Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, don't sue me.
A/N: Trying so hard to get this up quickly. Not succeeding much, and I apologise for it.
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"Who found us? What are you talking about?" Paige managed to let out through her tears.
"Not now. . ." Phoebe said. She placed a hand on Piper's cheek. "She's cold."
"No. . .no. . ." Paige muttered uncontrollably. "We have to get someone. . ."
"We'll take her downstairs and find a doctor." Phoebe said quickly. Paige nodded, taking hold of Piper's wrist and trying to balance her weight on her right side. "Where's Wyatt?" Phoebe suddenly queried, amazed at how the question hadn't occurred earlier.
"Still with the babysitter. . ." Paige said hurriedly. "Phoebe. . ." She muttered as she struggled to support Piper. Phoebe nodded, heading towards the door as she helped Paige hold up their sister. She hesitated as Paige started to exit the room.
"Wait. . . I don't like it. It's not right, leaving him unprotected like this - not after his mother's just been attacked." Phoebe said. She glanced at Piper worriedly. "Go, find some help. I'll be back with Wyatt as soon as I can." Paige thought best about arguing, nodding as she headed out of the room as fast as she could manage. Phoebe turned around to face Cole, and was taken aback to find him sitting up in bed, pulling a shirt over his head. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Cole grimaced as he pulled on the trousers that were lying beside the bed, and stood up shakily.
"I'm coming with you." He said, facing her as he tried to hide the fact that he could barely support himself.
"Look at you - you can barely support yourself." Phoebe exclaimed, causing Cole to smile slightly. He stumbled forwards, and Phoebe hurried forwards to help him.
"I'm fine." Cole said, pulling back slightly. "Listen, if your feeling is right, then this is going to be dangerous. And if anything happens, it will be my fault."
"How could it possibly be your fault?" Phoebe queried. Cole looked away.
"I can't remember anything about what happened - blurred bits here and there. And the thing that eats me up most is that I might have told them everything they needed to know, and I can't even remember." He said, clenching his teeth.
"That isn't your fault." Phoebe said, trying to reassure him.
"Piper may not survive. Her son may be in danger. And it could be all my fault." Cole said firmly. "There is no way I'm going to let something happen to you knowing that I'm responsible." Phoebe stared at the resolute look on his face, and realised that no matter what she said, she wouldn't change his mind.
"Okay." She said after a moment. "I guess it will be faster. . ." She added.
"There's the spirit." Cole said with a half smile. He offered her his hand, and after a moment, she accepted it, ignoring the warmth and softness of it. "So where is he?"
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As they shimmered into the house many blocks away, Phoebe felt a shiver run up her spine. The room came into view and she brought a hand to her mouth as her eyes fell on the limp body lying on the ground.
"Oh my god. . .Marie. . ." Phoebe muttered, kneeling down beside the body, the blood already soaking into the carpet. Cole knelt down next to her, his hand searching the pale body for a pulse. He looked up at Phoebe and shook his head, his lips pursed as he stood up. Phoebe let out a silent cry, her hand muffling the sound. Cole placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and looked around the room. In the corner was large crib, and Cole approached it cautiously. As he stopped beside it, he found the small boy staring up at him from the bottom.
"Phoebe." He called out to her, and didn't take his eyes off the child as Phoebe walked towards him.
"Wyatt! Thank God. . ." Phoebe exclaimed, reaching into the crib and pulling him out, hugging him tightly.
"Why is he still here?" Cole asked suspiciously.
"Maybe they couldn't touch him. . .Wyatt has his own methods of protection." Phoebe offered.
"That he does." Another voice said, and both Phoebe and Cole spun around. The same man dressed in the dark suit, familiar to both Phoebe from her premonitions and Cole from his capture, was standing in front of them. "But now that you're here, you can hand him to me without any trouble." Cole stepped forward, and Phoebe noticed the tight lines in his jaw become more distinct. "Mr Turner." The man said with a wry smile. "I expected them to come for him, but not you."
"Well here I am." Cole said spitefully. "Worried?"
"Me?" The man said with a laugh. "I've beaten you before, and I will again. Especially now that you can barely stand straight." The smile vanished from his face. "I don't want you, I want them. Move aside and I'll let you go." To Phoebe's surprise, Cole laughed softly.
"Yeah, I'm sure you will." He muttered sarcastically. He stepped to the side so he was standing partly in front of Phoebe and Wyatt. He pulled his hand back, and in a split second threw it forward, in an attempt to fling an energy ball at the man. Nothing happened. The man laughed loudly.
