Chapter 12- Who's He?
"So, I guess we find ourselves here again," Cole said, looking around at the penthouse. There were no personal belongings, so he guessed that no one was living here at the moment.
"Yeah. Do you want to go to the manor, or do you want to go to P3?" Phoebe asked, deciding to give Cole the choice.
"Why don't we go to P3? It'll be a little bit less inconspicuous if we were to be found in the club. You may want to make sure they don't recognize you, we might want to find out what's wrong with this one, before we intervene," Cole advised, looking into the distance.
"Yeah, but how?" Phoebe asked, agreeing with him.
"Well, if you wanted to, I could always change your appearance, of course if you wanted to," Cole said, turning to her to search her reaction in her eyes. There he found a quick flash of doubt and suspicion, but she quickly covered it up.
"You can do that?" Phoebe asked, raising her eyebrow up in disbelief.
"Yeah. Do you remember Mike, my clerk when I was the Source? That was really the Seer," Cole said, searching her eyes and the link this time.
"Hmm. Well, as long as you can change me back," Phoebe said, allowing him to do it, a bit reluctantly though.
"Okay, do you want to be a guy, or just stick with being a girl?" Cole asked, stopping as he raised his hand.
"Um...I think I'll stay being a girl thank you," Phoebe said, considering what she should do. If she became a guy and went into the club, then she might be hit on by girls, and girls might hit on Cole.
Cole felt a twinge of jealousy through the link, and he smiled inwardly, but he didn't show it, or else he might have to face the wrath of Phoebe Haliwell.
He waved his hand over her, and she changed into another woman. One that was about the same height as her own body, but she was blonde and was slightly paler. She had green instead of her almond brown eyes, and to tell the truth, looking a bit like Julie, Cole's old demoness assistant, but with a few physical differences.
"Huh, still have a soft spot for that assistant of yours, I see," Phoebe commented, as she looked herself over. Cole smiled at her and recognized his mistake. He quickly recovered with a teasing comment.
"What, jealous?" Cole said, bending over to whisper it into her ear. Phoebe snorted at the comment, but her breath quickened slightly, and Cole felt it.
"No way," Phoebe said, recomposing herself, covering up her lapse in concentration.
As she walked away, Cole couldn't hold in his smile. He knew exactly what he had done to her, and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the fact that he still had a little power over her, like she had over him.
"Cole, you coming?" Phoebe called back, when he wasn't following immediately.
"Oh, sorry, coming," Cole said, snapping out of his feeling of happiness. In the reality, it was almost nightfall, so it would be a perfect time for him and Phoebe to go to P3. He had no idea what point in time they had gone to, so this would be the perfect time to find out.
When they reached the club, there was all ready a line waiting to get into the club.
"Well, it's safe to say that this is one of those times when the club was doing good," Phoebe whispered to Cole, as they were waiting in line, stepping forward as they got closer to the door.
"Yeah, this place is packed," Cole whispered back, as they stepped ahead again.
After about 10 more minutes of waiting, they were finally able to get in.
"C'mon, help me find myself and my sisters," Phoebe said, scanning the club as they walked down the stairs.
"There they are," Cole said, pointing them out at the bar. He quickly focused on Phoebe who looked as beautiful as ever. He saw Piper behind the counter, and...Prue?
"Phoebe is that who I think that is?" Cole said, nudging her to look at Prue, who was laughing with her sisters.
"Prue..." Phoebe whispered in shock.
"Wow, that's ironic," Phoebe muttered.
"What is?" Cole asked, hearing what she had said.
"Well, I find out Paige is dead in the first reality, and here I find my dead sister alive. Fate and it's twisted sense of irony, eh?" Phoebe said, still gazing at her older sister.
"Uh-huh," Cole said distractedly, a little wary of her. Prue had always distrusted him, and he always felt a little...uncomfortable around her. She would always give him these cold stares that he felt cut into his soul.
