Last Chance
What if Cole had told Phoebe his secret at the end of "The Three Faces of Phoebe"? (*'s mean Cole is thinking this)
"Is there something you're not telling me about you? Something I don't know?" Phoebe asked. Cole sighed, knowing if he didn't reveal himself now he may never have the chance, and that would doom Phoebe to a life of emptiness and unanswered questions. She would walk alone forever with the sorrow he had caused her and remember him only as the bastard who vanquished her heart, betrayed her trust, and crippled her for life. His beautiful Phoebe would turn bitter in every aspect and no longer be his to hold.
As he sat down next to her and looked into her eyes, Cole rubbed his hands together in a sign of weakness. He gazed into her brown eyes and hoped only she would be spared of any pain and, in the end, perhaps find it in her heart to still love him.
"Yes, actually there is something you deserve to know about me," Cole took a deep breath, knowing it was now or never. The Source had let his guard down foolishly after the events of the day, and Cole knew this was his last chance to take advantage of the time he had left with his girl and tell her the truth before the evil destroyed them all. "I, uh, well." *damn you Turner, out with it!* "when we vanquished the Source, his, uh, powers entered the half of me that was empty. The void the Seer was talking about was the part of me Bealthazor had taken over, and now he lies within me, reborn."
He lifted his eyes off of his knees and took a quick glance at Phoebe, wincing at the sight. Her face had grown pale, all color had fled from her skin, her mouth gaped open unsure of whether to scream or protest, her eyes were wide with fear and shock, holding back a cascade of tears threatening to spill.
A soft cry escaped from the confines of her throat as she collapsed. Cole swept down and caught her before she hit the ground, holding her in his arms and rocking her gently. She made no move to pull away, and he took this as a sign she still loved him, or so he hoped. *At last I can hold her* he thought to himself. *We haven't been this close since before we vanquished the Source * He held her tiny frame tightly and lay down with her on the bed as she trembled and sobbed helplessly. *God she's gotten so frail, so weak. She's not the Phoebe Halliwell she once was. Her sister's death, the strain of the past year have robbed her of most strength. *
It was true, Phoebe had shrunk altogether. She was the perfect "little housewife" image, but Cole knew too much pain would sap her beyond repair. Her sobs subsided and soon they were just holding each other, lying silently. He thought it a wise time to move on with the conversation. Bad choice.
"Phoebe, listen to me. I know this is a lot, but I had to tell you before you found out some other way. Your older self set me straight on that point. That is how I was able to save Little Phoebe. I used my powers to attack Kurzon. I have been fighting this demon inside me for so long, but he's not going to stop me from protecting you. Ever."
Inside the Source raged, flaring up, knowing all too well what the human host was going to tell his little witch. He tried to break through the weak-excuse-for-a-source, tried to take him over and kill the witch before it was too late. But no matter what he did, the Source failed, and he soon realized Cole's love would stop him from keeping their mouths shut. Nothing was left to do except sit back and wait for a moment when the human let his guard down, so he could attack.
"Phoebe, baby, I need you to be strong. Please, for me?" She gave a slight nod of her head, still tightly wrapped in his arms. "I have been able to fight off the Source for awhile now, but his power grows with each day. The only way to ensure your safety, as well as that of your sisters', is to vanquish me." Though he said it calmly, inside he was shaking. He knew it was inevitable, but the thought of losing Phoebe now, to evil nonetheless, was more than he could bear.
"Noooo!" she wailed, like a child torn from her mother. Grief overwhelmed her, the torture was so strong, she was so weak, that she receded to a place in her mind where all was okay. Prue was still alive there, but Paige had joined them, and Andy was married to Prue. It was her fantasy world, now her reality. Cole was a human, they all were, and she and he were to marry in one week. Piper had her baby girl Melinda awhile ago, who was now old enough to be her flower girl at the church. Phoebe slowly crept to the edge, almost falling over, but the arms she was wrapped in kept her from falling. She was almost there, but Cole helped her stay sane, if only for a little while longer.
