Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, don't sue me.
A/N: Okay, so a new story. It's Cole/Phoebe, I don't write much else anymore. Based a few years from the present, however the prologue is based in mid-season 5. Enjoy it.
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Phoebe let out a breath. He was gone. She looked away, but was taken by surprise as Cole faded back into the room. He looked up at where she stood on the staircase.
"My sweet Phoebe." He started. "I don't know how you did it. How you got past the force field, past the guards. But I love that you did. It's that fight that made me fall in love with you in the first place."
"I thought you were dead." Phoebe finally spoke.
"So did I for a minute there." Cole replied truthfully. "But now that I know the earth can't even hold me I guess I'll just call the shadow and try again."
"You could do that." Phoebe said quickly. "Hell, you could even turn me evil again. But you will never win. Because I'll never come back to you."
"Phoebe. . ." A glimmer of fear crossed his face.
"You just don't get it Cole, do you? I thought you were dead, and I felt nothing. No pain, no love. Nothing. I'm free. And when we do vanquish you - and we will - I'll never look back." They shared a long look, before Cole gave her a small smile.
"Is that right?" He asked. Phoebe frowned.
"What? You don't believe me?" She asked incredulously.
"Not really." Cole said, his smile disappearing.
"Believe what you want." Phoebe said with a sigh, she began to turn around and head back upstairs, but Cole faded millimetres in front of her. "Move." She warned.
"Say it again." Cole said.
"What?" Phoebe asked, the annoyance visible in her voice.
"That you don't care about me." Cole said as though it were the most obvious solution. Phoebe sighed again.
"I already said it." She said trying to walk around him. He side stepped, blocking her way.
"This time say it without your voice wavering." Cole said. Phoebe gave him a look of complete annoyance.
"Cole." She warned.
"Say it." He said again. She had to fight the urge not to push him as hard as she could.
"I don't lo-" She stopped in mid sentence. Cole raised his eyebrows. She looked away.
"That's what I thought." Cole said leaning forward so they were inches apart. Phoebe gave him a disgusted look. She tried walking past him again, but he still wouldn't let her past.
"Co--" She began, but was cut off short as he kissed her. She tried to pull back, but his hands clasped firmly around her waist prevented her from moving. In a matter of seconds she forgot about getting away, her concentration devoted solely to Cole. And as wrong as she knew it was, she couldn't ignore how amazingly right it felt.
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Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. She looked around Cole's room in the penthouse and sighed. He had faded them here sometime during their passionate lovemaking. She sat up, the sheets wrapped around her, and glanced at Cole who was sleeping beside her.
"I don't believe this. . ." She muttered loudly. Her words caused Cole to stir slightly. Seconds later his eyes opened.
"Hey." He said softly. He sat up cautiously. "What are you thinking?" He asked, recognising the look of concentration on her face.
"What do you think I'm thinking? This should never of happened." She stated simply.
"Okay." He said, running a hand over his face. "Why not?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You know why. I refuse to get back together with you, it's too risky." She said quickly.
"Ah." Cole replied with a nod. "So what, we're just going to pretend this never happened?"
"Exactly." Phoebe said. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and began to quickly change back into her crumpled clothes.
"I can't do that." Cole said suddenly.
"You have to, Cole. I'm not going back to how it used to be." Phoebe said glancing back at him.
"I know I've done some really stupid things--" Cole began.
"That's an understatement." Phoebe interrupted.
"I'm never going to be able to tell you how sorry I am. For all of it." He said. Phoebe tried to ignore the trace of genuine truth in his voice.
"And yet you still continue to hurt me. You almost sent Paige to prison tonight for Gods sake. And you were ready to turn me evil again." Phoebe said standing up, fully clothed.
"I--" Cole began, he stopped. "You're right." He said instead. He climbed off the bed and pulled on the trousers that lay crushed and forgotten on the ground. Without another word he headed to the closet and pulled out a backpack.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe asked with a frown.
"This is wrong. . .all of it." Cole muttered. He threw a few items of clothing into the bag and zipped it up. "I'm getting out of here. For both of us."
"What?" Phoebe asked, shocked. "Where. . .?" She let the question hang.
"I don't know. Out of the city. Anywhere where I can't hurt you or your sisters." He turned to face her. "I am sorry, Phoebe." They shared a split second of eye contact before he turned and headed to the bedside table. Opening it he pulled out his wallet and tucked it into his pocket. Something caught his eye inside the drawer, and he picked it up. His wedding band, that he had never gotten round to giving back to Phoebe.
"You're just going to leave?" Phoebe asked, oblivious to the ring he was holding. Cole clenched the ring in his hand and stood up to face Phoebe.
"That's right. It's best for both of us." Cole said simply. He bent over and picked up his shirt, slipping his arms into them and buttoning it up slowly. He slipped the ring into his chest pocket and offered Phoebe his hand. "I'll take you home."