"C'mon, let's gradually move along to the bar. We could order a drink or something," Phoebe said, tugging at his shirt. She had pulled him to the dance floor, and they danced a little to look inconspicuous, glancing at the sisters occasionally.
They eventually made their way to the bar, and tried to get the attention of Piper.
"Hello? Can we get some service here?" Phoebe called.
"Oh, sorry, what can I get you?" Piper said, coming over.
"Yes, I'd like a mineral water, and...what'd you like?" Phoebe said, turning to Cole.
"Um...scotch, on the rocks please," Cole ordered.
"Coming right up," Piper said, grabbing for their drinks underneath the counter.
"I couldn't help but wonder, but, why is the place called P3? Is it because of you and your sisters?" Phoebe inquired.
AR Piper looked up alarmed, afraid that the woman and the man were demons. She had named the club after 'the power of 3'.
"You know, Piper, Phoebe and Prue?" Cole said, sensing her worry.
"Oh, yes, that's why I named it P3," Piper said, letting out a breath.
"Oh, what's the year?" Phoebe asked, as AR Piper handed them their drinks.
"Um...it's 1999, why?" AR Piper asked.
"Oh, I forgot, that's all, thank you," Phoebe said, turning away from her. Cole got out some money, and placed it onto the counter. He laid down a nice tip along with it.
"Thanks," Piper said, taking the money.
Cole flashed her a smile and left to follow Phoebe to one of the couches.
"Wow, cute guy. Who's he?" AR Phoebe asked, as her sister made her way back after handling two customers.
"Oh, just a couple from what I saw. Hey, aren't you with Brad?" AR Piper asked her baby sister suspiciously.
"Yeah, but if he expects me to wait for him for so long, then I just might drop him here and now," AR Phoebe said. As soon as she finished her sentence, a man came up behind her and hugged her from behind.
"Sorry I'm late," he whispered into her ear as he kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey Brad," Phoebe greeted.
Unknown to her, Cole was watching them from afar, and Phoebe felt a twinge of jealousy through their link. Cole was so absorbed in watching them, he didn't realize Phoebe had sat down next to him. She quietly raised up to his ear.
"What? Jealous?" Phoebe teased. Paying him back for his crack in the penthouse.
"What? Oh, of course not," Cole said, smiling down at her. He suddenly realized exactly how close they were. Even though Cole had changed her outer appearance, he was able to see her true self. He got lost in those brown eyes that he loved so much, and was about to bend a little lower to kiss her. He was worried that she would become mad and push him away. He searched their link, and instead found longing and love waiting for him. He pulled back, and saw disappointment and sadness in her brown eyes that quickly turned green. He shook his head no, his own sadness shining through.
"I'm sorry Phoebe. It's just that I don't want to hurt what we have right now. You know I still love you, and I always will, it's just that if we do this now, I don't know if I'd be able to go back," Cole apologized.
"Cole?" Phoebe asked Cole tenderly. Cole looked back into her eyes, and saw them brown again. She reached up to stroke his cheek, and he pressed against her hand.
"Thank you Cole. You're probably right anyway. I'm glad that you wanted to hold yourself back. It shows me that you would hold yourself back from me, no matter how much you want me, just so that you wouldn't hurt me," Phoebe said, letting some of her feelings slip through the link and her eyes.
"And thank you Phoebe, for understanding," Cole said, holding her hand that was still on his cheek.
"C'mon, we still need to find out more information about what's wrong with this reality," Phoebe said, reaching for Cole's hands to get him off the couch.
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Well, there's the new chappie. Please, please review. I need some ideas, I'm sort of running out. Now just to warn you, I have a few things that are planned out, so I don't know if I can fit them into this story. I repeat, this story. I might be able to fit it into the third one though, 'Seven Gates.' Yes, I know, some of you are thinking, 'you're going into the third one all ready!?' I know, I just need to plan, for some odd reason. I blame it on my muse. I think I got the odd one out of the bunch. ;-) Anyway, review please!
