Authors Note: *Squeals* its here!!!! My sequel to Love Interest…Well the first chapter is here, I decided just to write one chapter and see what everyone thought. I have high hopes for this story, being that I have completely recovered from my writers block. WOOT! Okay enough celebrating my own success of getting out a chapter. I just wanted to say that if you haven't read Love Interest it probably doesn't matter, as this story is basically just going off where it ended.

If you like where this is going please tell me, as I will eagerly type out the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Charmed is not mine...nor will it ever be, but a girl can dream right?

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Her heart was racing. Beating uncontrollably within her chest.

Her eyes were blurred, although that was the least of her worries. She could feel the stabbing pain that grabbed her side, panging excruciatingly as crimson blood soaked her once white shirt.

Her body felt heavy. Like at any moment she would turn to stone.

She kept her eyes firmly shut, willing the numbness which grasped at her fervently to go away.

Her head was clouded and although everything around her was quiet her ears bellowed with her pulse, its beating loud and clear. Keeping her from calming yet reminding her that she was still alive.

Opening her eyes with what little energy she had left, she focused on the slightly wet ground, her surroundings were dark.

The night air adding to her shivers.

She knew where she was.

Although at this point her mind had distorted her view, leaving her confused and semi-conscious.

As she tried to desperately keep her eyes from closing a loud yell penetrated her muffled mind.

What words were spoken went unheard; right now she just needed to sit up.

Yes.

She needed to get control of herself, fight back the confusion…

…the pain.

"Phoebe!" The voice got louder, closer. "Phoebe, oh my god! Are you okay?"

Her lack of words suggested otherwise and within moments Phoebe could feel someone brushing the hair from her eyes, their touch gentle and caring.

Her first instinct was to move, to get away.

Although as her distorted vision became clearer she recognized Billie, the younger girl knelt beside her.

Her soft eyes flooded with worry.

"You're bleeding." She exclaimed and Phoebe wanted to laugh at how naïve she had sounded. "Okay, look, everything's going to be fine…you'll see."

Phoebe grimaced slightly at how unconfident Billie seemed, although her eyes never left the blondes.

She didn't want to be alone.

She didn't want to ever stop looking into Billie's eyes.

They felt safe, held a certain comfort which made Phoebe feel secure.

"Do you remember what happened?" Billie said her hand grasping Phoebe's.

Yes, she knew what happened.

How could she not.

Although contrary to her knowing she didn't understand why.

Was it just that her and Billie attracted unwanted demon attention? Or was it a really appalling stint of bad luck?

Nodding slightly Phoebe closed her eyes.

It was impossible to ever forget the days leading up to this moment.

…Impossible.

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2 days earlier.

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"So you really think this looks okay?" Billie asked hesitantly, doing a brief twirl in front of Phoebe.

"Trust me, you look absolutely fabulous." Grinned Phoebe, standing from her earlier position on the bed.

Billie gave a quick smile. "Good 'cause I really want to make a perfect impression."

"Honey, it's not like you've never met my dad." Phoebe said walking over and placing her hands in Billie's, the blonde still looked nervous. "Paige and Piper took us being together well."

"They're your sisters, and Paige basically knew anyway!"

"Thanks to someone's lame excuses…" Laughed Phoebe, although Billie didn't look the slightest bit amused. "Stop worrying, it's only dinner, he will be very happy for us."

"You don't know that." Billie quipped almost pouting.

Phoebe gave a small chuckle. "I think you're forgetting I have the power of premonition."

"Which only works if something bad is about to happen."

"Not always…" Defended Phoebe pulling Billie closer. "Beside I can feel it in my heart that everything is going to go well."

"Yeah, well we have two very different opinions."

Giving Billie an almost pitying smile Phoebe pulled her over to sit on the bed, her hands holding firmly to the blondes. "You're just nervous, things will be fine."

"What if he hates me?" Billie asked her eyes downcast as she stared at the ground.

"He knows you Billie; you're not exactly meeting for the first time."

"He knows me as your friend, the one who helps out the Charmed Ones, what if he hates me as your girlfriend?"

Phoebe smiled softly. "Impossible."

"I'm not sure if you haven't noticed but not everyone likes me, I tend to annoy people, or get on their nerves." Stated Billie giving Phoebe an honest look, suggesting she was being serious.

