Chapter 12 - One Day At A Time

Orbing back into the manor, almost twenty minutes later, Prue felt...different. She wasn't sure how, exactly. Wasn't sure if she felt good or bad. But different.

"Well?" Preston asked, and Prue forced a smile.

"I've got it." She nodded.

"Try it." Andy murmured. Nodding, she looked around, then flicked her wrist at a photo. It flew across the room and hit the wall.

"I did it." She whispered.

"You broke it." Phoebe said, looking down at the picture of their dad and her daughter. "Which reminds me...dad's coming here. Tomorrow."

"What?" Prue was the only one who seemed surprised, which meant that everyone else knew. Great. "I...I don't know if I'm ready to see him."

"There's only one way to find out." Phoebe shrugged.

"Phoebe, all I can remember of that man is him walking away. I know, I know we made up, but I don't remember it. And...well, to me, he's still the guy who wasn't there most of my life."

"If you meet him, maybe you'll remember." Phoebe said.

"We better hope so. 'Cause right now, all I can remember is how good it was to send him flying across the room." She turned and left the room. After a few seconds, Andy followed her. Phoebe made to do the same, but Coop stopped her.

"Leave it. They need to talk anyway."

"What's going on between them two?" Paige asked.

"Can't tell you." Coop replied. "Sorry."

"What's the point of having a cupid as a brother in law if you can't hear about other people's love lives?" Paige sighed.

"My charm, smarts, and good lucks." Coop replied.

"Keep guessing." Paige replied.

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"Prue wait." Andy said. She carried on walking, and only stopped when she reached her bedroom.

"I don't want to see him." She sighed.

"I know."

"They don't understand that. No one understands it."

"I do."

"How can you? How can you understand it? Your dad was there for you your whole life, always loving you, always proud."

"I held you so many times as you cried about him."

"Please, Andy, I got over him when I was twelve."

"Thirteen." He corrected. "And you were only over him when you were sober."

"Yeah, well. They keep telling me I forgave him, we were past it...but I can't imagine ever forgiving him."

"You forget...but never forgive." He murmured. "You told me that years ago."

"Exactly. You think they forgave him after I "died" and are lying?"

"No, I don't." He laughed. "I think you put it behind you. They said it happened only a little while before you got taken...so you were probably just building up a relationship with him..."

"That doesn't mean I want to do it now. Even Paige is closer to him than me. Why bother?"

"Because you need to meet him, at least. You need answers, Prue, you know that. And if you can work things out, I think he'd be good for the boys. They don't have a dad, a granddad would be good."

"They have three perfectly good uncles."

"Yeah, and they have me. But they could have him too."

She sighed. "I'll meet him. I'm not saying I'll be nice about it, but I'll meet him."

"Just take one day at a time."

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Preston was flicking through the book Henry had gave him. Henry. A seven year old. Preston could read, just not as well as most his age. However, he was determined to get up to standard. Even if that meant reading the books a seven year old proclaimed as "awesome".

It was easy though, and he took some joy from that. He flipped the page again and cried out when the page sliced through his skin. Looking down, he saw a small drop of blood sat on his finger. A paper cut.

He'd never bleed before. He'd always thought there was something beautiful about blood, and strangely it meant more to him than just kill.

It symbolised pain and humanity. And now, he had that symbol. The small droplet of blood symbolised everything...his old life, murder, causing blood to spill, and his new life, as human, being able to shed it himself.

And, smiling at it, for once he felt hope. Sure, the cut hurt like hell, and that surprised him, but he was more human than ever.

And he could live with that.


The End. Thanks to everyone who took the time to review, and anyone who'll give this story one last one...