Cole noticed that she was gone pretty fast. He wasted no time getting
his coat and hers. He noticed that it was raining and prepared to shimmer
her back to the manor with coffee ready. After he started it, he left to
look for her.
It wasn't that long before he found her. At first he thought that he should let her be because she was talking to someone. Then he remembered that she didn't have a coat and it was 3 in the morning. Who was out at 3 in the morning, anyway? Demons? Warlocks? Freaks?
"Phoebe, what are you doing out here?", he called out. He saw her look at him and she looked shocked.
"Cole. Hi." She didn't know what to say. "I just needed to get out. Get away from the house, you know. You do it all the time so what does it matter if I do it?"
"It's fine if you want to get out of the house. But next time grab a coat. And tell someone. You could have been hurt. You might have gotten sick. Phoebe, I love you. I can't let anything happen to you."
Then why did I have that preminition?, she asked herself. "Cole, this is Jake Trombley. I met him when I was in New York. Jake, this is my boyfriend."
"HI, it's nice to meet you." Jake held out his hand to Cole but Cole ignored it. "Nice grip you've got there. Phoebe and I were neighbors in New York. And pretty good friends. I always wondered what happened to her."
"That's great. Here, Phoebe." He threw the coat at her. "We have to get back home. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure, if it's not any trouble. I'm still on New York time so I can't sleep."
Cole wrapped his arms around Phoebe. Phoebe responded by pulling away. She whispered into his ear, "It wasn't nightmare. It was a preminition!"
~*~*~*~
Phoebe showed Jake the way into the house. Cole closly behind the two. Phoebe took the coats and hung them up, offering everybody a seat and a cup of coffee. The two graciously accepted and Phoebe left them alone, although her stomach didn't agree with the desicion. She felt the nerves kicking in everywhere else, also.
"So, Jake. What do you do for a living? I mean, did you move here because you needed to or did you want to?" Cole could tell he was making Pheeb's friend uncomfortable. It brought him pleasure.
"I moved here because I had to. I'm an FBI agent and they move me around almost every year. I like my job, a lot. I would die fighting for what's right. How about you?"
"Yeah, I would die for what's right. So would Phoebe. She taught me that I should always do what's right."
"Ooooook? I meant what do you do for a job."
Cole smiled, amused that he hadn't seen through his smart-mouth. "I know. I was trying to make you confused. Being a smart mouth. Actually, I don't have a job. I just got done being an A.D.A, though. It seems Phoebe has an interest in the law."
"Yeah, she does!"
"She does what?', Phoebe asked coming into the room with three cups of coffee. "Asuming that you were talking about me!" She smiled despite the feeling of fear that followed her around.
"Yes, we were. We were talking about jobs and it turns out that we both work in law. Cole said that you must have an interest in it. Maybe you should go to colloge for it?"
Phoebe made a face that clearly showed she would rather die then work in an office with criminals. "I don't think so. Besides, I just graduated from it! Why would I go back? I am going to go do something else that lets me forget about that part of my life."
Jake was ten times more confused now, but let the statement be in the past. He was use to being confused around her. It was like this when they lived in New York. "Thanks for the coffee. It's really good."
"Thanks. You're welcome. Strike that, vic versa. You're welcome and Thank You. Soooo..... Cole and I have been dating for about,..... I don't know. A year-?"
"12 and a half months. Next Monday.", Cole interupted.
"Right, ok. So have you got anyone in your life?"
"No. Not since you ,Pheebs. It sound stupid, but I always thought we would meet up again and get back together."
"Oh, that's so sweet. But I'm involved. And that's three years! That's a while. Wait, are you counting how long we've been going out since our first date, when we met, or when you escaped. Or when I, um, helped you out of the mess and you came home.", she changed her attention to the early statement.
"Since the day I realized I loved you. The apple peal."
"Oh. That's when you started loving me?"
"Yeah."
"I had no idea. What time is it?"
Cole looked around. The clock was still in the shop being fixed since the last demon attack. He looked down at his wrist to see if he was wearing a watch; he was. "About...... 3:40..... Jake, it was great meeting you. Maybe sometime you could come over and we could have a longer meeting, but now Phoebe and I need to talk. He showed Jake to the door. "Phoebe?" She didn't look at him. "Phoebe, please look at me. You know that could never happen, right? You've power stripped me and I can't be Belthazor. Hunny.... Look at me."
