The Wrong Kind of Hero

Disclaimer: I do not own the Charmed characters… this story is for entertainment only.

Chapter 2: Cole

Piper was going through her closet trying to decide what to wear. She picked up an old boot. "Where did this come from?" she asked herself as she threw it out of the closet. Paige walked in just as the boot went flying, and had to duck to miss being hit.

"Hey Piper, cleaning up your closet?" Paige asked, smiling at her sister.

"No, I'm trying to decide what to wear tonight, I am going to go check out that new club, the one that's been taking some of the business from P3. I think it is called Cobra. I'm hoping to find out what they have, and give P3 a fresh look," Piper paused for a moment. "Phoebe was going to come with me, but she got a date at the last second. Do you want to come? You can bring a date?"

"Sorry Piper, I wish I could, but I'm going out with this new guy I just met, and I don't want the first date to be an undercover mission to spy on the competition," Paige said with a grin.

"Ok, so whose the lucky guy? " Piper asked as she pulled out a black skirt and red tank top.

"His name is Steven, I met him at P3 about a week ago, and he finally called me this morning," Paige said.

"I hope it goes well then. I'm probably not going to stay at this place long, I don't like the idea of going alone, " Piper said.

"Wait and I will go with you tomorrow night," Paige told her.

Piper smiled. "I'll get it over with tonight. I don't plan on hanging out there. I just want to get a feel for what is popular right now."

"I'll see you when I get home then," Paige said leaning over and kissing Piper's cheek before leaving the room.

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Piper spun around as she studied herself in the mirror, she usually didn't put much stock in looks, but she had to admit she looked good tonight. The red tank top accented her dark hair, which she left down over her shoulders. She just wished Leo were here to go with her. Piper sighed at the thought of Leo, he'd only been gone two days, and she was feeling lost. How could she get through the next twenty-eight days?

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Piper had to admit Cobra was a pretty awesome club. The bar was twice as big as P3's. The dance floor was bigger with white and red lights underneath it. There were more tables, and all the cocktail girls had little costumes. Piper sighed; she didn't want P3 to become like this. She set her drink down as she got up to find the restroom.

When Piper came back to her seat, there was a blonde guy sitting at the stool beside her's. "Hi," he said, grinning at her.

"Hi," Piper replied, turning her head away from him to let him know she wasn't interested.

"What's your name?" he asked her, not taking the hint.

"Piper Wyatt, MRS Piper Wyatt," she said, putting empathize on the Mrs. part.

"Your very pretty Piper," the blonde said. "My name is Todd, by the way. "

Piper rolled her eyes; obviously Todd wasn't going to take the hint. 'time to go home' she thought as she grabbed her purse and stood up.

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Cole Turner pulled up in front of the club and gave his keys to the valet. He was excited to get inside. It had been months since he had been to a club, every since the divorce. He knew he wasn't welcome at P3, and there weren't any other clubs around. Cole couldn't believe his luck when he saw the sign for Cobra, a new nightclub, without the Halliwells.

Cole made his way through the pulsing bodies on the dance floor to get to the bar. After he ordered his drink, he took a seat at a table behind the bar.

Cole watched the couples out on the floor dancing. It reminded him of the time he and Phoebe had gone dancing at the little Latin bar. Cole was a horrible dancer, but Phoebe didn't seem to mind. She had been different then; sweet, loving, innocent. Nothing like the bitch she had become later. Cole sighed, he didn't want to start thinking about Phoebe again.

A blonde guy walking up to the bar caught his attention. The guy was checking out some brunette sitting at the bar alone. 'Nice legs,' Cole thought to himself as he watched her stir her drink. Just as the guy started to approach, the brunette got up, leaving her drink behind, and made her way to the restroom.

'Lucky girl,' Cole thought to himself 'you just avoided a real winner.' Cole continued to watch as the blonde guy sat down beside the brunettes drink. The guy looked around a few times and reached for her drink. He held it in front of him for a moment before returning it to its spot again.

Cole hadn't thought the couple was together, but obviously he was wrong. He was surprised though. The guy seems like a real loser, and the girl was a stunner. He had seen stranger couples though.

The brunette was walking back from the restroom; she had her head down as she walked across the floor. The pulsing lights were reflecting off her hair, making it shine.

"Wow," Cole whispered. He continued to watch her walk back to her seat, head down. The blonde was still there, and Cole watched as he started talking to the girl. She didn't seem interested, even turning away from him, sipping on her drink, and looking like she wanted to leave.

Maybe they were not together then, although if they were not than the blonde had no business drinking her drink. Cole sipped his own drink as he studied her brown hair. He had always had a thing for brunettes. Her hair was a soft brown, not a blonde-brown like Phoebe's had been. He winced at the thought, so much for a Phoebe free evening.

Finally the girl did get up, leaving her empty glass and a couple dollars tip on the bar. She started walking away from the blonde idiot, but he seemed to follow her. Cole watched the girl leave out of the side door, but the blonde guy went to the payphone. 'Guy finally took the hint,' Cole thought. ' I don't blame him for trying; she was really something to look at. '

Cole continued to watch the dance floor for a few moments. He looked back to the pay phones, and noticed the blonde was gone. Cole shook his head, some people were just idiots.

He looked back to the bar, and noticed the girls empty glass was still there. Suddenly Cole felt uneasy. He couldn't put his finger on what was wrong though.

The guy had taken a sip of the girls drink, but they didn't appear to be together. That was very strange. Why would he… Cole's eyes got big, he realized what he should have realized from the moment he saw the guy touch the glass, the guy hadn't drank from it, he had put something it, some kind of drug. The guy probably waited a few minutes for the drug to kick in, and he went out after the girl.

Cole jumped out of his char quickly, and fought the urge to shimmer outside and save the beautiful brunette. He couldn't shimmer, not in front of the club. Instead he ran as fast as he could thought the crowd, heading for the door the brunette walked out of, praying he was wrong.