A Life Rekindled

Pot Holes In The Road Of Life...

By: Alchemystik32

Cole:

Chris is on his way, and I need to make him understand that his cooperation is essential. I don't know how much the sisters have learned to trust him, yet, but I'll bet it's a lot more than they'll be trusting me for awhile.

Time is of the essence. While I can't rush them, I can't coddle them, either. Taking someone's defenses away is painful, painstaking work, and it can't be hurried, but I also can't afford to pat their hands for too long. I wasn't kidding, something else is out there. Waiting. And it's not friendly. It also requires the Power Of Three. Whole and healthy, reconnected and refreshed.

Chris is right. I'll need all the luck I can get.

Chris:

There he is, the great Belthazor. Oh yeah, I know the whole history. He's in the schoolbooks, for cryin' out loud! The demon of demons, yadda, yadda...Phoebe sure pick herself a winner, so to speak. He was feared and respected by good and evil alike.

Why?

Because he was unique. There had been humanized demons, and demonized humans, but he was the first true hybrid. He was the prototype.

Taming Cole Turner was akin to taming the Tiger. On the surface these magnificent creatures seemed docile and controllable, but underneath, the beast lived on, perhaps dormant, but always dangerous.

The Charmed Ones learned that lesson a tad too late.

They were at fault too. There were times when the good side really did try, only to be rebuffed. Do that too many times, and you can turn the most tame of beast against you. Permanently.

And now...he wants to help them. Why?

That's the important question. Why?

What's in it for him?

Looks like I'm about to find out.

Cole:

That went well. I think. He's a bit young, but sharp and not one to trifle with. He seems fond enough of them, but their behavior is exasperating him to no end right now. The real world is intruding a bit too much, and the sisters are indulging themselves. Unfortunately, their magical bond is suffering, and now is not the time for that to be happening.

However, he's agreed to help, to prepare them for my arrival.

Poor kid.

Chris:

There's a twist. Totally redeemable demon. I liked the guy, even though he seems to spout a bit too much rhetoric about peace, love and togetherness. Reminds me of the love-in crap I read about in the 60s.

Seriously, he's made a few important points. The ladies need to get their acts together, pronto. Issues need to be aired, and it's not going to be pretty. There's going to be tears, tantrums, slammed doors and blown up appliances. I'm well aware of that, but I know as well as he does that something big is looming on the horizon, and it's going to need the Charmed Ones in peak condtion..

Mentally, Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually...

Magically.

Right now, they don't believe in themselves, let alone each other. They don't believe in miracles, they don't hear, see, or comprehend anyting outside their mundane existences. I've tried to get through to them, but they pat me on the head, say I'm cute, and send me on my way.

It's enough to make me tell them what I'm really here for.

It's time to go. I'm to take Cole to the manor, and then go in and prepare the way.

Wish me luck...

I just hope I can find all my pieces after Piper blows me up.

Cole:

Strange to be back here at the old Halliwell house. Strange to be anywhere again.

Why did I never appreciate the warmth of the sun, the smell of freshly mowed grass, the sound of children at play?

Was I so insulated? So unaware? Is this what the sisters are facing, this lack of ability to see clearly? To not just hear but to listen?

To not just listen, but to understand? It's enough to make one feel very insignificant. What a change from my arrogant, omnipotent and lofty perch. How very blind I was and how grateful I am for this Rekindling.

I can hear raised voices, feel the wave of hostility and anger exuding from the very pores of the house. These women are so far off base that it scares me. Can I really make a difference?

Or is it too late?

Perhaps this is their destiny. To self-destruct, lose their powers, have that normal life they so yearn for.

No.

If that were true, this unique opportunity wouldn't have occured. I have a mission because they have a purpose.

I just have to stop the shouting long enough to convince them.

Ah, here comes Chris.

Chris: " I've been blown up three times, and for your information, it hurts like hell. "

Cole: " I'm sorry to hear that. What's the atmosphere like in there right now? "

Chris: " Let's see. Paige is speed-reading the Book of Shadows, Phoebe is getting every potion ingredient she can find, and Piper is using words that'll make a sailor blush. "

Cole: " Hm. How do you think they're going to react when I tell them nothing is going to work and I'm not leaving? "

Chris: " You want me to go back in there and tell them that? "

Cole: " Please. "

Chris: " Who did I piss off today? "

Cole: " Just tell them. "

Chris: " You are SO going to owe me, dude. "

Ah well; It'll do him good, perhaps improve on his reflexes. You've got to be fast around those witches.

For now, I will enjoy the rustle of the wind through the trees, and the feel of the sunlight on my face. I may not have been granted life, but they were kind enough to grant me the use of all of my senses.

Wait with me while I indulge myself. Soon, we'll begin a journey unlike any other.

Just remember to keep Believing.