What are the Odds
Her heels clicked along the sidewalk as she weaved through the crowd of people. He was clutching a syringe filled with a bright yellow liquid. She could still hear the guys' words echoing in her head.
"It's fifty-fifty," he had told her. She smiled to herself at that comment. How could she not survive the shot? She was a witch after all. That had to mean something. She continued down the street until she was in a secluded enough area. She quickly stowed the syringe in her purse and closed her eyes. Literally, in a heartbeat, Coop appeared.
"Hey sweetie," he greeted, looking a little surprised at their surroundings.
"Hi honey. Ready to go home?" Phoebe asked, looping her arm through his.
'Sure…but what are we doing here?" he asked, looking around.
"Oh I just needed some fresh air," she answered. He seemed to believe her so they disappeared in another beat.
The pair reappeared in their apartment and Phoebe set her purse down on the counter next to her. Coop began rummaging around in the fridge for something for dinner.
"Oh, weren't we going to the Manor for dinner?" she questioned with a raised brow.
"We were until Piper called and cancelled. Chris has come down with pink eye and he's still contagious," Coop explained.
"Poor little guy. That's no fun," Phoebe said, feeling awful for her nephew.
"So why don't you go relax for a while and I'll make us some dinner," he told her, ushering her in the direction of the couch.
"Ok, ok. I'm going," she laughed, kissing his cheek as she grabbed her purse.
She hurried into their bedroom and shut the door. She looked around and sat down on the edge of the bed. She had to take several deep breaths as she unzipped her bag and pulled the syringe out. She stared at it for a while, taking its florescent color.
"Come on, Phoebe…it's just a needle," she told herself. She pulled the cover off the end and then stopped again.
Why exactly was she doing this? She knew it was illegal to do it. But somehow that didn't really matter. She closed her eyes and thought about it once more. She was doing it because it would help her and her sisters. She was taking it to gain an ability…a power. If she was lucky it would return her empathy or her levitation. It didn't matter that demons weren't attacking them every other day. It was just a preemptive strike in case they ever did have to dust off the old powers and kick some demon ass. She also knew that the shot might not give her an active power. It could saddle her with another latent power.
"Well at least I can't get premonitions…again," she said with a small laugh, trying to calm her nerves.
She took in a breath through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth. It was now or never. She raised the needle to her arm and slowly gave herself the shot. She only cringed a little as the tip pierced her flesh. She pressed a finger to the pinprick hole to stop the blood as she stood and rushed into the bathroom to grab a band aid. Just as she had used the vanishing spell to dispose of the syringe she heard Coop's voice.
"Honey, dinner's ready," he called.
"Be right there," she replied and once she was satisfied he wouldn't notice the band aid she went to join her husband.