Prue – 21
Piper - 19
Phoebe - 15



Phoebe sat in the passenger seat as Prue drove down the drive. Kirkwin Academy, the sign read. Phoebe breathed in deeply. It was going to be a long day. Prue stopped the car in front of the school. Her blue eyes, giving off a hint of encouragement.

"You’ll be okay. I’m don’t have any classes for another hour. I won’t say hi to you unless you say hi to me." Prue noticed the nervousness in her sister’s eyes. "It has one of the best soccer teams. It’s the first day for all the sophomores, Pheebs. Try-outs are today. You’ll do fine, you have your stuff, you know where to go."

"Right, Prue," Phoebe responded without looking at her sister. He plaid skirt, white blouse, and navy blue sweater, didn’t seem as stupid when she saw the rest of the student body wearing it. But for some reason she still felt like an idiot.

Prue frowned as she got out of the car. She watched her sister walk up the steps and into the building. She stepped on the gas and drove away.

Phoebe walked out of the office and down the hall. Double checking her schedule and locker number and combo, as she entered the went wing hall. 364. She pushed past a few people and got to her locker. She turned the pad lock a little bit to the left, then around to the right, and finally to 0. The locked popped open. She pulled on the locker. It didn’t budge.

She jumped as she saw an arm reach over her shoulder and pulled it easily open. She smiled sheepishly and turned over her shoulder. There was one of the cutest guys she had ever seen. Maybe this won’t be so bad, she thought to herself.

"Uh, . . . you have to give it a good tug." His smile is perfect, Phoebe thought.

She never thought a guy in a uniform could look so good.

"I’m Walker McRoy." He held out his hand. After barely getting a response, he backed away, embarrassed. "I’ll see you at tryouts."

Phoebe came out of her trance and glanced down at her duffle. Don’t let him get away, stupid, she told herself.

"Uh . . . Walker!" she called. He turned hope in his eyes. "I don’t know where the locker room is, could you help me?"

He smiled, she smiled. This wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought.

Prue parked, school had started and she had to do her best to avoid her. As she walked down the hall to her class room, she heard guys whistling. Grouse, she thought. When she finally arrived the bell range, students began to flow in.

As soon as they were situated, and unusually quiet, she began.

"I’m Miss Halliwell, and I’m teaching your Art History Class, this semester. . . ." She went on the details of the class.

By the end of the day she had received eight proposals from guys 14 – 19, given out two detentions and taken fourteen notes that were passed. She sat satisfied at her desk. Just as she began to open one, there was a knock at the door. Her pierce blue eyes looked up.

There stood of the most gorgeous men she has ever seen. Her hair was dark, his skin tanned. Prue guessed, maybe Mexican. Her was dressed in a suit, duffle on shoulder.

"Hi, I’m Carlos Domingez, the new girls’ varsity soccer coach." They shook hands and Prue smiled sheepishly when she was caught blushing. "I was passing by, and thought you might know where I should go."

"Uhhh, the office," as he backed out, feeling stupid asking Prue finally said something. It was as she were star struck b this man.. " I’m Prue Halliwell."

Carlos smiled; he was in love. He took her hand and kissed it.

"Nice to meet you, Prue." He thought for a second. "Let me make you dinner."

Prue was taken back. They just met, but he was gorgeous. Prue nodded.

"Alright."

"We’ll be with my sister and her husband at my house, is that still okay?" Prue nodded. "I’ll come pick you up tomorrow night at sevenish, we’ll eat at eight?"

Prue nodded. This was a good day, a very good day.


At about that same time, Piper ran up the front steps of the academy. Kids were almost completely gone, except for the sports kids of course. She walked down the hallway, to the fourth floor. She knocked on the door. A faint "come in" was heard. There at the desk was Jacob, Mr. Donivan as he was known.

His face lit up when he saw her standing in the doorway. He went over to her and kissed her passionately.

"You . . . .know . . . .we . . . should . . .. really … . . tell . . . my family about us." Piper said between kisses.

"I . . . . . know," he replied through more kisses. Piper pulled away with a smile.

"Especially your son." Piper began to pace slowly. "Plus, we my sister coming, we shouldn’t go really pubic, but I think he should know. I mean, I know he’s only four but you know."

