AN: I own nothing! Absolutely nothing! In 2008 I stumbled across an amazing Phoebe/Cole fic entitled The Bitter End written by escargoat. I recently went through and reread the story and was completely inspired. I really want to build off of the idea escargoat has created: In the series finale, Phoebe is the one to survive instead of Piper. Coop is unable to help her bring back her sisters and Leo. With Wyatt's active powers still in the possession of the Hollow and having no active powers of her own and only Victor and Henry to help with the boys, she enlists the help of Cole, finding a way to bring him back. If you don't have the time to read the original story, because it is a long story, know that Phoebe and Cole have just reconciled their relationship. (But I would really try to read The Bitter End first.) So here goes my take on this fabu idea. Enjoy!

He woke up to the rise and fall of her chest. His hand rested on her stomach and she was snuggled up against him. He couldn't believe that only hours before they'd had sex against the fridge. He couldn't believe she'd let him back in. Her eyes slowly opened and locked with his. Neither one spoke. She eventually broke her gaze and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. As she buried her head in her hands, he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Are we really going to do this again?" she asked, softly.

His arms wrapped around her, drawing her into his lap.

"Only if you want to, Phoebe. I don't want to force you into anything."

"Do you want this?"

Cole buried his head in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. He missed it so much. Missed her so much. Of course he wanted this, but if she didn't…

"I need to know what you want first," Cole muttered into her hair.

She sank back into his grip.

"Cole, I…" Phoebe sighed, drawing in a deep breath. "When we were together, I felt like I've never felt before. I was so in love with you. I – For months after your death I couldn't sleep. I laid awake in bed fighting back tears. And just when I was able to sleep again, you popped back into my life. I just…I couldn't handle it. Eventually it seemed to Paige that I'd given up on trying to vanquish you. In reality, it was my heart telling me I couldn't take that kind of pain again. So when Paige managed to vanquish you…more sleepless, tearful nights."

Cole tightened his grip on her.

"I want for us to be together again, but I don't know if I can handle it. You can't not be evil and I just…"

"Phoebe, I've never stopped loving you. I thought I could be around you again and not want to start anything, but I can't, especially after last night. I don't know how much longer I can stay here if you feel that way."

"You can't leave! We had a deal!"

"What am I getting out of this?"

"You get to be alive again!"

"There's no point in living if I'm not with you!"

By now they were facing each other. Fury flashed in their eyes. The sound of Chris crying filled the silence.

"I'll get him," Phoebe mumbled, heading toward the door.

"While you're at it, think about that precious daughter of yours. What color are her eyes?"

She ignored him and went to go help her nephew. As she was changing him, she let Cole's words get to her. The little girl had blue eyes…like Cole's. She stormed back into her room still holding Chris.

"How the hell did you know that?" she demanded.

"Language," Cole chastised, gesturing to the two-year-old.

"Answer the damn question," Phoebe commanded, covering Chris's ears.

"It gets quite boring in the astral plane. I eavesdrop."

"I've never acknowledged the fact that she has your eyes. How. Did. You. Know?"

"Go put Chris down and I'll tell you."

She did and came back with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Start explaining."

"My spirit is attached to yours. I guess it's to punish me, but wherever you go, I go. So when Billie and Kristy put you in your 'desire' realities, I was there with you, watching a little girl ask you if you still wanted her. A little girl with blue eyes very similar to mine."

He watched as tears filled her eyes.

"You're her father," Phoebe whispered.

Cole moved over to her and touched her shoulder. Phoebe collapsed into his arms as the tears came.

"Say it," Cole told her.

Phoebe shook her head.

"Say it," Cole repeated.

She just clung to him tighter.

"Say it, or I'm leaving."

"Fine. I need you, okay?"

"For Wyatt and Chris?"

"For me."

He kissed the top of her head and led her back over to the bed. They sat down next to each other, fingers intertwined.

"Promise me something?" Phoebe asked, quietly.

"What?"

"That you're done with evil; done putting me through hell."

"I'm done," he whispered. "I promise."

~*~

"Phoebe! What are you doing back?" Elise demanded, as her advice columnist walked into the office.

"I'm doing a lot better, really. And besides, you can't keep running my old columns forever…" Phoebe explained.

"But –"

"Please, Elise, I need the distraction."

"Who's watching your nephews?"

"My ex-husband. It's a long story, don't ask."

Elise just nodded in response.

"Okay well, I guess I should start sorting through my mail…"

"If you need anything, just ask," Elise told her. "I can't even imagine what you must be going through right now."

"Thank you," Phoebe whispered, entering her office.

