Phoebe Halliwell knew that she should be happy. She had managed to finally get somewhere after years of being told she wouldn't be able, and fighting through four and half years of fighting numerous demons and warlocks. She had a solid career. She let out a sigh as she started to pace around the room she has been in since she was a child. Not so long ago, she was married and in a beautiful penthouse, and pregnant. She let out a sigh, and found herself looking into a box of things she had managed to scrape up from the long abandoned place. She didn't tell anyone about this particular thing; she knew she would just get hell for it. Her family was so tired of Cole blustering in and then leaving a fiery trail of pain in his absence.
Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor.
Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it any more.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.
She opened up the box and looked at the pictures of when she and Cole had first met, and felt tears coming to her eyes. She was still so carefree back then; still so excited to be a witch. Then Cole Turner came into her life after she and her older sister Prue saved their cop friend Darryl Morris from being killed by a human influenced by a demon. From there their drama filled romance began. She had really thought she had found the one. From the beginning she had thought that they were meant to be. They had gone through so much. She had thought after Cole had saved her and her sisters from the witch hunter that she was done with him; that divorce was going to be the best option for her.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.
Across San Francisco Cole Turner sat down alone in his penthouse. He couldn't help but let out a sigh; he was so alone since Phoebe had stayed away from him. His love for her had helped him survive in the Wasteland. That wouldn't be enough to prove to her that they could still work despite everything?
Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.
A part of him wanted to just appear next to his wife, and take her back home. He knew that if there was any hope of her coming back was to just give her time. Cole found himself heading towards the liquor cabinet, and pulling out a bottle of whiskey. He didn't bother getting a glass; he just took a swig of it dry. He sighed, and walked towards his empty bed where he knew where he would be later that night.
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.
Phoebe sighed, and decided that she needed to go on a jog. It was something that she had become accustomed to since Cole's "death". Most nights it was just around her neighborhood, but other times she had managed to arrive at the Penthouse. As she headed down the stairs, she saw her little sister Paige in the dining room. She was making another potion. "What's up Phoebs?" she questioned as she saw her coming down the stairs.
"Just going out for a jog," Phoebe said, hoping to avoid the conversation about what time it was.
"Well…take a generic vanquishing potion with you," Paige said, tossing her one. Phoebe caught it, and was surprised not to get a lecture. She shrugged her shoulders, and pulled on a light weight jacket. As soon as her sneaker clad feet hit the pavement she started to jog. Before she knew it though, she was sprinting full out having no idea where she was going. A part of her knew she shouldn't be straying so far away from the manor, but she knew that if she called Leo or Paige they were only an orb away. Before she knew it she was there; the place she used to call home.
I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.
"Cole," she whispered, feeling tears coming to her eyes. This was the worst yet; normally she would just glance at it for a few moments, and go home. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. Before the pain could fully hit on, she felt a premonition coming. From the feel of it, it was only a flash. A couple demons were going to shimmer behind her in a few seconds. Coming out from the glimpse of the very near future, she launched herself in the air, easily ascending five feet. The demons shimmered in, and looked confused. "Up here boys," she said with a smirk, throwing the potion down. One demon was smart enough to dodge the oncoming potion, the other was vanquished.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
As Cole continued to drink, he thought he heard something. There was a feeling deep inside of him; he couldn't tell if it was just one of his many powers he had accumulated in the Wasteland, but he knew that Phoebe was in trouble. He dropped the bottle down, and disappeared in a red wave. At the next moment he was in front of the building of his penthouse, and saw Phoebe fighting a demon. What was she doing here? Was she here to see him? He immediately squashed his hopes, and summoned a high energy ball in his hand.
He was prepared to toss it at the demon, but he didn't want to risk hitting Phoebe. A Warlock blinked in, and that prompted Cole to vanquish it with the energy ball in his hand. Phoebe let out a hard roundhouse kick to the demons chin, and he flew backwards. "What are you doing here?" she yelled before, bending down and sweeping an athame out of the demon's belt sheathe. She thrust the blade into the demon's chest effectively vanquishing him. Before he could answer her, he let out a sigh. She clearly saw the pain written in his features.
"I…" he wasn't sure what to say; he was far from being inebriated, all the powers he had installed into himself made sure of that. He ran a hand through his hair; he didn't even know if Phoebe was still pregnant; it had been months and her stomach was flat as ever. He had lost everything that he had worked so hard to try and keep. There was this thing pulling them closer together; they clearly needed each other. In that moment Phoebe ran up and kissed him hard on the mouth. He greedily wrapped his arms around his wife, and brought her close. A part of him feared for the reaction and possible rejection that was coming for him later. Before he could make himself really enjoy this he found himself pulling away. "Phoebe…"
"Cole," she murmured back, "I…I am not sure where that came from," she murmured softly.
"I do," he whispered hoarsely, "you still love me…and you know I still love you," he was breaking his promise to her; he was coming after her when she clearly wasn't ready. "Phoebe…we can try again…" She bit her lip, and looked back to where she could walk home and then looked towards Cole. The least she could do was talk with him about this.
Oh baby I need you now…
"Cole…I think…maybe it's time we talked," she sighed softly, and he nodded his head. Slowly they walked back towards the penthouse, not sure of what was waiting for them at the end of this night….
Ok y'all this was originally a one-shot idea I had thought up while I heard some people at karaoke sing this. But for the moment, I am leaving it open ended. I think there could be some plot made from this. What are your thoughts? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!