Jacob sighed deeply. He looked at his shoes for a moment, then back at Piper.

"Alright, if you want."


As Phoebe ran down the filed, the ball at her feet, wizzing past all the varsity players., with the inside of her foot she kicked the ball easily into the goal.

"Whoa! Where’d she come from?" asked the players.

"What’s her name I want her!" the varsity coach ordered the assistant coach to find out.

As Phoebe turned to head back to the forward line, she noticed everyone was looking at her. She turned, everyone was looking at her. She smiled sheepishly and ran faster to the forward line.

When the tryout was finished, Phoebe was told how well she did. Many of the other player came up to her and introduced themselves. She got eight invites to eight different tables. She was flattered. But the thing that continued to catch her eye, was her older sister Prue talking, well, more like flirting with her coach near the bleachers.

"It’s nice meeting you, I’ll see you tomorrow," Phoebe told her new friend Janie.

Just as Phoebe began to walk away, someone caught her eye. There sitting at the top of the bleachers surrounded by a few of his friends, sat Walker, with his letterman jacket on. Phoebe smiled and waved. He smiled and returned it. The other guys followed his gaze and waved sheepishly.


"Your sister did great," Carlos said as he looked into her blue eyes. "It amazed me how well she could play. She never seemed tired." He paused.

" Yeah, she the athlete in the family." Prue looked at her shoes. "So, are we still on for dinner tomorrow?"

Carlos smiled. She remembered, and she smiling, maybe she liked him back..

Before he could answer, Phoebe came up and stood next to Prue.

"Hello, Phoebe," Carlos smiled. "You did wonderful in practice today, you can see if you made the team tomorrow on the bulletin board, but I guarantee you will be."

Phoebe gave a weak smile.

"I’m glad, I did my best." There was something weird about him.

"Well, we should go," Prue said as she wrapped her arms around Phoebe’s shoulders. "We’ll see you."

As they walked to the car, Phoebe turned once more to see Carlos, she didn’t know what it was but there was something about him.

All three of the Halliwell girls sat around the table. Everyone was quiet. AT the far end, Grams glanced from one granddaughter to the next. Prue sat across from her obviously thinking happy thoughts, Phoebe sat on her right side, pondering over something, and Piper, well Piper had a mixture of emotions, happy, confused, and excited. Something was going on the question was, did their problems have to do with the same thing?

"So, darlings, how was your day?" Grams asked as she looked from one granddaughter to the next.

However, each one remained silent, mostly wrapped up in their own thoughts.

"Hello?" Penny asked.

Piper’s head shot up. She looked around.

"What? Are you talking to me?" Piper asked quickly.

"Never mind," Penny returned to her soup.


Later that night, Piper sat by the phone, biting her lip. Should she pick up the phone? Or should she wait for him call? Call him wait? She trusted him, all the way, course she did, he would tell his son, and then call her. Course, why was she doubting him? There was no reason.

Piper gave a sigh, defeated. She picked up the phone and began to dial.

"HELLO! I’m talking here!" It was Phoebe.

Augh! Piper screamed. She stomped down to hallway. She knocked on Prue’s door, followed by a faint come in. Prue wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Suddenly she came out of the closet. She had a black dress in one hand and a red velvet one in another.

"Which one?" Prue asked.

Piper smiled.

"Who’s the guy? What’s his name?" Prue smiled.

"Carlos, he’s Phoebe’s new soccer coach. He’s –" Prue was stopped.

Piper sat on Prue’s king size bed.

"You’re in trouble, dating Phoebe’s coach. Honey, it’s her life at her new school don’t make it worse!" Piper said. She waved it off.

"Piper, you’re over reacting." Prue set her dresses on the table. "Well, according to you, I think you’re the one with the man problem. You and he are keeping your relation a secret from everyone. Especially him, I think the one you should be suspecting."

Piper sat there dumb founded.

"How did you--?"

"I was passing by and huh, you were trading . . . uh . . .spit," Prue said looking at the floor.

Piper’s eyes were wide. She had enjoyed her little secret, but ugh! her sister knew.

" Piper, I love you but don’t lecture about my love life, when yours even worse." Prue smiled and returned to her dresses.