Phoebe continued staring at the wall. "I know what I did. But the source could of casted a spell on you or you could of been possesed.... There is a millon possibilities that could make it come true. I just am worried. You would never do anything to hurt me, but Belthazor would. He still hates witches no matter how much you change.: She looked at him the first time since the dream. "But I could be wrong. It could of been just a regular old dream. It's just better safe then sorry."
"Phoebe, what are you saying?", Cole asked. Her words were begining to scare him and he began wondering if he should just ignore them because she was scared.
"I'm just saying that it's hard."
The response registered in Cole's mind and he realized that it was the same answer that he gave her when he had WANTED to have his powers stripped (The Demon Who Came In From The Cold....) and she asked what he was saying. "And it doesn't have to be. Not with magic on our side. And I've been thinking, isn't there some sort of spell in the Book Of Shadows that could strip my powers."
Phoebe, who looked slightly more then confused, just stared at him. "What?"
"That's the last conversation that began that way. What are you saying? I'm just saying that it's hard. Remember? I was just finishing it.... So you were saying."
"I'm just saying that it IS hard and that maybe we should talk to my sisters about all of this. Maybe they can help me somehow and.... I don't know. You know, now would be a really good time for you to have your powers. Maybe some demon is just haunting my dreams.... You know any demons like that?"
"The Dream Sourcer...."
"Vanquished him. Any others?"
"Any demon could use your dreams as a way to get to you. They are the easiest way to see someone or manipulate thoughts. It's kinda like what the Source was doing to Piper."
"So why didn't you ever come to me in my dreams? With you gone.... I was just in so much pain and I needed to see you." She couldn't believe she was saying this.
"Maybe that is what your dreams are about. Maybe they aren't from an evil do-er. Maybe someone on the good side is trying to get you to talk about your feelings before you do something horrible. Like kill yourself. It's possible. Alot of witches can't handle their stress so they do that and someone doesn't want it to happen to you. I know I don't... Prue wants you to say whatever is keeping you in that bad place where you are hurt." Cole tried to not tear up when he was saying this. He didn't want Phoebe to get hurt.
"I'm not not-saying something. I tell you everything that goes on in my head. I guess I just need to...."
"Cry? Maybe something happened and you can't cry about it. Maybe it's just that you want to deal with me have been a demon. Face the facts. What is making you so scared? We already know that it has something to do with me. Maybe me being a demon....."
"There is something...."
TBC- yeah I know, it's cruel to leave you like that!
It wasn't that long before he found her. At first he thought that he should let her be because she was talking to someone. Then he remembered that she didn't have a coat and it was 3 in the morning. Who was out at 3 in the morning, anyway? Demons? Warlocks? Freaks?
"Phoebe, what are you doing out here?", he called out. He saw her look at him and she looked shocked.
"Cole. Hi." She didn't know what to say. "I just needed to get out. Get away from the house, you know. You do it all the time so what does it matter if I do it?"
"It's fine if you want to get out of the house. But next time grab a coat. And tell someone. You could have been hurt. You might have gotten sick. Phoebe, I love you. I can't let anything happen to you."
Then why did I have that preminition?, she asked herself. "Cole, this is Jake Trombley. I met him when I was in New York. Jake, this is my boyfriend."
"HI, it's nice to meet you." Jake held out his hand to Cole but Cole ignored it. "Nice grip you've got there. Phoebe and I were neighbors in New York. And pretty good friends. I always wondered what happened to her."
"That's great. Here, Phoebe." He threw the coat at her. "We have to get back home. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure, if it's not any trouble. I'm still on New York time so I can't sleep."
Cole wrapped his arms around Phoebe. Phoebe responded by pulling away. She whispered into his ear, "It wasn't nightmare. It was a preminition!"
~*~*~*~
Phoebe showed Jake the way into the house. Cole closly behind the two. Phoebe took the coats and hung them up, offering everybody a seat and a cup of coffee. The two graciously accepted and Phoebe left them alone, although her stomach didn't agree with the desicion. She felt the nerves kicking in everywhere else, also.
"So, Jake. What do you do for a living? I mean, did you move here because you needed to or did you want to?" Cole could tell he was making Pheeb's friend uncomfortable. It brought him pleasure.
"I moved here because I had to. I'm an FBI agent and they move me around almost every year. I like my job, a lot. I would die fighting for what's right. How about you?"
"Yeah, I would die for what's right. So would Phoebe. She taught me that I should always do what's right."
"Ooooook? I meant what do you do for a job."
