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


Boredom at work was setting in so I thought and thought. And I just saw this last night so. I thought some more and came up with this. Hope you like it





“Phoebe, call Darryl and tell him we caught our stalker.” Piper ordered as she then turned her attention to her older sister. “You turn around. And keep your eyes closed.”

Piper turned Prue towards the sink and turned on the cold water to a gently run. Taking the attached hose she guided Prue forward. “OK open your eyes and let the cold water wash out what it can.”
“Piper.”
“Prue don’t argue with me.” She placed a hand on Prue’s back and held the nozzle for her sister to take

Phoebe looked on as Piper helped Prue wash what she could of the chemicals that Abby had dunked her face into.

Placing the phone back onto its base she just stood there thinking of what could have happened. There were times she saw her power as a curse. And today was one of them. To see her sister, friend and mother get killed was sometimes more then she could deal with.

“Darryl’s on his way.” She said quietly still watching Piper and Prue. But she found herself slowly bending down and picking the gun that Abbey had and turned towards her.

Piper looked up and saw Phoebe looking down at Abbey with the gun in her hand. She just held it there with her arm hanging down. She knew Abbey wasn’t going to go anywhere with Phoebe standing there. Even without the gun she knew her sister would take care of Abbey if she tried anything.

Phoebe had moved Abbey to the front room and waited for Darryl to arrive. She was seething inside. This person, no to her she was no longer a person. A monster was maybe more accurate, this monster had tried to take away her sister from her.

Darryl ran up the steps to the Manor and opened up the door. “Phoebe?”
“Living room Darryl.” She called back to him though never taking her wyes off Abbey.

Darryl saw the look on the youngest Hallowell’s face. He had seen it many times before in his years on the force. Anger at the one person that tried to take someone they loved away.

“I got her from here Phoebe. How’s Prue?”
“Piper is with her now. She is washing out the chemicals from her eyes best she can. I think we’ll take her up to the ER to be safe though.”
“Good idea.” He pulled Abbey to her feet and read her, her rights as he put the handcuffs around her wrist.

He made his way towards the front door with one hand firmly around Abbeys arm.

“I’m your sister Phoebe. How can you do this to me?” It was the first thing she said since she came to in the kitchen.

Phoebe froze at the words and took a casual step forward towards her, “You will never be close to the sister Prue is to me.” Her words like venom, but the bite of the venom was her fast moving fist as it slammed into her face sending her reeling back into Darryl.

“Phoebe! What the Hell is wrong with you?” Darryl quickly recovered as he pulled Abbey back to a balance and placed himself in between her and Phoebe.

Phoebe glared at her one last time. “Get her out of here Darryl before I do more.” She held her gaze as her anger nearly consumed her.

Piper was leading Prue through the Manor to the living room having heard Darryl and knew that once Abbey was gone they could take Prue to the hospital. She arrived just in time to see Phoebe launch her fist into Abbeys face and Darryl yell. She let go of Prue and went to her younger sister. Placing an arm around her shoulder she guided her away from the door.

“I’ll call you later Darryl.”
“Yeah. Thanks Piper.”

Prue stood and watched as Phoebe hit Abbey. It was something she herself had done with her powers when her sisters had come into the kitchen. But even with her eyes still foggy she could see her sisters fear.

Phoebe sat in the back of Piers Jeep with her sister just holding on to her hand. There were so many emotions running through her she didn’t know which way to even think. She felt Prue gently squeeze her hand in her almost knowing what she was thinking.

Both sisters stood by Prue as the doctor looked at the first-degree burn from the chemical solution.

“It isn’t to bad Prue. Just keep washing out your eyes every few hours with this solution. Maybe get on of your sisters to help you. Place a cold clothe on the skin tonight when you get home, and get some rest. You should be good as rain in a few days.”
“Thank you doctor.” Prue replied as she slid off the bed. Her sight was much better but she knew her sisters wouldn’t let her go on her own just yet.
“Just doing my job.” He was about to leave when Prue spoke up again.
“Doc. Can you look at Phoebes hand. She hit something hard.” Prue looked over at Phoebe knowing she would protest, “Humour me sweetie.”

Phoebe sat on the edge of the bed as the doctor looked at her hand.

“Well its just swollen. Go home and put some ice on it. Try not to use it to much.” He went to a cabinet and broke an ice pack. Placing it on her knuckles and then wrapped it in place. “That should help for a few hours.”
“Thanx.”

He turned and looked at Piper.
“I’m ok honest.” She smiled as Phoebe stood next to Prue.

Prue was sitting on the couch with her feet tucked under her, when she saw Phoebe approach and sit down beside her. Wrapping her arms around her sister she held her close to her. She was scared when she was trying to get away from Abbey. Scared of leaving her sisters scared of never seeing them again.

“How’s the hand?” she asked as she gently ran her finger over the top of her sisters injured hand.
“Sore.” Phoebe replied quietly as she turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers around her sisters.

Prue gave her sister hand a gently squeeze to her hand. “You saw it didn’t you?” Prue just looked down where her hand held to Phoebes. She hated her sister having the power to see things they way she did. She couldn’t protect her when she saw visions that were hurtful to her. Like now.

Phoebe was following her sisters’ gaze and was starring at their hands. The fingers intertwined as they had so many times before.

She didn’t say anything and Prue knew the answer with the silence. Using her other arm she wrapped her arms around Phoebe. If protecting her for that one moment. “I’m sorry baby.”
“She killed you.” The tears started. Her fear was getting the best of her.
“Ssshhh it’s ok I’m ok. I’m not going anywhere you hear me.” Prue rested her chin on Phoebes shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Phoebe leaned back into her sisters’ embrace. Closing her eyes she pushed away the memory of the premonition and stayed in the arms she felt safest in.

“Phoebe.”
“Yeah.”
“Next time keep your thumb out and don’t hit the jaw.”

Phoebe smiled as her sister gave her pointers on what she herself had taught Prue not that long ago.
“Ok. Teach her to mess with a Halliwell.”
“Yes it will.” Prue laughed as she hugged Phoebe tighter. “Yes it will.”