Sole Destination
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, don't sue me.
Summary: A short, all-action-less fanfic about our favourite couple. Set a couple of months after Cole found out he was invincible. This fanfic is based on what life would be for Phoebe and Cole, had he not gone nuts. Enjoy. . .
A/N: Couldn't help it, I wrote another one. Good thing this one's only going to be a couple of chapters. Hope you guys like it.
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Phoebe made her way through her office building, hoping that Elise wouldn't realise that she was late. As she neared her office, she made a quick scan over the few faces that were visible, before hurrying to her office door. Pushing it open she quickly made her way inside, closing it softly behind her. With a sigh of relief she placed her folder of documents and letters on her desk, before collapsing in the chair.
"Phoebe?" Her door swung open and Elise's face appeared. "Was that you I just saw?" Phoebe nervously glanced from her boos to her desk.
"I don't think so. . .I've been here for ten minutes already." She said, hoping her face didn't reveal the obvious lie.
"Right." Elise said doubtfully. "Anyway, there's a ball tonight, formal. All the local news guys are going to be there. Can you make it?"
"I'll do what I can." Phoebe said with a sigh, as Elise closed the door behind her. She felt her eyes droop slightly, thanks to a late night. She smiled slightly remembering the guy she had met. To bad she hadn't given him her number. She was enjoying having a life that didn't include the possibility of death at every second. After a yawn, she decided she needed a coffee to get her going if she planned on finishing the column early today. Climbing out of her chair, she headed out of the office towards the coffee room. Before she got there, however, she collided with someone, throwing her to the ground in an unlikely fashion. "What the. . ." She exclaimed, before she saw who the person was. "Cole." She said simply.
"Phoebe. Long time no see." He said smile, he offered her a hand up but she shrugged it off and stood up by herself.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him suspiciously.
"Work." He said simply.
"Work?" Phoebe said with a laugh. "Yeah, right." Cole didn't seem amused by this.
"Phoebe, when a guy's only reason for living decides that he's not worth believing in, it means it's time for him to find something new. And as much as it might kill you not to be my number one priority, move on." He smiled at his last words, before turning around and leaving Phoebe to try and figure out what had just happened.
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"I can't believe he talked to me like that!" Phoebe exclaimed. "What gives him the right!"
"Head-straight!" Piper ordered. Phoebe lowered her head so Piper could remove the curlers from behind her head.
"He actually had the audacity to make it seem that it was my fault that we're not together . . .my fault!" Phoebe said bitterly. Piper rolled her eyes and spun her sister around so she was facing her.
"Did you stop to think that he only said that to get you upset?" She asked slowly. "And also, Cole's out of your life now. You don't have to think about anything he says." She spun her around again and continued to remove the curlers. Phoebe didn't say anything, instead gave a small grunt.
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Phoebe slipped into the dress and smiled at herself in the mirror. She had picked this dress for a special occasion, and what was more important than finding someone to get her mind off Cole. And tonight would be the perfect opportunity. She climbed slowly down the stairs, grinning at Leo as he gave out a loud wolf whistle.
"Why Leo, I never knew you felt that way. . ." She teased as she stepped off the stairs.
"Hey!" Piper shouted from the kitchen. Phoebe gave a smile.
"I'm going to get going!" She shouted out, loud enough for Piper to hear. With that, she headed out and climbed into her car. She set her keys in the ignition and started the car, before driving off, hoping that tonight would successfully take her mind off Cole.
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"Phoebe! You made it!" Elise shouted out as Phoebe walked into the large, decorated room. She could hardly make out the ceiling, and the room was filled with hoards of unfamiliar faces. Before Phoebe could reply, Elise grabbed onto her arms and pulled her through the crowd. "I want to introduce you to someone." She stopped in front of a black haired man, slightly taller than Phoebe. "Phoebe Halliwell, this is Grant Flower." Elise said proudly.
"Oh. . .that 'Times' guy? I read your reports every week!" Phoebe exclaimed with a grin.
"Wow, I'm a big fan of your column too. It's good work." He said returning her smile. 'Good smile.' Phoebe noted. 'Not as knee weakening as Co--' She inwardly scolded herself.
"You okay?" Grant asked.
"Peachy." Phoebe replied, grabbing a drink from the closest waiter and gulping it down. She replaced the glass on the tray and took hold of another one, ignoring the amused stare Grant gave her.
"Oh." Grant exclaimed suddenly. "This guy you have got to meet." Grant said, taking Phoebe's hand and leading her into the crowd, much to her annoyance. She threw down the rest of her drink, grabbing hold of a waiter and pulling him along with her. As she felt her hand being released, she put down her empty glass and took hold of another one, giving a look of thanks to the waiter, who hurried away. "Phoebe Halliwell, this is Cole Turner. The best damn District Attorney you will ever come across." Phoebe choked halfway through the drink she was busy downing.
