Sole Destination
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, don't sue me.
Summary: A short, all-action-less fanfic about our favourite couple. Set a couple of months after Cole found out he was invincible. This fanfic is based on what life would be for Phoebe and Cole, had he not gone nuts. Enjoy. . .
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Loving that people enjoy it.
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"Great. Just Great." She muttered. She felt Cole's movement on the other side of the elevator.
"Are you okay?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm excellent Cole." She said sarcastically.
"You know what I meant." He said in annoyance.
"Hey! You have no right to be annoyed!" Phoebe exclaimed loudly, recognising his tone of voice.
"Don't I?" He retorted. "Do you think I want to be stuck here with you?"
"For all I know you set this whole thing up!" Phoebe shouted out.
"I don't have time for this. I'm out of here." He said with a sigh, as he prepared to shimmer out.
"Cole, wait." Phoebe said. Cole raised his eyebrows, surprised that she had tried to stop him. Phoebe contemplated what she was going to say. "Grant saw you in the elevator. If they get the elevator working again, and you're not here. . .they'll know something weird is going on." She blurted out.
"Right." Cole muttered uncertainly. He leant against the wall and slid to the floor, his legs spread out in front of him. Minutes passed in silence, before all of a sudden the lights flickered back on. The elevator stayed stationary.
"Come on!" Phoebe exclaimed, hitting the wall with her palm. She started pacing wildly in front of the door.
"You should probably get comfortable, we might be here for a while." Cole stated, watching her intently. He pulled off his jacket, undid his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbow.
"What happened?" Phoebe asked suddenly, indicating to the small bruises he had on his knuckles.
"What? These?" He asked holding up his hand. "Turns out my invincibility doesn't cover bruises." Phoebe frowned. "Yeah, I know. It's a wound under the skin, it should he---" Cole started babbling.
"How did you get it?" Phoebe interrupted, rolling her eyes.
"Ran into a couple of criminals." Cole said simply. Phoebe raised her eyebrows. "Don't worry, I never used my powers. . .and I didn't kill anyone." Cole said sarcastically.
"Well I'm glad to hear it." Phoebe said, finally giving up and sitting down.
"Hmm, I'm sure you are." Cole mumbled out, loud enough for Phoebe to hear.
"What are you doing, Cole?" Phoebe asked suddenly.
"I'm sitting here waiting for this damned elevator to get going again, so I don't have to try and make conversation with you. . ." Cole said bitterly.
"See, there it is again. Two months ago, no matter how I treated you, you would never talk to me like that." Phoebe said, realising how selfish it sounded.
"Now you see, that in itself is a reason why I'm no longer like that. I'm moving on, Phoebe. Isn't that what you wanted?" Cole asked, glaring at her.
"I'm not sure." Phoebe stated, glancing at him. Cole opened his mouth.
"No you don't. . .don't go trying to lessen the guilt by throwing the blame on me." Cole said suddenly.
"Don't go making it out like it was all my fault! You were the one that lied constantly to me! You were the one that turned back to--"
"Stop it." Cole interrupted firmly.
"I loved you, Cole. Hell, I still love you. I'll probably always love you on some level. But that's irrelevant simple be--" Phoebe started.
"It's not irrelevant." Cole interrupted. "It's anything but irrelevant. Believe me, I've had a long time to think about it, and I know if we had stuck to what we felt, we could have made it." Phoebe started to say something, but Cole interrupted. "And as much as I hate to admit it, our relationship wasn't the best example of a good one. There was the uncertainty, and the constant fear on your part. We should have known something bad was going to happen. But if we had trusted it," He continued, "just trusted what we felt. That could have made all the difference." Cole stood up and put his jacket back on, and as if on queue the elevator began to descend again. "I've said what I wanted to say."
"You did this?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"I needed to talk to you. To clear things up." Cole stated. He stopped adjusting his jacket and gazed at her. "You can walk away from it. You can move on from it. You can even pretend it never existed. But don't, don't," he emphasized, "ever believe that it wasn't worth saving. Because it's right here in front of you, Phoebe. Right here. But I'm not going to wait forever." The doors slid open silently, and Cole walked out. He stopped and looked back at her, giving her an almost apologetic look, before shimmering into the night.
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Alright, the dreaded elevator scene that's been done in so many stories has been completed. Send in a review, let me know you're reading.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, don't sue me.