Ouch, Piper thought to herself. She got up quietly and returned down the hall.
Phoebe walked quietly down the hall, school was out once again. Prue and Piper have been somewhat avoiding each other and Phoebe was oblivious to the fact why, but something was going on. She had made the team. Walk had given her a big hug when they looked at the sheet together. She liked Walker he was really sweet.

As was steps away from Coach Domingez’s office, when some of the football player stepped in front of her.

"Heeeeelllllllloooo," the leader said flirtily. Phoebe tried to pass them but she was unable. "Hey, hey, where are you going?"

"Just let me by," Phoebe said.

"No, no, no. We need to check out the new menu this year," another boy said as he circled her.

Phoebe was about to say something again but Walker came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hey , baby. How was your morning?" he asked with a sly smile. He looked at the guys. "May I help you, boys?"

Phoebe immediately knew what Walker was doing. She snuggled closer and looked questionably at the group of guys. Embarrassed, they backed off.

"Course not, Walker," the leader mumbled and turned and walked down the hall.

When they were out of sight, Phoebe moved a little away from Walker.

"Thanks," she said quietly, feeling highly sheepish for not being given the chance in stick up for herself. "You wanna, go to a movie some time?"

Walker smiled, "I’d love to."

"I have to go to practice," Phoebe said, "but I’ll call you."

"You know my number?" Walker asked with a smile.

"Of course."

With that she ran down the hallway, forgetting what she had been intending to ask her coach.


Piper walked down the hall, nervously, to Jacob’s classroom. She knocked on the door. Jacob looked at Piper, a pinch of frustration in his eyes.

"Piper," he said standing up. "How are you? Sit down?"

"You haven’t told him have you?"

He slammed his fist down on the table, making Piper jump.

"Is that what you’re afraid of Piper? My four year old son not liking you?"

" No, I’m afraid your whole family won’t like me if we continue to keep this relationship a secret."

"Damn it Piper!"

"Wait! Are you just in this for the pleasure, because you’re lonely? Is this an overnight thing?"

Jacob shock his head.

"No! Piper, it’s not!" Piper ran out of the room. Remorsefully he put his head in his hands.


After practice, Phoebe was finally changed up and ready, Prue was to pick her up. Most of the team was gone, no one was left except for Phoebe. She was changing slowly because she was thinking about Walker, she was completely distracted.

She jumped when she heard someone in front of her, she looked up.

"Hey, Phoebe," he said. He knew her sister cared for him a lot, but what was he doing in the locker room, the girl’s locker room.

"Uh . . . .hi," Phoebe said nervously. " I’ll tell my sister, you said hi. Okay? Bye?" Phoebe tried going toward the door.

"No, no, no," he said, "You’re not going anywhere. Sit." Phoebe sat. He rubbed his hand over her shoulder and began caressing her cheek. Then, moving his way across her chest, Phoebe tightened as he began groping her, but never made a sound. "You are very pretty. Such a nice body. I should have you now." He pondered on this thought for a minute and smiled. Phoebe began to try to back away from him, but no avail. "No, I won’t have you, I’ll just play."

He pulled out a knife. Phoebe screamed with all her might. Please, oh, please someone hear me. Please! He covered her mouth quickly. However, not quick enough. Another man ran through the door.

" What the hell are you doing?"

He held Phoebe tighter in his grip. He looked at the man in front of him. He was caught. He had to kill him both and he had to do it fast. In the blink of an eye he took the knife his hand and plunged it into Phoebe’s back.

Jacob’s eye widened as he watched Phoebe fall. He saw her body drop and Carlos begin to step toward her, closer and closer and closer. He was in trouble. He kicked Carlos in the stomach and began to run but somehow Carlos was in front of him, in a blink of an eye. Before Jacob knew it the burning of the cold blade filled his chest. He fell to the ground, dead.

Suddenly from out of no where a whitelighter appeared. The whitelighter lifted his hand and through him against the wall. Confused and dazed, Carlos stood.

"What the hell? How did you?"

"I’m special, I’m half whitelighter and half witch. Didn’t your mother teach you that she should treat women with respect?" He opened his hand and a white energy, a good kind of energy, went toward his heart. "Goodbye."