"Careful there, you'll want to save some room for later in the evening." She heard his voice, and sure enough Cole was standing beside Grant when she turned around.
"Well I'll sure as hell have to now. . ." Phoebe mumbled through gritted teeth.
"What was that?" Grant asked, confused.
"Nothing." Phoebe quickly said. She reluctantly took the hand Cole held out, soon after which she released it. It was hard getting over him emotionally, but even more exhausting getting over him physically, and it was hard to ignore the slight electric shock she got when her hand touched his. "Cole Turner, was it?" She asked. Cole frowned.
"That's right." He replied cautiously.
"This guy just saved my job. Ever need someone to win a case for you, he's the one to go to." Grant said, making Phoebe's stomach churn slightly.
"Is that right?" Phoebe asked, putting on a smile. "So tell me. . .Mr Turner, what is an excellent District Attorney such as yourself doing as a media function such as this?" Phoebe asked.
"Great place to meet prospective clients." Cole same up with, flashing her the same smile she had been imagining seconds ago. She looked away.
"Not to mention women, hey Turner?" Grant chimed in with a grin, nudging Cole with his elbow. Cole gave him a small smile. Phoebe figured it must have taken a lot of restraint for him not to take this guy out with an energy ball, as she was finding it hard enough to prevent herself from knocking him out already.
"Err, yeah." Cole agreed bluntly.
"You know this guys' wife filed for a divorce after only a couple of years marriage?" Grant said suddenly. Cole sighed. Phoebe raised her eyebrows.
"Really? Why would she do something like that?" She asked sarcastically.
"Who knows, right Cole?" Grant said. "If you ask me, it was her loss." Phoebe let out a smile as she saw Cole's uncomfortable look flash towards her.
"Hmm. She must have been an idiot." She said to Cole.
"Oh, don't bother trying to get any information out of him. Despite everything, he won't say a word out of place about her. If it was me, I'd be plotting my revenge right now." Grant joked. Neither Cole nor Phoebe laughed. Phoebe cursed herself for pushing the conversation. He didn't say anything bad about her? Why not? It wasn't as if she didn't deserve it.
"Yeah, well. . .she doesn't deserve that." Cole said, as if reading Phoebe's mind. Phoebe avoided his gaze, choosing instead to down what was left of her drink. "I have to get going, business is booming." He said suddenly. He walked forward, stopping just beside Phoebe. She held her breath as he leant over towards her ear. "It was nice meeting you, Ms Halliwell." He whispered. Phoebe tried her best to ignore the feel of his warm breath on her skin. She didn't take a breath until she was sure he was no longer near her. She excused herself from Grant and headed to the nearest waiter. She needed a drink.
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Phoebe decided that she had had enough. She was trying her best to keep out of Cole's way, but kept managing to run into him. She had done so about five times already, and she wasn't enjoying it. The night had, instead of taking her mind of Cole, had succeeded in constantly reminding her of him. She turned around, pausing as the room started spinning. She swore inwardly, scolding herself for drinking so much. When everything settled down, she hurried towards the elevator. She punched the button quickly, glancing behind her, hoping that no one would try to stop her leaving.
"Phoebe!" A voice called. She groaned and turned around. "Leaving already?" Grant asked, walking up to her.
"Yeah, I'm a bit tired." Phoebe said, an understatement.
"Are you sure? There's someone I would really like you to meet." Grant said quickly. Phoebe shook her head.
"I really should go." Phoebe insisted.
"Hmm. If you're sure." He said uncertainly. Phoebe heard the doors open behind her. "Well, it was nice meeting you." Grant said, smiling. Phoebe returned his smile and stepped backwards into the elevator, almost tripping over the threshold. "I'll see you tomorrow, Cole." Grant added. Phoebe frowned, confused.
"Yeah, tomorrow." Cole replied from behind Phoebe. She spun around and saw him leaning against the wall, an amused look on his face. She groaned as the doors closed, making it impossible for her to walk away. Silence filled the elevator as it descended towards the bottom floor. The hairs on Phoebe's neck stood on end as she felt Cole's gaze on her. The elevator seemed to be descending in slow motion, and Phoebe was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable.
She nervously began wringing her hands together, watching the dim light move from number to number above her head. 3. 2. She waited for one, but it didn't arrive, as the elevator came to a sudden stop, causing her to cling onto the side for balance.
"What was--" She was interrupted as the lights suddenly went off, engulfing both of them in darkness. "Great. Just Great."
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Hope that was all right. This is going to be really short, just a couple of chapters in all. Review, give me some feedback!
'I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell. But stay a while and baby then you'll see, A different side of me. I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care. But soon enough you're gonna think of me, And how I used to be.'
-'Unwell' - Matchbox 20
It just reminded me of Cole and Phoebe. Thought I'd share it.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, don't sue me.