"So, I guess we find ourselves here again," Cole said, looking around at the penthouse. There were no personal belongings, so he guessed that no one was living here at the moment.
"Yeah. Do you want to go to the manor, or do you want to go to P3?" Phoebe asked, deciding to give Cole the choice.
"Why don't we go to P3? It'll be a little bit less inconspicuous if we were to be found in the club. You may want to make sure they don't recognize you, we might want to find out what's wrong with this one, before we intervene," Cole advised, looking into the distance.
"Yeah, but how?" Phoebe asked, agreeing with him.
"Well, if you wanted to, I could always change your appearance, of course if you wanted to," Cole said, turning to her to search her reaction in her eyes. There he found a quick flash of doubt and suspicion, but she quickly covered it up.
"You can do that?" Phoebe asked, raising her eyebrow up in disbelief.
"Yeah. Do you remember Mike, my clerk when I was the Source? That was really the Seer," Cole said, searching her eyes and the link this time.
"Hmm. Well, as long as you can change me back," Phoebe said, allowing him to do it, a bit reluctantly though.
"Okay, do you want to be a guy, or just stick with being a girl?" Cole asked, stopping as he raised his hand.
"Um...I think I'll stay being a girl thank you," Phoebe said, considering what she should do. If she became a guy and went into the club, then she might be hit on by girls, and girls might hit on Cole.
Cole felt a twinge of jealousy through the link, and he smiled inwardly, but he didn't show it, or else he might have to face the wrath of Phoebe Haliwell.
He waved his hand over her, and she changed into another woman. One that was about the same height as her own body, but she was blonde and was slightly paler. She had green instead of her almond brown eyes, and to tell the truth, looking a bit like Julie, Cole's old demoness assistant, but with a few physical differences.
"Huh, still have a soft spot for that assistant of yours, I see," Phoebe commented, as she looked herself over. Cole smiled at her and recognized his mistake. He quickly recovered with a teasing comment.
"What, jealous?" Cole said, bending over to whisper it into her ear. Phoebe snorted at the comment, but her breath quickened slightly, and Cole felt it.
"No way," Phoebe said, recomposing herself, covering up her lapse in concentration.
As she walked away, Cole couldn't hold in his smile. He knew exactly what he had done to her, and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the fact that he still had a little power over her, like she had over him.
"Cole, you coming?" Phoebe called back, when he wasn't following immediately.
"Oh, sorry, coming," Cole said, snapping out of his feeling of happiness. In the reality, it was almost nightfall, so it would be a perfect time for him and Phoebe to go to P3. He had no idea what point in time they had gone to, so this would be the perfect time to find out.
When they reached the club, there was all ready a line waiting to get into the club.
"Well, it's safe to say that this is one of those times when the club was doing good," Phoebe whispered to Cole, as they were waiting in line, stepping forward as they got closer to the door.
"Yeah, this place is packed," Cole whispered back, as they stepped ahead again.
After about 10 more minutes of waiting, they were finally able to get in.
"C'mon, help me find myself and my sisters," Phoebe said, scanning the club as they walked down the stairs.
"There they are," Cole said, pointing them out at the bar. He quickly focused on Phoebe who looked as beautiful as ever. He saw Piper behind the counter, and...Prue?
"Phoebe is that who I think that is?" Cole said, nudging her to look at Prue, who was laughing with her sisters.
"Prue..." Phoebe whispered in shock.
"Wow, that's ironic," Phoebe muttered.
"What is?" Cole asked, hearing what she had said.
"Well, I find out Paige is dead in the first reality, and here I find my dead sister alive. Fate and it's twisted sense of irony, eh?" Phoebe said, still gazing at her older sister.
"Uh-huh," Cole said distractedly, a little wary of her. Prue had always distrusted him, and he always felt a little...uncomfortable around her. She would always give him these cold stares that he felt cut into his soul.
