Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, don't sue me.
A/N: Well, here we go again. I think I'm addicted to writing Charmed fanfiction. This one is set about two years after Centennial Charmed, which is changed a bit in the first couple of chapters. Hope you guys like it.
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Phoebe hesitated before speaking. "I'm gonna ask you a question, and all I want is a straight answer, ok? Can you do that?" She looked up at him.
"Ok." Cole replied, slightly suspicious of the sudden seriousness.
"Is there something that you're not telling me, about you? Something that I don't know?" She held her breath, waiting for a reply. He didn't say anything, for what seemed like a lifetime.
"No." He finally said. She looked into his eyes. And she believed him.
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Phoebe unconsciously rolled over in bed. She was frowning in her sleep. Lies. Simple lies. Lies that if had been prevented could have changed everything. She rolled over again, a new dream replacing the old.
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With a wave of Cole's hand, Phoebe instantly switched placed with the witch hunter who was previously standing pointing a gun towards her. The bullet hit him squarely in the chest, and he collapsed to the ground. It took a while for Phoebe to see Cole.
"Cole." She said simply. She took a step backwards, shocked.
"I couldn't very well let you die now, could I?" Cole asked with an amused look as he moved closer.
"I don't understand. How-How are you." She paused.
"Here?" He finished. "Let's just say I picked up a-a few powers lately, quite a few, actually." He smiled vaguely. He looked deeply into her eyes, as if searching for something. Finally he turned and headed back into the darkness. He stopped and turned around, pausing a moment before speaking.
"I'm not giving up on us Phoebe." He said softly. "Ever. . ."
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And he didn't. Not until it had all been over. And even then he hadn't. After everything, he had still tried to find a way for them. Even after she had told him it was over, more than once. Her comforter loosened around her, and she rolled over once again. As she drifted into a new dream, her features grew less strained. Serene, almost.
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"What's that?" Phoebe asked suspiciously, seeing for the first time the small bag he had been fingering gently.
"This?" Cole asked softly, raising the small, green bag and shaking it slightly.
"Yeah." Phoebe said, almost a whisper.
"It's just a little something I've been waiting for the right moment to give you." Cole said walking forward. He removed a small, dark box from the bag and opened it slowly, to reveal a beautiful ring inside it. "It's not your Grams, but. . .hopefully it's not cursed." He continued with a small smile.
"I. . .I don't think now's the time." Phoebe said hesitantly. Despite the fact that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time now, there was too much to worry about.
"Actually, I think now's the perfect time." Cole said as he removed the ring from the box. He fingered it gently before sliding it slowly onto her finger. "This way, no matter what happens, you'll always know that I love you. . ."
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"Cole. . ." Phoebe whispered. The sound of her own voice woke her up and her eyes flew open. She looked around the room, around the darkness. Her eyes fell on Jason lying asleep beside her. She turned over in bed. 'Dreams.' She thought. 'Only dreams.' It wasn't the first time her slumber had been occupied by Cole. Almost every night in the past week a memory had resurfaced of their time together. 'Why?' She thought. What was so important that her mind was forcing her to remember him, after she'd tried so hard to forget? She pushed all thoughts of Cole out of her mind, and willed herself to fall asleep again.
Almost immediately, her mind was filled with images of Cole. But this time, it wasn't a memory that came to her. It was completely unfamiliar to her, and what was more unusual was that Phoebe felt that she herself was in the dream. As though she was living it. She was in a large warehouse. It was dark, but not dark enough for her not to make out the shapes of the few objects that filled the warehouse. There was something right a the end, and Phoebe felt herself moving towards it, unable to stop herself. As she got closer, the object turned into a figure. A human figure. A man. A gasp caught in her throat as she recognised Cole. He was sitting hunched on a chair, his hands bound behind his back. She stepped forward, and he looked up.
"Cole?" She asked. He didn't reply. Instead he looked right at her - except he wasn't. It was like he was looking through her. 'He can't see me.' She realised. He had arge bruises all over his face, and a large gash on his forehead, where dried blood was settled. It was obvious, to Phoebe, that this couldn't be real. Apart from the fact that Cole was no longer alive, his wounds would have healed immediately. She reached out to touch his face, but her hand went right through him. She pulled back hastily as he flinched, looking around confused. 'How could he have felt that?" She wondered.
"Phoebe?" He whispered hoarsely. Phoebe was taken by surprise. "I didn't tell him anything." He said, confusing Phoebe more. "And I won't. I won't. . ." He broke off, as though the effort of speaking was too much for him. A loud back at the back of the warehouse made both Cole and Phoebe turn toward the door situated there. A man came through it, closing it behind him. He made his way towards him. Phoebe stepped backwards, holding her breath as he came nearer. She expected him to stop in front of them, but instead he passed straight through her and leaned over Cole.
