Epilogue

Several Weeks Later

"Pheebs, phone!" Piper shouted as she held the cordless out for her sister.

"Coming!" Phoebe raced down the stairs and accepted the phone from her patient sister, "Thanks." She spoke into the phone, "Why, Dr. Troy, I didn't realize you made house calls."

"I don't," his voice replied with a chuckle, "unless it's under extenuating circumstances. Your sister didn't hear the rest of my comment."

"What's wrong?" she asked instead. "You sound funny. And how did you get my number? I don't remember giving it to you."

"You should know," he told her. "You're the one with the visions. And isn't the Internet a wonderful tool? You can find just about anyone's phone number."

"Piper," Phoebe called out, covering the mouthpiece with her hand, "remind me to have our number changed." She heard him laugh and then groan and she questioned, "Was it as bad as I saw?"

"Worse," he admitted. "Been like this for a week already. Can barely walk a straight line."

She tried to hold back a chuckle but failed. "I'm sorry. It's not funny, is it?"

"No, it's not," he replied in a distracted tone.

"Are you okay?" she asked more seriously.

"I will be," he replied. "Too bad you didn't see why this happened. Could've saved everyone a lot of pain."

"I'm sorry," she uttered in surprise at his harsh tone, "but it doesn't hap--"

"Sorry," he interrupted. "Didn't mean it like that. Truth is, I'd forgotten all about your vision. Didn't even make the connection until I got home that night and wondered if I'd ever be able again to -- never mind."

"So why are you calling?" she wondered.

"Felt like I owed you an apology," he answered. "I didn't really believe you and I paid the price."

"I'm glad you're going to be okay," Phoebe sighed. "But maybe you'll listen in the future."

"Why?" he asked. "Have you seen anything else about me?"

"No," she assured him. "Hate to hit you, so to speak, when you're down, but I haven't even thought about you since the conference."

"Hmmm," he murmured, "I think I liked you better when you were mad at me for not being your ex."

"You remember that?" she gasped.

He laughed, "Not every day a beautiful girl takes a swing at you because you look like a man she loves."

"Yes, well" she began.

"So, are you okay now?" he asked.

"Yeah," she admitted with a soft smile, "I talked to him and it's okay now. He's at peace. We both are."

Christian was silent a moment before he quietly said, "I'm glad for you."

"Thanks," she shyly replied. "Do you remember what I told you about love and making choices?" She heard him grunt in acknowledgement and smiled, "Well, you just keep remembering it. Love is worth everything."

"Take care of yourself, sweetheart," he said. "Remember if you're ever in Miami"

"And if you're ever in " she pleasantly responded. "Take care of yourself, baby," she teased.

"Sure you don't wanna return the favor and play nursemaid to me?" he joked.

"Goodbye, Dr. Troy," Phoebe laughed.

"Goodbye, Ms. Halliwell," he responded with a chuckle.

the end