~Part Nine~
"LEO!" yelled Piper. "LEO get your ASS down here! I'm sick of you not being here!"
"Alright, alright!" Leo appeared in a blue and white orb.
"Finally." Piper walked over to Leo and kissed him. She broke of the kiss a few minutes later. "Where were you?"
"I'm not allowed to tell. But trust me, this was for the good of innocents. A demon has been turned too good. Cole is a Mortal-Witch. Read about it in the book of shadows. It will help people everywhere." He heard a ring. "They want me back at the island in an hour."
"We have just enough time then." They started to kiss again, and this time decided to go a little bit farther.
~
Phoebe got up and followed her nose into the kitchen. Cole stood there mixing a pot of spaghetti and another one of tomato sauce.
"Need some help?" asked Phoebe.
"Phoebe! Didn't hear you get up. I was serious about dinner. I want you to go back to bed. I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."
"Can't be a long time. Why do I have to go back to bed?"
"Because I haven't set the table." Cole's face looked so insistent that Phoebe just laughed and said, "Ok."
She went back to her room, shut the door, and turned on the mini-TV that had been a present from the council when she was sick. Usually nothing like this was allowed, but when Phoebe was sick, they didn't see any other form of entertainment. She fell asleep watching an episode of Buffy, and wondering what would happen if people like that really existed. About thirty minutes later, Cole walked into Phoebe's room. He quietly shook her awake. She looked up at him. She looks so vulnerable thought Cole. He shook the thought away. That was the old Cole. The new Cole loves Phoebe even more then anything. He gave up his demonic side for this. He gave up everything. And it was exactly what he wanted. He took her hand and they walked into the kitchen. The rough wooden table had been set for two. Each place was set with a navy blue placemat and a white napkin. There were a candleholder in the middle of the table, which held a long white candle. There were a plate at her place and his, and both had all the necessary silverware. There were a bowl of spaghetti and another one with tomato sauce. There was a small shaker of cheese. There were two wineglasses and a bottle of champagne was sitting in the middle of the table.
"My lady." Said Cole. He pulled out Phoebe's chair for her. She giggle appreciatively.
"What's the champagne for?" she asked.
"Well, it's for celebration." Cole said.
"I don't get it. Celebrate what?" Phoebe questioned.
"This." Cole got down on one knee. "Phoebe Halliwell, you're my savior in every way. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?"
"LEO!" yelled Piper. "LEO get your ASS down here! I'm sick of you not being here!"
"Alright, alright!" Leo appeared in a blue and white orb.
"Finally." Piper walked over to Leo and kissed him. She broke of the kiss a few minutes later. "Where were you?"
"I'm not allowed to tell. But trust me, this was for the good of innocents. A demon has been turned too good. Cole is a Mortal-Witch. Read about it in the book of shadows. It will help people everywhere." He heard a ring. "They want me back at the island in an hour."
"We have just enough time then." They started to kiss again, and this time decided to go a little bit farther.
~
Phoebe got up and followed her nose into the kitchen. Cole stood there mixing a pot of spaghetti and another one of tomato sauce.
"Need some help?" asked Phoebe.
"Phoebe! Didn't hear you get up. I was serious about dinner. I want you to go back to bed. I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."
"Can't be a long time. Why do I have to go back to bed?"
"Because I haven't set the table." Cole's face looked so insistent that Phoebe just laughed and said, "Ok."
She went back to her room, shut the door, and turned on the mini-TV that had been a present from the council when she was sick. Usually nothing like this was allowed, but when Phoebe was sick, they didn't see any other form of entertainment. She fell asleep watching an episode of Buffy, and wondering what would happen if people like that really existed. About thirty minutes later, Cole walked into Phoebe's room. He quietly shook her awake. She looked up at him. She looks so vulnerable thought Cole. He shook the thought away. That was the old Cole. The new Cole loves Phoebe even more then anything. He gave up his demonic side for this. He gave up everything. And it was exactly what he wanted. He took her hand and they walked into the kitchen. The rough wooden table had been set for two. Each place was set with a navy blue placemat and a white napkin. There were a candleholder in the middle of the table, which held a long white candle. There were a plate at her place and his, and both had all the necessary silverware. There were a bowl of spaghetti and another one with tomato sauce. There was a small shaker of cheese. There were two wineglasses and a bottle of champagne was sitting in the middle of the table.
"My lady." Said Cole. He pulled out Phoebe's chair for her. She giggle appreciatively.
"What's the champagne for?" she asked.
"Well, it's for celebration." Cole said.
"I don't get it. Celebrate what?" Phoebe questioned.
"This." Cole got down on one knee. "Phoebe Halliwell, you're my savior in every way. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?"