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A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed. Hope this chapter is all right.
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Cole's whole body felt numb as he began to come to. His eyes seemed to be clasped shut as he struggled to open them. He heard voices nearby, seemingly close, yet also very far away. He concentrated on listening.
". . .safe? I mean, this isn't exactly the best arrangement." Pipers voice, he realised immediately.
"I cast the spell, and all of us are home now. It should be okay." Cole frowned as he recognised Phoebe. Where was he? A sound was heard somewhere else.
"That's Grams." Phoebe's voice. "I should go tell her."
"No, we'll do it." Prue said quickly. "You stay here and watch him."
"Are you sure?" Phoebe asked them. Cole opened his eyes, and tried to adjust to the light.
"We're sure." Piper said loudly. "You've been through enough for today."
"Thanks, both of you." Cole's view came into focus as Phoebe closed the door behind Piper and Prue. He looked around him. He was lying in Phoebe's room, on her bed. The covers were crumpled underneath him.
"You're awake." Phoebe said, noticing him. She turned and stood at the end of the bed. Cole opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was too raspy. Phoebe pointed to the bedside table. "There's a glass of water beside you." She said without moving. Cole reached for the glass with the energy he had left, and felt an immense relief as the water trickled down his throat, moistening it immediately. He glanced at Phoebe, who was no staring at him emotionless, her arms crossed across her chest.
"You can come closer. I won't bite." Cole said with a small smile.
"You know, I'm not so sure." Phoebe replied, without a trace of amusement.
"Hmm. I guess I deserved that." Cole said softly.
"I guess you did." Phoebe said, not missing a beat. Cole let out a sigh.
"I am sorry Phoebe, for--" Cole began.
"Save it, Cole." Phoebe interrupted. "I don't care anymore."
"I don't believe that." Cole said with a frown.
"Believe what you want." Phoebe said with a shrug. She turned to leave.
"Phoebe. . ." Cole let out, trying to climb off the bed. He stumbled and fell back onto it.
"I wouldn't get up. You're too weak." Phoebe said turning back. "And Prue cast a spell on the room. No one can track you here. You can't shimmer out, no one can shimmer in."
"I feel like a prisoner." Cole said, trying to get his legs to work.
"You are, in a way." Phoebe said. "The only reason you're here is because you know way too much about us. We need to decide what to do with you." Phoebe said. She opened the door.
"Phoebe." Cole said again. Phoebe stopped, but didn't look around, the door handle still clasped in her hand. "I love you." Cole finished. He saw Phoebe hesitate slightly, before she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind it. Cole heard a click as she locked it.
Locked inside a room in the Halliwell manor. "You are an idiot." Cole muttered to himself. He decided the only thing he could do was try to get his energy back. He lay back against the pillows, falling asleep almost immediately. The exhaustion of the past few days had finally caught up with him.
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Phoebe locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her teeth clenched. As tears threatened to flow, she scolded herself. Not now. She wouldn't give in now. She hurried down the stairs, her eyes falling on her grandmother standing in the foyer, her arms folded against her chest. Prue and Piper were standing in front of her. All of them were silent.
"Grams. . ." Phoebe said. They looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's not your fault, honey. No one knew." Grams said giving her a soft smile. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs." Prue answered. "Are you okay?" She asked Phoebe.
"Fine." Phoebe replied almost too quickly. "What are we going to do?" She asked. They all looked at Grams expectantly.
"I'm going to go talk to him." Grams said. "You three stay here."
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I'm getting really lazy with chapters, I know. Soon I'll write a longish one. . .maybe. I the meantime, you'll have to make do with the crappy little one's a post. Review and give me some ideas. I'm headed for writers block. I can see it.
A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed. Hope this chapter is all right.
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Cole's whole body felt numb as he began to come to. His eyes seemed to be clasped shut as he struggled to open them. He heard voices nearby, seemingly close, yet also very far away. He concentrated on listening.
". . .safe? I mean, this isn't exactly the best arrangement." Pipers voice, he realised immediately.
"I cast the spell, and all of us are home now. It should be okay." Cole frowned as he recognised Phoebe. Where was he? A sound was heard somewhere else.
"That's Grams." Phoebe's voice. "I should go tell her."
"No, we'll do it." Prue said quickly. "You stay here and watch him."
"Are you sure?" Phoebe asked them. Cole opened his eyes, and tried to adjust to the light.
"We're sure." Piper said loudly. "You've been through enough for today."
"Thanks, both of you." Cole's view came into focus as Phoebe closed the door behind Piper and Prue. He looked around him. He was lying in Phoebe's room, on her bed. The covers were crumpled underneath him.
"You're awake." Phoebe said, noticing him. She turned and stood at the end of the bed. Cole opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was too raspy. Phoebe pointed to the bedside table. "There's a glass of water beside you." She said without moving. Cole reached for the glass with the energy he had left, and felt an immense relief as the water trickled down his throat, moistening it immediately. He glanced at Phoebe, who was no staring at him emotionless, her arms crossed across her chest.
"You can come closer. I won't bite." Cole said with a small smile.
"You know, I'm not so sure." Phoebe replied, without a trace of amusement.
"Hmm. I guess I deserved that." Cole said softly.
"I guess you did." Phoebe said, not missing a beat. Cole let out a sigh.
"I am sorry Phoebe, for--" Cole began.
"Save it, Cole." Phoebe interrupted. "I don't care anymore."
"I don't believe that." Cole said with a frown.
"Believe what you want." Phoebe said with a shrug. She turned to leave.
"Phoebe. . ." Cole let out, trying to climb off the bed. He stumbled and fell back onto it.
"I wouldn't get up. You're too weak." Phoebe said turning back. "And Prue cast a spell on the room. No one can track you here. You can't shimmer out, no one can shimmer in."
"I feel like a prisoner." Cole said, trying to get his legs to work.
"You are, in a way." Phoebe said. "The only reason you're here is because you know way too much about us. We need to decide what to do with you." Phoebe said. She opened the door.
"Phoebe." Cole said again. Phoebe stopped, but didn't look around, the door handle still clasped in her hand. "I love you." Cole finished. He saw Phoebe hesitate slightly, before she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind it. Cole heard a click as she locked it.
Locked inside a room in the Halliwell manor. "You are an idiot." Cole muttered to himself. He decided the only thing he could do was try to get his energy back. He lay back against the pillows, falling asleep almost immediately. The exhaustion of the past few days had finally caught up with him.
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Phoebe locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her teeth clenched. As tears threatened to flow, she scolded herself. Not now. She wouldn't give in now. She hurried down the stairs, her eyes falling on her grandmother standing in the foyer, her arms folded against her chest. Prue and Piper were standing in front of her. All of them were silent.
"Grams. . ." Phoebe said. They looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's not your fault, honey. No one knew." Grams said giving her a soft smile. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs." Prue answered. "Are you okay?" She asked Phoebe.
"Fine." Phoebe replied almost too quickly. "What are we going to do?" She asked. They all looked at Grams expectantly.
"I'm going to go talk to him." Grams said. "You three stay here."
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I'm getting really lazy with chapters, I know. Soon I'll write a longish one. . .maybe. I the meantime, you'll have to make do with the crappy little one's a post. Review and give me some ideas. I'm headed for writers block. I can see it.