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"We're going to be so late!" Piper maneuvered herself over the sofa, a tearful Paige draped in Cole's arms as he shielded her from harm; electricity felting at the tips of his fingers as he vanquished a queller demon, luring close behind them. "Leo!" she called between halting a demons from hurdling over her, her fingers flickering as she combusted him before her eyes. "Prue, do something," was all she could manage, her eyes springing wildly towards her little sibling Paige, still held tightly Cole's arms.

"Cole!" Prudence called between slinging three demons across the hall, one crushing the grandfather clock, while the other whipped around to find their balance.

In that moment, their eyes met, and Cole nodded, looking to little Paige as she buried her head deep in his shoulder. "Hey, no, no it's alright," he cooed softly, his fingers still sizzling as he hurled another round at an oncoming demon. "Look at me, baby, come on," Cole coaxed, scanning the room carefully as he seethed his teeth in a rage. "It's no one but you and me, little one, ok? Just you and me," he promised, hoping to find her eyes, but she remained clamped into his shoulder, wet tears pouring into his sleeve.

"Damnit, that was an antique!" was the squalling voice of Piper Halliwell, reeling around as she burst a demon into flames.

"Prue!" at the sound of Prue hitting the ground, Paige rose her head, eyes springing with tears as she squirmed from Cole's arms.

"Leo!" Piper called, fighting the last of the demons, her eyes widening as her little sister went flashing through the crowded halls. Running towards her eldest sister with an utmost terror written in her eyes, "Momma."

"What the hell good is your Whitelighter?" he questioned, Prue's side seeping with blood as she beveled on the ground. He applies pressure to her wound, ordering Piper to search for gauze or anything that might help as he went, leaning forward, her blood draped on his hands. "Come on, Prue, stay with us," he murmured. "Stay with us."