"C'mon, let's gradually move along to the bar. We could order a drink or something," Phoebe said, tugging at his shirt. She had pulled him to the dance floor, and they danced a little to look inconspicuous, glancing at the sisters occasionally.
They eventually made their way to the bar, and tried to get the attention of Piper.
"Hello? Can we get some service here?" Phoebe called.
"Oh, sorry, what can I get you?" Piper said, coming over.
"Yes, I'd like a mineral water, and...what'd you like?" Phoebe said, turning to Cole.
"Um...scotch, on the rocks please," Cole ordered.
"Coming right up," Piper said, grabbing for their drinks underneath the counter.
"I couldn't help but wonder, but, why is the place called P3? Is it because of you and your sisters?" Phoebe inquired.
AR Piper looked up alarmed, afraid that the woman and the man were demons. She had named the club after 'the power of 3'.
"You know, Piper, Phoebe and Prue?" Cole said, sensing her worry.
"Oh, yes, that's why I named it P3," Piper said, letting out a breath.
"Oh, what's the year?" Phoebe asked, as AR Piper handed them their drinks.
"Um...it's 1999, why?" AR Piper asked.
"Oh, I forgot, that's all, thank you," Phoebe said, turning away from her. Cole got out some money, and placed it onto the counter. He laid down a nice tip along with it.
"Thanks," Piper said, taking the money.
Cole flashed her a smile and left to follow Phoebe to one of the couches.
"Wow, cute guy. Who's he?" AR Phoebe asked, as her sister made her way back after handling two customers.
"Oh, just a couple from what I saw. Hey, aren't you with Brad?" AR Piper asked her baby sister suspiciously.
"Yeah, but if he expects me to wait for him for so long, then I just might drop him here and now," AR Phoebe said. As soon as she finished her sentence, a man came up behind her and hugged her from behind.
"Sorry I'm late," he whispered into her ear as he kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey Brad," Phoebe greeted.
Unknown to her, Cole was watching them from afar, and Phoebe felt a twinge of jealousy through their link. Cole was so absorbed in watching them, he didn't realize Phoebe had sat down next to him. She quietly raised up to his ear.
"What? Jealous?" Phoebe teased. Paying him back for his crack in the penthouse.
"What? Oh, of course not," Cole said, smiling down at her. He suddenly realized exactly how close they were. Even though Cole had changed her outer appearance, he was able to see her true self. He got lost in those brown eyes that he loved so much, and was about to bend a little lower to kiss her. He was worried that she would become mad and push him away. He searched their link, and instead found longing and love waiting for him. He pulled back, and saw disappointment and sadness in her brown eyes that quickly turned green. He shook his head no, his own sadness shining through.
"I'm sorry Phoebe. It's just that I don't want to hurt what we have right now. You know I still love you, and I always will, it's just that if we do this now, I don't know if I'd be able to go back," Cole apologized.
"Cole?" Phoebe asked Cole tenderly. Cole looked back into her eyes, and saw them brown again. She reached up to stroke his cheek, and he pressed against her hand.
"Thank you Cole. You're probably right anyway. I'm glad that you wanted to hold yourself back. It shows me that you would hold yourself back from me, no matter how much you want me, just so that you wouldn't hurt me," Phoebe said, letting some of her feelings slip through the link and her eyes.
"And thank you Phoebe, for understanding," Cole said, holding her hand that was still on his cheek.
"C'mon, we still need to find out more information about what's wrong with this reality," Phoebe said, reaching for Cole's hands to get him off the couch.
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Well, there's the new chappie. Please, please review. I need some ideas, I'm sort of running out. Now just to warn you, I have a few things that are planned out, so I don't know if I can fit them into this story. I repeat, this story. I might be able to fit it into the third one though, 'Seven Gates.' Yes, I know, some of you are thinking, 'you're going into the third one all ready!?' I know, I just need to plan, for some odd reason. I blame it on my muse. I think I got the odd one out of the bunch. ;-) Anyway, review please!