"My dad is a hard person to annoy, he was married to a witch, and constantly tested and disliked by grams…I think he can handle you."

Sighing loudly Billie stood up. "Alright, let's get this over and done with."

Phoebe gave a small laugh as she grabbed Billie from behind, pulling her closer. "It's not going to be as bad as you think." She said lightly kissing the girls cheek.

Billie gave a small nod. "I hope you're right."

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Snapping quickly from her thoughts Phoebe looked at Billie.

Only now noticing the large gash on her head, the blood looking dark under the moon light.

Her mind was still clouded but she found herself raising her hand to move Billie's hair slightly, getting a weak smile in return.

"It's not as bad as yours, I think I'll survive." Billie whispered trying to lighten the mood.

Phoebe smiled gently.

Her mind switching back to her side, the pain had subsided.

Although she had a feeling that could be a bad thing.

Sure she was use to the frequent injuries that came with being a Charmed One, but normally Paige or Leo would heal her.

Now however, that wasn't an option.

Grimacing slightly she lowered her hand. "How'd you get that?" Phoebe asked her words quiet.

Billie shrugged. "Got in a fight with a homeless man." Phoebe's face looked perplexed as Billie continued. "Well it was a demon; he was sort of disguised as a homeless man."

Billie's serious demeanor made Phoebe smile.

Her hand reaching to grab the blondes.

If was a comfort just to have her presents, to feel her next to her.

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Phoebe's car pulled up slowly as she gave a quick smile in Billie's direction, giving her shoulder a squeeze as she unbuckled her seat belt. "You ready?"

Billie breathed in deeply, her nervousness showing even though Phoebe was pretty sure she was trying to hide it the best she could. "Ready as I could be."

"Alright then, let's go have dinner." Smiling brightly Phoebe got out of the car, followed hesitantly by Billie.

The walk to his apartment seemed to take forever, every second seeming to be a minute. It was probably a huge understatement to say Billie was nervous, her heart hadn't slowed since getting out of the car and by now she was sure she looked as white as a ghost.

Phoebe stopped abruptly as she turned to Billie, her smile wide. "Care to do the honors?" She asked gesturing towards the door.

Billie gave a weak smile. "Why make things worse?" She jested, moving forward she knocked lightly upon the door.

Within moments said door was opened quickly, standing in its wake was Victor. Smile plastered upon his face as he wiped his hands on a quite elegant apron. Billie, whose eyes never left the frilly apron gave a half hearted giggle.

"What's with the apron dad?" Phoebe asked a slight blush forming in her cheeks.

Victor looked confounded before smiling sheepishly. "A neighbor let me borrow it."

"I see." Laughed Phoebe, Victor smiled.

"Who's ready to eat then? I've been cooking all day."

"You? Cooking?"

"Yes, Phoebe, in fact I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by the many talents I have." Victor stated giving Billie a friendly wink as he gestured for them to come inside.

The smell of vegetables and roast lamb filled the smallish kitchen, making what would usually be described as a dull environment into a homey sort of space. This feeling making Billie calm just a fraction.

"I hope you like Lamb." Victor smiled, taking off his flower printed apron. His words were directed at Billie although Phoebe had taking it upon herself to nod in the affirmative. "It's not ready just yet, but that'll give us time to catch up and settle in."

"Excellent." Phoebe sighed with content, following her dad into the small living space, Billie in turn quickly behind.

"So tell me Billie, do you have a job?" Victor questioned his move to make conversation fitted easily.

"Um…No actually I'm still in school." Replied Billie, Phoebe noting the mask of confidents she had put up.

Victor nodded. "Smart girl, anything in particular you're studying?"

"This and that I guess."

Phoebe smiled at Billie's shortly put answers. "So dad, tell me what made you decide to cook?"

Victor laughed with substance before sitting down on the couch. "I rarely get to see you Phoebe, so I thought it'd be nice to make something fancy, although I can't guarantee everything will taste perfect."

"As long as it's food dad, I'm fine." Laughed Phoebe, glancing at a still quite nervous Billie.

If it weren't for the fact that they hadn't told him about their relationship, Phoebe would have gave Billie's hand a reassuring squeeze, in fact it took her a lot just to stand a few feet from the girl. Looking briefly at the slightly pale women Phoebe gave her a small smile, let's just hope things keep on sailing smoothly, a storm was definitely not a welcome thing.

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