Chapter 10
Spike had pulled Drusilla's cellphone out of her pocket, as she lay writhing in pain. He held it with one hand, while he listened to Angel on the other end.
'Alright! I'll pull the arrow out! What next?!'
'Spike, the arrow is poisonous! Leo has been hit and Wesley just got ahold of Paige and found out from Piper, that a Dark Lighter showed up at the house and shot Paige as well.'
'A bloody ambush! All of the White Lighter's have been taken out!' Spike hissed, suspecting Belthazor.
'No one has been taken out! We'll find a way to save everyone! Just try and keep Dru as comfortable as possible until I call you back, okay?'
'That's all I can do, I guess.' Spike said, his heart heavy. He hung up and tossed the phone aside. This crypt was already well furnished and it was obvious that a vamp lived here. Spike would just have to kill whoever the owner was when they returned.
'Hold still, Dru. I have to pull the arrow out.'
'NO!' she screamed. The pain was beyond horrible.
'Dru, there's bloody poison in that arrow!' he argued, reached for the arrow that was jutting out of her arm.
'NO! GET LEO!' she screamed again, not willing to go through anymore pain.
'Leo has been hurt too, luv! And Paige! Until we find someone, I'm all you've got! Now hold still!'
Drusilla tried to get up from the bed, vaguely recognizing the crypt as the one she had lived in, but too weak with pain and fear to comment on it. She would orb to Leo...but Spike had said Leo was hurt too? Maybe Cole could help!
'No,' she said, her voice calmer. 'I'll orb to Cole...'
That was it! Spike didn't want to hear that bloody bastard's name! He was responsible for this, somehow, someway!
Spike decided that the only way this was going to happen, is if he knocked Drusilla out. As she tried to get up, Spike balled up his fist.
'Sorry, luv.' he said, before punching her in the face! She fell back onto the pillows, unconscious. Spike used part of the bed cover to wrap around the base of the arrow. If this was poison, he didn't know how it affected vampires!
Spike slowly, yet gingerly, pulled the arrow out of her arm and tossed it aside. He then grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and took off the pillow case, ripping it. He used it to bandage her arm. After he dressed the wound, he laid down next to Drusilla and wrapped his arms around her. They laid there together in spoon fashion. Hopefully, help would be coming soon.
****
'Drusilla was hit in the cemetery! Spike's with her now in a crypt.'
Phoebe stood up. She had been sitting next to Leo, who they had moved to a couch. He was unconscious.
'This is no coincidence! Someone wanted our White Lighters down for some reason!'
Angel gave her a gentle glance.
'Someone?'
Phoebe threw up her hands!
'Fine! Cole! He's responsible for every bad thing that's been going on in our lives so far! I don't understand Drusilla being hit then, since it will probably turn her against him.'
Angel raised a brow.
'Then maybe something good can come of it.' he answered, eyeing Leo. He was lying on a couch. He was also weak and sweating profusely. A frantic Wesley came running in with a book. Phoebe and Angel met him half way the room.
'Did you find something?' Angel asked.
'No...at least not really. I have an ancient book on White Lighters and the Elders. It basically says what we already know. That a White Lighter can only be healed by another White Lighter, or possibly someone with White Lighter blood in them. Someone definitely knew what they were doing here.'
'So, everyone that could help is out of the question.' Angel surmised with a calm he did not feel. This could not be happening! Drusilla could not have been given a second chance, only to have it snatched away like this! Phoebe could not lose her sister...Piper could not lose her sister and her husband! They had to find another way!
'But, we have forgotten someone.' Wesley said.
Phoebe looked at Angel.
'Well the only person I can think of is Paige's father, Sam. I mean I hate to say this, but he falls off the wagon a lot.'
'He drinks?' Angel asked. Wesley raised a brow.
'Yes...he never got over losing our mother as his charge...it's a long story. He's iffy Wesley. I mean he may not be in a gutter somewhere...'
'Actually, Phoebe, I was thinking of baby Wyatt.' Wesley answered calmly.
Now, Phoebe raised a brow.
'Wyatt? Uh, I don't know...'
But Angel was nodding!
