Title: Whispers
Author: Tina T
Summary: After Womb Raider. We all know that Phoebe would not have dumped Cole. This is just my version of how she gets him back.
Rating: PG-13 for now. Maybe R eventually, but I doubt it.
Category: Phoebe & Cole, with a side of Piper & Leo.
Author's Note: There may be times in this fic where Paige is not looked upon kindly. If you're a huge fan of hers, this may not be the fic for you. What can I say? I bitter about her hatred of Cole. So take this as your forewarning, and don't yell at me later. Oh, and also, I've rewritten this story from scratch. If you've read it somewhere before, I've changed. well, all of it. The storyline's basically the same, but I started this story two years ago during school and then forgot about it. I think I can do it better now.
~~~ Prologue ~~~
Phoebe. save me. The words echoed repeatedly through Phoebe's head, just as haunting and painful as the night they followed the wind through her window. The clung to her, whispering promises that she couldn't even let herself hope for anymore. Her heart was just beginning to mourn. How could she let herself hope-much less believe-that he was still out there, waiting for her? Then again, how could she just ignore the signals, and risk finding out later that she could have saved him-that she could have set her life back on the course she had thought she had finally earned?
The wind rustled the trees outside Phoebe's office window, grabbing her attention. Would there be another message? Had she waited too long? Was it already too late? Lost in thought, Phoebe grabbed for her purse, leaving a pile of letters sprawled over her opened laptop. She couldn't handle anyone else's problems right now. She needed to answer her own questions first, and she couldn't do that in the middle of a crowded office.
If only she had taken one last glance at the blank screen that she had been staring at for nearly the entire morning, she would have seen it. A second message, scrawled in a familiar handwriting that didn't come in a font on her computer: Help me.
This, though, was no more solid than the whisper from nearly a week before, but Phoebe wouldn't know that either, because, just moments after the words appeared, the document went blank again, and a new, darker scrawl filed the screen. Its message was clear. Never. But as soon as the last letter was etched out, the screen clicked off, and darkness seized more than just the laptop.
Author: Tina T
Summary: After Womb Raider. We all know that Phoebe would not have dumped Cole. This is just my version of how she gets him back.
Rating: PG-13 for now. Maybe R eventually, but I doubt it.
Category: Phoebe & Cole, with a side of Piper & Leo.
Author's Note: There may be times in this fic where Paige is not looked upon kindly. If you're a huge fan of hers, this may not be the fic for you. What can I say? I bitter about her hatred of Cole. So take this as your forewarning, and don't yell at me later. Oh, and also, I've rewritten this story from scratch. If you've read it somewhere before, I've changed. well, all of it. The storyline's basically the same, but I started this story two years ago during school and then forgot about it. I think I can do it better now.
~~~ Prologue ~~~
Phoebe. save me. The words echoed repeatedly through Phoebe's head, just as haunting and painful as the night they followed the wind through her window. The clung to her, whispering promises that she couldn't even let herself hope for anymore. Her heart was just beginning to mourn. How could she let herself hope-much less believe-that he was still out there, waiting for her? Then again, how could she just ignore the signals, and risk finding out later that she could have saved him-that she could have set her life back on the course she had thought she had finally earned?
The wind rustled the trees outside Phoebe's office window, grabbing her attention. Would there be another message? Had she waited too long? Was it already too late? Lost in thought, Phoebe grabbed for her purse, leaving a pile of letters sprawled over her opened laptop. She couldn't handle anyone else's problems right now. She needed to answer her own questions first, and she couldn't do that in the middle of a crowded office.
If only she had taken one last glance at the blank screen that she had been staring at for nearly the entire morning, she would have seen it. A second message, scrawled in a familiar handwriting that didn't come in a font on her computer: Help me.
This, though, was no more solid than the whisper from nearly a week before, but Phoebe wouldn't know that either, because, just moments after the words appeared, the document went blank again, and a new, darker scrawl filed the screen. Its message was clear. Never. But as soon as the last letter was etched out, the screen clicked off, and darkness seized more than just the laptop.