Charmed, prompt #100 Title: The More They Stay the Same Fandom:Charmed Characters/Pairing: Prue, Piper, Phoebe Rating: G Word Count: 270 Challenge/Prompt: #100 - shiver Summary: The more things change
It's not like they've never slept in the same bed before, but that was when they were kids. Piper was scared of thunderstorms, so she'd creep into Prue's room, huddle shivering at the foot of her bed, crying softly until Prue would waken, shaking her head, and lift up the covers and say, sleepily, "Come on."
Piper would slide in, grateful and ashamed, curling into the warmth and safety of her sister's body.
Phoebe, of course, wasn't at all afraid of thunder or lightning, delighted in them, in fact, but she was deathly afraid of being left out, of missing out, so she would stomp into the room on her little baby feet, pouting that she was scared too, she was, uh-huh.
And Prue would roll her eyes impatiently, but again she'd say, "Come on," and Phoebe would dive under the blankets, smiling happily, snuggling up between her sisters, her two favorite people in the whole wide world.
Tonight they're grown ups and there's no storm, no rain, but there has been wine. Copious quantities of wine, in fact. "Whoa," says Phoebe, halfway up the stairs, and Piper giggles and staggers.
"Come on," says Prue, her arms around them, trying to sound firm, because she's the oldest, because likes to pretend that she can hold her liquor better than her younger sisters.
But somehow they all end up in Prue's room, in Prue's bed and it's almost just like old times, except that Phoebe's still wearing her jeans and Piper's hair smells vaguely like puke.
The more things change, Prue muses, but she's asleep before she can finish the thought.