'He would have White Lighter in him. That makes sense.'
Phoebe looked up at Angel.
'Okay, yes it makes sense, but he's only a baby. When he does use his powers it's for mischief! He doesn't mean any harm, he just doesn't know how to control them. I mean he's conjured up things he's seen on TV! I just don't see how he's going to know how to heal everyone.'
Wesley opened the book.
'According to this book, there is another method to curing a White Lighter, or someone with White Lighter blood, that's been hit with an arrow from a Dark Lighter. If they are injected with the blood from a fellow, healthy White Lighter, then that should cure them as well. The poison Dru, Paige and Leo have ingested, would cancel them out as far as helping one another.'
Phoebe looked from Wesley, to Angel. That sounded like it would work.
But Angel looked back at Leo, who looked deathly pale. Angel then spoke.
'What kind of window are we looking at here? I mean we have no one here that can transport us to Wyatt and Paige, then to Leo and Dru, in a timely manner.'
Suddenly, Cole shimmered into the room. Phoebe jumped! Wesley slammed the book shut and Angel walked over to confront him.
'What the hell are you doing here?' Angel asked in a tight voice. Phoebe just shook her head at him.
Cole saw Leo on the couch, then looked at Phoebe.
'I came here looking for Dru. What happened to Leo?'
'You know what happened, Cole! You sicced Dark Lighters on Leo, Paige and your newest girlfriend. Boy, I guess this will be a wake up call for her, huh?!' Phoebe snapped.
Cole's eyes widened!
'I had nothing to do with this! Why would I summon Dark Lighters?!'
'Why did you burn down Piper's club?' Angel asked sarcastically. Cole refrained from smirking at his newest foe for Phoebe's affections. He had quite a big surprise in store for Angelus here! Fiathna was more helpful than she would ever know!
But Cole played it cool.
'How many times do I have to tell people that I did not burn down Piper's club! Look, forget all of that! What are you going to do to help Dru? Where is she? Who's with her?'
Angel folded his arms.
'Spike is with her, so she'll be fine.'
'That vampire trash? No! Dru can't stand him! I'll find her and bring her back here!'
'Actually,' Wesley interrupted, 'if you're really serious about helping, then you can be of some service.'
Cole looked Paige's nerdy looking boyfriend up and down.
'Anything!' Cole insisted.
Angel and Phoebe turned to confer with Wesley.
'What are you thinking?' Angel asked.
'We can't trust him!' Phoebe insisted.
'We don't have a choice. He can transport faster than any of our cars can. I'm going to go get some syringes from the lab. He's going to transport me to Piper, where I will draw blood from Wyatt and cure Paige. Then, we'll shimmer back here and cure Leo, then we'll shimmer to the crypt and inject Dru.'
Angel glanced back at Belthazor, who was pacing.
'You think he'll go for it?' Angel asked no on in particular. Phoebe nodded grimly.
'Anything to look like the good guy.' she said tiredly.
****
Spike would never know what had awakened him. But when he opened his eyes, he realized that Dru was not in his arms on the bed. He sat up.
She was in the middle of the room, spinning around! She then stopped and looked at him and began to laugh. Spike sat up even straighter. The way Dru was laughing, reminded him of how she used to be, when she was mad.
'Dru? Come back over here and lay down now. Angel will be bringing help soon. You want to be well rested, don't you?'
But Drusilla stomped her feet and grinned at him wildly! She then raised her arms above her head and began to stomp around like a Spanish Gypsy.
'Let's go to Spain, my darling!' she began to coo. Spike noted that her wound had come undone, and that her arm was bleeding profusely. He jumped up and walked over to her.
'You hated Spain the last time we were there, luv. Now, let's get you back into bed so you can get nice and rested.' he said in a patient voice that he had always used with her before, back in the day, when she was like this 24/7.
But Drusilla shirked away from him and grinned madly! It was as if she hadn't noticed the blood that had soiled her yellow sweat suit, or felt any pain. Spike reached out for her other arm and tried to steer her back towards the bed. Dru wrapped both of her arms around him.
'Birdies brought us here...sparrows with black wings...over rooftops like skeleton heads...'
