Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed

A/N: Ok, so this chapter was meant to be up a few days ago but since my laptop was an ass and saved it wrongly I can't access it so this is a re-write of what I had already written. DAMN! Anyway, I hope you like it.

Failing – Contact

Prue lay awake in her bed, she had been tossing and turning for what seemed like an hour. Finally she gave into the fact that she wasn't going to fall asleep and rolled over to see what time it actually was. Her alarm clock read 5.45am, that was way earlier than Prue – a morning person – got up normally. These days she wouldn't have minded lying in bed all day, it didn't seem important that she got out of bed and faced the world. Nothing could bring Andy back and fill the hole that had formed inside her since he died, so why should she get out of her bed. Being Prue she knew very well that she couldn't just lie about all day, although the prospect of it seemed more tantalising that usual. Slowly Prue swung her legs out of bed and felt her feet hit the floor, they felt heavy and tired and seemed to drag as she walked towards her desk. On her desk was her newly started journal, she hadn't kept record of things since high school and her books from back then were filled with notes about Andy, this journal had been started in dedication to him. It seemed that since he had died things seemed more important that she should write everything down. She picked up the biro that sat on the journal and began to write,

Dear Diary,

God, I feel so stupid writing that, "dear diary" I mean I'm not in school anymore. There is more important things that writing in a diary or journal or whatever a supposed grown up is meant to call it. But I can't think of any other way to start these entries. I still haven't cried for Andy, I have tried but nothing seems to make me cry. I think I'm becoming hollow, how else can you explain all this. I have lost my lover and I can't see him or speak to him ever again but I still can't cry. I mean when Mom died I didn't cry much in public but when I was by myself I couldn't hold the tears in... this time I can't make them come out. I think about all the times we spent together, when we used to sneak up to my room during high school – the thrill of getting caught with Grams made things even more exciting, and the Prom, our first kiss, when we first slept together... everything that should make me cry and feel sorry that I'll never see him again. I feel nothing. I mean, that's not true, I feel the pain but I can't express it. I swear if you held my chest to your ear you'd probably hear nothing, you couldn't hear my heart beating. The only sign that it still is is the fact that I'm still walking around.

I heard somewhere that writing is supposed to be therapeutic – I think that's a load of bullshit. I think it was that therapist that Grams sent me to see after Mom died. But I think he was crazier than I was. I mean I'm writing all this stuff about Andy and how I feel but yet I'm not crying. I just want to cry. To let it all fucking out of my system, I mean I never really got to say goodbye. I told him I loved him but is that ever even enough. What if he didn't really know? Did he?

"Wait!" exclaimed Prue dropping the pen and getting up. She ran from her room being as quiet as she could and into the attic, quietly closing the attic door she walked over to the book of shadows. She flicked excitedly through the pages and then suddenly stopped, her eyes scanned the page that was in front of her and then she spoke,

"Hear these words, hear the rhyme,

Pass across space and time,

Come to me I call you near,

Come to me and settle here," with that Prue looked out across the attic. She awaited some magical sign that her spell had worked but nothing. Then suddenly the door flew open, Prue's eyes darted towards it but she wasn't greeted with what she wanted. Merely by her sisters standing in the door frame,

"Prue, what are you doing?" asked Piper as she entered the attic slowly, followed closely by Phoebe.

"Nothing," Prue lied, as she attempted to quickly shut the book of shadows but she was stopped by Phoebe who now stood next to her. Phoebe opened the page and turned it to face her,

"To contact the dead?" asked Phoebe, "Prue," she began

"What? What Phoebe? I wasn't doing anything,"

"You were Prue, you were trying to contact Andy."

"So," said Prue walking away from Phoebe and Piper,

"Prue, that's personal gain, you can't do it,"

"I don't care!" yelled Prue. And as she did lamps and lights across the attic sparked and blew their fuse. The lights went out and only sparks lit the room. Phoebe and Piper let out a yell as this happened and then turned to face Prue, who's eyes glowed black.