She sat down at her desk and was instantly greeted by a picture of her sisters. She felt the bile rising into her throat and quickly flipped the picture over. Maybe it was too soon to be back at work… She just needed a distraction that didn't involve Cole…Her desk phone started ringing.

"Phoebe Halliwell."

"Just thought you should know that a demon attacked. I took care of him," Cole's voice answered her.

"Are the boys okay?"

"Yeah they're fine. Everything's fine…except for the clock…"

"Cole! We can't afford to keep fixing that thing, especially now."

"I know, I know. I'll take care of it."

"How? Money is scarce right now and without Leo around to…"

"I could get my job back," he cut her off.

"You're supposed to be watching the boys."

"They invented this great thing, it's called pre-school."

"Which costs more money…"

"I was a lawyer, Phoebe. The salary is quite good."

"What if a demon attacks them?"

"They won't do it in public."

"Demons don't give a damn about where they attack. They could kill everyone there."

"Phoebe, your salary is not going to be enough to raise them and your, our, daughter. We need the money."

"Henry's helping where he can and so is Dad."

"Phoebe, I just can't sit here at the house all day, doing nothing. I'm going to go crazy!"

She sighed into the phone. "Can you at least wait until we figure out how to get Wyatt's powers back? I want him to be able to protect himself."

"The Hollow took his powers, Pheebs. I don't know if we'll ever be able to get them back."

"There has to be a way."

"If there is, it will be in the Grimoire and not the Book of Shadows. Are you really willing to use black magic again?"

"If it's my only option, I'll do it for my nephew."

"You wouldn't use it for me."

"That was different."

"How?"

"You managed to come back without my help. It wasn't your only option."

"I didn't know that. You didn't know that."

"Cole that was five years ago… Let it go."

"But –"

"Didn't we establish this morning that I still love you?"

"Yes, but that doesn't explain why you didn't want to save me."

"Do we have to get into this over the phone?"

"No, it can wait until you get home."

He hung up on her. She felt the bile rising again. She couldn't be pregnant already, could she? No, of course not. They'd only…

She turned to her trash can just in time. She took a long sip of water, trying to get the foul taste out of her mouth. Tears burned the back of her eyes. Everything was happening too fast, and it was just too much. There was a knock on her door. It was Elise.

"I think you'd better take another week off."

~*~

"You were that excited to come discuss my demise?" Cole smirked, as Phoebe stormed into the manor.

"Elise sent me home," she pouted.

"Acting out again?"

"I threw up."

His demeanor instantly changed. Cole moved over to her and led her to the couch.

"Are you okay?"

Phoebe shook her head as fresh tears sprang from her eyes.

"What is it?" Cole asked gently.

"I'm the only one left."

And with that, she lost it. The tears she'd been suppressing for weeks flooded her eyes as she started bawling. Phoebe fell into Cole's arms and he held her tightly in his embrace. He started rubbing small circles on her back and she clung to him tighter, needing his comfort. For a while, neither of them spoke. Cole threaded his fingers through her hair; loving that is was longer again.

"You're not alone in this you know."

Phoebe nodded against his chest.

"You might be the only woman left in this family right now, but that'll change."

She nodded again, placing a hand on her stomach.

"Marry me?"

"What?" Phoebe asked, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Let's get remarried," he rephrased.

She shifted in his embrace, but didn't let go.

"Our daughter is going to need her father…and I need you."

Phoebe kissed him in response.

"Is that a yes?"

She kissed him again before snuggling back into his arms.

"But we still have a lot to talk about," Phoebe whispered.

"It can wait. For now, just let me hold my wife."

The title brought a smile to her lips.

"I'm not you're wife again…yet."

"It's only a matter of time, Pheebs. Only a matter of time."

~*~

"Mommy?"

"No, Wyatt sweetie, it's just me."

"When's she coming home?"

Phoebe ran a hand through his hair, which was so much like his father's.

"She's not."

Wyatt just stared at her.

"Remember we had that funeral for her and your Aunt Paige? They're gone, sweetie, like your dad."

"Gone? Forever?"

Phoebe nodded.

"I thought she come back like before."

She assumed her was referring to when they'd taken on alternate identities last year.

"Not this time, bud. I'm sorry."

Wyatt hugged his teddy bear to his chest.

"I know you miss your parents, but you're not going to be alone. You still have me, your brother, your grandfather, and your uncles. And in a couple of years you'll have some cousins too."

"But I miss them."

"I do too. Listen, I'm pretty much an expert at losing people I love; I've lost a lot of them. I'll help you through this, Wyatt. Me and you, we'll get through this together."

Wyatt dropped his bear and moved to hug her.

"I love you, little guy," she whispered, hugging him back.

"Love you too, Aunt Phoebe."

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