Putting it lightly, Phoebe was pissed. After Piper had calmed down that day, she had told Phoebe about Cole and how she convinced him to go 'up there,' basically to his death. It had been three days since the and Phoebe had lost all hope that Cole was alive. 'Oh, just another name to add to the ever growing list of Phoebe caused casualties...' she thought to herself. She knew Piper had been the one to cause Cole to go, but Phoebe couldn't shake the feeling that she had somehow caused this all in one form or another.

After sitting there, contemplating for a few more minutes, Phoebe put the pills and glass of water away in the bathroom medicine cabinet. She went and took the knife back to the kitchen. Just as she slid the knife back into the butcher's block, Phoebe noticed Prue in the conservatory with someone, talking very 'hushed hushed.' Phoebe had this weird paranoid feeling they were talking about her. She inched closer to hear, careful to stay out of eyeshot- if Prue saw her, she would talk around the issue and not straight about the facts.

"Well, it is a good thing that you caught him, right?" Prue asked softly. She didn't understand why Darryl was being so grim about such seemingly good news.

"Oh yeah, of course it is a good thing- a rapist is off the streets! But, this causes a whole new montage of problems, especially for Phoebe. He has been charged with 2 counts of aggravated assault, 2 counts of attempted kidnapping, 1 count of attempted murder, and of course 1 count of rape. They are throwing the book at him, but the whole case rests on Phoebe since she was the victim of every count, so she will be the key witness, which is never easy to deal with, even under normal circumstances." Darryl paused. "Speaking of dealing, how is Phoebe handling things?"

Prue sighed, "Not good at all. She is just so depressed and I honestly don't think I have it in me to help anymore. What, with Phoebe and Piper, I am run over with rejection because neither of them want me around. My moods change from one minute to the next; one minute I feel guilty for being the only sister who didn't have something really bad happen to and then the next I'm pissed because I can't help but think they are overreacting. I-I-" she paused, "I can't take much more of it. I can't take much more of them! Sometimes I can't help myself and start to think how much better it would be if-" she stopped herself and looked down at the ground. She realized she was babbling and that soon she may say something she didn't want said. "Sorry Darryl," she mumbled, "I didn't mean to lay that all on you."

"It's ok. I understand," he answered, but stopped and looked up. He had caught sight of Phoebe standing at the doorway. Prue followed Darryl's gaze and her eyes met Phoebe's tear stained ones. Her head dropped to her chest so that her chin was touching her chest.

"Phoebe, how long have you been standing there?" she asked.

"Long enough," Phoebe responded. Prue felt horribly guilty. She stood up and pleaded with her sister. She thought Phoebe was mad at her.

"Phoebe, I am so sorry! I-I didn't mean what I said-"

"Yes. You did."

"Oh Phoebe, I am so sorry!"

"Don't be. I'm glad I heard it. I know I've been selfish and I am ready to get better- to help you like you helped me. And help Piper. But, you have to be patient with me, Prue. It is so hard for me to look past all I've done and what I caused."

"Phoebe," Prue warned her. She hated when Phoebe pulled the self blame gig, but didn't want to get upset; not after this surprising offer of a truce.

Their conversation was interrupted by a male voice calling, "Phoebe! Phoebe! Prue! Piper!" from upstairs. Phoebe's heart nearly crashed through her chest. It was Cole's voice. She tried to run up the stairs but got lightheaded and dizzy because of her sudden movement; they hadn't did the spell to heal her yet because it would look suspicious if Phoebe testified in court without any injuries. Prue was there in a flash, half supporting her, half dragging her upstairs. As soon as Phoebe saw Cole standing in her room, she ran to him and kissed him with an intensity she never knew she possessed.

After allowing her sister a few minutes to kiss Cole, Prue jumped up and hugged him. Hard. So hard that he landed on the bed with Prue on top of him. Piper, hearing the commotion, walked into the room. She, needless to say, was a bit confused.

"OK, I know I can be blamed for a lot of this crap going on, but I am not being blamed for Prue stealing Phoebe's boyfriend!" she exclaimed. Prue laughed and rolled off Cole. She looked at Piper, expecting her to be laughing as well, but she wasn't. Instead, Piper walked over to Cole and hung her head. "I am so sorry, Cole. You don't know how sorry I am."

Cole held up his hand. "Hey, it was all for the good. 'They' are going to let me represent Leo in their court and fixed it so that I can nail the asshole that did this to Phoebe as the 'returned from hiatus, ADA without a record'! So, in a way, Piper, you helped the situation."