"Do you think I'd come here unprotected?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large, red amulet. "You can't use your magic here. Not now. Don't you remember Mr Turner, why you couldn't shimmer from that lovely warehouse? Not so smart, are you?"
"Phoebe." Cole muttered. "Take Wyatt and go, alright?"
"I don't think so." The man said, reaching into his pocket again and pulling out a gun. "You're not going anywhere." He pointed it towards them.
"Phoebe." Cole started again. "Go!" He shouted, lunging forward and knocking the man's arm away, as two shot were fired into the ceiling. Both men were thrown to the floor, each trying their best to overpower the other. Cole called for Phoebe to run, to escape, and from the corner of his eye saw her leave the room, and breathed a sigh of relief. The man noticed Cole's momentary glance away, and rolled both of them over, jamming the gun into Cole's neck. He smiled triumphantly.
"You won't be a pain in my ass any more, Turner." He cocked the gun, and Cole grimaced helplessly. There was a loud thud, and the man dropped the gun, collapsing on top of Cole, unconscious. Cole looked up, surprised to find Phoebe standing above him grasping a large frying pan. She dropped the pan and retrieved Wyatt from his place on the floor, before glancing at Cole, who still hadn't moved.
"Are you coming, or what?" She questioned. Cole remained silent, pushing the body off him and standing up, ignoring the pain in his side from the old wounds.
"Thanks." He said softly.
"Don't worry about it." Phoebe said with a half smile. She glanced from the body of the unknown man, to the motionless body of Wyatt's babysitter. She swallowed. "We have to get back to the hospital."
"Sure." Cole said with a nod. He followed her eyes to the body lying on the ground. "We'll put in an anonymous call to the cops." He said. "It'll be okay." He took her hand in his, and shimmered the three of them back to the empty room in the hospital.
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Short, I know. And I also took my sweet time updating -I know! Truth is I've written this chapter about three times. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I'll get there. Review and give me your thoughts.
I just saw a Julian McMahon interview on a morning news show - which is weird. All about Nip/Tuck - which also started this week. So I'm getting a dosage of him. . .just not in the form I want : ) .
A/N: Trying so hard to get this up quickly. Not succeeding much, and I apologise for it.
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"Who found us? What are you talking about?" Paige managed to let out through her tears.
"Not now. . ." Phoebe said. She placed a hand on Piper's cheek. "She's cold."
"No. . .no. . ." Paige muttered uncontrollably. "We have to get someone. . ."
"We'll take her downstairs and find a doctor." Phoebe said quickly. Paige nodded, taking hold of Piper's wrist and trying to balance her weight on her right side. "Where's Wyatt?" Phoebe suddenly queried, amazed at how the question hadn't occurred earlier.
"Still with the babysitter. . ." Paige said hurriedly. "Phoebe. . ." She muttered as she struggled to support Piper. Phoebe nodded, heading towards the door as she helped Paige hold up their sister. She hesitated as Paige started to exit the room.
"Wait. . . I don't like it. It's not right, leaving him unprotected like this - not after his mother's just been attacked." Phoebe said. She glanced at Piper worriedly. "Go, find some help. I'll be back with Wyatt as soon as I can." Paige thought best about arguing, nodding as she headed out of the room as fast as she could manage. Phoebe turned around to face Cole, and was taken aback to find him sitting up in bed, pulling a shirt over his head. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Cole grimaced as he pulled on the trousers that were lying beside the bed, and stood up shakily.
"I'm coming with you." He said, facing her as he tried to hide the fact that he could barely support himself.
"Look at you - you can barely support yourself." Phoebe exclaimed, causing Cole to smile slightly. He stumbled forwards, and Phoebe hurried forwards to help him.
"I'm fine." Cole said, pulling back slightly. "Listen, if your feeling is right, then this is going to be dangerous. And if anything happens, it will be my fault."
"How could it possibly be your fault?" Phoebe queried. Cole looked away.
"I can't remember anything about what happened - blurred bits here and there. And the thing that eats me up most is that I might have told them everything they needed to know, and I can't even remember." He said, clenching his teeth.
"That isn't your fault." Phoebe said, trying to reassure him.
"Piper may not survive. Her son may be in danger. And it could be all my fault." Cole said firmly. "There is no way I'm going to let something happen to you knowing that I'm responsible." Phoebe stared at the resolute look on his face, and realised that no matter what she said, she wouldn't change his mind.
