Ok, so this is my new story. I wanted to put it up sooner but I was temporarily banned from fanfiction because I posted a songfic with lyrics from Evanescence, not myself, which I didn't know could get me banned since everyone else uses lyrics from other artists. Anyway, of course this will be a Pheobe/Cole story. I'm not sure if it has been done before but it's more an angst story at first. This takes place like after 7th season. Everything that happened in the show happened in the story. I don't know how Cole got in it. I didn't want to waste time explaining that since I have brought him back so many times in other stories. If you must know how he is back, choose one of the possibilities from my other fanfics. Enjoy!

Starting Over

Chapter 1-Lives Lost

"Why do I have to be the one to stay home? I'm pregnant, not damaged," Pheobe asked her older sister, putting her hand on her bulging belly.

"We just want what's best for our niece. Besides, right now, Wyatt and Chris seem to only be listening to their aunt Pheobe," Piper said.

"Ugh. Fine. If you need me, just orb," Pheobe said laying down on the couch, putting a bowl of chips on top of her stomach.

"We will," Paige said before she, Piper, and Leo orbed out.

An hour later

"Yes, Cole. I'm fine, bored but fine. The baby is okay. She's gonna be a soccer player, I swear," Pheobe told her husband through the phone as she rubbed the spot on her stomach that her daughter had just kicked. "I love you too. Bring some mint chocolate chip ice-cream home. I have a craving for it," Pheobe said before ending the phone call.

Pheobe put the phone on the table and noticed her three year old nephew standing in the door way.

"Hey, buddy. What are you doing up?" Pheobe asked as she got up from her spot on the couch, wiped the crumbs off her clothes, and picked up the child.

"Play," Wyatt told his aunt, pointing a finger at the toy box in the corner of the room that held all of his favorite things.

"No. It's nap time. Your mom will kill me if I mess up your schedule," Pheobe said as she thought about how differently she would parent her own child once she was born.

Once she knew both boys were in their beds asleep, she walked back to her spot on the couch and picked up the phone.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? The baby?" a panicked voice on the other end of the phone asked.

"Yes, sweetie, everyone is fine. I just had another craving. I need chocolate. There is nothing chocolate in this house and I will die if I don't have some soon," Pheobe told her husband.

"I have to drop off some papers at the courthouse and of course pick up your chocolate and I'll be on my way," Cole said, knowing that he should hurry up unless he wanted another hormonal fight to happen, which would involve crying and screaming, not something that he loved.

"Good. I love you...and thank you," Pheobe said, realizing how many times she had forced him to go to the store at 3 a.m. to satisfy her craving.

"I love you too," Cole told her before hanging up.

Pheobe stood up to walk to the kitchen when she felt a weird sensation go through her body. In a second, she realized what had happened.

"Bad baby," Pheobe said, looking down at the bulge. "Shimmer us home right now. Your cousins are alone."

When she looked up, she felt like she couldn't breathe, a panic attack overwhelming her. She was standing in an abandoned lot. Trash and the remains of an old building covered the ground.

"Oh my God," she finally said, tears clouding her vision.

She looked down at her baby sister, beaten and bloody, her chest not moving up and down in the steady motion that it was supposed to. After a second, the movement stopped all together. She was dead.

Pheobe made her way over to her brother-in-law. His arm was bent behind his body and his legs were contorted in a way not meant for humans. He, too, lay still, not moving . . . dead.

Pheobe was now a hysterical mess. She could barely see for the tears streaming down her face that she thought would never stop. She heard a slight whimper and for a moment, a glint of hope lit up her face.

"Piper?" she asked, as she looked for her older sister in the pile of ruins that was before her.

She finally saw a body and made her way over to it.

"It's me," Pheobe said as she put her sister's hand in hers, bending down on her knees as best she could.

She brushed her hand through Piper's hair, pulling strands free from the bloody forehead they clung to.

"You're going to be okay," Pheobe told her sister, although she didn't know how.

She had no one to call, no cell phone, nothing.

"Promise me," Piper's voice interrupted Pheobe's frantic thoughts.

"What?" Pheobe asked.

"Take care of them," Piper said taking a deep breath which made her wince with pain.

"No, Piper. Don't talk like that. You're going to be fine," Pheobe told her older sister, her tears falling freely.

"Tell them I love them, okay," Piper said. "I know you'll love them like I can. Promise me, Pheobe."

"I promise I'll take care of them," Pheobe said, acknowledging that she was about to lose her last sister.

That seemed to be enough for Piper, whose breathing became ragged for a moment before stopping. Her grasp on Pheobe's hand became limp and her arm fell by her side.

"I love you," Pheobe told her sister as she kissed her forehead.

So, please tell me what you think. I've never been good at action but I think I'm okay at drama. Please review.