Disclaimer: See before chapters, from now on I'm not writing this. It's
annoying, really annoying.
Authors Note: Sorry for the delay. Christmas vacation and all that. Review please. Anonymous reviews are excepted now, I didn't even realize they weren't allowed before. Part of this chapter, I got my idea from a Smallville episode. So, don't sue me on that either.
Phoebe awoke to the faint beeping sound to her left and her head pounding. She tried to sit up, but dizziness overcame her as she plopped back down. Tubes ran through her nostrils and other ones ran along her hands. Her ragged breaths echoed in the small room. The door opened slowly as Cole stepped in.
"Hey, you're awake!" exclaimed Cole while running to the bed, soda can in hand. "I just went out for a soda! You can have it though." The soda can was dropped delicately into her hands, as Cole looked at her as like a little boy staring at his favorite toy.
"Thank you! What happened? Where am I?"
"Sandra tried to kill you, because she wanted me to herself. I got to the alley in time before she finished you off with an energy ball. Instead, I finished her off, then brought you here. To the hospital!"
"But, you know Leo's a whitelighter. Why didn't you bring me to him, instead? I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, because I am, grateful, I mean."
"If I had brought you to Leo, they would have asked how I knew and if I told the truth, they'd vanquish me on the spot. If I lied and said you told me, then you would be in trouble. I thought the safest spot to bring you would be here."
Phoebe smiled at his rambling, noticing worry in his eyes that he had tried to keep hidden. "Thank you!" Phoebe said adoringly, wondering how a demon could be so nice to her or save her life so many times.
"You're okay right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, now. How long have I been here?"
"Couple of hours. I didn't contact your sisters yet."
"I don't want to see them just yet."
"Hey, someone you know came in about an hour ago. Clay, your ex from New York, came in on a stretcher with a lot of bruises and open cuts. I heard the doctor say that he was caught up in a fight between two bikers and her got a lot of metal in his veins. Pretty weird huh?"
"Yeah, is he okay?"
"Not sure, didn't hear anything else besides that."
The door once again squeaked open to reveal a doctor. "Good, Ms. Halliwell, you're awake," the doctor replied, walking toward her looking down at his clipboard. "Any pains, Ms. Halliwell!"
"None!" Phoebe exclaimed, happy to be alive and have Cole next to her.
"Okay, I'll be back soon," the doctor stated, already shutting the door behind him.
A pain shot to Phoebe's stomach, and her hand flew there. Until then she had not noticed the huge Band-Aid on her abdomen. No doubt that there were stitches underneath.
"The baby, the baby is okay, right?" stammered Phoebe, afraid of the answer.
"The baby's fine!" Cole hastily replied, not wanting her to worry.
"Great! Can we talk about us? I mean, we were together, then we broke up. Then we made-out at The Heat, and we're having a baby. I want to know where we stand."
"We can't be together, for obvious reasons," Cole hesitated saying, hoping she would fight him, but to his disappointment, she didn't.
"I guess you're right."
Once again, to Phoebe's irritation, the door opened. Clay hobbled in, crutches at his side and a large white bandage on his forehead. "Phoebe, the doctor's told me you were in here," Clay exclaimed, a happy smile curling at his lips.
"Hey, Clay!" answered Phoebe, faking happiness. He strode over to her side of the bed.
"I was wondering if, maybe, we could, you know, go out on a date tomorrow?" Clay proposed his heart full of hope.
"Oh, I don't think." Phoebe was cut off by Clay's hand grasping hers. Energy surged through his veins, transporting into hers. Her mind began to be clouded so she couldn't think clearly anymore. When she stared at Clay, she saw him in a new light. She found him more attractive than he was before. Everything else in the room seemed to dissolve as she stared into Clay's eyes. Before, Phoebe was about to reject him because of her feelings for Cole, but now she wanted to spend every moment in his arms. "Sure why not!"
Cole looked dumbfounded as he heard Phoebe's answer, now afraid that he had lost Phoebe forever.
