Author's Note: Thanks again to my wonderful reviewers! Barb, good
deduction, you basically read my mind, though I've got a few twists in
store along the way. If I keep getting reviews, I may keep updating each
day!
Copyright Note: To reinforce what I said before so I don't get sued, the WB and whoever else bought rights to Charmed owns that show, its characters, and everything associated with the show. I do not. If I did, I would have fixed Phoebe and Cole's relationship instead of just killing him. Also, Prue would be coming back like she will in my fanfic, in a perfectly logical way. Anyways, I own nothing.
Chapter 3: Past Premonitions
Phoebe stared at Cole, anger filling her eyes behind the tears. Piper, however, was the first one to react vocally to his words. "Are we supposed to believe that, Cole? After all you've put us through; after all that you've put Phoebe through? I ought to blow you up right now, you lying son of a -"
Just then, Leo returned with Wyatt sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. Traveling "Up There" always seemed to calm the infant down. "Piper, wait! He's telling the truth; the Elders just confirmed it. He can't hurt us, not Wyatt or Phoebe, at least not with demonic powers."
Piper looked shocked, as did Paige. Phoebe was beginning to get herself under control, drying her tears and sitting up straighter. Wyatt started to stir in Leo's arms. Wordlessly, the Whitelighter handed him to Piper. As her son opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Cole, and he began to whimper. Piper held him close. "It's okay, honey. Mommy won't let the bad man hurt you." She glared at Cole. "If you're mortal, then what are you doing in our house, Cole? Or maybe Phoebe needs to vanquish you again to show that it's over between you two?"
Cole frowned, and Phoebe met his gaze again, her own eyes dried of tears, her voice firm. "I can't do anything about the Elders sending you back, Cole. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of running. So I'm going to tell you once, and after that, I will file charges of harassment against you. It's over between us. I want you to leave me alone, I want to get on with my life. Get out of our house, and never come back."
Cole sat there for a few moments more, his facial expression blank, though his eyes revealed that he was hurting inside. "Phoebe, you know I didn't come back on my own. I'll.I'll do my best to let you live your life," he reached across the space between them to gently take her hand. Piper and Paige glared as Phoebe let out a little gasp, her eyes losing their focus. She found herself thrown into a premonition of the past.
*Begin Past Premonition*
It was a dark room, the only light coming from torches on the walls. The way they flickered cast odd-shaped shadows on the cold stone. Three figures surrounded a younger-looking Cole. One of them spoke in a chilling voice. "Balthazar, you must understand our concerns. You have been with the Charmed Ones for months now; those we sent to check up on you say that every day you have numerous chances to make an attempt to kill them. And yet, you refrain from doing so. What are your reasons for this?"
Cole looked expressionless, though even in a premonition Phoebe recognized the way he tensed up. "I want to ensure that they will die, sir. I don't want to leave any room for mistakes." The figures, faces hidden by dark hoods, murmured to one another before the leader spoke once more.
"We will not wait any longer, Balthazar. The Source wants the Charmed Ones out of the way soon. We will make it easy for you; just kill the youngest one, the one you have used to get close to the witches. Without her, the Power of Three will be broken. Then you will be rewarded, as promised." Phoebe could sense Cole tense more, his fists clenching at his sides.
"I.I can't do that..I'll destroy all three, as I was ordered." With those words, Cole shimmered away.
The three figures looked at one another, and the leader spoke once more. "You were right, Boromir. I'm afraid Balthazar is indeed slipping away from our side; if he does not finish his assignment soon, he will have to be disposed of."
*End Premonition.*
As the premonition ended, Phoebe sucked air into her lungs, to find everyone staring at her. Piper gave her a questioning look, and Phoebe shook her head. She didn't want to explain what had happened, not when it had brought a sharp pain to her heart, remembering how they had been so sure that their love would survive even as Cole lived his double-life. Cole must have known what had just happened; he'd seen her have premonitions before. But he didn't question her, instead he removed his hand from hers, and spoke quietly.
"I'll always love you, Phoebe."
Standing up, he turned abruptly, expecting to shimmer away. Of course, as a mortal, he stayed where he was. There was a pause, and his footsteps were loud as he let himself out the door, exiting Halliwell Manor.
Piper immediately put her hand on Phoebe's. "Pheebs, are you all right? You looked like you just got a-"
Before she could finish, Phoebe cut her off.
"No, he just.surprised me; that's all. I don't want to talk about it." Phoebe wasn't going to admit that she had felt a pang of sadness and a tinge of love from the premonition; it was best not to say anything. She would just ignore the feelings, and they would go away.hopefully.