Summary: A short, all-action-less fanfic about our favourite couple. Set a couple of months after Cole found out he was invincible. This fanfic is based on what life would be for Phoebe and Cole, had he not gone nuts. Enjoy. . .
A/N: Couldn't help it, I wrote another one. Good thing this one's only going to be a couple of chapters. Hope you guys like it.
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Phoebe made her way through her office building, hoping that Elise wouldn't realise that she was late. As she neared her office, she made a quick scan over the few faces that were visible, before hurrying to her office door. Pushing it open she quickly made her way inside, closing it softly behind her. With a sigh of relief she placed her folder of documents and letters on her desk, before collapsing in the chair.
"Phoebe?" Her door swung open and Elise's face appeared. "Was that you I just saw?" Phoebe nervously glanced from her boos to her desk.
"I don't think so. . .I've been here for ten minutes already." She said, hoping her face didn't reveal the obvious lie.
"Right." Elise said doubtfully. "Anyway, there's a ball tonight, formal. All the local news guys are going to be there. Can you make it?"
"I'll do what I can." Phoebe said with a sigh, as Elise closed the door behind her. She felt her eyes droop slightly, thanks to a late night. She smiled slightly remembering the guy she had met. To bad she hadn't given him her number. She was enjoying having a life that didn't include the possibility of death at every second. After a yawn, she decided she needed a coffee to get her going if she planned on finishing the column early today. Climbing out of her chair, she headed out of the office towards the coffee room. Before she got there, however, she collided with someone, throwing her to the ground in an unlikely fashion. "What the. . ." She exclaimed, before she saw who the person was. "Cole." She said simply.
"Phoebe. Long time no see." He said smile, he offered her a hand up but she shrugged it off and stood up by herself.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him suspiciously.
"Work." He said simply.
"Work?" Phoebe said with a laugh. "Yeah, right." Cole didn't seem amused by this.
"Phoebe, when a guy's only reason for living decides that he's not worth believing in, it means it's time for him to find something new. And as much as it might kill you not to be my number one priority, move on." He smiled at his last words, before turning around and leaving Phoebe to try and figure out what had just happened.
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"I can't believe he talked to me like that!" Phoebe exclaimed. "What gives him the right!"
"Head-straight!" Piper ordered. Phoebe lowered her head so Piper could remove the curlers from behind her head.
"He actually had the audacity to make it seem that it was my fault that we're not together . . .my fault!" Phoebe said bitterly. Piper rolled her eyes and spun her sister around so she was facing her.
"Did you stop to think that he only said that to get you upset?" She asked slowly. "And also, Cole's out of your life now. You don't have to think about anything he says." She spun her around again and continued to remove the curlers. Phoebe didn't say anything, instead gave a small grunt.
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Phoebe slipped into the dress and smiled at herself in the mirror. She had picked this dress for a special occasion, and what was more important than finding someone to get her mind off Cole. And tonight would be the perfect opportunity. She climbed slowly down the stairs, grinning at Leo as he gave out a loud wolf whistle.
"Why Leo, I never knew you felt that way. . ." She teased as she stepped off the stairs.
"Hey!" Piper shouted from the kitchen. Phoebe gave a smile.
"I'm going to get going!" She shouted out, loud enough for Piper to hear. With that, she headed out and climbed into her car. She set her keys in the ignition and started the car, before driving off, hoping that tonight would successfully take her mind off Cole.
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"Phoebe! You made it!" Elise shouted out as Phoebe walked into the large, decorated room. She could hardly make out the ceiling, and the room was filled with hoards of unfamiliar faces. Before Phoebe could reply, Elise grabbed onto her arms and pulled her through the crowd. "I want to introduce you to someone." She stopped in front of a black haired man, slightly taller than Phoebe. "Phoebe Halliwell, this is Grant Flower." Elise said proudly.
"Oh. . .that 'Times' guy? I read your reports every week!" Phoebe exclaimed with a grin.
"Wow, I'm a big fan of your column too. It's good work." He said returning her smile. 'Good smile.' Phoebe noted. 'Not as knee weakening as Co--' She inwardly scolded herself.
"You okay?" Grant asked.
"Peachy." Phoebe replied, grabbing a drink from the closest waiter and gulping it down. She replaced the glass on the tray and took hold of another one, ignoring the amused stare Grant gave her.
"Oh." Grant exclaimed suddenly. "This guy you have got to meet." Grant said, taking Phoebe's hand and leading her into the crowd, much to her annoyance. She threw down the rest of her drink, grabbing hold of a waiter and pulling him along with her. As she felt her hand being released, she put down her empty glass and took hold of another one, giving a look of thanks to the waiter, who hurried away. "Phoebe Halliwell, this is Cole Turner. The best damn District Attorney you will ever come across." Phoebe choked halfway through the drink she was busy downing.
