Disclaimer ;; The characters of Charmed are not mine, nor do I lay any type
of claim on them.
Authors Notes ;; I know that people have written a lot of stories about how Cole reacted to his non demonic status. But after hearing the song 'Hero' by Chad Kroeger, a particular verse stuck in my head, and this story started begging to be written. So I hope you enjoy it, and you'll let me know whether you like / dislike.
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~Now that the world isn't ending,
~it's love that I'm sending to you,
~ It isn't the love of a hero,
~And that's why I fear it won't do.
'Hero' -
Chad Kroeger
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Pacing back and forth, Cole found himself worried. More worried than he'd been in a long time. It had been over four hours since Phoebe and the others had orbed out with Leo to save an innocent.
He had wanted to go along, but Phoebe had begged him not to. With no powers to defend himself with, she was afraid that he would be injured, while he was more afraid of *her* getting hurt.
He had been pacing for so long that his legs were beginning to ache a little. He'd been trying to take his mind off of Phoebe, but nothing that he'd done was working. He'd even done the dishes that were left over from the dinner that had been interrupted by Phoebe's vision and Leo's call by the Elders, thinking that a little of the domestic activity that Phoebe did when she wanted to be distracted would work, but to no avail.
Wishing he could just shimmer somewhere more interesting, Cole gave a harsh laugh. 'If I could shimmer, then I wouldn't be at home while Phoebe is off facing a dangerous Warlock.'
He was brought out of his musings by a sound like bells chiming backwards, and he turned to see Leo orbing in with the girls. Paige and Piper were holding onto each other as well as Leo, but Phoebe was barely standing. Slumped against Leo, she looked very pale. Cole rushed forward, picking Phoebe up in his arms and placing her on the couch in the Sunroom, where they were.
"Phoebe?"
Hey eyes fluttered open, and she smiled slightly. "It looks worse than it is."
He looked downwards, and saw the wound on her arm. The edges of the wound looked cauterised, and Cole surmised that they had been made by an energy ball.
"Our Warlock had friends," Paige offered, sitting down heavily on the coffee table. "Demon friends."
Cole raised his eyebrows, tearing his gaze away from Phoebe for a second. "Demons and Warlocks, working together? That's highly unusual."
Piper slumped next to Paige. "Ha! As unusual as it may be, that's what was going on."
Cole nodded absentmindedly, turning back to Phoebe. "What happened?"
Phoebe gave a weak chuckle. "Oh, I zigged when I should have zagged. Or in witches terms I levitated when I should have ducked. Luckily it was just my arm that got hurt. Leo didn't have time to heal it before we had to bail. More of our Warlocks highly unusual demon friends were coming to the party."
Leo walked over, kneeling beside Cole and Phoebe. Cole watched as Leo placed his hands over Phoebe's wound. White light began to shine down, and slowly the wound became smaller and smaller in size, until it had been completely healed.
"Thanks, Leo," Phoebe said, grateful that the pain was gone.
"No problem," the Whitelighter answered. "You just watch your zigging and zagging in the future, okay?"
"Yes, doctor," she joked, sitting up.
Cole moved to sit next to her on the couch, and Phoebe leaned against him, linking one of her hands with his.
"Are you guys okay?" she asked.
"My coat isn't," Paige complained, taking the garment off. The back was badly singed, and she didn't think it was going to be much use from now on.
"Welcome to the world of the Halliwells," Piper said sarcastically. "Like Disneyworld without the Disney. With Warlocks and Demons and ghosts and God knows what else substituted for fun."
"I wish," Paige grumbled. "Then I could have a day pass instead of a season ticket."
"Er, maybe I should get Phoebe upstairs," Cole suggested. "She's still looking kind of pale."
"Cole, I'm fine," she protested.
"No, you're not," Piper put in. "I know that the wound is gone and that it doesn't hurt, but speaking from experience, being hurt and then healed takes a lot out of you."
Phoebe opened her mouth to protest, but shut it with a sigh. "Alright, alright.....I'll go to bed like a good girl."
Cole smirked, unable to resist an opportunity to freak Paige out. "Hey.....no one said anything about you having to be good."
As Phoebe grinned, Paige gave a loud "Ugh," adding, "I really don't need to know about other people's sex lives.....especially my sisters."
Phoebe just giggled as Piper and Leo smiled. Cole stood, picking Phoebe up in much the same fashion as before. She uttered a suprised, "Ooh!" and then wrapped her arms around his neck. As he walked off, Paige called after them. "She does have legs, you know."
Cole shook his head. She'd asked for it. "Yes, Paige.....but she's going to need all of her strength for tonight."
As Paige groaned, "eww, too much information," the last heard from the bed bound couple was Phoebe's delighted laughter.