"Ready to talk?" He asked impatiently. Cole tilted his head upwards, and gave the interrogator a smile.
"I've been here for months and I haven't. . .why would I?" He said, a coughing fit overcoming him as he finished. Cole's comment didn't seem to phase the man, who pulled out a small hand held device from his pocket. At the end of the device, there were two metal prongs protruding. He switched it on, and the metal prongs were joined together by a single line of electricity. Phoebe felt a shiver run through her.
"Are you sure?" The man asked Cole. Phoebe saw a flicker of fear cross Cole's face, but he remained defiant and stayed silent. "You're a demon. I know. I have nothing against that." He said, inches away from Cole's face. "I want the witches. I saw you with them. I know you know something. . ."
Cole tilted his head upwards so he was staring into the man's eyes. "You're not going to get anything out of me." He said, his voice growing steady. The man pulled back abruptly, and Phoebe saw a look of grim satisfaction on his face just before he held the electric device against Cole's neck, the electricity being passed into him. Cole let out a cry of agony, which filled Phoebe's ears. The only thing she could hear above it was another sound. Another scream. Then the realisation hit her to who it belonged to: herself.
She sat up panting, sweat dampening her forehead. Jason stirred.
"Wha-what's going on?" He sat up next to her, barely awake. "Are you okay?" He asked, noticing the look on her face.
"Fine." Phoebe replied hastily. "Just a nightmare."
"Are you sure?" He asked, concerned.
"Yeah. . .I'm okay. Go back to sleep." She lay back down and turned on her side, away from Jason. She looked at the clock: 5am. There was no way she'd be able to get back to sleep. Instead, she waited till she heard Jason's breathing slow down to a rhythmic pattern, before climbing out of bed and heading to her closet. She pulled out some clothes and hastily changed, before hurrying downstairs and heading outside. She needed to clear her head.
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A/N 1: Well? Think it has some potential as a story? I'm not so sure, I'll have to wait for you guys to give me some feedback.
A/N 2: The 'flashback' bits and the parts in between them were scenes I used in another story - which was only a short, one chaptered story. So if it seems a bit familiar, you now know why.
A/N: Well, here we go again. I think I'm addicted to writing Charmed fanfiction. This one is set about two years after Centennial Charmed, which is changed a bit in the first couple of chapters. Hope you guys like it.
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Phoebe hesitated before speaking. "I'm gonna ask you a question, and all I want is a straight answer, ok? Can you do that?" She looked up at him.
"Ok." Cole replied, slightly suspicious of the sudden seriousness.
"Is there something that you're not telling me, about you? Something that I don't know?" She held her breath, waiting for a reply. He didn't say anything, for what seemed like a lifetime.
"No." He finally said. She looked into his eyes. And she believed him.
* * * * *
Phoebe unconsciously rolled over in bed. She was frowning in her sleep. Lies. Simple lies. Lies that if had been prevented could have changed everything. She rolled over again, a new dream replacing the old.
* * * * *
With a wave of Cole's hand, Phoebe instantly switched placed with the witch hunter who was previously standing pointing a gun towards her. The bullet hit him squarely in the chest, and he collapsed to the ground. It took a while for Phoebe to see Cole.
"Cole." She said simply. She took a step backwards, shocked.
"I couldn't very well let you die now, could I?" Cole asked with an amused look as he moved closer.
"I don't understand. How-How are you." She paused.
"Here?" He finished. "Let's just say I picked up a-a few powers lately, quite a few, actually." He smiled vaguely. He looked deeply into her eyes, as if searching for something. Finally he turned and headed back into the darkness. He stopped and turned around, pausing a moment before speaking.
"I'm not giving up on us Phoebe." He said softly. "Ever. . ."
* * * * *
And he didn't. Not until it had all been over. And even then he hadn't. After everything, he had still tried to find a way for them. Even after she had told him it was over, more than once. Her comforter loosened around her, and she rolled over once again. As she drifted into a new dream, her features grew less strained. Serene, almost.
* * * * *
"What's that?" Phoebe asked suspiciously, seeing for the first time the small bag he had been fingering gently.
"This?" Cole asked softly, raising the small, green bag and shaking it slightly.
"Yeah." Phoebe said, almost a whisper.
"It's just a little something I've been waiting for the right moment to give you." Cole said walking forward. He removed a small, dark box from the bag and opened it slowly, to reveal a beautiful ring inside it. "It's not your Grams, but. . .hopefully it's not cursed." He continued with a small smile.
