"Initially I had wanted to be good."
"You were never good Cole."
The Demon did not let impatience or anger cloud his face though inside he was churning with them both. "Phoebe I was good. And when I was good I was happy."
The small dark haired girl gave a scoff, an eye narrowing.
"I had the entire Underworld trying to bring me down but I stayed surfaced, whole, until I lost you."
Phoebe had a private flash back behind closed eyes; Cole as The Source, Cole's evil baby draining her of all that she knew, herself all dressed as the Satan's Bride that she had been.
Cole leaned across the tablecloth; put the strength of his hands on either side of her face. Her cheeks were pink against peachy flesh, she was bothered and flushed and a swarm of emotions.
"But think also of the good," he spoke.
And there was a flood then, a beautiful fountain of good memories. Cole dressed in his business best, Cole more than willing to strip himself from his powers, Cole as a lawyer, a good deed overcompensater, the magicless man who made her heart stop and race, both at the same time.
"I am him. Hell fires have once again spat me out, purified, and I. am. him."
"Cole I-" She took one of her small hands and covered one of his, pressed it against her face, cementing his rough warmness to her soft flesh.
"But to remain this way I'm going to need you." A whisper.
He took his hands away, and went suddenly for his inside coat pocket in such a demon way Phoebe should have flinched. But she didn't. She felt safe regardless of this man and his capabilities and his history. He extracted nothing more harmful than a vial and set it on the small dinner table before him, beside his emptied glass of wine. "Purple Bliss," he said.
"Where did you get that?"
"An old friend. She's not a Good Witch but she's a good witch."
What Phoebe was looking at was a binding potion. It implied everything with its mere presence but he explained further regardless.
"Tell me you will stay, tell me we can try, and you can consider the potion gone; myself powerless. I am here Phoebe. I don't know why, or how but I feel whole again, and my walls are down for you."
Phoebe called then upon her powers - her vision - to guide her and with a subtle kiss she knew the world. She reached instinctively for her stomach, felt a nonexistent tug in her abdomen. He was indeed the one, all their love had not been for nothing. She could save this man, Cole Turner, and he could in turn save her.
They had done their time and now they could emerge victorious, they could be anew and back to their old ways and more. Much much more than they'd ever dared to imagine.
She uncorked the potion and poured it into his glass. He downed it in single gulp and together they went on to finish the bottle of fine Merlot that had Cole earned in this new life, a salvageable future ahead.