"Wait a minute. What do you mean about being the new ADA?" Piper asked, still not giving in.

"I don't know how exactly, but 'they' fixed things around so that I can return to work without question as the ADA. 'They' also arranged it so that I can be the prosecuting attorney against that bastard who started this thing!"

"What about Leo?" Phoebe asked. She knew Piper wanted to ask, but felt too guilty to do so.

"Well, I get to represent him as well. I personally don't think either case will be too hard," he concluded and stood behind Phoebe, wrapping his arms around her stomach, being careful to avoid her many remaining bruises and cuts. She leaned back onto his chest and let him support her weight (or lack there of. Phoebe had not been eating much since the incident. Food just didn't look good to her anymore.). Phoebe closed her eyes and tried to feel the beat of his heart on her back. He moved suddenly, catching her off guard. She stumbled back and thought she was going to fall, but Cole caught her just in time. "Sorry," he said and brushed his lips against hers. She nodded her forgiveness and he started to explain his sudden movement or excitement. "Oh, and I have a surprise for you, Piper. I almost forgot. I don't know how I could possibly forget but I did..." he rambled.

"What is it?" she asked, wanting to hear any good news that he had.

"Well, because of my superb council," he bragged, "I have convinced the Elders to allow Leo to come home to earth before, during, and hopefully after the trial. I gave the excuse that we had to prepare our case but-" Cole was cut off as Piper tackled him in a bear hug, crying hysterically tears of joy.

What is this? Jump on your sister's boyfriend day?" Phoebe joked, trying to ignore the shooting pain in her abdomen.

* * *

After things (and everyone) calmed down, Phoebe and Cole went to Phoebe's room. Cole had brought all of his law books and was putting them, along with some of his clothes and belongings, into Phoebe's closet, when Phoebe came and wrapped her arms around him. He turned to face her and noticed tears in her eyes. Cole kissed her eyes, wiping the tears away with his lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Phoebe sniffled.

"Are you lying?"

"Yes."

"Phoebe," Cole sighed, "Please tell me."

"No, you'll just get mad."

"How can I get mad at someone with that face?" he said and cradled her chin with his hand and caressed her lip with his thumb.

"Very funny," she smiled, but it soon faded. She took a deep breath. Phoebe was never very good at keeping things secret- they always seemed to get the best of her heart. She decided to just get it over with, so, in one big breath she said, "I, uh, had a premonition of the attack before it happened, but I, uh, obviously ignored it." She critically looked at his face to see the first signs of anger. 'Yeah, yeop. There they are,' she thought to herself as she watched his eyes darken.

"You just ignored it?!" Cole blew up. "Phoebe, how could you?!"

"I just sorta, well, did. I heard Bryn scream and the premonition didn't even come to mind." She was crying now. This had been a mistake. Everything was a mistake. All unfixable mistakes. Cole stared at her hard and turned to walk away. She grabbed onto his shoulder. "Cole, please. You said you wouldn't be mad!" he pleaded.

"How could I not be?" he screamed in return. "Phoebe, this-this-this whole situation could have been avoided for God's sake!" By then, the couple's screams had beckoned Piper and Prue. They stood tentatively at the doorway, listening and watching.

"Don't you think I know that, Cole?" Phoebe screamed with equal force. "Why do you think this whole thing is hard for me to deal with when I know it is my fault? Damnit Cole, why do you think I have been bringing pills and knives into my room at night? Why do you think I can't look Piper or Prue in the eyes?! Because I did it. I did it to you. I did it to Leo. I did it to them. I did it to myself. I am just as guilty as he is!" She sank to her knees in tears. Cole went over to her and put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to apologize, but she jerked away. "Get away from me," she said softly, but it had the same inpact as if she had screamed it. Cole backed away, unsure of what to do or say. He backed into Prue and Piper who were also standing there, flabbergasted and unsure of everything as well.

* * *

It was Piper's turn to station herself in front of Phoebe's door. Ever since she had let it slip that she had been contemplating suicide, Piper, Prue, and Cole took turns outside Phoebe's door, making sure she didn't do anything stupid. Even though Piper wanted to do it, she couldn't stand just sitting there in silence where her mind could run marathons. Mostly her thoughts were about Leo, but sometimes she couldn't help but think of Phoebe. She couldn't stop herself from trying to imagine what happened to Phoebe. She could picture it in her mind and frankly, Piper couldn't blame Phoebe for acting how she was. Actually, Piper admired her sister for her courage and for how she was handling herself; Piper knew she probably would have gave into the pills if she was in Phoebe's position.

