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A/N: I pulled this idea off the back shelf of my cluttered memory and dusted it off. You see, I have always wondered what happened in season two’s finale, Be Careful What you Witch For, between the time Prue came back to life and the next morning when we find Phoebe and Prue huddled on the sofa, nearly inseparable. Here is my humble take. This has been whipped together quickly and I am not even sure it makes any sense, but I will let you all be the judge of the scattered thoughts. :-)

I hope you enjoy!!



Do you realize?

The candles danced with shadows as the evening drew its arms around the day. Phoebe had retreated to the attic, wishing for the day’s memories to go away. The last stream of daylight filtered through the stain glassed panes, the dusty particles riding the multicoloured rainbow. Phoebe stared beyond the garret’s furnishings, her eyes focused on the pedestal that contained the bittersweet tome. The Book of Shadows held them captive from having a normal life, yet connected them to the past and to loved ones who left too early. Prue had nearly been added to that list. Pain washed over the youngest Halliwell as she shifted positions in Aunt Pearl’s lumpy, misshapen divan.

“Do you realize, I nearly lost you?” She whispered not expecting to be answered.


Prue stood at the door and watched the light and shadows play across her baby sister’s face. Brown eyes filled with so much pain and disillusionment. She, herself, was trying to come to terms with the fact she faced death and almost lost. The chill from the night air circled her bare feet. Slowly she stepped into the attic, not knowing what to say, but knowing she needed to be by her sister as much as Phoebe needed her to be at her side. Gently she wrapped the patchwork quilt around her sister’s trembling shoulders, pulling her to herself, she simply answered, “I know.”

Silence filled the room, neither wanting to break the preciousness of the moment.

“Stay with me?” Phoebe’s words were childish and pleading, but Prue knew of no other place she would rather be, than by the side of woman that will always be, to her, her little girl.

“Sure.”

One word, one simple four-letter word was all Phoebe needed- wanted to hear. She pulled the comforter open and Prue crawled in beside her, wrapping her arms around the child that Phoebe became ever since Dragon Warlock took away the only mother she ever knew. The anguish was still raw and the memories too fresh. The heart that was always so filled for others was breaking in two and only Prue would be able to put it back together again.

Minutes, turned to hours as neither spoke. The only sound was the tender chirping of the crickets just outside the Manor.

“Do you realize, that if I had never rub that stupid urn, this never would have happened?”

Pain jabbed at Prue’s conscience as she remembered the glare she sent in Phoebe’s direction as the Genie blew into the foyer, leading them down a road, none of them wished for.

“Maybe, but if it wasn’t you, it would have been me. My hand nearly reached to wipe of the grim to look at the unique engraving on its surface, and you know Piper, Miss Neat, it was all she could do to hold herself back. You just react, it’s one of the things I most admire about you.” Prue leaned her head on Phoebe’s shoulder, her love projecting from her presence.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

Phoebe cuddled in closer, her pride swelling, helping to aid her ravaged heart.

The moon was high and full, lighting the corner like a spotlight. The memories flooding each sister as the reality of their lives was put to the ultimate test.

“Do you realize how much I love you?” Phoebe asked, her eyes begging her sister to understand the depth of her heart.

“Sure, I guess.” Prue, instantly growing uncomfortable. Old habits die hard; while her use of the “L” word was offered more often, it was still a subject that immediately drew her back to visions of her last words to her mom.

“No, I mean it. Do you have any idea how you mean to me? You are more than my pain in the butt sister, you are more than a nagging thorn in my side, you are more than the sister who gave up everything, to ensure Piper and my happiness. You are special beyond words. You are the one I could always rely on to protect me and keep me on the right track. The one whose voice brought me peace both when I was a little girl and even now. When the house is quiet and the storm is keeping you on the freeway longer than I like…”

“Is that why you always call my cell when I am stuck in traffic?”

“Uh huh, I feel safe when I hear your voice, I feel protected as you tell me how your day sucked and how annoying I can be. I love Piper with my heart, but she can’t make me feel like.. like.. oh, never mind.” Phoebe chickening out at revealing her deepest secret.

“No, please, tell, me I want… need to know.”

“Like a daughter.”

“What?!?”

“I know, it’s stupid, go ahead, laugh at me, it’s…”

“The most beautiful you have ever said to me.” Prue’s eyes filled to overflowing as the cascading droplets of love ran freely down her face.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Phoebe shifted her position and propped her aching ankle on the overstuffed ottoman.

“I guess its just that I’ve never been a daughter. Well not that I can remember. You and Piper had someone to call Mommy. You have someone to wipe your tears and have tea parties with. I have nothing that is mine, not one moment in time that I can claim as my very own, just Mom and me, but while it hurt, I had you. You did all those things a mother would do, you made me feel like a daughter, do you realize how much that means to me?”

