Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 16, 2009 23:58:19 GMT -5
Chapter Two – Prue
Later that evening, Prue wearily walked through the front door. It had been a long day to begin with and then Andy had shown up. At first she had been glad to see him--visitors were always a welcome distraction from the endless antiques that needed to be catalogued for the upcoming auction.
That is, until he had started in on the questions. They were innocent ones at first, but she could soon tell that he was trying to find out if she had anything to do with a case he was working on, which indeed the Charmed Ones had. Even though he told her that it was not an official visit, it was clear that he felt she knew more than she admitted to knowing and things rapidly slid downhill from there.
Her shoulders slumped dejectedly. Things between her and Andy had become so complicated recently. Life had seemed so much simpler back when they dated in high school, before magic. She almost laughed at the silliness of the thought. Simple? In high school? Sure. Right. But it was better then -- there were no secrets between us. If only I could just tell him; if only the time was right. But how would he react? What if he can’t accept it? I couldn’t handle that.
She walked into the front room, half-hoping to find one of her sisters, but was relieved to find it empty and almost turned towards the stairs when a small red box on the coffee table caught her eye, causing her to head for the couch in the center of the room instead. Taking a seat and looking in, she was surprised to find a white envelope with the words “For Prue” written on it. She gasped as she recognized her her mother’s writing. Gently taking the letter out of the box, she lifted it to her face, smiling at the faint scent of sandalwood that always meant her mother. Closing the box and setting it back on the coffee table, she carefully put her fingernail under the flap and carefully sliding it across, trying to do as little harm to the envelope as possible. Taking out the single sheet of paper, she unfolded it and began to read:
“My Dear, Dear Prue,Prue smiled sadly. You’re right, Mom. I have been their mother a lot more than their sister, even Piper. But I’ve done it for so long, I’m not sure how not to. I wish you had been here, Mom, so I only would've had to be big sister. Maybe Phoebe and I would ge along better. I'm sure you would've been able to handle her better than I have.
“Even now, at age four, you are a wonder; I know you will make me very proud. I know you will be the big sister Piper and Phoebe need, but remember you are their sister. Sometimes it’s okay to just be a sister. Love them, hug them, be a friend when they need one.
“It is hard to write a letter explaining how I shall feel for you at the time you read it, when you will not read it for many years. As I have put a spell on the chest that held this letter, you will not be able to open it until you have your magic back.Prue smiled, a bit wryly. Oh, yes, Mom, I still know Andy. I not only know him, I love him. I wonder if you knew that even back then. I wish you were here. I wish I knew how you told Victor that you were a witch. I just wish you were here.
“I have reason to believe that I will not be around when this happens, and if I am not, know that I love you and know that I miss you. I hope I am wrong so I can have a hug and the chance to tell you I love you in person.
“Today, I watched you and Piper play with the neighbor boy, Andy Trudeau. Do you still know him?
Piper froze him and the poor boy was so confused. In my stomach I felt your baby sister kick. All three of you wanted to feel her when I told you. Soon she will be born and then Mother will be binding your powers. You may not like that, but what we will be doing, what by now we have done is for your own safety and to give you the normal childhood you deserve.The corner of Prue’s lips quirked as the mention of Piper freezing Andy. Yes, Mom. Piper and I still confuse him, though we have Phoebe to help us with that now.
“Never doubt my love for you. I may not say it enough. I doubt there is such a thing. I want you to know. I love you, Prue.“(Signed) With Love
“Mom”
Prue smiled as she smoothed the letter with her hand. She gently traced the word “Mom” with her finger. A letter from Mom. And even with all the years that have passed since she wrote it, it still is exactly what I need.
Folding the letter back up, she tucked it back into the envelope, careful not to crease the paper or the envelope. She leaned back and closed her eyes. I miss those days and I miss you so much. Grams did a good job, but we needed you.
Her letter in hand, Prue stood up. Leaving the box on the table, she headed upstairs to her room in order to reread her letter in private.