Piper couldn't take just sitting there anymore. She stood up and opened the door slowly, surprised it wasn't locked as it had been for the past day. Phoebe was lying on her back on her bed, her eyes staring straight ahead to the ceiling.

"Phoebe?" Piper said, almost as a question.

"Leave me alone, Piper," Phoebe mumbled.

"I don't want to," she tried to joke, but it didn't seem as funny as it did in her head when she said it.

"Too bad."

"I really need to talk to you."

"What could you possibly want to talk about?" Phoebe spat back. She couldn't understand why everyone wouldn't just leave her alone. It hurt to talk. To think. To be.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe about some embarrassing time in Prue's life... Like the time we were all in high school and Prue was the head cheerleader in the homecoming game. Remember, she had to do that solo tumble routine and everyone could see that she wasn't wearing her spankies!?"

Phoebe let herself give a small laugh. "Yeah, and everyone called her 'Granny Prudence' the rest of her senior year because of her flowered underwear. That was the best year of school ever."

"Yeah..." Piper agreed. She racked her brain for some other topic to talk about. She had to get Phoebe to keep talking. It didn't matter what the topic was as long as Phoebe was kept talking. Piper was desperate. "So, uh, how about this weather?"

"I haven't been outside since I got home from the hospital."

"Oh..." Piper stopped. 'Oh, that really worked,' she thought sarcastically. She tried to think of something, anything else to keep Phoebe talking.

"Piper, you don't have to make conversation- I don't want to talk anyway."

"Yeah, but I do. I miss not having our talks. We don't have to talk about... it... but we can talk about anything else you want. I just want to hear your voice again."

"Here is my voice. Happy?" Phoebe replied harshly, but sighed when Piper got up to leave. "Piper. Come back. I'm sorry." Piper complied and sat on the edge of the bed, but not before trying to nonchalantly wipe away a tear. Phoebe saw, of course, and painfully sat up to be next to her sister.

"No, Phoebe, that's ok. I'm ok. You can lay back down if you want."

"Maybe I don't want to," Phoebe replied with a grin. Something inside Piper snapped and she dove upon Phoebe, engulfing her in a huge bear hug. After a few moments of giggling, they both turned onto their backs, side by side on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling, feeling content to be in each other's company.

Phoebe's mouth opened, but she closed it. Again, she opened it to say something, but again, thought better of it. Piper noticed her hesitation and cocked an eyebrow at her, silently asking her what she was trying to say. Phoebe didn't hesitate this time.

"I... I-I'm scared."

Piper nodded her head and held Phoebe as she cried. Piper even cried herself- finally, Phoebe was opening up.

* * *

"I'd like to call Phoebe Halliwell to the stand."

Phoebe squeezed her sister's hands and stood up with her chin up high. She cast an anxious side glance at the prosecuting attorney and he nodded encouragement to her. When she got to the stand and placed her hand on the Bible, she let her eyes wander tot he very spot she was deliberately avoiding- the defendant's table. Phoebe's mind went blank with fear. In the distance, she heard someone repeating, "Miss Halliwell..." over and over again, but she couldn't snap out of it. She had only heard his name as the trial began- Peter Brinks. What a seemingly harmless name. Ha, that's a laugh. They held each other's eyes captive; Phoebe couldn't look away from his sadistic stare. This was the man of her dreams... no, nightmares. Someone touched her arm and Phoebe jumped, blinking her eyes to clear her head. She found the bailiff staring at her, as was everyone else in the courtroom.

"Do you?" he persisted.

"Do I what?" came her shaky reply.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?" he said. Phoebe nodded her head and mumbled a yes. She sat down and stared at her hands. The prosecuting attorney stepped up to the stand to begin his questioning. He stared long at Phoebe to make sure she was ready. He noticed that she kept glancing over to the defendant, so he positioned his body in between Phoebe and the defendant to block her view and get her attention without startling her. He succeeded. Phoebe slowly looked up from her hands, expecting to see that awful face again, but found herself looking at Cole. She couldn't help but give a relieved smile. Cole returned it briefly, but preceded to get on with business.

He asked her question after painful question. At times, when Phoebe couldn't control herself, she pleaded with her eyes at her sisters to freeze the room, but knew they couldn't- the three of them had agreed that they couldn't risk freezing the room whenever Phoebe couldn't handle it for fear that they would rouse suspicion. However, Phoebe managed to hold herself together until Cole asked her to describe, in detail, the actual rape. He had said the tabooed word- rape. Phoebe's head spun and the next thing she knew, she was laying on the floor, staring up at the Judge, bailiff, Cole, Prue, and Piper. Her sisters helped her up and eyed her critically.