Summary: A short, all-action-less fanfic about our favourite couple. Set a couple of months after Cole found out he was invincible. This fanfic is based on what life would be for Phoebe and Cole, had he not gone nuts. Enjoy. . .
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Loving that people enjoy it.
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"Great. Just Great." She muttered. She felt Cole's movement on the other side of the elevator.
"Are you okay?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm excellent Cole." She said sarcastically.
"You know what I meant." He said in annoyance.
"Hey! You have no right to be annoyed!" Phoebe exclaimed loudly, recognising his tone of voice.
"Don't I?" He retorted. "Do you think I want to be stuck here with you?"
"For all I know you set this whole thing up!" Phoebe shouted out.
"I don't have time for this. I'm out of here." He said with a sigh, as he prepared to shimmer out.
"Cole, wait." Phoebe said. Cole raised his eyebrows, surprised that she had tried to stop him. Phoebe contemplated what she was going to say. "Grant saw you in the elevator. If they get the elevator working again, and you're not here. . .they'll know something weird is going on." She blurted out.
"Right." Cole muttered uncertainly. He leant against the wall and slid to the floor, his legs spread out in front of him. Minutes passed in silence, before all of a sudden the lights flickered back on. The elevator stayed stationary.
"Come on!" Phoebe exclaimed, hitting the wall with her palm. She started pacing wildly in front of the door.
"You should probably get comfortable, we might be here for a while." Cole stated, watching her intently. He pulled off his jacket, undid his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbow.
"What happened?" Phoebe asked suddenly, indicating to the small bruises he had on his knuckles.
"What? These?" He asked holding up his hand. "Turns out my invincibility doesn't cover bruises." Phoebe frowned. "Yeah, I know. It's a wound under the skin, it should he---" Cole started babbling.
"How did you get it?" Phoebe interrupted, rolling her eyes.
"Ran into a couple of criminals." Cole said simply. Phoebe raised her eyebrows. "Don't worry, I never used my powers. . .and I didn't kill anyone." Cole said sarcastically.
"Well I'm glad to hear it." Phoebe said, finally giving up and sitting down.
"Hmm, I'm sure you are." Cole mumbled out, loud enough for Phoebe to hear.
"What are you doing, Cole?" Phoebe asked suddenly.
"I'm sitting here waiting for this damned elevator to get going again, so I don't have to try and make conversation with you. . ." Cole said bitterly.
"See, there it is again. Two months ago, no matter how I treated you, you would never talk to me like that." Phoebe said, realising how selfish it sounded.
"Now you see, that in itself is a reason why I'm no longer like that. I'm moving on, Phoebe. Isn't that what you wanted?" Cole asked, glaring at her.
"I'm not sure." Phoebe stated, glancing at him. Cole opened his mouth.
"No you don't. . .don't go trying to lessen the guilt by throwing the blame on me." Cole said suddenly.
"Don't go making it out like it was all my fault! You were the one that lied constantly to me! You were the one that turned back to--"
"Stop it." Cole interrupted firmly.
"I loved you, Cole. Hell, I still love you. I'll probably always love you on some level. But that's irrelevant simple be--" Phoebe started.
"It's not irrelevant." Cole interrupted. "It's anything but irrelevant. Believe me, I've had a long time to think about it, and I know if we had stuck to what we felt, we could have made it." Phoebe started to say something, but Cole interrupted. "And as much as I hate to admit it, our relationship wasn't the best example of a good one. There was the uncertainty, and the constant fear on your part. We should have known something bad was going to happen. But if we had trusted it," He continued, "just trusted what we felt. That could have made all the difference." Cole stood up and put his jacket back on, and as if on queue the elevator began to descend again. "I've said what I wanted to say."
"You did this?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"I needed to talk to you. To clear things up." Cole stated. He stopped adjusting his jacket and gazed at her. "You can walk away from it. You can move on from it. You can even pretend it never existed. But don't, don't," he emphasized, "ever believe that it wasn't worth saving. Because it's right here in front of you, Phoebe. Right here. But I'm not going to wait forever." The doors slid open silently, and Cole walked out. He stopped and looked back at her, giving her an almost apologetic look, before shimmering into the night.
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Alright, the dreaded elevator scene that's been done in so many stories has been completed. Send in a review, let me know you're reading.