Carlos screamed in pain. He was engulfed in flames and he was gone. The whitelighter ran over to phoebe and healed her. Though, healed she was still dazed. He then ran over to Jacob and healed him. Finally, Phoebe’s eyes focused.

"Walker?" she asked faintly.

The whitelighter helped Jacob up, when the football coach ran through the door.

"What the hell? Walker what happened?"

Walker looked into Phoebe’s eyes.

"I heard screaming and then I saw Carlos Domingez run out, Phoebe was lying on the floor, and Mr. Donivan was helping her."

Phoebe could tell there was more, but there was a plead in Walker’s eyes that made her keep quiet. Soon, Grams was their her sisters not far behind. She was being checked out. She was fine. The police soon asked her what happened. She never knew her motive, but she told the same story as Walker. She had this feeling that he had a secret, that had to be kept, a feeling she would be all too familiar with in her later years.

"Well, Coach Domingez came in and he was flirting with me and stuff, but Mr. Donivan came in a scared him off." The officer nodded as Phoebe spook.

As she walked with her Grams and Piper at her side to the car, she saw Walker standing at the edge of the crowd that had gathered. His eye smiled at her and he turned and walked away. In his eyes she knew that he trusted her, and she trusted him. As she saw him walked away out of view, she always remembered him walking away, for that was the last that she ever saw of him.

Prue leaned against the hood of the car. That bastard tried to hurt her sister and get to her. She felt stupid and used. God! she thought, why can’t she ever find a nice guy. A caring guy. She stood watching her Grams and Piper help Phoebe into the car. The two would now be even more over protective of her. Prue sighed. She looked up at the sky, please send me someone I trust, she pleaded.

As she turned to get into her car she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and smiled. She looked up. That was fast, she thought silently.

"Hey, Prue, long time," he smiled. She smiled.

"Yeah, Andy, it’s been a long time."


Grams shut the door behind Phoebe. She smiled at Piper, as she motioned to Jacob.

"I’ll see you at home, dear." Grams got into the car and drove back to the manor.


Piper walked up to Jacob, pulled him into a hug.

"I really appreciate you saving my sister. I owe you," Piper said. She then looked at the ground. "You know you don’t –’’ Piper began.

However, Jacob started at the same time too.

"Listen, Piper."

"You go," they said again simultaneously.

"Alright, I’ll go," Jacob said. He was silent. Finally he began. "Listen, this relation started, because I was on the rebound. I didn’t know what I wanted I just wanted someone. I admit it, I was using you. I’m so sorry." He saw Piper getting mad and wanting to say something. He stopped her. "I did something I never expected Piper, I feel so badly for you. I thought about you all the time. You see, you’re the first woman I ever loved, truly, and it wasn’t over night. It wasn’t some kind of relationship that I sleep with a girl and never see him again. I was afraid to tell someone because I was afraid you would go away. You see Piper, the problem with you and me is that I’m getting used to actually being with a girl for more than one night. You’ve taught me to love, Piper, but I still need to learn more. Let me go Piper. Let me learn, to love someone else. You’ve taught me so much, something I never could have learned on my own . I thank you from the bottom of my heart. But we both know we can’t go on in this relationship. We’ve both learned something Piper. This knowledge will help you leap, actually leap for a guy without waiting for him to come to you. I know you Piper. You’ll make one man, extremely happy. And some day I want to shake his hand to congratulate him, he’ll be the luckiest man on earth. Promise me one thing, Piper." Piper nodded tear flowing freely in front on her smile. "That he’ll respect you, and treat you right."

"That’s two things," Piper chuckled, tear still flowing.

He smiled back. He pulled her close to him, cupping her face in his hands.

"I love you, I’ll always love you," he said. He pulled her into a kiss. A kiss Piper would never forget. He pulled away and walked away. Turning back only once. "Promise me, Piper." She nodded.


Ten years later

Piper knelt at his grave. Her hand dropping flowers.

"Sorry, it took me so long to get here Jake. I didn’t hear about . . . it until now. But I kept my promise. I met your wife and we talked." Piper was silent. She pulled Leo toward the foot of the headstone beside her. She wiped her tears. She felt Leo’s arm wrap around her shoulder for support. "Jacob, meet Leo, my husband."


The End