"Pheebs, are you OK?" Piper asked. She nodded her head and steadied herself on the back of the witness chair.

"I want to get this over with," she answered. Though Piper and Prue didn't want to, they walked back to their seats, as did the judge and bailiff. Cole regained his position in front of the witness stand and stared at her, waiting for a signal she was ready to continue; not that he wanted to, but he knew he had to. He also did not want the judge to know he and Phoebe were romantically involved- he probably would not let Cole be on the case if he knew. The Elders made sure that no one on the street that night saw Cole, so he was covered unless Phoebe let it slip that he was a witness like her sisters. They had already taken care of Bryn with a forgetting spell. Finally, Phoebe took a deep breath, looked into Cole's eyes, and nodded. He briefly nodded back.

"Ok, so Miss Halliwell, if you are now ready to continue, can you please take us step by step though the actual ra-" he stopped himself. "Incident, starting with when he-" Cole pretended to look at his notes but he already knew all too well where he wanted Phoebe to start. Even though Phoebe had not told him personally, he had memorized her entire statement that she gave Darryl at the hospital. He looked up from his yellow legal pad, dreading his next words. "When he tied your hands together and put the gag in your mouth."

Phoebe took a deep breath, willing herself not to look over at the defendant. She was relieved when Cole again placed himself in-between her and Brinks. She took yet another deep breath and began. Surprisingly, her voice only faltered once when she told the court about when he had ripped off her shirt. But, other than that, Phoebe did fantastic. As it was in the hospital room, Prue and Piper showed much more emotion than their sister who had every right to.

Finally, Cole decided Phoebe had told everything she needed to. "Thank you Miss Halliwell. The prosecution rests." He then turned to the defending lawyers and nodded his head smugly, as if to say, 'see if you can defend your way out of this!' and said, "Your witness." Instead of getting up to ask Phoebe questions, however, the attorney stood up and addressed the judge.

"Your honor, the defense rests."

Phoebe couldn't believe her ears. The defense had just given up. They had won. He would be punished. It took her everything she had not to run to Cole and embrace him as she walked back to her seat to join her sisters. They were as happy as she was. In fact, the whole side of the courtroom on the prosecuting side was alive with muffled cries of happiness. So much, in fact, that the judge had to call them all to order. Peter Brinks was eventually found guilty of all counts against him and sentenced to the maximum 65 years he could serve.

* * *

"I'd like to call Phoebe Halliwell to the stand."

Phoebe squeezed her sister's hands and stood up with her chin up high. She cast an anxious side glance at the defending attorney and he nodded encouragement to her. When she got to the stand and placed her hand on the Book of Shadows, she let her eyes wander to the very spot she was deliberately avoiding- the prosecutors' table. Phoebe's mind went blank with fear. In the distance, she heard someone repeating, "Miss Halliwell..." over and over again, but she couldn't snap out of it. The Elders were all sitting at that table, waiting for her to mess up so that they could send Leo away. Piper would never forgive her. She was so nervous. She couldn't do this- too much was riding on her... "Miss Halliwell!" Phoebe snapped back to reality.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Do you swear to tell the whole truth for the greater good of all the world?"

"I do." Phoebe sat down and the lead Elder approached the stand. Phoebe strained to see his face under the white hood, but couldn't. It was all very eery.

She sat down in her seat and turned to look at the judge, but was blinded by a bright light. The judge just so happened to be 'The Powers That Be' and she guessed, judging by the fact that she couldn't see them, that she was not supposed to view such a power (no pun intended). Phoebe tried to not let it get to her. She had to focus- Leo's fate depended on her.

"I would like you to state your name for the record, Charmed one," the Elder said in a booming and intimidating voice.

"Phoebe Halliwell," she replied, her voice shaking a bit.

"Are you the youngest Charmed one?" he asked. Phoebe wasn't so sure as to where he was going with this, but decided to answer whatever he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you have the power to levitate and have premonitions?" he continued to ask.

Phoebe shook her head, but remembered she had to verbally answer every question. "Yes."

The Elder whipped around and faced the light that was 'The Powers That Be'. "She has admitted that she was the one the prophecy spoke of! You have heard it from her own mouth. The prophecy is evidence enough that this whitelighter did wrong in interfering. The prosecution rests." Phoebe was stunned. What had happened?

