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Here's chapter number 7! Hope everyone enjoys and please review!

"No!" Phoenix cried. She jumped in front of Piper without thinking and, at the same time, formed and hurled a fireball at the demon. His and her screams of pain mingled together as the athame cut into her flesh and her fireball hit him square in the chest. She fell to the ground at the same time he exploded into nothingness.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Piper muttered, quickly kneeling beside Phoenix. "It's okay. It'll be okay. Just hang on. PHOEBE! PAIGE! COME QUICK!"

In a heartbeat, Paige had orbed herself and Phoebe to Piper's side.

"Oh god, Phoenix!" Phoebe cried, sinking down beside her daughter – well, future daughter.

Taking ragged breaths, Phoenix tried to sit up. "Don't worry. I-I'll be fine. I'm a quick healer. I'm the Source remember? It takes more than a puny athame to take me down."

"What happened?" Phoebe asked Piper, tears in her eyes.

"Demon attack. He was a warlock, actually. He threw the athame at me, straight at my heart. But Phoenix jumped in front of me and threw a fireball at him," Piper replied softly.

With great difficulty, Phoenix sat up and gripped the dagger's handle. She took two deep, painful breaths before yanking it out. She shrieked, throwing the dagger into the air and to the side. Before it had a chance to land, she threw a fireball at it and it exploded into tiny pieces of dust.

Phoebe stood and held her hand out for Phoenix to take. Hesitating at first, the younger woman finally took her mother's hand and Phoebe helped Phoenix stand on shaky legs.

Piper and Paige stood as well, watching and waiting.

"I don't want to loose you, Phoenix. I know you've had a crappy life but at least you had a life," Phoebe began, holding back the fresh wave of tears that threatened to escape. "I know you say Cole is bad and he shouldn't live again. But I have to at least try. I know what's going to happen now and maybe I can stop it or change it. One thing's for sure, though. I'm not going to let you cease to exist. I can't and I won't. It would be like murdering my own flesh and blood."

Phoenix sighed. "Fine. Do as you wish. Resurrect Belthazor and let his evil reign upon you and your family. I came back to warn you and I did my job. The rest is up to you and your sisters. I can only hope you'll make the right choice."

"Phoebe, it's almost seven," Paige commented.

Phoebe nodded, her eyes never leaving Phoenix. "I'll make the right choice. Count on it."

"I know you will . . . mom," Phoenix replied, smiling slightly. "And whether I'm still in this time or back in my own, I'll know which choice you made."

"You aren't staying?" Phoebe asked, sounding hurt.

"No," Phoenix said, shaking her head. "I don't think so. But I don't know where to go. I can't return to my time until after midnight because I can't just show up and then fade away. But I can't really stay here because I don't belong. And the thought of seeing my father again disgusts me."

"I understand. But you're free to stay here," Phoebe told her, smiling. "Even if you stay down here while I perform the spell and, well, you know."

Phoenix made a face of disgust. "Ew. Please. It doesn't matter if you have normal parents or a witch and a demon as parents. Either way, hearing about that is completely nasty and unnecessary information that will scar a kid for the rest of his or her life."

"Or scar sisters for the rest of their lives," Paige added. "Because I so don't need to hear about your sex life," she told Phoebe. She looked at Piper. "Or yours, especially yours."

"Why especially mine?" Piper asked in a mock-offended tone.

"Because you're married with a kid and another kid on the way. It's weird talking to a married person about sex and kids and stuff," Paige replied.

"Well, Paige, how do you think I got pregnant?" Piper countered, smirking.

"Ew," Paige and Phoenix said in unison.

Phoebe laughed. "Well, some things don't change no matter how many years into the future you go." She sighed. "I have a few things I need to do – alone – before I begin the spell to bring Cole back. So you guys do . . . whatever and call me if you need me." She left the room.

"Wonder what she has to do alone?" Paige wondered, then made a face. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

Phoebe went to the kitchen and placed a pot on the stovetop. She rummaged in the cabinets until she found what she was looking for and brought all the ingredients out and placed them on the counter. She grabbed a very large knife out of the holder and set to work on her potion. Tears sprung in her eyes and she hated what she was going to do, but it was the only way to save the one she loved. It hurt that she had to make a choice between two very important people in her life. But, unfortunately, that was how it was and she couldn't change it.

She finished her potion and dripped some on the knife's blade, enough to cover the entire thing. It dried and formed an invisible coating. Holding it blade down, she went upstairs to her room. She locked the door and went to her bed. On the night table beside it sat a picture of her and Cole. Tears hit her eyes once again as she took the knife and slid it under her pillow. She then stood and pulled the piece of paper from her pocket that contained the spell to resurrect Cole. With a deep breath, she went to the attic.

She pulled out the same six candles she had used the previous day and formed a circle with them then lit them all. She went back to the trunk and picked out a few select herbs and brought them to the circle. She spilled some of each herb into or around the circle then covered the containers and placed them back in the trunk. She then walked to the podium holding the Book of Shadows and stood by its side. She glanced down at the paper in her hand then at her watch. It was already close to eight. How was it that time seemed to be flying?

She took a deep breath and began to chant:

"Vanquished by we witches three,

My lover rests on the other side.

Bring him back, alive and well, to be with me.

Bring him back so he can be mine.

As I wish, so mote it be."

The room began to shake slightly. Phoebe grabbed the podium to steady herself. She watched in awe as the same black mist from the previous night appeared within the confines of the circle of candles. But the mist was accompanied by something else, although Phoebe wasn't sure what it was. She watched in awe as the mist and the something else intertwined, forming a human shape.

A huge burst of wind snuffed out the candles flickering flames. The attic became eerily silent. Then a loud, painful scream filled the attic and a loud thump shook the floor again.

Phoebe hurried to the attic door and flipped the light switch – somehow, the lights had gone out at the same time as the candles. Bracing herself, she turned and looked back at the circle of candles.

Within the circle stood Cole, solid as ever. And alive as ever.