Sobs once again enveloped her body as she cried her heart out, her body violently jerking up and down with each painful breath. They had come too far, gone to hell and back for each other. She couldn't lose him now, not now. He held her with all his might and tried to console her, his own tears trickling down his cheeks, soddening her hair. Her cries turned to sadness, which brought on a wave of despair, agony, pain, and anger. Why was magic always interfering? Why was she the one always robbed of all she loved and had? She had lost her mother, grandmother, and Prue, not to mention innumerable innocents. Well damn the world if she was going to lose Cole too. Her tiny fists angrily beat against his solid chest as she flew into a fit, unsure of everything.
"Get out of my fiancé you son of a bitch! Get out! He's not yours! He's mine! Get out! You can't have him! He loves me! You can't take that away! He's all I have! Please! You will not take away the one person I have left! He's fought so hard! Get OUT!" Phoebe shrieked. Cole let her beat on him, accepting her attack with more tears, rubbing her back and soothing her with comforting words when she was worn out. As she quietly slipped into a sleep out of sheer exhaustion, Piper and Paige barreled in, roused out of bed by Phoebe's screams. Leo came in behind, but was summoned "up there" before Piper could ask "What the hell happened to Phoebe?" The two crawled onto the bed gently, worry creasing their faces. As Cole explained the previous events quietly as not to disturb his fiancé, Leo orbed in with the same news. Cole seemed so vulnerable to them all, despite his demonic powers. Phoebe woke up from her dreams and quickly latched on to Cole as the group talked about what to do. As the rest attempted to formulate a plan, Phoebe shed silent tears and held on to Cole with all the strength she had left, mumbling the barely audible words "He's mine. You can't have him. He's mine."
End of Part 1, tell me what you think. I made Phoebe vulnerable and nearly fallen apart because the writers failed to add that into her character when she lost Cole and the baby, so I figured make her weak here. ( We need a passive side to Phoebe for a little. (
What if Cole had told Phoebe his secret at the end of "The Three Faces of Phoebe"? (*'s mean Cole is thinking this)
"Is there something you're not telling me about you? Something I don't know?" Phoebe asked. Cole sighed, knowing if he didn't reveal himself now he may never have the chance, and that would doom Phoebe to a life of emptiness and unanswered questions. She would walk alone forever with the sorrow he had caused her and remember him only as the bastard who vanquished her heart, betrayed her trust, and crippled her for life. His beautiful Phoebe would turn bitter in every aspect and no longer be his to hold.
As he sat down next to her and looked into her eyes, Cole rubbed his hands together in a sign of weakness. He gazed into her brown eyes and hoped only she would be spared of any pain and, in the end, perhaps find it in her heart to still love him.
"Yes, actually there is something you deserve to know about me," Cole took a deep breath, knowing it was now or never. The Source had let his guard down foolishly after the events of the day, and Cole knew this was his last chance to take advantage of the time he had left with his girl and tell her the truth before the evil destroyed them all. "I, uh, well." *damn you Turner, out with it!* "when we vanquished the Source, his, uh, powers entered the half of me that was empty. The void the Seer was talking about was the part of me Bealthazor had taken over, and now he lies within me, reborn."
He lifted his eyes off of his knees and took a quick glance at Phoebe, wincing at the sight. Her face had grown pale, all color had fled from her skin, her mouth gaped open unsure of whether to scream or protest, her eyes were wide with fear and shock, holding back a cascade of tears threatening to spill.
A soft cry escaped from the confines of her throat as she collapsed. Cole swept down and caught her before she hit the ground, holding her in his arms and rocking her gently. She made no move to pull away, and he took this as a sign she still loved him, or so he hoped. *At last I can hold her* he thought to himself. *We haven't been this close since before we vanquished the Source * He held her tiny frame tightly and lay down with her on the bed as she trembled and sobbed helplessly. *God she's gotten so frail, so weak. She's not the Phoebe Halliwell she once was. Her sister's death, the strain of the past year have robbed her of most strength. *
It was true, Phoebe had shrunk altogether. She was the perfect "little housewife" image, but Cole knew too much pain would sap her beyond repair. Her sobs subsided and soon they were just holding each other, lying silently. He thought it a wise time to move on with the conversation. Bad choice.
