Cole's POV
Cole didn't mind the fact that they had barged into his house. Or even the fact that they had tried to kill him, no. What annoyed him was the fact that after the sobbing and clinging to Prue, he could take Jake and sneak him away, Cole figured Phoebe was busy with Prue. Phoebe wasn't stupid, Cole had seen the gears in her mind working. It terrified him. "Alright Jake, it looks like this could be awhile before they-"
He didn't make it ten feet before she stopped him. "Cole, we need to talk. Now. Alone." In the past, these words would have been music to his ears. Now it sounded like death and accusation. Cole stepped around to the other living room and gestured to the seat next to him. Phoebe didn't flinch, "Who is he? Or, better yet- whose is he?" Cole didn't look up but replied without hesitation, without fear for what would happen next, "His name is Jake. He is almost six, and as for that last question... I think you already know."
He heard her suck in a breath, "So it's true," she said quietly "Jake is my son." Cole looked straight at her then, "No Phoebe. Jake is my son, you don't get to know him, you killed him." Phoebe flew out of her chair, "No! I killed the source, not my child. I vanquished all evil, so I don't even know how it's possible that he is here." Cole laughed, "You mean you haven't figured it out? Phoebe, you vanquished evil. You weren't evil that night. You where still good, still a Charmed One. You vanquished the evil demonic side, not the witch side."
Emotions flew over Phoebe's face, "He was alive?" Phoebe breathed, "He was alive, and I didn't know." Cole looked down. "We should get back, your sisters will worry." He didn't wait for a reply, walking steadily out of the room and into the room were his son sat glaring. "Cole, I need to show you something." Jake said evenly, calmly, but Cole saw a growing storm in his eyes. Everyone stopped talking as Jake silently padded over to where Cole was standing. Cole nodded and Jake, requiring no further encouragement grabbed his hand as the world shimmered and dissolved.
They where standing in the underworld. Phoebe was in a cage, along with Piper and Paige. "What do we do? What do we do? "Piper asked as she pushed on the bars and looked around. The scene changed, Cole saw Phoebe sitting at her table and he felt Jake's heart break when he heard, "That wasn't my son. It wasn't me, or Cole. It was the Source, it was evil." The scene changed one last time, and this conversation Cole knew very well. "I'm a monster!" Past Jake cried and Past Cole shook his head. "No, son you are not. You're to good a person to be evil." Jake sniffled, "I just don't see how I can be good, when I feel so... bad." Cole had laughed, "Jacob, you are the kindest, warmest kid I know. How in the he- heck you ended up so pure, so good will confuse and bewilder me until the end of time."
The world stopped moving and Cole opened his eyes. Jake stood across the room, his eyes dark and angry. "My mom. You said she was good. You said she was kind, and warm, and loving. You said that I have her eyes and her wits. Her ability to sense danger, and create a quick escape plan. You never said that my mom killed me." Cole took a small step forward, but Jake raised his hands, "I think that I just need some time alone. To process this..." Jake turned to leave but paused briefly. With his back turned to the room he said, "Whoever did this has a sick sense of humor." With that he disappeared upstairs, taking a piece of Cole's heart with him.
