Where Were You

Phoebe sat there, staring at Barbas as he questioned the Cleaner. She couldn't believe this was happening. How could they be on trial for all the good they'd done? Surely the good side of the Tribunal had to recognize that. Barbas flashed her his crooked smile as he continued on about the string of deaths relating to police officers. He waved his hand over the circle of truth and a hologram appeared, bringing back the painful memory of the day Andy died.

"That was their sister's Prue's first true love," Barbas sneered.

"And what ever became of her," he continued.

"How dare you drag her into this," Phoebe shouted before Gideon could stop her. She was angry now…at Barbas for bringing up Prue. She pushed her way past Gideon and stormed towards the Cleaner.

"Phoebe just sit down," Paige begged.

"This is not your witness," one of the demons of the Tribunal boomed.

"You know what…I don't care," Phoebe hissed, turning to the Cleaner.

"I wasn't done," Barbas remarked.

"Get out of my face," Phoebe ordered, shooting him a very dark look.

"If you are supposed to clean up magic, then where were you when Prue died? Why couldn't you have cleaned up the magic and let her live?" Phoebe demanded.

"We did what had to be done," the Cleaner answered calmly.

"Why did I have to lose a sister?" Phoebe shouted. The Cleaner opened his mouth but Barbas held up a hand.

"Another rhetorical question," he whispered.

"You have no idea what it is like to lose the person you've looked up to your whole life. You don't know what that feels like, do you," she challenged.

"I do not," he answered almost robotically.

"Then how can you justify doing it? You just took her away even when we tried to change it so that magic wasn't exposed," Phoebe accused.

"You could not be trusted to ensure that magic would be covered up," the Cleaner answered.

"That's bullshit and you know it. That's all this is…Barbas trying to tip the balance in his favor," she ground out.

"Phoebe, please just sit down," Gideon begged.

"No. He can't just drag Prue into this and expect me to do nothing," Phoebe replied.

"Phoebe I really don't think shouting at them is going to help us any," Paige sighed. Suddenly Piper materialized behind Paige.

"Whoah…how'd I get here?" she asked, looking around, jumping slightly at the sight of the Tribunal.

"We brought you here. To talk some sense into your sister," one of the Elders explained.

"Wh-what is going on?" she asked.

"Barbas thinks he can just drag Prue into all of this and expects us to just sit by and watch him do it. Where were the Cleaners then? They think they have the right to just take her from us," Phoebe rambled heatedly. Piper walked around the table and pulled her sister to her in a hug.

"You have every right to be angry about this, Pheebs. Believe me I know where you're coming from," Piper murmured.

"It's just not fair. We've done so much good in the last six years and here they are acting like they couldn't do anything else to save Prue," Phoebe sniffled.

"We had no choice," the Cleaner interjected.

"You just shut up," Piper snapped.

"Listen to me. Whatever they're trying to do, they won't get away with it. They never do," Piper whispered.

"Prue would want you to be strong not stupid," she continued, rubbing Phoebe's back. Phoebe nodded and slowly went to sit back down. Piper placed a firm hand on her shoulder, glaring at Barbas as he finished his questions.