Charmed Season two : The Mighty Balthazar Finally Saved.

Murphy's Luck

-Photographic Studio.-

A photographer is looking through Prue's portfolio. 'Everything is shot in digital now, you know.'

'Yeah, I'm equipped.' She states.

The man nods. 'Nice stuff. Oh, I like this one. What lens did you use?'

'24f8.' She replies.

He keeps asking questions. 'What shutter speed?'

'125.' She tells him.

A photographer shows the man a photo. 'Okay, lose the kicker, let the shuttle play there. (to Prue) Hmm, impressive.'

'So does that mean I got the job?' She asks, hopeful.'

The man looks at her. 'Based on your portfolio, yes. Based on your resume, no. Took a detour shutter bugging did you?'

'Mr. Corso, I've changed careers, I'm not hiding that. But with all due respect, if you like my work that should be enough. I mean, you're hiring me, not my resume.' She crosses her arms.

He sighs. 'You wanna shot? Get me a better one of Maggie Murphy. She's gonna be featured in our St. Paddy's day issue. (He hands her a picture of Maggie.) Something about being the unluckiest woman in San Francisco. And she's Irish. Down the hall where they do the writing, they call that irony. Address is on the back. Up until three months ago, she was like a saint. Helping the homeless, volunteering, charity. Then like overnight everything started going bad for her. Real bad. I want what you have in here, Prue. Artistic, soulful, point. I wanna see the inner Maggie in your photograph and I wanna see it by five o'clock today or don't bother coming back.'

'Thank you.' She walks away.

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-Rooftop of a building.-

Maggie is there. She walks over to the edge. A Darklighter appears.

Maggie looks around. 'What am I doing? This isn't me.'

'Yes it is. It's all my fault. The car accident, the fire, my brother's death. I hurt the ones I love.' The Darklighter whispers to her.

Maggie is in tears. 'I hurt the ones I love.'

'I have to stop it.' The Darklighter is in her head.

Maggie nods. 'Has to stop. I don't deserve to live.'

'This is who I really am. Cursed.' The Darklighter convinces her.

Maggie agrees. 'I'm cursed.'

People start gathering around on the ground looking up at Maggie. The Darklighter disappears. Prue pulls up in her car, she gets out and notices Maggie on the roof. 'Maggie? Maggie, no. (Prue astral projects on to the roof.) Maggie. (Maggie turns around.) Just wait, don't.'

'Where did you come from? How do you know me?' Maggie is confused.

Prue shakes her head. 'It doesn't matter, just step away from the ledge and take my hand.'

'Stay away from me.' Maggie pleads.

Prue takes a small step forward. 'Maggie, Please, I can help you.'

'Nobody can help me.' Maggie states.

Prue keeps trying. 'Maggie, this isn't the answer.'

'All I wanted to do was help people. Now all I do is hurt them.' Maggie loses her balance and falls off the ledge.

Prue grabs her arm before she can fall any further. 'Maggie.'

'Let me go, please.' Maggie begs her.

Prue is losing her grip. 'I can't hold on much longer. (She slips and falls. Prue astral projects back into her body.) No!'