A/N: Set around the time Cole was human and powerless. I guess you can say this is an AU fic. I am using the Evil Enchantress in this one, but it is my own version, NOT Paige. This is my playground now kiddies.
"Has anyone seen…Cole?" Phoebe stopped short in the living room when she saw her fiancé lying upside down on the couch, reading a book. She walked over with a small smile twitching on her face, trying to look confused.
"Uh, honey? What are you doing?" she asked.
Cole looked up, or tried to because the strain on his neck was too great and he growled in pain. After a moment he quickly sat up and muttered, "Reading."
"I see that, why were you upside down?" she asked, pointing with a grin.
Cole shrugged and tilted his head to the side. "I was bored. I guess I needed something to help fight the tedium…"
Phoebe nodded and made an "Oh" sound before shouldering her purse. Cole looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. She shook her head and said, "I'm going to be at work, so call me if you need anything."
Cole nodded, kissed Phoebe on the lips when she came forward and watched her with an amused expression when she darted out of the room. Cole sighed and leaned back into the couch, bored once again.
Cole tossed the book he had onto the couch across from his, bored completely out of his mind once again. He patted his thighs, making a small beat until he became bored of that as well. He even tried whistling till his jaws ached.
"I am so bored," he muttered into the palm of his hands, burying his face in them as it finally became apparent there was nothing to do.
Meanwhile, down deep into the darkest crevices of the Underworld, a lone woman laughed merrily. She clasped her hands in front of her in glee, her long slender fingers lacing over one another as she whirled around on a heel-clad foot.
"Tell the Source I accept his gracious offer, dear minion," she responded, her red flowing hair framing her milky white, cherub face.
The male demon bowed once and shimmered out, leaving the tall woman alone in her expansive quarters. She walked briskly over to a large, rock slate that was used as her table. She picked up a few colorful herbs here and there and sprinkled them into a large bubbling cauldron.
"Oh, Mr. Coleridge Turner, you will not be very pleased with this new arrangement, I must say," she said aloud, her voice soft and lilting, "No you will not at all." She laughed once again, the laughter echoing within in her enclosed cave.
TBC...