Phoebe hesitated before taking his hand. Cole reached over and picked up the backpack, before fading them both out of the penthouse. They reappeared less than a second later in Phoebe's room back at the manor. Cole let go of Phoebe's hand and stepped back, somewhat self consciously.
"I guess this is it. No vanquishing required." Cole said, giving her a small smile, Phoebe returned it half heartedly.
"I guess so." She replied softly. Cole hesitated before pulling out the ring in his pocket. He held it out to her.
"Here. I don't think I'm going to need it." He said with a small sigh.
"Cole. . .you should keep it." Phoebe said glancing at the ring he held in his hand.
"No. I shouldn't." He said, placing it on her dresser. He stepped forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Goodbye, Phoebe." He said simply, before fading out of room.
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Two months later. . .
"Phoebe! Come on, we all have to use this bathroom!" Piper shouted through the door.
Phoebe clenched her teeth without replying. She put down the toilet seat lid and sat down, the pregnancy test clasped in her hand. Positive. Phoebe shut her eyes. Two tests, both reading positive, lay on the counter beside her. She thought, maybe it had been some mistake. But three positive results in a row. . .that was definite.
"Phoebe!" Piper shouted, knocking on the door again.
Phoebe sighed and stood up. She walked to the door, unlocked it, then opened it slowly.
"It's about t--" Piper paused in mid-sentence. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"What would you say if I told you I slept with someone?" Phoebe asked suddenly.
"I would ask you politely to take it back." Piper replied with a grimace.
"Two months ago I slept with someone." Phoebe said. "I haven't seen him since." She added quietly.
"Okay, so you had a one-night-stand with some stranger." Piper said with a shrug. "Does it matter?"
"It wasn't just some stranger. It was an ex." Phoebe said, looking away quickly.
"You can't blame yourself for being attracted to an ex-boyfriend again." Piper said.
Phoebe hesitated. "Ex-husband." She corrected. Piper's eyes grew wide.
"Phoebe!" She shouted.
"I know!" Phoebe shouted back. As Piper started to say something else, Phoebe stopped her. "Wait, it gets worse."
"Do I want to know?" Piper asked with a frown. Phoebe took a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant."
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I doubt I'll update this story before I finish 'An Alternate Tale', but I just wanted to get the prologue up here. The next chapter will be future based. Send in a review, tell me what you thought.
A/N: Okay, so a new story. It's Cole/Phoebe, I don't write much else anymore. Based a few years from the present, however the prologue is based in mid-season 5. Enjoy it.
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Phoebe let out a breath. He was gone. She looked away, but was taken by surprise as Cole faded back into the room. He looked up at where she stood on the staircase.
"My sweet Phoebe." He started. "I don't know how you did it. How you got past the force field, past the guards. But I love that you did. It's that fight that made me fall in love with you in the first place."
"I thought you were dead." Phoebe finally spoke.
"So did I for a minute there." Cole replied truthfully. "But now that I know the earth can't even hold me I guess I'll just call the shadow and try again."
"You could do that." Phoebe said quickly. "Hell, you could even turn me evil again. But you will never win. Because I'll never come back to you."
"Phoebe. . ." A glimmer of fear crossed his face.
"You just don't get it Cole, do you? I thought you were dead, and I felt nothing. No pain, no love. Nothing. I'm free. And when we do vanquish you - and we will - I'll never look back." They shared a long look, before Cole gave her a small smile.
"Is that right?" He asked. Phoebe frowned.
"What? You don't believe me?" She asked incredulously.
"Not really." Cole said, his smile disappearing.
"Believe what you want." Phoebe said with a sigh, she began to turn around and head back upstairs, but Cole faded millimetres in front of her. "Move." She warned.
"Say it again." Cole said.
"What?" Phoebe asked, the annoyance visible in her voice.
"That you don't care about me." Cole said as though it were the most obvious solution. Phoebe sighed again.
"I already said it." She said trying to walk around him. He side stepped, blocking her way.
"This time say it without your voice wavering." Cole said. Phoebe gave him a look of complete annoyance.
"Cole." She warned.
"Say it." He said again. She had to fight the urge not to push him as hard as she could.
"I don't lo-" She stopped in mid sentence. Cole raised his eyebrows. She looked away.
"That's what I thought." Cole said leaning forward so they were inches apart. Phoebe gave him a disgusted look. She tried walking past him again, but he still wouldn't let her past.
"Co--" She began, but was cut off short as he kissed her. She tried to pull back, but his hands clasped firmly around her waist prevented her from moving. In a matter of seconds she forgot about getting away, her concentration devoted solely to Cole. And as wrong as she knew it was, she couldn't ignore how amazingly right it felt.