"Phoebe, listen to me. I know this is a lot, but I had to tell you before you found out some other way. Your older self set me straight on that point. That is how I was able to save Little Phoebe. I used my powers to attack Kurzon. I have been fighting this demon inside me for so long, but he's not going to stop me from protecting you. Ever."
Inside the Source raged, flaring up, knowing all too well what the human host was going to tell his little witch. He tried to break through the weak-excuse-for-a-source, tried to take him over and kill the witch before it was too late. But no matter what he did, the Source failed, and he soon realized Cole's love would stop him from keeping their mouths shut. Nothing was left to do except sit back and wait for a moment when the human let his guard down, so he could attack.
"Phoebe, baby, I need you to be strong. Please, for me?" She gave a slight nod of her head, still tightly wrapped in his arms. "I have been able to fight off the Source for awhile now, but his power grows with each day. The only way to ensure your safety, as well as that of your sisters', is to vanquish me." Though he said it calmly, inside he was shaking. He knew it was inevitable, but the thought of losing Phoebe now, to evil nonetheless, was more than he could bear.
"Noooo!" she wailed, like a child torn from her mother. Grief overwhelmed her, the torture was so strong, she was so weak, that she receded to a place in her mind where all was okay. Prue was still alive there, but Paige had joined them, and Andy was married to Prue. It was her fantasy world, now her reality. Cole was a human, they all were, and she and he were to marry in one week. Piper had her baby girl Melinda awhile ago, who was now old enough to be her flower girl at the church. Phoebe slowly crept to the edge, almost falling over, but the arms she was wrapped in kept her from falling. She was almost there, but Cole helped her stay sane, if only for a little while longer.
Sobs once again enveloped her body as she cried her heart out, her body violently jerking up and down with each painful breath. They had come too far, gone to hell and back for each other. She couldn't lose him now, not now. He held her with all his might and tried to console her, his own tears trickling down his cheeks, soddening her hair. Her cries turned to sadness, which brought on a wave of despair, agony, pain, and anger. Why was magic always interfering? Why was she the one always robbed of all she loved and had? She had lost her mother, grandmother, and Prue, not to mention innumerable innocents. Well damn the world if she was going to lose Cole too. Her tiny fists angrily beat against his solid chest as she flew into a fit, unsure of everything.
"Get out of my fiancé you son of a bitch! Get out! He's not yours! He's mine! Get out! You can't have him! He loves me! You can't take that away! He's all I have! Please! You will not take away the one person I have left! He's fought so hard! Get OUT!" Phoebe shrieked. Cole let her beat on him, accepting her attack with more tears, rubbing her back and soothing her with comforting words when she was worn out. As she quietly slipped into a sleep out of sheer exhaustion, Piper and Paige barreled in, roused out of bed by Phoebe's screams. Leo came in behind, but was summoned "up there" before Piper could ask "What the hell happened to Phoebe?" The two crawled onto the bed gently, worry creasing their faces. As Cole explained the previous events quietly as not to disturb his fiancé, Leo orbed in with the same news. Cole seemed so vulnerable to them all, despite his demonic powers. Phoebe woke up from her dreams and quickly latched on to Cole as the group talked about what to do. As the rest attempted to formulate a plan, Phoebe shed silent tears and held on to Cole with all the strength she had left, mumbling the barely audible words "He's mine. You can't have him. He's mine."
End of Part 1, tell me what you think. I made Phoebe vulnerable and nearly fallen apart because the writers failed to add that into her character when she lost Cole and the baby, so I figured make her weak here. ( We need a passive side to Phoebe for a little. (