“Oh, baby, I do now. .. Thank you, thank you for sharing your heart with me. Now is the perfect time to share mine with you.

“I remember the day you were born, I pretended you were mine. It was just a phase I was going through at the time, Piper was my ‘other’ daughter. Never, never in my wildest dreams would I have wished mom gone, but when she did, my heart was only comforted in being needed. You were so little and even though you were too young to understand you knew, something wasn’t right. You cried whenever anyone would try to hold you or put you in your crib. I heard you screaming at the top of your lungs the day of the funeral. Nobody was making any effort to make you stop, they knew it would be pointless. So I went to you. It was for selfish reasons. Your eyes…”

“My eyes?” Phoebe questioned, her attention rapt in every word her sister was saying.

“Yeah, they are just like Mom’s. They are perfectly round and always filled with love. Anyway, I stood at the door and watched you for a minute. Your tiny fingers balled into fists pounding out your confusion and fear into the mattress. Mr. Fuzzy couldn’t even calm you down. I stepped into the room and the floorboard creaked my presence. Your beautiful eyes locked with mine and your bitty arms reached and pulled your wobbly legs up. I walked over to the edge of the crib, you never stopped looking at me. Once I reached the bars separating us from each other you said one word, the one word mom had been trying to get you to say for weeks. ‘Ma-ma.” Then you reached for me, I lowered the side of the crib and picked you up, still you wouldn’t stop staring into my eyes, as if reading my soul, my pain.- ’Ma-ma.’ You said again, and I said ’yes’. It was what you called me for the first three years of your life. And I secretly relished hearing it. I know, I know I would carp and complain, but that was just to keep up my tough girl image. So, my dear, sweet sister do you realize how much I cherish you as my daughter?”

“Oh, Prue.” Phoebe grabbed her sister and pulled her into a hug that was gently fierce. “I do now.”

Prue returned the hug, holding her close as she knew that Phoebe would be the only ’daughter’ she would ever have.

“You can’t have children can you?”

The sad breath, spoke into Prue’s neck. For Phoebe instinctively knew what Prue had told no one.

“How?” Prue pulled Phoebe back and looked on with an incredulous stare.

“I knew something wasn’t right soon after we had our adventures with Baby Matthew. I you had scheduled way too many days off and I could hear you crying late at night and I don’t know, I just knew. I am so, so, sorry Prue. I wish you could you’d make… are a great mother.”

“I love you baby.”

“To the moon and back?”

“To the moon and back!”

“Me too Prue, me too.”

Both fell into a peaceful sleep each aware of their new found role in each other lives. The bond that evil tried to break was only made stronger by their resolve.


Morning rays broke through the cracks and filled the room with warmth, causing both sister to awaken to face a new day… the Charmed Ones still intact.

Phoebe and Prue had each showered and changed and remit in the hallway. Phoebe still hobbling with ACE bandage in hand.

“Here, lean on me and I’ll wrap that when we get downstairs.”

“Thanks, I think I tore something when I slid to grab the urn from under the settee.”

Once Phoebe’s ankle was wrapped securely, she pulled her legs up and leaned into her sister.

Phoebe, didn’t plan on let her big sister out of her sight for some time. Prue pulled her closer and gave her a slight smile. She knew Phoebe would be scared of losing her and she didn’t at all mind the company herself.
The magical blue lights filled the room bringing both the Genie and Leo back from a visit with the elders.

Soon Piper returned from ensuring the Genie had let Dan have ‘true’ peace of mind, only to jump on Leo’s coattail and orb to ‘up there’ saying not to worry, she’ll be back.

Both remaining sister pushed their nervousness to the back of their minds and headed towards the kitchen.

Phoebe stopped midway, causing Prue to arch her brow giving her a look of confusion.

“Prue, do you realize what day it is?”

“It’s Sunday, why?”

“It’s not just Sunday, but August 1st. Do you realize what that is?”

“Uhh, nope, but I suppose you’re gonna tell me right?”

“Yep, Happy Sister’s Day, Prue.”

Prue grinned, how could she have forgotten, Phoebe had not shut up about it all summer long.

“Happy Sister’s Day, kiddo… I love you.”

“I love you too Prue, but we are eating out, cuz I DON’T love your cooking.”

“Oh you.” Prue said as she playfully slapped her sisters arm and pulled her towards the door.

“Where to?”

“Can we go to..”

“Sure, just like we did when you were little.”

“Thank sis, you’re the bestest.”

“I know, I know.” Prue smiled, taking her finger and closing the Manor’s door.

The End



***** So ends MY season two!! I wish you ALL a wonderful Sister’s Day!! *****