Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the late update; I'm having extreme
problems updating my fanfics, and I know that I'm probably losing fans
because of it. Thanks for the reviews I got last chapter; this one was
rather rushed, and I'm sorry about that. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if
I'll be able to bring Cole and Phoebe back together in this one, since he's
dead and all. I know he's cheated death before, but I already wrote a fic
with him coming back- I'm thinking of painting a different picture this
time, so to speak. Oh, and I'm not sure when kids begin talking, so I took
a wild guess with Wyatt.
Chapter 2: Speaker For The Dead
I'm not sure exactly how or why it happened, but from that moment on Wyatt could see me. Of course, that didn't do me much good, since he couldn't very well tell anyone about it. Still, it was a comfort when I noticed that he didn't put up his force-field when he saw me. Instead, he'd stare at me with an intense gaze that reminded me of you.
Then there was the day I really interacted with him, instead of silently watching. Piper was talking on the phone, holding Wyatt in one arm. He was starting to get fussy, and for some reason, I made a face at him, wanting to cheer him up. It must've worked, because he started giggling, holding his arms out to me. Piper glanced down at him with a confused look on her face. "Hey silly, there's no one there." I couldn't help smiling- the first time I'd smiled in months.
This connection with Wyatt helped to ease the pain I felt inside whenever I saw you. Even though I could tell that you were beginning to recover from our relationship, I noticed that you never got rid of the picture of both of us. That kept hope alive in me, though hope for what I could not say. Another chance with you was nearly impossible, considering the circumstances.
I'm not sure how many months went by, but it was after Wyatt's first birthday that destiny stepped in once more to effect both of our lives (or afterlife, in my case). Wyatt was indeed a twice-blessed child; he was already picking up words and attempting to put together simple sentences.
I had watched as you dated different men, none of them lasting all that long. I could also see that with each break-up, you were becoming more bitter and discouraged with love. One night, you and your sisters, along with Wyatt, were sitting on your bed.
"Pheebs, what's wrong? You've been quiet today." Piper had transitioned well from middle sister to oldest; I could see it in the way she picked up on both your and Paige's emotions.
"Oh, I broke up with Brandon today." Brandon was your most recent boyfriend, having lasted roughly three weeks. Noticing the incredulous looks your sisters were displaying, you spoke again. "He just wasn't the right type- I wasn't feeling any sparks."
Paige and Piper both exchanged a look- it was the same excuse that you had used with several of your recent relationships.'
"To tell you the truth, I'm beginning to wonder if guys are really worth it." Your tone was more serious now. "Ever since. . .you know. . .I haven't been able to have a relationship that came even close to what we had before Cole went off the deep end." You tried to sound light-hearted when you talked about me, but I could see the pain in your eyes.
My heart ached, and I spoke quietly, wishing you could hear me. "Phoebe, I'm so sorry."
Wyatt turned to look at me, his blue eyes bright with intelligence. Then, to my surprise, he turned to you and spoke in his broken baby-talk. "Co sowry."
"What was that, little guy?" You smiled down at him, unable to understand.
"Co sowry!" You said it louder this time, pausing to grin at me. I tried to smile back, but I knew it was weak. I was watching you, wondering how you would react.
"Did he just say-" Paige started, then stopped. I had learned that any topics concerning me were basically considered taboo around you.
"Pheebs, I think he just told you that Cole's sorry." Piper never did have a problem with stating the obvious. "Why would he say that? Unless. . ."
You looked around the room, and I tensed as your eyes met mine. But you showed no signs of seeing me, instead staring at a wall, your voice barely above a whisper. "Unless Cole's back."
Chapter 2: Speaker For The Dead
I'm not sure exactly how or why it happened, but from that moment on Wyatt could see me. Of course, that didn't do me much good, since he couldn't very well tell anyone about it. Still, it was a comfort when I noticed that he didn't put up his force-field when he saw me. Instead, he'd stare at me with an intense gaze that reminded me of you.
Then there was the day I really interacted with him, instead of silently watching. Piper was talking on the phone, holding Wyatt in one arm. He was starting to get fussy, and for some reason, I made a face at him, wanting to cheer him up. It must've worked, because he started giggling, holding his arms out to me. Piper glanced down at him with a confused look on her face. "Hey silly, there's no one there." I couldn't help smiling- the first time I'd smiled in months.
This connection with Wyatt helped to ease the pain I felt inside whenever I saw you. Even though I could tell that you were beginning to recover from our relationship, I noticed that you never got rid of the picture of both of us. That kept hope alive in me, though hope for what I could not say. Another chance with you was nearly impossible, considering the circumstances.
I'm not sure how many months went by, but it was after Wyatt's first birthday that destiny stepped in once more to effect both of our lives (or afterlife, in my case). Wyatt was indeed a twice-blessed child; he was already picking up words and attempting to put together simple sentences.
I had watched as you dated different men, none of them lasting all that long. I could also see that with each break-up, you were becoming more bitter and discouraged with love. One night, you and your sisters, along with Wyatt, were sitting on your bed.
"Pheebs, what's wrong? You've been quiet today." Piper had transitioned well from middle sister to oldest; I could see it in the way she picked up on both your and Paige's emotions.
"Oh, I broke up with Brandon today." Brandon was your most recent boyfriend, having lasted roughly three weeks. Noticing the incredulous looks your sisters were displaying, you spoke again. "He just wasn't the right type- I wasn't feeling any sparks."
Paige and Piper both exchanged a look- it was the same excuse that you had used with several of your recent relationships.'
"To tell you the truth, I'm beginning to wonder if guys are really worth it." Your tone was more serious now. "Ever since. . .you know. . .I haven't been able to have a relationship that came even close to what we had before Cole went off the deep end." You tried to sound light-hearted when you talked about me, but I could see the pain in your eyes.
My heart ached, and I spoke quietly, wishing you could hear me. "Phoebe, I'm so sorry."
Wyatt turned to look at me, his blue eyes bright with intelligence. Then, to my surprise, he turned to you and spoke in his broken baby-talk. "Co sowry."
"What was that, little guy?" You smiled down at him, unable to understand.
"Co sowry!" You said it louder this time, pausing to grin at me. I tried to smile back, but I knew it was weak. I was watching you, wondering how you would react.
"Did he just say-" Paige started, then stopped. I had learned that any topics concerning me were basically considered taboo around you.
"Pheebs, I think he just told you that Cole's sorry." Piper never did have a problem with stating the obvious. "Why would he say that? Unless. . ."
You looked around the room, and I tensed as your eyes met mine. But you showed no signs of seeing me, instead staring at a wall, your voice barely above a whisper. "Unless Cole's back."
