A/N: Heya. Well, this is the last chapter I can post for a bit. Like I said last chapter, I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled and I highly doubt I'll be in the mood to post chapters. But fear not, I will return! Lol.

andy20, You'll find out soon enough! Well, not really since I can't post for a while. But, whatever. Lol.

ticktock44, All your questions will be answered in due time. Promise ;)

Enjoy people! And please, r&r!!

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Phoebe jumped from the couch, yelping because she had been startled and her ankle throbbed. She whirled around and came face to face with a woman, maybe in her early to middle twenties. She had on extremely low-hanging jeans and a tank top. Her hair was brown/black and down to just below her shoulders.

"Who the hell are you?" Phoebe demanded, crossing her arms. "And how dare you just walk into my house. Breaking and entering is illegal, you know?"

The girl simply laughed. "Your advice for Broken Hearted sucks. I think you're loosing your touch."

"And I think you're a smart-ass," Phoebe countered angrily. Who did this girl think she was?? She had broken into the Manor and now she was trying to give Phoebe advice on giving advice?? Some nerve!

But then another thought struck. Sure, the girl looked innocent enough. But what if she was a demon? Phoebe was alone and vulnerable, already weakened from a demon attack the night before. Her guard went up and she prepared herself just in case the girl attacked.

"Cool it, chic. I don't bite," the girl said, laughing. "Well, not usually."

"Who are you?" Phoebe demanded.

"I'm on your side," the girl replied simply, shrugging. "Well, actually, I'm not. But I'm not here to attack, either."

Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean? Who are you?"

The girl frowned, considering her answer carefully. "I've come to you from the future. I need to warn you of something."

"So, warn me and then get the hell out before I vanquish your sorry ass." Phoebe snapped, crossed her arms.

The girl frowned at her. "You can't resurrect Cole."

"What?" Phoebe cried, dumbfounded. "How did you know I was going to do that?"

"Future Girl, remember?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"Oh. Right," Phoebe muttered. "But why? I've already told him I would! Who are you to say I can't?"

"I'm the Future Source of All Evil," the girl grumbled angrily. She hadn't wanted to say that, but Phoebe had forced her to.

Phoebe's mouth dropped. "What? "

"You heard me," the girl snapped.

"You're the Source from the future, yet you don't want to attack me? I find that hard to believe," Phoebe argued.

The girl grew impatient. "Look, you're alive, right? If I had come back to kill you, you'd be dead already. But that's not why I'm here. I came here to stop you from bringing Belthazor back to life."

"But he isn't Belthazor anymore. He lost all his powers when we vanquished him and sent him to the Wasteland. He even told me, last time I summoned him, that he was powerless and good and-"

"And you believed him?" the girl asked, interrupting Phoebe. "How naive can you get?" She rolled her eyes.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's lying to you. He's more powerful than the first time you guys sent him to the Wasteland. If you bring him back, he'll attack you and your sisters. You're sisters will be extremely pissed off at you and Cole will become the Source," the girl replied in a very bored tone.

"But aren't you the Source?" Phoebe asked, frowning.

"A lot can happen in twenty-four years," the girl snapped in her defense. "Look, the point is, Cole's return was never supposed to be, but you brought him back and it altered the future events. If you bring him back, you're endangering everyone you love and even the ones you don't. Even Evil isn't safe with Cole back," the girl explained, choosing her words carefully.

"But why would you bother to come here, personally, to tell me this?" Phoebe asked, suspicion gleaming in her eyes. "Why should I believe you? You are evil remember? And evil never helps us unless the outcome is in their favor."

"Well this is different," the girl argued impatiently. She formed a fireball in her hand.

Phoebe gasped and jumped back, ready to dodge.

The girl sighed and made a fist, snuffing the fireball. "I told you, I'm not here to hurt you. I don't really give a damn about the Charmed Ones in all their glory. You aren't a threat to me in the future. I just want to stop you from bringing Cole back and if you don't agree, I'll go bring your sisters back here and get them to convince you that it's a stupid idea."

"Why would my sisters follow you back here?" Phoebe demanded skeptically, not worried at all by the girl's threat.

"Because I'll go to them and form a fireball in my damn hand and tell them I'm holding you prisoner at the house and if they don't come, I'll kill you. Then I'll leave before they can stop me from doing so," the girl replied casually, shrugging.

"Piper would freeze you," Phoebe countered.

"I have future magic advantage, remember? And I'm the Source, which triples my magic. Do you think your sister is really going to be able to freeze me?" She laughed as if this were a joke.

"Get the hell out of my house," Phoebe snapped.

"Does that mean you won't resurrect Cole?" the girl asked, watching her for any signs of a lie.

"No, it means get the hell out of my house," Phoebe replied bitterly.

The girl shook her head. "You don't know how important it is that you do this, do you? I'm not trying to talk you out of this for my own sick amusement. I'm doing it to fix the future. I might be evil but that doesn't mean I don't still care about things. Cole can't be brought back, do you understand? For the sake of your daughter, don't bring Cole back!"