Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of the Charmed characters, quotes, or overt references that may appear in my stories. They are the sole property of Spelling Television. I write for my own satisfaction and for the enjoyment of those who choose to read them. Lyrical author, Unknown.
This Is Your Song- Complete
She sensed her sister before she actually saw her. Brown eyes peered over the top of her footboard. The flashing lightning reflected the two year olds fears. Prue was torn between sleep and aiding the little girl in distress. Still the chocolate orbs pierced the predawn darkness; almost begging permission to dive for cover in the safety of her big sister’s bed. She could never resist the pleading in her little girls face. “How can I ever say no to you, come here little one.” Prue nearly let out a laugh at the speed in which her sister flew. The only sound being the grippers on the bottom of her fuzzy jimmies as they raced across the bare wood floor.
Cuddled in the nook of her sister’s arm, she shook with fear, anticipating the next clap of thunder.
“What’s up sweetie?” Prue asked as did each and every autumn storm. To Phoebe the routine was calming, if Prue attempted a different version, Phoebe would become even more agitated.
“’fwaid.”
“Why, you know it can’t hurt you. Not while I’m around… it wouldn’t dare.” Phoebe, didn’t let out her usual giggle as Prue repeated her threat and tickled her sister’s trembling chin.
“cuz.” She said as she burrowed further under the covers and leached on to Prue’s arm for dear life.
“Rocker?”
“uh huh.”
Prue picked up the bundle of nerves and the blanket, her favorite, that Phoebe had dragged from her crib to her sisters’ room. As she settled into the hard oak rocker, she asked her little sister another question.
“How’d you get out of your crib, young lady?”
“cwimbed.”
“Figures, you little monkey.”
“twing?”
“Sure, baby, I can swing.” Prue, smiled in the darkness as her little sister began to slowly relax under her gentle glide of the rocker movement.
“ting,?“
“Which one, Pheebs?“
“my tong…pease?”
BOOM!! …. The thunder crashed, nearly drowning out the little girl’s request. Phoebe pulled her hands free and covered her ears. In anger and fear she shouted…
“no!! boom-booms go ‘way!! me no wike!” She then reburied her head and began to cry again.
“Shh, pumpkin. Listen to the words, listen to your song and nothing else, come on, baby, whatdaya say?”
“kay. you make go ‘way.”
“This song is for you, whenever you’re blue, whenever you feel, life is unreal. I want you to sing.” Prue’s voice filled Phoebe’s miniature heart with the first peace of the night. She loved to hear the tones of her sister’s voice as she rested her head on her chest. The echo of love was never better heard than when she was in her big sister’s arms.
“Whenever you’re sad…” Prue paused waiting for her sister to join in but silence filled the gap. Phoebe, are you gonna sing your part?
Her soft voice began to sing low at first, but Prue knew, that soon the storm would be over and the whole house would be awakened by the energetic sounds of Phoebe’s attempts at keeping ‘her song’ in tune.
“dis my tong.” As off key as it was, it was beautiful to Prue’s ears.
“Whenever you cry, whenever the song seems to be gone, I want you to sing.”
“dis my tong.”
“That’s right, love, cause this is your song.
Prue rocked, the rhythm easing the worry from Phoebe’s brow with her fingers.
“more?”
“Sing away, sing away, the tears, sing away all your nameless fears. Close your eyes and keep letting go, this is your song.”
“dis my tong.”
Prue and Phoebe sang in the sunrise. Grams and Piper watched from the doorway as Phoebe, belted out the last part along with big sister.
Sing it loud, sing it for the world, feel as free as a little bird. Close your eyes and you’ll know for sure,
you’ve got your song.”
ting it woud, ting for da wold, feel as fwee as a wittle biwd. Cwose your eyes and you’ll for sure,
me got a tong.”
“wove pwue.” Phoebe said, as lids fluttered in to peaceful sleep.
“Me too, baby, me too.” Prue, would never admit it, but she loved this time with the youngest Halliwell. And would be crushed if the little girl went to anyone else to ease her fears.
Grams and Piper shared a knowing look and softly closed the door on the timeless and precious moment.