Spike reached down and picked her up, figuring that that would be faster. He set her back down on the bed. Her big eyes began to get heavy. She looked up at him sorrowfully.
'You don't want to pop the Slayer's eyes out of her sockets, do you? Pop them out like grapes...because you love her....'
Dru's eyes closed again and Spike tried to quell his growing fear. To hear her sounding like this again, when she was doing so well human and healthy...for a moment, he found himself wondering what she had been like before Angelus had driven her mad. What had her life been like? Had she ever been in love?
He told himself that it was the fever. He told himself that once Angel sent help, Dru would be her normal, new self again.
Then again, Spike thought, the fever had made her more affectionate towards him. He smiled to himself. That had not been a demon talking just now. That had been the real Dru that he knew and loved. The one that he knew still loved him, but was just hurt by his betrayal of their love.
Only Spike didn't see it as a betrayal. They had broken up, he had fallen in love with someone else. He would never apologize for loving Buffy. In many ways, she had made him the man he was today. And it was this man, the man he was right now, that wanted Dru to give him a chance to see what their lives could be like, minus the feeding, murder and hiding. A chance to live semi-normal lives. A chance for William, not 'Spike', to know human Drusilla.
Spike felt her forehead and realized she was still burning up with fever. He reached down for the bedspread and ripped a few more strips of it off, in order to bind Dru's wound once again. He noted as he touched her, that she was still burning up with fever.
Spike then made a decision. He didn't know if it was the right one, but it was all he could think to do for her. He very carefully began removing Dru's clothes. Her top was tricky because of the wound, but he managed to get that off too. He tossed her pale jump suit onto the crypt floor, then reached down to remove her underclothes as well. Dru's eyes did not open, nor did she stir.
Spike then began removing his own clothing. He was dead....and cold. He had no cold cloths to bathe her in, but, maybe his lack of body temperature, might just provide his darling, with a little bit of 'cold comfort'.
Once his clothes were removed, he pulled Drusilla into his arms and wrapped them around her tightly, hoping and praying that he would be able to cool her fever down, with his body alone.
****
Piper was wiping Paige's forehead with a wet cloth. She glanced over at Wyatt, who was now able to stand. He was staring at his mother and gravely ill aunt, from inside his playpen.
'Paige, you have to hold on! I'm going to call Phoebe and Angel and find out what's going on!' Piper said, her hands shaking. They had all been through tough times before. Times when they had thought they would lose one another. And they had almost always pulled through before...with the exception of when Prue died.
Piper left the cloth on Paige's head, and reached for the portable phone. It rang before she could put her hands on it. She snatched it up and hit on.
'Hello, Phoebe?'
'Piper, it's me. How is Paige?' Phoebe asked frantically.
'Dying! Tell me Leo is still holding on?!' Piper cried, trying to blink back tears.
'Yes, Piper, Angel and I are taking good care of him.' Phoebe said soothingly, looking over at Leo. Harmony had just handed Angel another wet cloth. The perky blonde seemed quite curious about what was going on.
'I can't lose my husband and my sister, Phoebe! I can't! I barely survived Prue's death...I couldn't take this!' Piper began to sob.
'Honey, I need for you to listen to me: Wesley thinks he has found a way to cure Leo, Paige and Dru. But you're going to have to trust him, okay?'
'Anything! Anything if it will save everyone! But Paige doesn't have much time....he won't get here in time!'
It was at that moment, that Cole shimmered into the house with Wesley. Piper, sensing their presence, turned around and dropped the phone. She stood up, glaring at Cole.
'Get the hell out of here!' Piper hissed. Wesley had moved past Piper and over to Paige, who was lying on a couch. Her eyes fluttered, as he touched her burning forehead.
'Wesley?' she asked weakly. Wesley smiled gently at her, but inside, he was scared to death. He has recently lost Fred, the love of his life. And while he did not know if he loved Paige, he did know he could not imagine a life without her.
'Hold fast, dear. All will be well soon.' Wesley said soothingly. Paige stared at him.
'Why can't you just speak plain English?' she asked softly, smiling through her pain. Wesley turned to run interference between Piper and Cole.
'Piper...'
'Why is this bastard here?!'