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Authors Notes ;; I know that people have written a lot of stories about how Cole reacted to his non demonic status. But after hearing the song 'Hero' by Chad Kroeger, a particular verse stuck in my head, and this story started begging to be written. So I hope you enjoy it, and you'll let me know whether you like / dislike.
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~Now that the world isn't ending,
~it's love that I'm sending to you,
~ It isn't the love of a hero,
~And that's why I fear it won't do.
'Hero' -
Chad Kroeger
~~~~~~~~~~
Pacing back and forth, Cole found himself worried. More worried than he'd been in a long time. It had been over four hours since Phoebe and the others had orbed out with Leo to save an innocent.
He had wanted to go along, but Phoebe had begged him not to. With no powers to defend himself with, she was afraid that he would be injured, while he was more afraid of *her* getting hurt.
He had been pacing for so long that his legs were beginning to ache a little. He'd been trying to take his mind off of Phoebe, but nothing that he'd done was working. He'd even done the dishes that were left over from the dinner that had been interrupted by Phoebe's vision and Leo's call by the Elders, thinking that a little of the domestic activity that Phoebe did when she wanted to be distracted would work, but to no avail.
Wishing he could just shimmer somewhere more interesting, Cole gave a harsh laugh. 'If I could shimmer, then I wouldn't be at home while Phoebe is off facing a dangerous Warlock.'
He was brought out of his musings by a sound like bells chiming backwards, and he turned to see Leo orbing in with the girls. Paige and Piper were holding onto each other as well as Leo, but Phoebe was barely standing. Slumped against Leo, she looked very pale. Cole rushed forward, picking Phoebe up in his arms and placing her on the couch in the Sunroom, where they were.
"Phoebe?"
Hey eyes fluttered open, and she smiled slightly. "It looks worse than it is."
He looked downwards, and saw the wound on her arm. The edges of the wound looked cauterised, and Cole surmised that they had been made by an energy ball.
"Our Warlock had friends," Paige offered, sitting down heavily on the coffee table. "Demon friends."
Cole raised his eyebrows, tearing his gaze away from Phoebe for a second. "Demons and Warlocks, working together? That's highly unusual."
Piper slumped next to Paige. "Ha! As unusual as it may be, that's what was going on."
Cole nodded absentmindedly, turning back to Phoebe. "What happened?"
Phoebe gave a weak chuckle. "Oh, I zigged when I should have zagged. Or in witches terms I levitated when I should have ducked. Luckily it was just my arm that got hurt. Leo didn't have time to heal it before we had to bail. More of our Warlocks highly unusual demon friends were coming to the party."
Leo walked over, kneeling beside Cole and Phoebe. Cole watched as Leo placed his hands over Phoebe's wound. White light began to shine down, and slowly the wound became smaller and smaller in size, until it had been completely healed.
"Thanks, Leo," Phoebe said, grateful that the pain was gone.
"No problem," the Whitelighter answered. "You just watch your zigging and zagging in the future, okay?"
"Yes, doctor," she joked, sitting up.
Cole moved to sit next to her on the couch, and Phoebe leaned against him, linking one of her hands with his.
"Are you guys okay?" she asked.
"My coat isn't," Paige complained, taking the garment off. The back was badly singed, and she didn't think it was going to be much use from now on.
"Welcome to the world of the Halliwells," Piper said sarcastically. "Like Disneyworld without the Disney. With Warlocks and Demons and ghosts and God knows what else substituted for fun."
"I wish," Paige grumbled. "Then I could have a day pass instead of a season ticket."
"Er, maybe I should get Phoebe upstairs," Cole suggested. "She's still looking kind of pale."
"Cole, I'm fine," she protested.
"No, you're not," Piper put in. "I know that the wound is gone and that it doesn't hurt, but speaking from experience, being hurt and then healed takes a lot out of you."
Phoebe opened her mouth to protest, but shut it with a sigh. "Alright, alright.....I'll go to bed like a good girl."
Cole smirked, unable to resist an opportunity to freak Paige out. "Hey.....no one said anything about you having to be good."
As Phoebe grinned, Paige gave a loud "Ugh," adding, "I really don't need to know about other people's sex lives.....especially my sisters."
Phoebe just giggled as Piper and Leo smiled. Cole stood, picking Phoebe up in much the same fashion as before. She uttered a suprised, "Ooh!" and then wrapped her arms around his neck. As he walked off, Paige called after them. "She does have legs, you know."
Cole shook his head. She'd asked for it. "Yes, Paige.....but she's going to need all of her strength for tonight."
As Paige groaned, "eww, too much information," the last heard from the bed bound couple was Phoebe's delighted laughter.
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