I hated that she lost Cole... He was perfect for her... So I'm going to write a story about what SHOULD have happened. Because one thing Piper never really seemed to understand is that the world NEEDS evil just as much as it need Good. So there will be no utopia, but the world is how it should be.

Pheobe opened the bathroom door after throwing up the tonic. She walked out tears streaming down her face. Her brown eyes flicked to her sisters and the angel. Then they flicked back to her demonic lover… The one man she loved more than the world. Her baby shifted inside her and she felt it kick. She blinked away soundless tears as her eyes rested on the crystal.

"I'm sorry…." so sorry. she closed her eyes as she picked up the white crystal. Her eye caught his blue ones and she mouthed her apology one last time as she walked forward and kissed him. It told him all she needed to say… She hated him… Hated him for making her chose, hated herself for killing their last chance of a happy family with her sisters…

But she was furious at them… for not trusting her. For coming to her house and trying to fix her problems. For attacking her husband then having the audacity to think she would help them when he only was trying to defend himself. She kissed him with hatred, love, and fury, leaving him gasping for breath as she pulled back.

"I'll always love you." he said his eyes saddened that her decision would bring her pain. She turned, the crystal now on fire and threw it at her sisters causing them to panic and duck as it shattered. She grabbed her husband and flamed quickly. Taking them far, far away from San Francisco.

She crumbled into his arms. His arms clung to her as he fell to his knees cradling her against himself. "Pheobe… Pheobe, my baby, I'm so sorry." he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her hair.

She looked up capturing his lips again. "I can't lose you Cole… You or the baby….I need you both…I….They…If they can't accept a demon husband…. How can they accept a demon child? What…What if they k- Vanquish….NO…Kill my Baby? I cant let them."

She kissed him desperately. Needing to know she hadn't lost him yet. Her hands burrowed in his soft short hair her lips nipping and flicking against his own, pleading, begging, longing. He kissed her back, his queen, his love. He opened his mouth to her questing tongue. Their tongues tangled and battled sliding against each other deliciously. He turned the kiss dominating her senses and not caring that they were now wanted by evil and good. He had her, he didn't need anything else.

But apparently she did, or at least the baby did. Her hands lit on fire startling them both. "What the hell!" He yelped patting his chest and extinguishing the flames crawling up his shirt.

She giggled tiredly. "Or son of hell….He's hungry."

Cole rubbed his face just as exhaustedly. "What's he eat?"

"Pure evil" she had a smile like she had a hidden joke.

"Where are we getting that?" he groaned as her eyes flicked down to his pants then back up suggestively.

"Well…. You are the source of all evil… I'm Sure we could come… up with something…." She winked seductively as she pulled him closer again. This time it was He who flamed them both somewhere else… Some where with a bed.