'Piper, do you use that type of language in front of your kid?' Cole asked calmly, looking at Wyatt. Wyatt looked at him and his protection shield went over his play pen. Wesley looked at Piper.
'What is that?' he asked.
'That's Wyatt's protection shield. Paige and Phoebe helped create it to keep DEMONS and other filth from snatching Wyatt! Why is he here, Wesley?'
'Piper, listen to me: Cole is the only person around that can transport me quickly to help Paige here, Leo and Dru. We need some of Wyatt's blood.' Wesley announced, holding up a syringe.
Piper began shaking her head wildly!
'What?! No! He's just a baby! What are you talking about?!'
'Piper, someone with White Lighter blood is needed to help Leo, Paige and Dru. If the blood of a healthy White Lighter, is injected into one that's been poisoned by a Dark Lighter, then, everything should be alright. But I do need to draw Wyatt's blood.'
'And I will be transporting Wesley to everyone. I did not do this, Piper. I wouldn't do something like this. I love Dru.' Cole said quietly.
'Oh please!' Piper yelled, shaking her head. 'My family could be dying and you're still talking crap! I don't want to hear anything from you!'
Cole held up his hands in surrender and looked around, his eyes falling upon Wyatt again. Wyatt was still staring at him from within the confines of his shield.
'You're just drawing blood, right? My son won't be hurt in anyway?' Piper asked.
'I promise, he won't be hurt. But we don't have much time left.' Wesley said quietly. Piper nodded and Wesley and her approached Wyatt's playpen. His shield came down and Piper reached in to pick up Wyatt.
'Wesley, you have to promise me something.'
Wesley nodded, as he turned away to prepare a syringe.
'Yes, anything.'
'When you cure Paige, you go to Leo, then Dru.'
Wesley took a deep breath.
'I guess the order won't make much difference....'
'Promise me!'
'Piper, I'll try, but I really am at Cole's mercy here. He is the one with the shimmering ability. Chances are he'll want to save Drusilla first before Leo.'
Piper said nothing, as Wesley began to prepare Wyatt's little arm.
Spike had pulled Drusilla's cellphone out of her pocket, as she lay writhing in pain. He held it with one hand, while he listened to Angel on the other end.
'Alright! I'll pull the arrow out! What next?!'
'Spike, the arrow is poisonous! Leo has been hit and Wesley just got ahold of Paige and found out from Piper, that a Dark Lighter showed up at the house and shot Paige as well.'
'A bloody ambush! All of the White Lighter's have been taken out!' Spike hissed, suspecting Belthazor.
'No one has been taken out! We'll find a way to save everyone! Just try and keep Dru as comfortable as possible until I call you back, okay?'
'That's all I can do, I guess.' Spike said, his heart heavy. He hung up and tossed the phone aside. This crypt was already well furnished and it was obvious that a vamp lived here. Spike would just have to kill whoever the owner was when they returned.
'Hold still, Dru. I have to pull the arrow out.'
'NO!' she screamed. The pain was beyond horrible.
'Dru, there's bloody poison in that arrow!' he argued, reached for the arrow that was jutting out of her arm.
'NO! GET LEO!' she screamed again, not willing to go through anymore pain.
'Leo has been hurt too, luv! And Paige! Until we find someone, I'm all you've got! Now hold still!'
Drusilla tried to get up from the bed, vaguely recognizing the crypt as the one she had lived in, but too weak with pain and fear to comment on it. She would orb to Leo...but Spike had said Leo was hurt too? Maybe Cole could help!
'No,' she said, her voice calmer. 'I'll orb to Cole...'
That was it! Spike didn't want to hear that bloody bastard's name! He was responsible for this, somehow, someway!
Spike decided that the only way this was going to happen, is if he knocked Drusilla out. As she tried to get up, Spike balled up his fist.
'Sorry, luv.' he said, before punching her in the face! She fell back onto the pillows, unconscious. Spike used part of the bed cover to wrap around the base of the arrow. If this was poison, he didn't know how it affected vampires!
