Author's note: This is the product of huge Prue and Andy miss-age on my part. Timeline is very early season two, say within the first five eps. Thanks to the Charmed-O-Rama crew and Cassie for giving me advance reviews on this chapter. :)

Her plan was perfect. She had figured out that one way to get one of the Charmed Ones on her side was to get the witch to use her powers for evil. Obviously, that wasn't going to be overly easy. It required cunning and delicacy. How to infiltrate the sisters had given her pause. Which sister was the one who would let her in?

Piper was too preoccupied with wondering if she and Leo could make their relationship work. She was also preoccupied with flirting with the next- door neighbor, though she was denying that to her sisters. Her mind wasn't in the right place; she wasn't thinking about the kinds of thing she'd need to be thinking about in order to even consider using her powers for evil.

Phoebe could have been the one; she was after all the youngest and the weakest. But she had recently begun researching her craft and working on her magic. Trying to convince her to use her powers contrary to their purpose would be too difficult and raise too much suspicion.

Prue, on the other hand, was in the perfect mindset for her plan. She had just lost one of her closest friends, and she felt responsible. In her mind, Andy had died because of her involvement with the supernatural. Even though she had told her sisters that she no longer blamed herself, she still carried a heavy guilt with her each and every day.

All she had to do get Prue to do was want to avenge her boyfriend's death. Posing as a distraught young widow selling off her husband's possessions was the perfect cover. It got her close to Prue almost every day and she was sure she could get the eldest Halliwell to trust her. An added bonus was that working with a woman around her age who had lost her husband so suddenly was bound to stir up Prue's emotions. She was also working on a potion that would weaken Prue's strong facade and bring out her vulnerable side. Distributing it would be easy; a little in her coffee one day, a little in her food the next. Giving it to her slowly would make her slide less noticeable to those around her. Once the potion worked, it wouldn't be that difficult to convince her to use her powers for revenge. And that was all that was needed; the full descent into evil from there would be a piece of cake.

She grinned triumphantly, proud of herself. Oh, yes, her plan was absolutely perfect.

Prue Halliwell ran her finger over the table in the foyer and shook her head when she realized just how much dust was on the table. "This is disgusting," she muttered to herself, wiping her finger on her pajama pants. She sprayed the table with furniture polish and let it sit a moment. When was the last time anyone had dusted the house? she wondered, inhaling the deep lemon scent. As she wiped the polish into the table with a dishrag, she shook her head again. She had let the housework go for far too long.

So now she was making up for it. She had already cleaned the kitchen thoroughly: she had scrubbed the countertops, polished the stainless steel and chrome surfaces until they sparkled, and mopped the floor. Then she had dusted the dining room completely. She had actually pondered taking out the vacuum, but she decided it was much too early and she didn't want to wake her sisters. She had been working her way into the parlor when the dust on the foyer table caught her eye. This floor could use a mopping, too, she thought as she lifted her foot and checked the bottom of her white sock. Just as she had suspected, it was dirty. But as dirty as the floor was, it was going to have to wait. After the parlor, she planned to get the upstairs hallway and her bedroom. "Those wall sconces probably haven't seen a cleaning in years," she mumbled.

She finished the table and headed into the parlor, flicking the lightswitch on. As the dark room became as illuminated as the rest of the first floor, Prue squinted and wondered where to start. "No place like the beginning," she sighed, taking the pictures off the endtable at her left side.

She had been so engrossed in her cleaning that she hadn't heard Piper come down the stairs. So it came as a shock to her when Piper spoke up from behind her. "Prue? What are you doing?"

Prue whirled around to see her sister rubbing her eyes and shielding them against the light. "Cleaning," Prue answered. Wasn't it obvious what she was doing? "The house is a mess."

"Prue, it's four o'clock in the morning," Piper said gently. She stepped into the room and took the dishrag and can of furniture polish out of Prue's hands. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep," Prue shrugged. "I turned on my light and I noticed that my room was dusty, so I decided to get up and check out the rest of the house. It's filthy!"

Piper shot Prue a confused look. "So you decided to clean it at four in the morning?"

Prue nodded and shrugged, not understanding what the big deal was. "No time like the present, right?" She snatched her dusting equipment back from her sister.

Piper shook her head as if to clear it, then put her hands on Prue's shoulders. "Prue, you don't belong cleaning the house at four in the morning. You belong asleep at four in the morning."

"I told you already, I couldn't sleep."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" Piper asked. Prue shrugged, ducking out of her sister's grasp. "Were you thinking about anything or anyone?"

"No," Prue said, shaking her head. "I just couldn't sleep. It's not a big deal, really."

Piper bit her lip, debating whether or not to argue with Prue. After a moment of thought, she decided that getting Prue worked up would only make the situation worse. "Okay, hon. Will you come upstairs with me and just try to sleep? You can stay with me--"

Prue shook her head no again. "I can't. I have tried, and I can't. It's okay, though, because the cleaning's keeping me busy."

Piper looked at her sister with a concerned expression, but she decided that it would be easier to agree with Prue for the moment. "Okay. Night, Prue."

"Night, Piper," Prue said, smiling. She watched her sister leave the room, then turned back to her cleaning. When she was through with the parlor, it was going to be sparkling.