"Careful there, you'll want to save some room for later in the evening." She heard his voice, and sure enough Cole was standing beside Grant when she turned around.
"Well I'll sure as hell have to now. . ." Phoebe mumbled through gritted teeth.
"What was that?" Grant asked, confused.
"Nothing." Phoebe quickly said. She reluctantly took the hand Cole held out, soon after which she released it. It was hard getting over him emotionally, but even more exhausting getting over him physically, and it was hard to ignore the slight electric shock she got when her hand touched his. "Cole Turner, was it?" She asked. Cole frowned.
"That's right." He replied cautiously.
"This guy just saved my job. Ever need someone to win a case for you, he's the one to go to." Grant said, making Phoebe's stomach churn slightly.
"Is that right?" Phoebe asked, putting on a smile. "So tell me. . .Mr Turner, what is an excellent District Attorney such as yourself doing as a media function such as this?" Phoebe asked.
"Great place to meet prospective clients." Cole same up with, flashing her the same smile she had been imagining seconds ago. She looked away.
"Not to mention women, hey Turner?" Grant chimed in with a grin, nudging Cole with his elbow. Cole gave him a small smile. Phoebe figured it must have taken a lot of restraint for him not to take this guy out with an energy ball, as she was finding it hard enough to prevent herself from knocking him out already.
"Err, yeah." Cole agreed bluntly.
"You know this guys' wife filed for a divorce after only a couple of years marriage?" Grant said suddenly. Cole sighed. Phoebe raised her eyebrows.
"Really? Why would she do something like that?" She asked sarcastically.
"Who knows, right Cole?" Grant said. "If you ask me, it was her loss." Phoebe let out a smile as she saw Cole's uncomfortable look flash towards her.
"Hmm. She must have been an idiot." She said to Cole.
"Oh, don't bother trying to get any information out of him. Despite everything, he won't say a word out of place about her. If it was me, I'd be plotting my revenge right now." Grant joked. Neither Cole nor Phoebe laughed. Phoebe cursed herself for pushing the conversation. He didn't say anything bad about her? Why not? It wasn't as if she didn't deserve it.
"Yeah, well. . .she doesn't deserve that." Cole said, as if reading Phoebe's mind. Phoebe avoided his gaze, choosing instead to down what was left of her drink. "I have to get going, business is booming." He said suddenly. He walked forward, stopping just beside Phoebe. She held her breath as he leant over towards her ear. "It was nice meeting you, Ms Halliwell." He whispered. Phoebe tried her best to ignore the feel of his warm breath on her skin. She didn't take a breath until she was sure he was no longer near her. She excused herself from Grant and headed to the nearest waiter. She needed a drink.
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Phoebe decided that she had had enough. She was trying her best to keep out of Cole's way, but kept managing to run into him. She had done so about five times already, and she wasn't enjoying it. The night had, instead of taking her mind of Cole, had succeeded in constantly reminding her of him. She turned around, pausing as the room started spinning. She swore inwardly, scolding herself for drinking so much. When everything settled down, she hurried towards the elevator. She punched the button quickly, glancing behind her, hoping that no one would try to stop her leaving.
"Phoebe!" A voice called. She groaned and turned around. "Leaving already?" Grant asked, walking up to her.
"Yeah, I'm a bit tired." Phoebe said, an understatement.
"Are you sure? There's someone I would really like you to meet." Grant said quickly. Phoebe shook her head.
"I really should go." Phoebe insisted.
"Hmm. If you're sure." He said uncertainly. Phoebe heard the doors open behind her. "Well, it was nice meeting you." Grant said, smiling. Phoebe returned his smile and stepped backwards into the elevator, almost tripping over the threshold. "I'll see you tomorrow, Cole." Grant added. Phoebe frowned, confused.
"Yeah, tomorrow." Cole replied from behind Phoebe. She spun around and saw him leaning against the wall, an amused look on his face. She groaned as the doors closed, making it impossible for her to walk away. Silence filled the elevator as it descended towards the bottom floor. The hairs on Phoebe's neck stood on end as she felt Cole's gaze on her. The elevator seemed to be descending in slow motion, and Phoebe was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable.
She nervously began wringing her hands together, watching the dim light move from number to number above her head. 3. 2. She waited for one, but it didn't arrive, as the elevator came to a sudden stop, causing her to cling onto the side for balance.
"What was--" She was interrupted as the lights suddenly went off, engulfing both of them in darkness. "Great. Just Great."
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Hope that was all right. This is going to be really short, just a couple of chapters in all. Review, give me some feedback!
'I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell. But stay a while and baby then you'll see, A different side of me. I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care. But soon enough you're gonna think of me, And how I used to be.'
-'Unwell' - Matchbox 20
It just reminded me of Cole and Phoebe. Thought I'd share it.