Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, don't sue me.
A/N: This really has nothing to do with the previous chapter, except that it is also a fic based after the vanquish of Cole. I thought it was too short to make a whole new story, so just think of it as a new instalment. It's basically just a whole load of scenes from the show put together.
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Phoebe hesitated before speaking. "I'm gonna ask you a question, and all I want is a straight answer, ok? Can you do that?" She looked up at him.
"Ok." Cole replied, slightly suspicious
of the sudden seriousness.
"Is there something that you're not telling me, about you? Something that I don't know?" She held her breath, waiting for a reply. He didn't say anything, for what seemed like a lifetime.
"No." He finally said. She looked into his eyes. And she believed him.
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Phoebe unconsciously rolled over in bed. She was frowning in her sleep. Lies. Simple lies. Lies that if had been prevented could have changed everything. She rolled over again, a new dream replacing the old.
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With a wave of Cole's hand, Phoebe instantly switched placed with the witch hunter who was previously standing pointing a gun towards her. The bullet hit him squarely in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground. It took a while for Phoebe to see Cole.
"Cole." She said simply. She took a step backwards, shocked.
"I couldn't very well let you die now, could I?" Cole asked with an amused look as he moved closer.
"I don't understand. How—How are you…" She paused.
"Here?" He finished. "Let's just say I picked up a—a few powers lately, quite a few, actually." He smiled vaguely. He looked deeply into her eyes, as if searching for something. Finally he turned around and headed back into the darkness. He stopped and turned around.
"I'm not giving up on us Phoebe." He said softly. "Ever. . ."
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And he didn't. Not until it had all been over. And even then he hadn't. After everything, he had still tried to find a way for them. Even after she had told him it was over, more than once. Her comforter loosened around her, and she rolled over once again. As she drifted into a new dream, her features grew less strained. Serene, almost.
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"What's that?" Phoebe asked suspiciously, seeing for the first time the small bag he had been fingering gently.
"This?" Cole asked softly, raising the small, green bag and shaking it.
"Yeah." Phoebe said, almost a whisper.
"It's just a little something I've been waiting for the right moment to give you." Cole said walking forward. He removed a small, dark box from the bag and opened it slowly, to reveal a beautiful ring inside it. "It's not your Grams, but. . .hopefully it's not cursed." He continued with a small smile.
"I. . .I don't think now's the time." Phoebe said hesitantly. Despite the fact that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time now, there was too much to worry about.
"Actually, I think now's the perfect time." Cole said as he removed the ring from the box. He fingered it gently before sliding it slowly onto her finger. "This way, no matter what happens, you'll always know that I love you. . ."
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"Cole. . ." Phoebe whispered. The sound of her own voice woke her up and her eyes flew open. She looked around the room, around the darkness. Nothing. No one. She relaxed back into the comfort of her bed, pulling the comforter around her. 'Dreams.' She thought. 'Only dreams.' She sighed deeply before frowning. "No." She said out loud. "Memories. . ."
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Again, just something short I put together. Hoped it was alright.