"Okay." She said after a moment. "I guess it will be faster. . ." She added.
"There's the spirit." Cole said with a half smile. He offered her his hand, and after a moment, she accepted it, ignoring the warmth and softness of it. "So where is he?"
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As they shimmered into the house many blocks away, Phoebe felt a shiver run up her spine. The room came into view and she brought a hand to her mouth as her eyes fell on the limp body lying on the ground.
"Oh my god. . .Marie. . ." Phoebe muttered, kneeling down beside the body, the blood already soaking into the carpet. Cole knelt down next to her, his hand searching the pale body for a pulse. He looked up at Phoebe and shook his head, his lips pursed as he stood up. Phoebe let out a silent cry, her hand muffling the sound. Cole placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and looked around the room. In the corner was large crib, and Cole approached it cautiously. As he stopped beside it, he found the small boy staring up at him from the bottom.
"Phoebe." He called out to her, and didn't take his eyes off the child as Phoebe walked towards him.
"Wyatt! Thank God. . ." Phoebe exclaimed, reaching into the crib and pulling him out, hugging him tightly.
"Why is he still here?" Cole asked suspiciously.
"Maybe they couldn't touch him. . .Wyatt has his own methods of protection." Phoebe offered.
"That he does." Another voice said, and both Phoebe and Cole spun around. The same man dressed in the dark suit, familiar to both Phoebe from her premonitions and Cole from his capture, was standing in front of them. "But now that you're here, you can hand him to me without any trouble." Cole stepped forward, and Phoebe noticed the tight lines in his jaw become more distinct. "Mr Turner." The man said with a wry smile. "I expected them to come for him, but not you."
"Well here I am." Cole said spitefully. "Worried?"
"Me?" The man said with a laugh. "I've beaten you before, and I will again. Especially now that you can barely stand straight." The smile vanished from his face. "I don't want you, I want them. Move aside and I'll let you go." To Phoebe's surprise, Cole laughed softly.
"Yeah, I'm sure you will." He muttered sarcastically. He stepped to the side so he was standing partly in front of Phoebe and Wyatt. He pulled his hand back, and in a split second threw it forward, in an attempt to fling an energy ball at the man. Nothing happened. The man laughed loudly.
"Do you think I'd come here unprotected?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large, red amulet. "You can't use your magic here. Not now. Don't you remember Mr Turner, why you couldn't shimmer from that lovely warehouse? Not so smart, are you?"
"Phoebe." Cole muttered. "Take Wyatt and go, alright?"
"I don't think so." The man said, reaching into his pocket again and pulling out a gun. "You're not going anywhere." He pointed it towards them.
"Phoebe." Cole started again. "Go!" He shouted, lunging forward and knocking the man's arm away, as two shot were fired into the ceiling. Both men were thrown to the floor, each trying their best to overpower the other. Cole called for Phoebe to run, to escape, and from the corner of his eye saw her leave the room, and breathed a sigh of relief. The man noticed Cole's momentary glance away, and rolled both of them over, jamming the gun into Cole's neck. He smiled triumphantly.
"You won't be a pain in my ass any more, Turner." He cocked the gun, and Cole grimaced helplessly. There was a loud thud, and the man dropped the gun, collapsing on top of Cole, unconscious. Cole looked up, surprised to find Phoebe standing above him grasping a large frying pan. She dropped the pan and retrieved Wyatt from his place on the floor, before glancing at Cole, who still hadn't moved.
"Are you coming, or what?" She questioned. Cole remained silent, pushing the body off him and standing up, ignoring the pain in his side from the old wounds.
"Thanks." He said softly.
"Don't worry about it." Phoebe said with a half smile. She glanced from the body of the unknown man, to the motionless body of Wyatt's babysitter. She swallowed. "We have to get back to the hospital."
"Sure." Cole said with a nod. He followed her eyes to the body lying on the ground. "We'll put in an anonymous call to the cops." He said. "It'll be okay." He took her hand in his, and shimmered the three of them back to the empty room in the hospital.
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Short, I know. And I also took my sweet time updating -I know! Truth is I've written this chapter about three times. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I'll get there. Review and give me your thoughts.
I just saw a Julian McMahon interview on a morning news show - which is weird. All about Nip/Tuck - which also started this week. So I'm getting a dosage of him. . .just not in the form I want : ) .