44 Blueberry Hill, Saturday Evening

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Phoebe was sitting on the front porch swing of the house. Cole had brought her a blanket -- though she had said it wasn't needed -- and she was wrapped up in that and leaning against a pillow that Anders had insisted she use. She was trying to read her book, but for some reason, she was having a hard time keeping herself from dozing off from time to time. She didn't know why she was so sleepy as of late.

She'd stay out here for a little longer fo the fresh air, and then go inside and take a long bath.

Maybe she could get Cole and Anders to rent her a hot tub like the one they had rented for Cole's birthday...


[[OOC: For Prue. Massive SP as I am having a very bad migraine that is messing with me hardcore.]]

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It had been a long day, mostly spent doing absolutely nothing at all. She hadn't let herself sleep in for what felt like forever, but she was feeling remarkably relaxed. (It probably wouldn't last. This was Prue, after all. Relaxation was an unnatural state for her.)

She stepped outside, wearing a light tank top and a pair of shorts since it was warmer than she was used to, and looked around. Phoebe was out on the porch next door.

"Phoebe!" called Prue, a smile breaking out on her face. She waved and started to walk over. She hadn't even thought about how much of a surprise it might be.

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Phoebe opened her eyes from another surpise nap when she heard her name called. She lifted her head to look around and froze when she saw the image of her dead sister walking in her yard. When the image started up her walk, she grabbed the athame she kept on her and threw back the blanket.

"I don't know who the hell you are or what kind of demon you are, but you will cease wearing that image right the frak now." Phoebe's voice was cold as her feet hit the porch and she brandished the athame at what she thought was a demon -- even if the emotions she was picking up were confusing.

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"Whoa, Phoebe--" Prue held up her hands, which was, coincidentally, getting them in the perfect position to fling the knife away with her powers. "Okay, first off, didn't Piper tell you that I'm me, not a demon? Second, could you put the knife away? Third, what the heck kind of word is 'frak,' anyway?"

Prue started getting at least as irritated as she was happy. Oh, yeah, that would just figure, wouldn't it? She and Phoebe see each other for the first time in years, each of them had the other dead in their dimension, and they still started to get in a fight right away.

She was ignoring the fact that she and Piper had thought the exact same thing about each other yesterday.

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Phoebe's eyes filled with tears and the hand holding the athame shook a little. She was trying to steady herself and almost unwillingly, she took a small step forward.

"I haven't talked to Piper today," she whispered. "You can't be Prue. Prue died and there was nothing I could..." She swallowed. "It's not a knife, it's an athame. And... frak is better than some other words I could say but I'm trying to watch my language... sometimes."

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"I know you think I can't possibly be me," said Prue, her irritation dissolving. She hated when Phoebe got hurt. Her voice softened, and she swiped at some tears. "Where I come from, you and Piper died, and there was nothing I could do about it. I'm from a different dimension, but I'm still Prue Halliwell. I'm still your sister, Phoebe."

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Phoebe moved her hand back to drop the athame on the swing as she watched Prue.

"If you're not Prue and you harm me, there will be no place in any world that you'll be able to hide from my husband," she warned softly. "He'll hunt you down and make you beg for a quick death."

This, of course, didn't stop Phoebe from stepping toward her, unarmed. "If you're really Prue - and I think you are because no one but Prue could feel that irritated with me - I'm sorry. He promised that if I stayed, you and Piper would live... that you'd be warned about Shax..." Phoebe's voice broke.

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Hunt you down and make you beg for a quick death? Sounded like Phoebe was still with Cole in this dimension.

"It's not your fault, Phoebe," said Prue. She moved forward, hoping Phoebe wasn't going to run away if she tried to hug her. "I would never, ever blame you. He lied to you. He's the Source; he does things like that. It's his fault. It was never yours."

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Phoebe was definitely with Cole in this dimension.

She didn't bolt when Prue went to hug her, and was in fact hugging her back as tears slid down her cheeks. "Prue?"

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"It's really me, sis, I promise," said Prue. Though after a minute of hugging her sister, she realized she'd been so distracted she hadn't noticed that Phoebe's stomach was big. Really big. Huge. As compared to the last time Prue had seen her, at least.

"Oh my God, are you pregnant?"

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"Twins," Phoebe said softly, nodding. "We're having twins." She stepped back to look at her sister. "It really is you."

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"You mean that not only do I get my sisters back, I'm going to be an aunt too? To twins?" asked Prue. That was total and absolute shock she was feeling right there. "Boys? Girls? Do you know? Do you want to know? Cole?"

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Phoebe nodded. "They're girls and Cole and Anders couldn't be happier -- or more hovery."

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"Wait, who's Anders?" asked Prue. She glanced around, because if she could catch sight of this Anders guy, well, she wasn't sure what she was going to do. But there would possibly be a lot of very pointed questions.

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Shit.

She looked at Prue. "Anders is someone Cole and I both love dearly and he means a great deal to us. He's gone to Hell and back more than once for us, Prue."

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"Hey, I grew up in San Francisco. I'm familiar with the concept of untraditional relationships." Prue didn't quite sound upset, but her voice was maybe a little sharp. "I just didn't expect it from my pregnant baby sister." She paused. "I'll hold off on making any judgments until I meet the guy."

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The sharpness of her voice did register on Phoebe who might have flinched slightly before trying to relax and look at Prue. Stupid empathy and hormones working against her. "Your pregnant baby sister has had a lot of things happen to her and has pretty much been with the same two guys for the last ten years," she said gently

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Prue was pretty clueless about the empathy. She might be embarrassed if she knew, or sympathetic, or probably a combination of both.

"You're not the only one who's had things happen to her, you know," said Prue, because, hello, two dead sisters meant a whole lot of changes. She made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. "Look, I don't care if you've been with him five minutes or ten years. If you're happy, and he's not evil, then of course I'm happy for you. But you can't just lay something like that on me, assume I'm gonna hate the guy when I'm really just surprised, and then get mad at me for getting upset that you think I'm going to hate him."

Time to take a few deep breaths. She loved her sister. She missed her sister. She was not going to wring her sister's neck, because she really did love her sister. Deep breaths.

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"You're irritated with me... again," she said softly. Some things aparently never changed. "I never said I was the only one that had had things happen to me, Prue. I'm not that kind of person."

There were tears in her eyes again as she shook her head. "Of course I'm going to assume you're going to hate him. You're my big sister and you have hated any guy I've ever dated and I wasn't trying to lay anything on you." She looked at Prue. "Look. I'm ovewhelmed. I'm four months pregnant with twins. My hormones are really messed up and it totally screws up my empathy. My dead big sister is here. I'm trying to mask all of this emotion fom the soul bond I have with Cole so he doesn't show up in a panic. I'm a little off balance."

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"Well, I'm off bal--" She was going to say she was off-balance too, but then the bit about Phoebe's powers sank in, and her emotions swung right back over to sympathy. "You developed empathy, and it's not the temporary kind?"

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Phoebe nodded. "It first developed when I was sixteen. It's really strong and it's not temporary... it's why I said that only you could ever feel that irritated with me and therefore had to be real."

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"Of course I'm the only person who could get that irritated with you, silly," said Prue. Her mouth twisted into a wry grin as she tried to hold her emotions back before they hit Phoebe. "I'm your sister. Which is exactly your point, I know."

She moved to sit down and gestured for Phoebe to come and sit next to her, if she wanted. Her feet or her back or something were probably hurting, right? She'd heard that happened when you were pregnant.

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Phoebe smiled and sat next to her. She had missed Prue, and even when they had fought, she knew that her sister loved her.

"I've missed you so much, Prue."