Cole smiled, amused that he hadn't seen through his smart-mouth. "I know. I was trying to make you confused. Being a smart mouth. Actually, I don't have a job. I just got done being an A.D.A, though. It seems Phoebe has an interest in the law."
"Yeah, she does!"
"She does what?', Phoebe asked coming into the room with three cups of coffee. "Asuming that you were talking about me!" She smiled despite the feeling of fear that followed her around.
"Yes, we were. We were talking about jobs and it turns out that we both work in law. Cole said that you must have an interest in it. Maybe you should go to colloge for it?"
Phoebe made a face that clearly showed she would rather die then work in an office with criminals. "I don't think so. Besides, I just graduated from it! Why would I go back? I am going to go do something else that lets me forget about that part of my life."
Jake was ten times more confused now, but let the statement be in the past. He was use to being confused around her. It was like this when they lived in New York. "Thanks for the coffee. It's really good."
"Thanks. You're welcome. Strike that, vic versa. You're welcome and Thank You. Soooo..... Cole and I have been dating for about,..... I don't know. A year-?"
"12 and a half months. Next Monday.", Cole interupted.
"Right, ok. So have you got anyone in your life?"
"No. Not since you ,Pheebs. It sound stupid, but I always thought we would meet up again and get back together."
"Oh, that's so sweet. But I'm involved. And that's three years! That's a while. Wait, are you counting how long we've been going out since our first date, when we met, or when you escaped. Or when I, um, helped you out of the mess and you came home.", she changed her attention to the early statement.
"Since the day I realized I loved you. The apple peal."
"Oh. That's when you started loving me?"
"Yeah."
"I had no idea. What time is it?"
Cole looked around. The clock was still in the shop being fixed since the last demon attack. He looked down at his wrist to see if he was wearing a watch; he was. "About...... 3:40..... Jake, it was great meeting you. Maybe sometime you could come over and we could have a longer meeting, but now Phoebe and I need to talk. He showed Jake to the door. "Phoebe?" She didn't look at him. "Phoebe, please look at me. You know that could never happen, right? You've power stripped me and I can't be Belthazor. Hunny.... Look at me."
Phoebe continued staring at the wall. "I know what I did. But the source could of casted a spell on you or you could of been possesed.... There is a millon possibilities that could make it come true. I just am worried. You would never do anything to hurt me, but Belthazor would. He still hates witches no matter how much you change.: She looked at him the first time since the dream. "But I could be wrong. It could of been just a regular old dream. It's just better safe then sorry."
"Phoebe, what are you saying?", Cole asked. Her words were begining to scare him and he began wondering if he should just ignore them because she was scared.
"I'm just saying that it's hard."
The response registered in Cole's mind and he realized that it was the same answer that he gave her when he had WANTED to have his powers stripped (The Demon Who Came In From The Cold....) and she asked what he was saying. "And it doesn't have to be. Not with magic on our side. And I've been thinking, isn't there some sort of spell in the Book Of Shadows that could strip my powers."
Phoebe, who looked slightly more then confused, just stared at him. "What?"
"That's the last conversation that began that way. What are you saying? I'm just saying that it's hard. Remember? I was just finishing it.... So you were saying."
"I'm just saying that it IS hard and that maybe we should talk to my sisters about all of this. Maybe they can help me somehow and.... I don't know. You know, now would be a really good time for you to have your powers. Maybe some demon is just haunting my dreams.... You know any demons like that?"
"The Dream Sourcer...."
"Vanquished him. Any others?"
"Any demon could use your dreams as a way to get to you. They are the easiest way to see someone or manipulate thoughts. It's kinda like what the Source was doing to Piper."
"So why didn't you ever come to me in my dreams? With you gone.... I was just in so much pain and I needed to see you." She couldn't believe she was saying this.
"Maybe that is what your dreams are about. Maybe they aren't from an evil do-er. Maybe someone on the good side is trying to get you to talk about your feelings before you do something horrible. Like kill yourself. It's possible. Alot of witches can't handle their stress so they do that and someone doesn't want it to happen to you. I know I don't... Prue wants you to say whatever is keeping you in that bad place where you are hurt." Cole tried to not tear up when he was saying this. He didn't want Phoebe to get hurt.
"I'm not not-saying something. I tell you everything that goes on in my head. I guess I just need to...."
"Cry? Maybe something happened and you can't cry about it. Maybe it's just that you want to deal with me have been a demon. Face the facts. What is making you so scared? We already know that it has something to do with me. Maybe me being a demon....."
"There is something...."
TBC- yeah I know, it's cruel to leave you like that!
