I LOVE YOU, PIPER
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Summary of part 7:
- Cole's gone with the wind after killing Lychy to free Prue's soul.
- Piper finds out more about his concern for her in the past.
Part 8
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I'm Cole Turner
The Seer walked confidently to The Source's chamber where was lightened by a lot of huge torches, and The Source was seating in a stately way on his throne.
"My liege!" – The Seer prostrated before the supreme leader of the Underworld.
"You object my punishment to Belthazor?" – asked him raising his long-clawed hand.
"Because his life is still serviceable." – answered The Seer – "I told you Belthazor would kill The Lychy the day he was born over 100 years ago. But you didn't want to lose an efficient cadre like him."
The Source remembered he had got that warning right after Elizabeth'd presented her son to him. If The Seer had told Belthazor would threaten his throne, he wouldn't've hesitated to crash him in the egg. But The Seer'd just predicted he would've been the new Deputy Source. The fact that Belthazor had made a great contribution to his dynasty, and a very good menace to the good side.
"Until he murders my brother." – said him in his deep voice.
"It's his destiny, and you allow it." – emphasized Seer – "Upper level demons will slaughter each other for this place after you executed Belthazor. I see it's a chaotic situation."
"I'll set a bad precedent if I admit Belthazor as the new Deputy Source. Demons will assassinate their seniors to usurp their positions."
"We can spread rumour that Lychy manifested some disloyal signs and it's your order to kill him." – convinced Seer – "You can suppress them by giving Belthazor a few powers to show his majesty as the Deputy Source."
The Source pondered on it for a while, Lychy had just got his own powers as an upper level demon, and the Underworld hadn't really respected him with all their mind and heart. The consequence that they'd always furtively wanted to knock him off from his pedestral. He decided to give Belthazor some powers that woudn't increase his real strength but helpful to prove Deputy Source was not only an upper level demon.
"He can't be enthroned if he's dead." – said him.
"He won't. Belthazor is very strong." – insisted Seer.
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Cole was lying half asleep half awake in the mausoleum, he got several wounds over his body. The Seer shimmered in.
"Congratulations! You're becoming Deputy Source." – said her.
Cole opened his eyes, but the vision in front of him was dim.
"I've persuaded The Source that your highest aim is this place. Your coronation will be taken place as soon as you can attend." – informed her – "But I can't explain why you decided to kill him since we had agreed to wait at least 50 years later."
"I thought it's right time." – murmured him. He coughed into fits holding his chest.
The Seer got close to him and tore his shirt apart revealing a deadly wound.
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Phoebe was well dressed walking towards the door.
"Where are you going, Pheebs?" – asked Prue.
"P3, I think someone have to take care of it." – answered her.
"You look like having a date. Piper needs you now, Phoebe." – Prue winked at her sister.
"She's grieving for Cole. I can't share this sentiment with her you see. We don't know what's happening tomorrow. Let enjoy tonight, Prue." - smiled Phoebe.
She got out. Leo walked down from the stairs.
"Prue." – called him – "Can we talk?"
His wife nodded. He walked towards her, after a hesitant second, he said:
"I'm sorry. About the other day."
"Not your fault." – Prue didn't look at him.
"You don't forgive me?"
"You shouldn't've married me." – said her.
"Sorry." – his word sounded like a sigh.
"No. It's mine. I just thought of myself. I didn't care about your feeling."
"I don't deserve you." – said Leo – "But if you give us another chance."
"For what?" – asked Prue – "It won't work. We lack the most important thing to keep our marriage alive. Furthermore, Cole's gone now, you and Piper may have another chance together."
"I did think of it. But I thought of you before and after that. We can't get what we lost." – he shook his head – "Despite of how much I loved her, I want to fulfil my fate, my responsibilities."
"You're doing it very well, Leo." – said Prue – "Just pretend that we've settled it admicably. We can be good friends from now on. You don't think I can't find another good man, do you?"
He knew his wife was far from a sloppy woman. He felt guilty to her as much as he wanted to be free from his strained marriage. Leo never imagined he would be in such a situation.
He heard a ring – "They're calling me."
Prue nodded.
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Midnight,
Piper was sleeping in her room. She saw Cole was in the mausoleum bleeding badly in her dream. He looked very depressed.
"Cole!. . . Cole!" – called her.
She startled into opening her eyes.
Prue ran in sitting next to her.
"It's okay, sweetie. Just a nightmare." – comforted her.
"I saw Cole, he's still alive, but in precarious state." – said Piper in a quiver voice.
"Just a nightmare." – repeated Prue, she couldn't say he'd already been dead in her opinion.
"Maybe it's his message. He needs my help." – said Piper hopefully – "I'll go there."