Cole was just as confused as Phoebe. He stood up, his mouth open wide, thinking of something, anything to say in return. All that he could think of, however, was, "Objection your honor, err, uh, your powerfulness..."

"There are no objections in this court, demon," came a booming voice from the light. "It is not like mortal courts. The Elders have made their case and now it is time for you to attempt to make yours. No questions asked or objections."

Cole stood there, stunned. He hadn't thought the prophecy would be such a big deal; now it was ruining his case. Cole racked his brain. "Ok," he started, still gathering his thoughts. "The defense needs to be informed of exactly what this prophecy was in order to, uh, adequately defend Le- uh, the whitelighter in question."

Phoebe just sat there, turning her head as if she was watching a tennis match. Her stomach fluttered and twisted. She glanced over at Leo and felt even more horrible- he had his head in his hands, a posture of no hope. 'Great,' Phoebe thought sarcastically.

The same Elder who had made the prosecution's brief but powerful case stood up and addressed Cole. "Well, it is quite simple, really. The prophecy stated quite clearly that the youngest Charmed one would die at the hands of a mortal on the date of the incident. This would set into motion the transfer of her powers to her more reliable and mature sisters, thus guaranteeing the success of the Charmed ones against The Source. Instead of the weak Power of Three, it would be a strong Power of Two."

Phoebe almost choked. So, this was a moral attack on her? Cole was probably as mad as Phoebe, if not more. Unlike Phoebe who continued to sit on the stand without emotion, Cole voiced his rage.

"So, what you are telling me is that based on your opinion of Phoebe's free-spirited attitude, she deserves to die?! That is absurd! Who the hell do you think you are to-"

'The Powers That Be' cut him off. "Demon, the Elders did not make the prophecy. The prophecy has been known since time began- it was determined by fate. Do not take your aggressions out on them or else this case will be over before you even start."

"Yeah, well, he didn't have to make those comments," he mumbled under his breath and went back to looking at his notes for something, anything that could help. But his hope was diminishing rapidly. He was losing and he knew it. But then, and idea hit him, and it just might work. "Excuse my ignorance, but is there any way that fate can be tampered with or that fate and destinies can be changed? Especially in regards to the Charmed ones?"

"Yes, demon," replied the Elder. He had to admit he was curious as to where the demon was going with this idea with that cocky grin on his face. "If a premonition is had that in some way warns one of the incident, then it was meant for fate to be changed in that circumstance."

"So, let me get this straight," Cole said, standing up. His heart was pounding- he could almost taste victory, but it was still just out of his reach. "If, hypothetically speaking, Phoebe had had a premonition of the rape before it happened, it would had been perfectly fine for Leo to interfere, correct? It would have been his duty to do so, am I right?"

"Yes, I suppose so," the Elder said. 'Checkmate,' Cole thought and flashed a smile at Phoebe to let her know everything was ok.

"Well, then, If I may, I would like to present the defense's main argument; Phoebe did have a premonition before the incident, so, therefore," Cole's voice got louder and full of authority, "It was Leo's duty to save Phoebe!" He paused for dramatic effect, letting it sink in. "So, let it be my turn to say, The defense rests."

A muffled squeal came from the rows of seats behind the defense table. Piper was crying tears of happiness and could hardly control her excitement. Leo had even picked up his head to watch, and even had a glimmer of hope in his eye. The lead Elder was stunned.

"Uhh, er, objection!" he yelled.

"Like I said to the demon," started 'The Powers That Be', "there are no objections in cases such as these. From the evidence the defense has produced, it is obvious the whitelighter did nothing wrong. If you had not been excessively proud and arrogant, Elder, you could have presented more evidence to argue the defense's. But, you do not have the opportunity to do so. Therefore, the whitelighter is hereby reinstated with all of his powers. His charges will remain the Charmed ones. He will also be granted permission to heal the youngest Charmed one as a sign of our apologies for this mishap. This case is officially over. Blessed be." And, with that, the blinding light blinked to nothing, leaving everyone momentarily speechless.

Piper broke the silence by jumping off her seat and into Leo's arms, crying hysterically. Phoebe also came down from the witness chair and embraced Cole and Prue. The Elders stood there, still staring at the spot where 'The Powers That Be' were, as if they thought they had all been dreaming and 'The Powers That Be' would come back. They didn't.