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Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. She looked around Cole's room in the penthouse and sighed. He had faded them here sometime during their passionate lovemaking. She sat up, the sheets wrapped around her, and glanced at Cole who was sleeping beside her.
"I don't believe this. . ." She muttered loudly. Her words caused Cole to stir slightly. Seconds later his eyes opened.
"Hey." He said softly. He sat up cautiously. "What are you thinking?" He asked, recognising the look of concentration on her face.
"What do you think I'm thinking? This should never of happened." She stated simply.
"Okay." He said, running a hand over his face. "Why not?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You know why. I refuse to get back together with you, it's too risky." She said quickly.
"Ah." Cole replied with a nod. "So what, we're just going to pretend this never happened?"
"Exactly." Phoebe said. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and began to quickly change back into her crumpled clothes.
"I can't do that." Cole said suddenly.
"You have to, Cole. I'm not going back to how it used to be." Phoebe said glancing back at him.
"I know I've done some really stupid things--" Cole began.
"That's an understatement." Phoebe interrupted.
"I'm never going to be able to tell you how sorry I am. For all of it." He said. Phoebe tried to ignore the trace of genuine truth in his voice.
"And yet you still continue to hurt me. You almost sent Paige to prison tonight for Gods sake. And you were ready to turn me evil again." Phoebe said standing up, fully clothed.
"I--" Cole began, he stopped. "You're right." He said instead. He climbed off the bed and pulled on the trousers that lay crushed and forgotten on the ground. Without another word he headed to the closet and pulled out a backpack.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe asked with a frown.
"This is wrong. . .all of it." Cole muttered. He threw a few items of clothing into the bag and zipped it up. "I'm getting out of here. For both of us."
"What?" Phoebe asked, shocked. "Where. . .?" She let the question hang.
"I don't know. Out of the city. Anywhere where I can't hurt you or your sisters." He turned to face her. "I am sorry, Phoebe." They shared a split second of eye contact before he turned and headed to the bedside table. Opening it he pulled out his wallet and tucked it into his pocket. Something caught his eye inside the drawer, and he picked it up. His wedding band, that he had never gotten round to giving back to Phoebe.
"You're just going to leave?" Phoebe asked, oblivious to the ring he was holding. Cole clenched the ring in his hand and stood up to face Phoebe.
"That's right. It's best for both of us." Cole said simply. He bent over and picked up his shirt, slipping his arms into them and buttoning it up slowly. He slipped the ring into his chest pocket and offered Phoebe his hand. "I'll take you home."
Phoebe hesitated before taking his hand. Cole reached over and picked up the backpack, before fading them both out of the penthouse. They reappeared less than a second later in Phoebe's room back at the manor. Cole let go of Phoebe's hand and stepped back, somewhat self consciously.
"I guess this is it. No vanquishing required." Cole said, giving her a small smile, Phoebe returned it half heartedly.
"I guess so." She replied softly. Cole hesitated before pulling out the ring in his pocket. He held it out to her.
"Here. I don't think I'm going to need it." He said with a small sigh.
"Cole. . .you should keep it." Phoebe said glancing at the ring he held in his hand.
"No. I shouldn't." He said, placing it on her dresser. He stepped forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Goodbye, Phoebe." He said simply, before fading out of room.
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Two months later. . .
"Phoebe! Come on, we all have to use this bathroom!" Piper shouted through the door.
Phoebe clenched her teeth without replying. She put down the toilet seat lid and sat down, the pregnancy test clasped in her hand. Positive. Phoebe shut her eyes. Two tests, both reading positive, lay on the counter beside her. She thought, maybe it had been some mistake. But three positive results in a row. . .that was definite.
"Phoebe!" Piper shouted, knocking on the door again.
Phoebe sighed and stood up. She walked to the door, unlocked it, then opened it slowly.
"It's about t--" Piper paused in mid-sentence. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"What would you say if I told you I slept with someone?" Phoebe asked suddenly.
"I would ask you politely to take it back." Piper replied with a grimace.
"Two months ago I slept with someone." Phoebe said. "I haven't seen him since." She added quietly.
"Okay, so you had a one-night-stand with some stranger." Piper said with a shrug. "Does it matter?"
"It wasn't just some stranger. It was an ex." Phoebe said, looking away quickly.
"You can't blame yourself for being attracted to an ex-boyfriend again." Piper said.
Phoebe hesitated. "Ex-husband." She corrected. Piper's eyes grew wide.
"Phoebe!" She shouted.
"I know!" Phoebe shouted back. As Piper started to say something else, Phoebe stopped her. "Wait, it gets worse."
"Do I want to know?" Piper asked with a frown. Phoebe took a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant."
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I doubt I'll update this story before I finish 'An Alternate Tale', but I just wanted to get the prologue up here. The next chapter will be future based. Send in a review, tell me what you thought.