She pulled the blanket out. Her sister kept her back.
"Where you want to go?"
"The mausoleum."
"Right now?" – asked Prue – "It's too late, Piper. We'll go tomorrow morning."
"He can't wait."
Suddenly, Cole shimmered in.
"I'm back." – grinned him.
Prue gasped, Piper couldn't believe in her own eyes.
"Hi, Prue!" – said him.
"Are you. . .?" – mumbled her.
"Okay? Yes, I am. Thank you very much." – he seemed to be in a good mood – "I think we'll talk later. Good night, Prue! I want to be alone with my wife now."
"Certainly." – grumbled Prue, she felt dizzy and didn't know how to think. She glanced at her sister then stood up walking out.
After the door was closed, Cole joined Piper in their bed, he hugged her tightly. She hadn't said anything until that, just held him in her arms trying to receive the fact that he was there with her, but she couldn't forget his distorted face in her dream. She pushed him back a little to take a careful look at him, his eyes were more ardent than ever, and his smile was still fresh on his lips. It's apparent that he himself was very happy to come back to her.
"Are you really fine?" – asked her.
"Let me show you how fine I am." – he kissed her passionately and started to undress her.
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20 minutes later,
Cole threw himself down on the bed, completely exhausted. Piper smiled slightly, they didn't make out too often, but they had always lingered those sweet moments slow and long. But she couldn't ask him to do it that night considering he's just recovered after the battle. His body got a lot of skinned-over wounds, his breath seemed heavier. She missed his caress after that, but Cole already fell asleep on her side. Piper pulled the blanket up and snuggled to him. She decided to talk to her family tomorrow that she loved Cole. What had happened told her steadily where her heart belonged to. She would ask Cole to leave the Underworld as well as help them to destroy The Source. She believed he would listen to his heart.
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Daybreak,
Cole was lying on the ground of the mausoleum, he's looking fiercely at the ring which he's holding on his hand then kissed it. A fit of coughing hit him, he hold his chest writhing in pain. The wedding ring still laid in his palm.
"Piper!" – whispered him.
Piper opened her eyes, that nightmare returned one more time. It couldn't be his message, because he'd come back to her. Those dreams had come since she'd been worring for him, but why they continued now. Piper tenderly took his hand to find his ring still there. He's supposed to wake up with just a light sound, but he's sleeping so soundly that he wasn't aware she's holding his hand.
"Piper!. . ."
She felt a chill along her spine hearing his voice in a breeze. Who's calling her???
"Cole?"
The breeze had passed by. There's no sound else.
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Piper got dressed and walked out to prepare breakfast. Cole was standing near the door. When she came to open it, he pulled her to his embrace.
"I miss you so much." – he kissed on her hair.
"Me too." – whispered her, she didn't want to hide her feeling anymore.
He nibbled her earlobe then down to her neck.
"I've already seen how fine you are." – joked her.
He chuckled, and led her back to their bed.
"Piper!. . ." – the mysterious voice sounded again.
"Not now, Cole!" – she felt creepy.
"Please!" – pleaded him.
She wasn't really aroused, but didn't want to break him. All of a sudden, she saw something look like a birth mark on his shoulder. Cole didn't have any of them.
"What's that?" – she stroked it.
"A scar. It'll vanish after it totally recovered." – he kissed on her lips.
Piper pushed him away.
"Sorry Cole!" – she thought something wasn't right, and adjusted her clothes.
When she walked away, he grabbed her wrist. She turned around to see his burning look. She had never seen him in such a overexcited state. His kisses, his touches was never fervent and hasty like that. He seemed to highly want her everytime.
"Everyone is waiting for breakfast." – said her.
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Piper was making pancakes in the kitchen. Perhaps she got a paranoia, she heard his voice call for her clearly again and again.
"Piper!. . ."
She closed her eyes. Cole was in her room upstairs, in a very good health, but what the hell was that voice??? It sounded absolutely as his.
Piper startled to find someone embrace her from behind. It's easy to realize him.
"Cole never did that before." – thought her, actually he had never showed any caressing manners to her outside their room. She carried a pile of dishes to the dining table, he helped her to put them on one by one while his left hand held around her waist.
"Where were you last week?" – asked her.
"The mausoleum."
"Lying on the ground bleeding?"
"You worried for me?" – smiled him happily, he found her lips but she turned to another direction.
She grabbed his left hand twiddling the ring.
"Did you ever take it off?" – asked Piper hoping what she'd seen was him in those days.
"Nope."
"Did you call my name?"
"I missed you all the time. But you're not my whitelighter."
It meant she had dreamed of another man who was calling for her. Not another man, another Cole.
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