* * *

The first thing Leo did when he got back to the manor was heal Phoebe. She laid down on the couch and looked up at him. He gave her a smile and went over, placing his hands above her whole body. As the light from his hands radiated, he moved them up and down, across her body, taking care to make sure each and every cut and bruise was healed. After he knew Phoebe was getting better, Cole said, "Hey Leo, watch your hands there, buddy." It was definitely the right time for a joke. It lightened the mood considerably.

"Yeah, Leo, I second that. No offense, Phoebe," Piper added with a smirk on her face. Phoebe also responded with a smirk, but went immediately back to concentrating on the good feeling washing over her. She hadn't felt so good, so peaceful since it happened. She was almost sad when Leo didn't have anything more to heal, but brushed that feeling aside.

"Thank you so much, Leo," she said and gave him a hug, knowing that it would never be enough to repay him for all he just did for her.

"Hey, no problem. I have to thank you too, Phoebe. Your magickal visions got me my job back."

"No, I didn't do anything," Phoebe smiled over at Cole. "He worked the magick."

"I say this calls for a party," Prue said. She glanced over at Piper who was still hanging on Leo. She hadn't let him out of her sight since the trial. "But how about we order pizza or something, because I don't think we will get you into the kitchen long enough to make us anything."

Piper smiled sarcastically back and gave Leo a big, long kiss, just to annoy Prue. Prue laughed at her and walked over to the phone. "What does everyone want on their pizza?" she asked, choosing to ignore PIper and Leo's now more excessive display of affection. They, of course, did not answer, but Phoebe sat up and tried to decide.

"Uh, maybe mushrooms, onions, and black olives," she said with a grin.

"Eww, no way," Piper said, unlocking her lips from Leo. "That's disgusting! Pick something normal."

"Hey, that is normal," Phoebe argued. "And anyways, this party is supposed to be about me, so I get to pick."

"Guys, we can get more than one pizza," Prue said. Phoebe and Piper shrugged, giving up the fight.

* * *

After they had all filled themselves with the pizza of their choice, Phoebe, Piper, Prue, Leo, and Cole all congregated in the living room to watch some TV. Phoebe, however, felt herself nodding off. Cole also noticed.

"Come on, honey, time for bed. I'll shimmer us up there," he said.

"Oh, what?" she said as she semi woke up. "Oh, ok. Goodnight everyone," she yawned, sending a wave in the general direction of her sisters and Leo. Prue and Piper got up to give her a hug and a quick kiss on the forehead each.

"Sweet dreams, baby," Prue said.

"Yeah, sweetheart, sleep tight," Piper added.

Phoebe lazily nodded and wrapped her arms around Cole. He shimmered out of the living room and into Phoebe's room. Cole laid her carefully on the bed. She immediately went into a deep sleep; the first deep sleep since it happened. Cole took a moment to watch her sleep- she looked so angelic. He decided to take off her jeans and top so that she could be more comfortable. Cole gingerly rested his nimble fingers in her stomach and took the snap in his hands. Slowly and gently, he unsnapped it so he would not wake her up. He repeated the process with the zipper.

In the haziness of her dreams, Phoebe felt her pants being unzipped and taken off. Her mind immediately jumped to the attack. Suddenly, she sat straight up and decked Cole across the jaw.

"NO! Get away from me! Stop! No! Please stop!" she wailed over and over, curling up into the fetal position and squeezing her eyes as tight as they could go.

Piper, Prue, and Leo burst into the room. The found Cole laying on the floor stunned and Phoebe curled into a tight ball on the bed, rocking back and forth.

"Phoebe! What's wrong?!" Prue screamed to be heard over Phoebe's moans. Phoebe wouldn't answer. Instead she started humming an unrecognizable song.

"Uh, I don't know," Cole said as he got up and rushed over to Phoebe's side. "I just started to undress her for bed and she freaked out."

"Phoebe?! Listen sweety. It's just us. Calm down," Prue said. "Look at me, Phoebe, look."

Phoebe slowly stopped humming and let her eyes slowly open. She was relieved to see Prue and Piper's faces looming over her. Behind them, she saw Cole and Leo, also both staring worriedly at her. Immediately, she realized what she had done and what had happened.

"Oh, I am so sorry Cole," she cried. When would the insanity stop?!

He wrapped her in his arms, trying to control her shivers. "It's ok, sweety. I understand. Sshhh. Don't cry. It's ok. I understand," he murmured into her hair. She couldn't believe her lack of self control. She knew then that even if Leo had healed her physical wounds, he could never heal her emotional ones. And, because of that, it would never be the same again.