Spike slowly, yet gingerly, pulled the arrow out of her arm and tossed it aside. He then grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and took off the pillow case, ripping it. He used it to bandage her arm. After he dressed the wound, he laid down next to Drusilla and wrapped his arms around her. They laid there together in spoon fashion. Hopefully, help would be coming soon.
****
'Drusilla was hit in the cemetery! Spike's with her now in a crypt.'
Phoebe stood up. She had been sitting next to Leo, who they had moved to a couch. He was unconscious.
'This is no coincidence! Someone wanted our White Lighters down for some reason!'
Angel gave her a gentle glance.
'Someone?'
Phoebe threw up her hands!
'Fine! Cole! He's responsible for every bad thing that's been going on in our lives so far! I don't understand Drusilla being hit then, since it will probably turn her against him.'
Angel raised a brow.
'Then maybe something good can come of it.' he answered, eyeing Leo. He was lying on a couch. He was also weak and sweating profusely. A frantic Wesley came running in with a book. Phoebe and Angel met him half way the room.
'Did you find something?' Angel asked.
'No...at least not really. I have an ancient book on White Lighters and the Elders. It basically says what we already know. That a White Lighter can only be healed by another White Lighter, or possibly someone with White Lighter blood in them. Someone definitely knew what they were doing here.'
'So, everyone that could help is out of the question.' Angel surmised with a calm he did not feel. This could not be happening! Drusilla could not have been given a second chance, only to have it snatched away like this! Phoebe could not lose her sister...Piper could not lose her sister and her husband! They had to find another way!
'But, we have forgotten someone.' Wesley said.
Phoebe looked at Angel.
'Well the only person I can think of is Paige's father, Sam. I mean I hate to say this, but he falls off the wagon a lot.'
'He drinks?' Angel asked. Wesley raised a brow.
'Yes...he never got over losing our mother as his charge...it's a long story. He's iffy Wesley. I mean he may not be in a gutter somewhere...'
'Actually, Phoebe, I was thinking of baby Wyatt.' Wesley answered calmly.
Now, Phoebe raised a brow.
'Wyatt? Uh, I don't know...'
But Angel was nodding!
'He would have White Lighter in him. That makes sense.'
Phoebe looked up at Angel.
'Okay, yes it makes sense, but he's only a baby. When he does use his powers it's for mischief! He doesn't mean any harm, he just doesn't know how to control them. I mean he's conjured up things he's seen on TV! I just don't see how he's going to know how to heal everyone.'
Wesley opened the book.
'According to this book, there is another method to curing a White Lighter, or someone with White Lighter blood, that's been hit with an arrow from a Dark Lighter. If they are injected with the blood from a fellow, healthy White Lighter, then that should cure them as well. The poison Dru, Paige and Leo have ingested, would cancel them out as far as helping one another.'
Phoebe looked from Wesley, to Angel. That sounded like it would work.
But Angel looked back at Leo, who looked deathly pale. Angel then spoke.
'What kind of window are we looking at here? I mean we have no one here that can transport us to Wyatt and Paige, then to Leo and Dru, in a timely manner.'
Suddenly, Cole shimmered into the room. Phoebe jumped! Wesley slammed the book shut and Angel walked over to confront him.
'What the hell are you doing here?' Angel asked in a tight voice. Phoebe just shook her head at him.
Cole saw Leo on the couch, then looked at Phoebe.
'I came here looking for Dru. What happened to Leo?'
'You know what happened, Cole! You sicced Dark Lighters on Leo, Paige and your newest girlfriend. Boy, I guess this will be a wake up call for her, huh?!' Phoebe snapped.
Cole's eyes widened!
'I had nothing to do with this! Why would I summon Dark Lighters?!'
'Why did you burn down Piper's club?' Angel asked sarcastically. Cole refrained from smirking at his newest foe for Phoebe's affections. He had quite a big surprise in store for Angelus here! Fiathna was more helpful than she would ever know!
But Cole played it cool.
'How many times do I have to tell people that I did not burn down Piper's club! Look, forget all of that! What are you going to do to help Dru? Where is she? Who's with her?'
Angel folded his arms.
'Spike is with her, so she'll be fine.'
'That vampire trash? No! Dru can't stand him! I'll find her and bring her back here!'
