After Paige moves in she learns about Prue, but she soon begins to remember that she once knew Prue. Or well, Prue once knew her. The sisters learn about Paige through her stories, and they all learn about Prue's hidden secrets.
"So this is the sister you had before me." I say picking up the framed picture of a newborn, a todler, and a young girl.
"Yeah," Piper says from behind me. I notice the twinge of pain in her voice.
"It still feels pretty recent," Phoebe finishes picking up a framed photo thatI hadn't noticed yet. This one they were all considerably older. I laughed at a preteenaged Phoebe in her flash dance outfit. Piper in glasses and baces with a book tucked under her arms. A stage I'm guessing she's glad she grew out of.
"That was Prue." Piper points to the oldest one. She was tall with long dark hair wearing a sweatshirt. One that evokes memories I haven't thought of in years.
"She wen't to Berkley." I choke out barely able to move. I wonder if this is what Phoebe's premonitions feel like. It's just a rush of old things I had never put together.
"No, actually." Phoebe says, "I never figured out where she got that sweatshirt."
"Me neither. She just had it one day, and she loved it. I never understood why." Piper says sounding upset. I know what it's like to lose someone. Two sets of parents infact. All the feckless little answers that you never asked for from them suddenly keep you awake at night. Things you never cared about before sudenly would have meant the world to you if you had bothered to figure them out.
"I guess we'll-" Phoebe starts. I can tell the tears will soon follow.
"Yeah, you will." I say interupting her.
"What?" Piper asks.
"I went to Berkley." I say.
"So what that was your sweatshirt?" Phoebe laughs trying to cheer herself up.
"Yeah, actualy." I laugh back.
"You see that little hole near the sleave." I point to the barely visible little dot in the photograph, my room mate convinced me that thumb holes were 'the thing' so I cut them in.
They both look at me like I'm crazy, and more memories come back. I knew her, Prue. My eyes search every photograph for her at difrent ages, and stories from my life pop into mind. She was there. She must have known about me. Maybe I am going crazy.
"That black smudge on the hood was from my nail polish.I had just done my nails and it was windy out. The hood flew up, and I pushed it back. I remember being really annoyed that I smeared my polish." I say
"Paige, what are you saying?" Piper asks.
"I gave Prue that sweatshirt." I say. The events of that story stinging the inside of my eyes as tears threaten to flow. I sit on the couch, and motion for them to join me.
"It was the last day of school for my freshmen year." I gulp. They lean in sudenly engrossed in my old memories, " I was really upset because my on again-off again boyfriend at the time, Glen Belland, we had just broken up. He wanted to go tour the world, and I already had established something for myself at college."
"He told me he couldn't wait anymore, and he kissed me goodbye." I say with a tear sliding down my cheek. Now four years later I don't even know if he made it back alright. We were best friends too. We had some major history.
"-So, I went to this bar, a really sleazy place. They never ID checked. I lived there after my parents died. For months I drank there, untill Glen finally shocked me out of my depression, and helped me get into school." I say sudenly scared to be talking about this part of my life.
"Well, I guess I felt like since he was gone I was worth nothing, and I just sunk back into my old lifestyle. I got totaly wasted, and I climbed up on a table." I start to laugh.
"Are you-" Phoebe looks at me quizically not sure how to finish her question.
"I'm okay," I say not sure how to explain my giggle fit. Sometimes when I'm remembering something so stressful and sad the only thing I can do is laugh.
"Well, I started pulling off my clothes. I threw the sweatshirt somewhere because he had given it to me when he first realized that I was accepted." I say. They look at me probobly wondering how messed up my childhood was. Well, they're about to find out because their sister seemed to pop up at some really pivotal points.
"A girl came over and she pulled me down from the bar. I thought she was trying to rape me or something so I fought and kicked but she held on untillI tired out." I say remembering, "She handed me back my shirt, and I put it on, and then my sweatshirt, but I told her to keep it."
"Then what happened?" Piper asks when I stop there.
"She called a cab for me and I went back to my dorm to wake up the next morning to a killer headache." I say summing it up.
"Do you think she knew who you were?" Phoebe asks.
"Oh yeah," I say.
"But how?" Piper asks.
"I have no clue, but she was there in my childhood. Seeing these pictures just sort of snapped everything together for me." I say
"How many other times did you meet her?" Piper asks.
"I never really met her, but in all the little horror storiesI have she was the face that helped me out of them." I say as everything in my jumbled mind becomes lucid. Phoebe puts her hand on mine, and I feel her body go into 'premonition mode' as I call it. I've only known them for a few weeks. Lived in the house for a few days, but I've seen her have a lot of these.
"What is it?" Piper asks sitting up straight, and touching her sisters face.
"I-I saw" She tries to say, but then she looks over at me, and I know what she saw.
"Prue pulled me out of the car." I say realizing it myself.
"You mean when your parents..." Piper starts. I nodd knowing she wants to finish the sentance about as badly as I want to hear it.
"Leo! Leo!" Piper stands up boldly. Soon familiar blue orbs suround us and Leo is standing next to piper.
"I was with another charge," He says sounding annoyed. Piper really has him whipped. he's down here in a flash, or well an orb, everytime she calls.
"How come Prue knew about me?" I ask.
"Oh" He says his face softening. He probobly thought Piper wanted him to go to the store, pour guy.
"Yeah?" Phoebe says standing up, and putting her hands on her hips reminds me of the picture of her as a twelve year old.
"Because I told her." he says slowly as if expecting us to pounce on him.
"Explain!" Piper says louder than she meant to.
"I was asigned to Paige long before you even knew you were witches, and Prue found Grams making a potion one day. She wanted to help so we let her." Leo starts. My sadened mood lightens. She wanted to help me.
"She knew about Paige, because she was old enough to understand about your mother and Sam when you couldn't." Leo says.
"But you couldn't give her powers before we got ours." Phoebe says catching on.
"So I sugested she helped me protect Paige." Leo says. I wonder if that was why I was drawn to her funeral, because I knew her.
"Well, how co-" Piper tries to ask, but there's a loud jingling.
"I have to go. Sorry," He says kissing Piper lightly on the lips, and disapearing.
"When else did you see her?" Phoebe asks turning away from where Leo was a moment ago, and looking at me with a mild intrest. This is going to be one hell of a bonding experience.
"Well, I'll start from the earliest I remember her." I start.