sisters knew and they were treading lightly around the subject. Not really sure how she would react. Would it really be too much to ask for just to have one more day together? To tell him she loved him. And that she would always carry him in her heart.

LAST NIGHT I HAD A CRAZY DREAM
A WISH WAS GRANTED JUST FOR ME,
IT COULD BE FOR ANYTHING
I DIDN'T ASK FOR MONEY
OR A MANSION IN MALIBU
I SIMPLY WISHED, FOR ONE MORE DAY WITH YOU

The song played on the radio. It was the same as last year. The first time she really listened to the words was when he was missing. But then they found him. The words rang through her head everyone having its own meaning. It’s own meaning but to her it all felt like they were talking about them. The two of them. Wanting one more day together. Now she sat there listening once again. And once again the song had brought tears to her face.

ONE MORE DAY
ONE MORE TIME
ONE MORE SUNSET, MAYBE I'D BE SATISFIED
BUT THEN AGAIN
I KNOW WHAT IT WOULD DO
LEAVE ME WISHING STILL, FOR ONE MORE DAY WITH YOU

She sat in the car after she pulled in front of the house. They would get through this together. Like they had before. Like they would always.

“Hey. Hi baby. She looked down at her friends new baby girl. You gonna come see Auntie Phoebe?” she reached over and took the baby from her mother. Quickly rest her on her chest. Looking down at the small features. The button nose. The tiny mouth. Everything about her was screaming adorable. It made her forget for a minute why she was really there.

They sat for a few minutes as Phoebe played with the baby. Well as much as she could with a person only a five weeks old.

“So.” Phoebe looked across the table at her friend.
“So.”

They sat starring at a blank piece of paper. How had it ever come to this? They were the three musketeers. Everything they did they did together. Now two of them sat there, needing to give closure to themselves yet give respect to the one they had lost.

They had the picture of the three if them and now they needed the words. Words that would express their feelings and thoughts. Of what he meant to them and how they will always hold him near. The perfect memorial, if there was ever a perfect memorial. But what they did want was one more day with him. That was their greatest wish.

FIRST THING I'D DO, IS PRAY FOR TIME TO CRAWL
THEN I'D UNPLUG THE TELEPHONE
AND KEEP THE TV OFF
I'D HOLD YOU EVERY SECOND
SAY A MILLION I LOVE YOU'S
THAT'S WHAT I'D DO. WITH ONE MORE DAY WITH YOU

Phoebe sat on the front steps of the Manor as the sun set closing another day. She had been talking to her friend Laura just a few moments ago. Some how his name came up. The one-day they had dreaded was now only two days away. Phoebe felt the tears start to well behind her eyes. She was trying to be strong, but tonight it wasn’t working.

“Here you are?” The voice came from behind her.
“Here I am.” Phoebe didn’t even turn around to look at her sister. She knew that she had the tell tales sign of fresh tears on her face. And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for her comfort.
“We were wondering where you disappeared to with the phone. Prue was looking for it.”
“I’m done she can have it.” Phoebe held the phone up to Piper who took it slowly.

Piper always had a second insight to both her sisters and she knew when something was bothering them.

“You ok honey?”
“I was talking to Laura.”
“I know. I answered the phone remember?”
“I just.”

Piper watched waiting for her baby sister to tell her everything, “She having a hard day?”
Phoebe let out a small laughed, “No actually I was. But I’m good now.”

Piper stood a few moments longer, “You sure?”

“Yeah I’m good. I’ll be in in a second.”

Piper didn’t ask any more. She knew when Phoebe was ready she would open up to her and Prue.

Phoebe remained on the steps as the sun set its final rays to sleep. As the darkness descended it didn’t make her feel any better. Her thoughts were the same. She still wished for one more day with him. Her friend, her brother.


ONE MORE DAY
ONE MORE TIME
ONE MORE SUNSET, MAYBE I'D BE SATISFIED
BUT THEN AGAIN
I KNOW WHAT IT WOULD DO
LEAVE ME WISHING STILL, FOR ONE MORE DAY WITH YOU

She sat in class her mind not even focusing on what was going on around her. Everything reminded her of him. Someone’s laugh, someone else’s smile. The way he walked, the way he acted. She packed her bag and headed home. She had to be at Laura’s for dinner. It was something they had planned the night they wrote the memorial.

They sat and they talked. They had cried and talked some more. It was a night full of remember when’s. They had their own way of dealing with the day, of saying good bye again. Had it really been a year. A year ago when that same week had been turned upside down. The fear, the waiting. Now this year only brought out the sadness again. Would it ever truly go away?

LEAVE ME WISHING STILL FOR ONE MORE DAY
LEAVE ME WISHING STILL FOR ONE MORE DAY

She sat on the edge of her bed looking at the picture they had used. It was the three of them in the back yard. Prue had taken it the same year they had the car accident. Troy was on the bottom of the pile with Phoebe draped over his waist and Laura over his shoulders and head. They each had a beer in their hands, well except Laura. She had her image to keep. But she had one off to the side. She always loved that picture, it was one of their best summers despite what had happened.

Her mind drew back to the memorial in the paper that day. It said everything about them.

Prue and Piper sat on the couch as they had watched Phoebe go up stairs. They both gave her the time they knew she needed. But after nearly an hour they decided it was time they went and saw their baby girl.

“Phoebs. You ok?” Prue opened her sisters’ door and looked inside. Even from there she could see the trail of tears running down her sisters face. Both sides had their own private stream. Making her way she wrapped her arms around her giving her the love and support that she needed at that time.

Piper joined them as they all gathered on the bed. The older two loving the youngest. Helping her get through the rest of that one-day. They had all known him and loved him as they all cried for him now.

No words were ever spoken. Just the love of them being there was all she needed

The paper rested on the floor the article lying face up.

Troy Murray
May 13, 1969- Aug 13, 2001

To hear your voice to see your smile,
to sit and talk with you awhile.
To be together in the same old way,
Would be our greatest wish today.

One year ago you were tragically taken
from all who knew and loved you.

Friends then, now and always,
Love your pals Phoebe and Laura.


I dedicate this story to the loving memory of my dear friend Troy. We will always wish for one more day with you. One more day that will have to wait until we are together again