'Actually,' Wesley interrupted, 'if you're really serious about helping, then you can be of some service.'
Cole looked Paige's nerdy looking boyfriend up and down.
'Anything!' Cole insisted.
Angel and Phoebe turned to confer with Wesley.
'What are you thinking?' Angel asked.
'We can't trust him!' Phoebe insisted.
'We don't have a choice. He can transport faster than any of our cars can. I'm going to go get some syringes from the lab. He's going to transport me to Piper, where I will draw blood from Wyatt and cure Paige. Then, we'll shimmer back here and cure Leo, then we'll shimmer to the crypt and inject Dru.'
Angel glanced back at Belthazor, who was pacing.
'You think he'll go for it?' Angel asked no on in particular. Phoebe nodded grimly.
'Anything to look like the good guy.' she said tiredly.
****
Spike would never know what had awakened him. But when he opened his eyes, he realized that Dru was not in his arms on the bed. He sat up.
She was in the middle of the room, spinning around! She then stopped and looked at him and began to laugh. Spike sat up even straighter. The way Dru was laughing, reminded him of how she used to be, when she was mad.
'Dru? Come back over here and lay down now. Angel will be bringing help soon. You want to be well rested, don't you?'
But Drusilla stomped her feet and grinned at him wildly! She then raised her arms above her head and began to stomp around like a Spanish Gypsy.
'Let's go to Spain, my darling!' she began to coo. Spike noted that her wound had come undone, and that her arm was bleeding profusely. He jumped up and walked over to her.
'You hated Spain the last time we were there, luv. Now, let's get you back into bed so you can get nice and rested.' he said in a patient voice that he had always used with her before, back in the day, when she was like this 24/7.
But Drusilla shirked away from him and grinned madly! It was as if she hadn't noticed the blood that had soiled her yellow sweat suit, or felt any pain. Spike reached out for her other arm and tried to steer her back towards the bed. Dru wrapped both of her arms around him.
'Birdies brought us here...sparrows with black wings...over rooftops like skeleton heads...'
Spike reached down and picked her up, figuring that that would be faster. He set her back down on the bed. Her big eyes began to get heavy. She looked up at him sorrowfully.
'You don't want to pop the Slayer's eyes out of her sockets, do you? Pop them out like grapes...because you love her....'
Dru's eyes closed again and Spike tried to quell his growing fear. To hear her sounding like this again, when she was doing so well human and healthy...for a moment, he found himself wondering what she had been like before Angelus had driven her mad. What had her life been like? Had she ever been in love?
He told himself that it was the fever. He told himself that once Angel sent help, Dru would be her normal, new self again.
Then again, Spike thought, the fever had made her more affectionate towards him. He smiled to himself. That had not been a demon talking just now. That had been the real Dru that he knew and loved. The one that he knew still loved him, but was just hurt by his betrayal of their love.
Only Spike didn't see it as a betrayal. They had broken up, he had fallen in love with someone else. He would never apologize for loving Buffy. In many ways, she had made him the man he was today. And it was this man, the man he was right now, that wanted Dru to give him a chance to see what their lives could be like, minus the feeding, murder and hiding. A chance to live semi-normal lives. A chance for William, not 'Spike', to know human Drusilla.
Spike felt her forehead and realized she was still burning up with fever. He reached down for the bedspread and ripped a few more strips of it off, in order to bind Dru's wound once again. He noted as he touched her, that she was still burning up with fever.
Spike then made a decision. He didn't know if it was the right one, but it was all he could think to do for her. He very carefully began removing Dru's clothes. Her top was tricky because of the wound, but he managed to get that off too. He tossed her pale jump suit onto the crypt floor, then reached down to remove her underclothes as well. Dru's eyes did not open, nor did she stir.
Spike then began removing his own clothing. He was dead....and cold. He had no cold cloths to bathe her in, but, maybe his lack of body temperature, might just provide his darling, with a little bit of 'cold comfort'.
Once his clothes were removed, he pulled Drusilla into his arms and wrapped them around her tightly, hoping and praying that he would be able to cool her fever down, with his body alone.
