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sirenspull_logs2012-11-12 04:03 pm
astralling) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-11-12 04:03 pm
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Who: Prue and Chris Halliwell
When: Friday
Where: Prue's apartment
Summary: Phoebe is gone. Guess who's handling it well?
Warnings: idk maybe language?
"CHRIS."
Prue screamed it again. The neighbors were probably getting murderous by now, but honestly- she didn't care. Chris didn't come last time they called, after Halloween, but she'd be damned if he would ignore her now. She was prepared to call up Castiel or Willow or somebody and figure out how to summon his half-angel ass over here if he wouldn't answer her calls.
Because the worst happened. Prue woke up and Phoebe wasn't here. Her bed had been slept in but the pajamas were there, her shoes, her purse, her wallet- but not her NV. That? That was gone. Gone and giving a disconnected message any of the fourteen times Prue tried to call her. Logically, she knew what that meant, but her brain refused to accept it.
So she did what she always did: called for her Whitelighter.
"CHRIS." Her hands were shaking.
When: Friday
Where: Prue's apartment
Summary: Phoebe is gone. Guess who's handling it well?
Warnings: idk maybe language?
"CHRIS."
Prue screamed it again. The neighbors were probably getting murderous by now, but honestly- she didn't care. Chris didn't come last time they called, after Halloween, but she'd be damned if he would ignore her now. She was prepared to call up Castiel or Willow or somebody and figure out how to summon his half-angel ass over here if he wouldn't answer her calls.
Because the worst happened. Prue woke up and Phoebe wasn't here. Her bed had been slept in but the pajamas were there, her shoes, her purse, her wallet- but not her NV. That? That was gone. Gone and giving a disconnected message any of the fourteen times Prue tried to call her. Logically, she knew what that meant, but her brain refused to accept it.
So she did what she always did: called for her Whitelighter.
"CHRIS." Her hands were shaking.
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"I'm sorry," he said softly.