Fast Forward Twenty-five years:
She sensed her before she really saw her. Brown eyes peered over the top of her headstone. The flashing lightning reflected the young woman’s fears. Prue was torn between heaven and aiding the little girl in distress. Still the chocolate orbs pierced the darkening sky.; almost begging permission to dive into her dimension and into the safety of her big sister’s arms. She could never resist the pleading in her little girls face. “How can I ever say no to you, come here little one.” Prue nearly let out a laugh at the speed in which her sister flew. The only sound being the swooshing of the vortex as it raced across the ages, bringing Phoebe to Prue’s side, if only for a short time.
Cuddled in the nook of her sister’s arm, she shook with fear, anticipating the next catastrophe, on the ready to steal another loved one from her side.
“What’s up sweetie?” Prue asked as did each and every autumn storm. To Phoebe the routine was calming, if Prue attempted a different version, Phoebe would become even more agitated.
“’afaid.”
“Why, you know no one can hurt you. Not while I’m around… they wouldn’t dare.” Phoebe, didn’t let out her usual giggle as Prue repeated her threat and tickled her sister’s trembling chin.
“too late.” She said as she burrowed further into her sister, leached on to Prue’s arm for dear life.
“Rocker?”
“uh huh.”
“How’d you get here anyway, young lady?”
“spell.”
“Figures, you little monkey.”
“swing?”
“Sure, baby, I can swing.” Prue, smiled in the darkness as her little sister began to slowly relax under her gentle glide of the rocker movement.
“sing,?“
“Which one, Pheebs?“
“my song…please?”
BOOM!! …. The thunder crashed, nearly drowning out her little sister’s request. Phoebe pulled her hands free and covered her ears. In anger and fear she shouted…
“no!! stop!! leave my family alone. isn‘t three enough, aren’t you ever satisfied? you can‘t have any more. i won‘t let you take them away too!!!” She then reburied her head and began to cry again.
“Shh, Phoebe. Listen to the words, listen to your song and nothing else, come on, baby, whatdaya say?”
“’kay. You make them stay away, don‘t let them take Piper too.”
“Whenever you weep, whenever you sigh. When friends let you down all over town, I want you sing.” Prue’s voice filled Phoebe’s heart with the first peace since her big sister‘s death. Phoebe loved to hear the tones of her sister’s voice as she rested her head on her chest. The echo of love was never better heard than when she was in her big sister’s arms.
“Whenever you’re sad…” Prue paused waiting for her sister to join in but silence filled the gap. Phoebe, are you gonna sing your part?
Her soft voice began to sing low at first, but Prue knew, that soon the emotional storm would be over and the whole heavens would be awakened by the energetic sounds of Phoebe’s attempts at keeping ‘her song’ in tune.
“this is my song.” Tears filtered through the melody. As off key as it was, it was beautiful to Prue’s ears.
“Whenever you cry, whenever the song seems to be gone, I want you to sing.”
“this is my song.”
“That’s right, love, cause this is your song.
Prue rocked, the rhythm easing the worry from Phoebe’s brow with her fingers.
“more?”
“Sing away, sing away, the tears, sing away all your nameless fears. Close your eyes and keep letting go, this is your song.”
“this is my song.”
Prue and Phoebe sang in the sunrise. Piper watched from the door of the Jeep as Phoebe, sat at the base of her sister’s tombstone. Her small frame rocking back and forth as she sang the last part of ‘her song’, all alone.
sing it loud, sing it for the world, feel as free as a little bird. close your eyes and you’ll know for sure,
you’ve got your song.”
“love you prue.” Phoebe said, as lids fluttered, pulling her back to earth.
“I love you too baby, to the moon and back.” Prue, would never admit it, but she loved this time with the youngest Halliwell. And would be crushed if the little girl went to anyone else to ease her fears.
Piper smiled through her tears. She could hear Prue telling her to go and get her.
“Take her back to the manor, Pipe. Start time again, and make new, precious moments. Close the door on the past, but never your hearts, for that is where I will always be.”
“Love you, Prue.”
“Love you too Piper, to the moon and back. One more thing. Make sure she never forgets the words, promise?”
“I promise.”
Piper pulled Phoebe to her feet and led her back to the Cherokee.
“Let’s go home, baby, let’s go home.”