****
Piper was wiping Paige's forehead with a wet cloth. She glanced over at Wyatt, who was now able to stand. He was staring at his mother and gravely ill aunt, from inside his playpen.
'Paige, you have to hold on! I'm going to call Phoebe and Angel and find out what's going on!' Piper said, her hands shaking. They had all been through tough times before. Times when they had thought they would lose one another. And they had almost always pulled through before...with the exception of when Prue died.
Piper left the cloth on Paige's head, and reached for the portable phone. It rang before she could put her hands on it. She snatched it up and hit on.
'Hello, Phoebe?'
'Piper, it's me. How is Paige?' Phoebe asked frantically.
'Dying! Tell me Leo is still holding on?!' Piper cried, trying to blink back tears.
'Yes, Piper, Angel and I are taking good care of him.' Phoebe said soothingly, looking over at Leo. Harmony had just handed Angel another wet cloth. The perky blonde seemed quite curious about what was going on.
'I can't lose my husband and my sister, Phoebe! I can't! I barely survived Prue's death...I couldn't take this!' Piper began to sob.
'Honey, I need for you to listen to me: Wesley thinks he has found a way to cure Leo, Paige and Dru. But you're going to have to trust him, okay?'
'Anything! Anything if it will save everyone! But Paige doesn't have much time....he won't get here in time!'
It was at that moment, that Cole shimmered into the house with Wesley. Piper, sensing their presence, turned around and dropped the phone. She stood up, glaring at Cole.
'Get the hell out of here!' Piper hissed. Wesley had moved past Piper and over to Paige, who was lying on a couch. Her eyes fluttered, as he touched her burning forehead.
'Wesley?' she asked weakly. Wesley smiled gently at her, but inside, he was scared to death. He has recently lost Fred, the love of his life. And while he did not know if he loved Paige, he did know he could not imagine a life without her.
'Hold fast, dear. All will be well soon.' Wesley said soothingly. Paige stared at him.
'Why can't you just speak plain English?' she asked softly, smiling through her pain. Wesley turned to run interference between Piper and Cole.
'Piper...'
'Why is this bastard here?!'
'Piper, do you use that type of language in front of your kid?' Cole asked calmly, looking at Wyatt. Wyatt looked at him and his protection shield went over his play pen. Wesley looked at Piper.
'What is that?' he asked.
'That's Wyatt's protection shield. Paige and Phoebe helped create it to keep DEMONS and other filth from snatching Wyatt! Why is he here, Wesley?'
'Piper, listen to me: Cole is the only person around that can transport me quickly to help Paige here, Leo and Dru. We need some of Wyatt's blood.' Wesley announced, holding up a syringe.
Piper began shaking her head wildly!
'What?! No! He's just a baby! What are you talking about?!'
'Piper, someone with White Lighter blood is needed to help Leo, Paige and Dru. If the blood of a healthy White Lighter, is injected into one that's been poisoned by a Dark Lighter, then, everything should be alright. But I do need to draw Wyatt's blood.'
'And I will be transporting Wesley to everyone. I did not do this, Piper. I wouldn't do something like this. I love Dru.' Cole said quietly.
'Oh please!' Piper yelled, shaking her head. 'My family could be dying and you're still talking crap! I don't want to hear anything from you!'
Cole held up his hands in surrender and looked around, his eyes falling upon Wyatt again. Wyatt was still staring at him from within the confines of his shield.
'You're just drawing blood, right? My son won't be hurt in anyway?' Piper asked.
'I promise, he won't be hurt. But we don't have much time left.' Wesley said quietly. Piper nodded and Wesley and her approached Wyatt's playpen. His shield came down and Piper reached in to pick up Wyatt.
'Wesley, you have to promise me something.'
Wesley nodded, as he turned away to prepare a syringe.
'Yes, anything.'
'When you cure Paige, you go to Leo, then Dru.'
Wesley took a deep breath.
'I guess the order won't make much difference....'
'Promise me!'
'Piper, I'll try, but I really am at Cole's mercy here. He is the one with the shimmering ability. Chances are he'll want to save Drusilla first before Leo.'
Piper said nothing, as Wesley began to prepare Wyatt's little arm.