Copyright Note: To reinforce what I said before so I don't get sued, the WB and whoever else bought rights to Charmed owns that show, its characters, and everything associated with the show. I do not. If I did, I would have fixed Phoebe and Cole's relationship instead of just killing him. Also, Prue would be coming back like she will in my fanfic, in a perfectly logical way. Anyways, I own nothing.
Chapter 3: Past Premonitions
Phoebe stared at Cole, anger filling her eyes behind the tears. Piper, however, was the first one to react vocally to his words. "Are we supposed to believe that, Cole? After all you've put us through; after all that you've put Phoebe through? I ought to blow you up right now, you lying son of a -"
Just then, Leo returned with Wyatt sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. Traveling "Up There" always seemed to calm the infant down. "Piper, wait! He's telling the truth; the Elders just confirmed it. He can't hurt us, not Wyatt or Phoebe, at least not with demonic powers."
Piper looked shocked, as did Paige. Phoebe was beginning to get herself under control, drying her tears and sitting up straighter. Wyatt started to stir in Leo's arms. Wordlessly, the Whitelighter handed him to Piper. As her son opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Cole, and he began to whimper. Piper held him close. "It's okay, honey. Mommy won't let the bad man hurt you." She glared at Cole. "If you're mortal, then what are you doing in our house, Cole? Or maybe Phoebe needs to vanquish you again to show that it's over between you two?"
Cole frowned, and Phoebe met his gaze again, her own eyes dried of tears, her voice firm. "I can't do anything about the Elders sending you back, Cole. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of running. So I'm going to tell you once, and after that, I will file charges of harassment against you. It's over between us. I want you to leave me alone, I want to get on with my life. Get out of our house, and never come back."
Cole sat there for a few moments more, his facial expression blank, though his eyes revealed that he was hurting inside. "Phoebe, you know I didn't come back on my own. I'll.I'll do my best to let you live your life," he reached across the space between them to gently take her hand. Piper and Paige glared as Phoebe let out a little gasp, her eyes losing their focus. She found herself thrown into a premonition of the past.
*Begin Past Premonition*
It was a dark room, the only light coming from torches on the walls. The way they flickered cast odd-shaped shadows on the cold stone. Three figures surrounded a younger-looking Cole. One of them spoke in a chilling voice. "Balthazar, you must understand our concerns. You have been with the Charmed Ones for months now; those we sent to check up on you say that every day you have numerous chances to make an attempt to kill them. And yet, you refrain from doing so. What are your reasons for this?"
Cole looked expressionless, though even in a premonition Phoebe recognized the way he tensed up. "I want to ensure that they will die, sir. I don't want to leave any room for mistakes." The figures, faces hidden by dark hoods, murmured to one another before the leader spoke once more.
"We will not wait any longer, Balthazar. The Source wants the Charmed Ones out of the way soon. We will make it easy for you; just kill the youngest one, the one you have used to get close to the witches. Without her, the Power of Three will be broken. Then you will be rewarded, as promised." Phoebe could sense Cole tense more, his fists clenching at his sides.
"I.I can't do that..I'll destroy all three, as I was ordered." With those words, Cole shimmered away.
The three figures looked at one another, and the leader spoke once more. "You were right, Boromir. I'm afraid Balthazar is indeed slipping away from our side; if he does not finish his assignment soon, he will have to be disposed of."
*End Premonition.*
As the premonition ended, Phoebe sucked air into her lungs, to find everyone staring at her. Piper gave her a questioning look, and Phoebe shook her head. She didn't want to explain what had happened, not when it had brought a sharp pain to her heart, remembering how they had been so sure that their love would survive even as Cole lived his double-life. Cole must have known what had just happened; he'd seen her have premonitions before. But he didn't question her, instead he removed his hand from hers, and spoke quietly.
"I'll always love you, Phoebe."
Standing up, he turned abruptly, expecting to shimmer away. Of course, as a mortal, he stayed where he was. There was a pause, and his footsteps were loud as he let himself out the door, exiting Halliwell Manor.
Piper immediately put her hand on Phoebe's. "Pheebs, are you all right? You looked like you just got a-"
Before she could finish, Phoebe cut her off.
"No, he just.surprised me; that's all. I don't want to talk about it." Phoebe wasn't going to admit that she had felt a pang of sadness and a tinge of love from the premonition; it was best not to say anything. She would just ignore the feelings, and they would go away.hopefully.