"I. . .I don't think now's the time." Phoebe said hesitantly. Despite the fact that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time now, there was too much to worry about.
"Actually, I think now's the perfect time." Cole said as he removed the ring from the box. He fingered it gently before sliding it slowly onto her finger. "This way, no matter what happens, you'll always know that I love you. . ."
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"Cole. . ." Phoebe whispered. The sound of her own voice woke her up and her eyes flew open. She looked around the room, around the darkness. Her eyes fell on Jason lying asleep beside her. She turned over in bed. 'Dreams.' She thought. 'Only dreams.' It wasn't the first time her slumber had been occupied by Cole. Almost every night in the past week a memory had resurfaced of their time together. 'Why?' She thought. What was so important that her mind was forcing her to remember him, after she'd tried so hard to forget? She pushed all thoughts of Cole out of her mind, and willed herself to fall asleep again.
Almost immediately, her mind was filled with images of Cole. But this time, it wasn't a memory that came to her. It was completely unfamiliar to her, and what was more unusual was that Phoebe felt that she herself was in the dream. As though she was living it. She was in a large warehouse. It was dark, but not dark enough for her not to make out the shapes of the few objects that filled the warehouse. There was something right a the end, and Phoebe felt herself moving towards it, unable to stop herself. As she got closer, the object turned into a figure. A human figure. A man. A gasp caught in her throat as she recognised Cole. He was sitting hunched on a chair, his hands bound behind his back. She stepped forward, and he looked up.
"Cole?" She asked. He didn't reply. Instead he looked right at her - except he wasn't. It was like he was looking through her. 'He can't see me.' She realised. He had arge bruises all over his face, and a large gash on his forehead, where dried blood was settled. It was obvious, to Phoebe, that this couldn't be real. Apart from the fact that Cole was no longer alive, his wounds would have healed immediately. She reached out to touch his face, but her hand went right through him. She pulled back hastily as he flinched, looking around confused. 'How could he have felt that?" She wondered.
"Phoebe?" He whispered hoarsely. Phoebe was taken by surprise. "I didn't tell him anything." He said, confusing Phoebe more. "And I won't. I won't. . ." He broke off, as though the effort of speaking was too much for him. A loud back at the back of the warehouse made both Cole and Phoebe turn toward the door situated there. A man came through it, closing it behind him. He made his way towards him. Phoebe stepped backwards, holding her breath as he came nearer. She expected him to stop in front of them, but instead he passed straight through her and leaned over Cole.
"Ready to talk?" He asked impatiently. Cole tilted his head upwards, and gave the interrogator a smile.
"I've been here for months and I haven't. . .why would I?" He said, a coughing fit overcoming him as he finished. Cole's comment didn't seem to phase the man, who pulled out a small hand held device from his pocket. At the end of the device, there were two metal prongs protruding. He switched it on, and the metal prongs were joined together by a single line of electricity. Phoebe felt a shiver run through her.
"Are you sure?" The man asked Cole. Phoebe saw a flicker of fear cross Cole's face, but he remained defiant and stayed silent. "You're a demon. I know. I have nothing against that." He said, inches away from Cole's face. "I want the witches. I saw you with them. I know you know something. . ."
Cole tilted his head upwards so he was staring into the man's eyes. "You're not going to get anything out of me." He said, his voice growing steady. The man pulled back abruptly, and Phoebe saw a look of grim satisfaction on his face just before he held the electric device against Cole's neck, the electricity being passed into him. Cole let out a cry of agony, which filled Phoebe's ears. The only thing she could hear above it was another sound. Another scream. Then the realisation hit her to who it belonged to: herself.
She sat up panting, sweat dampening her forehead. Jason stirred.
"Wha-what's going on?" He sat up next to her, barely awake. "Are you okay?" He asked, noticing the look on her face.
"Fine." Phoebe replied hastily. "Just a nightmare."
"Are you sure?" He asked, concerned.
"Yeah. . .I'm okay. Go back to sleep." She lay back down and turned on her side, away from Jason. She looked at the clock: 5am. There was no way she'd be able to get back to sleep. Instead, she waited till she heard Jason's breathing slow down to a rhythmic pattern, before climbing out of bed and heading to her closet. She pulled out some clothes and hastily changed, before hurrying downstairs and heading outside. She needed to clear her head.
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A/N 1: Well? Think it has some potential as a story? I'm not so sure, I'll have to wait for you guys to give me some feedback.
A/N 2: The 'flashback' bits and the parts in between them were scenes I used in another story - which was only a short, one chaptered story. So if it seems a bit familiar, you now know why.