Twenty minutes later, Phoebe was released and Cole helped her out, still somewhat angry.
"Are you angry?" Phoebe questioned Cole as they walked out of the hospital.
"Just a little."
"You shouldn't be, because last I checked we aren't together."
"I know, it's just a little weird. I got to go!"
Cole walked away, jealousy weighing down his heart.
Later that day, Cole went to P3 to see Phoebe. He noticed her serving the bar with a smile on her face. Music echoed around the room. Cole was about to walk over until he noticed Clay and Phoebe walking out of the club.
Cole decided to follow them, hoping that nothing happened between the two of them. Clay owned a red pickup truck that rode down a back road. The red pickup drove to an abandoned carnival. Clay and Phoebe got out and walked up to the rusted Ferris Wheel, while Cole lurked in a corner.
"Can I tell you something?" Clay asked, staring at Phoebe with sparks in his eyes.
"Sure, anything," Phoebe answered.
"I can turn stuff on, anything," Clay exclaimed, walking to the Ferris Wheel. "Watch!" Clay placed his hands on the base of it, closing his eyes concentrating. The lights on it began to light up and it roared to life.
"So cool!" Phoebe exclaimed, striding to Clay's side. "Let's ride on it." They jumped on one of the carts and started riding up and up and up.
In the shadows Cole thought about what Clay just said. He had said that 'I can turn stuff on'. What if he could turn people's emotion's on. Phoebe's scream rang through the deserted junkyard. I have to save Phoebe, Cole thought, running toward Phoebe.
Authors Note: Sorry for the delay. Christmas vacation and all that. Review please. Anonymous reviews are excepted now, I didn't even realize they weren't allowed before. Part of this chapter, I got my idea from a Smallville episode. So, don't sue me on that either.
Phoebe awoke to the faint beeping sound to her left and her head pounding. She tried to sit up, but dizziness overcame her as she plopped back down. Tubes ran through her nostrils and other ones ran along her hands. Her ragged breaths echoed in the small room. The door opened slowly as Cole stepped in.
"Hey, you're awake!" exclaimed Cole while running to the bed, soda can in hand. "I just went out for a soda! You can have it though." The soda can was dropped delicately into her hands, as Cole looked at her as like a little boy staring at his favorite toy.
"Thank you! What happened? Where am I?"
"Sandra tried to kill you, because she wanted me to herself. I got to the alley in time before she finished you off with an energy ball. Instead, I finished her off, then brought you here. To the hospital!"
"But, you know Leo's a whitelighter. Why didn't you bring me to him, instead? I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, because I am, grateful, I mean."
"If I had brought you to Leo, they would have asked how I knew and if I told the truth, they'd vanquish me on the spot. If I lied and said you told me, then you would be in trouble. I thought the safest spot to bring you would be here."
Phoebe smiled at his rambling, noticing worry in his eyes that he had tried to keep hidden. "Thank you!" Phoebe said adoringly, wondering how a demon could be so nice to her or save her life so many times.
"You're okay right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, now. How long have I been here?"
"Couple of hours. I didn't contact your sisters yet."
"I don't want to see them just yet."
"Hey, someone you know came in about an hour ago. Clay, your ex from New York, came in on a stretcher with a lot of bruises and open cuts. I heard the doctor say that he was caught up in a fight between two bikers and her got a lot of metal in his veins. Pretty weird huh?"
"Yeah, is he okay?"
"Not sure, didn't hear anything else besides that."
The door once again squeaked open to reveal a doctor. "Good, Ms. Halliwell, you're awake," the doctor replied, walking toward her looking down at his clipboard. "Any pains, Ms. Halliwell!"
"None!" Phoebe exclaimed, happy to be alive and have Cole next to her.
"Okay, I'll be back soon," the doctor stated, already shutting the door behind him.
A pain shot to Phoebe's stomach, and her hand flew there. Until then she had not noticed the huge Band-Aid on her abdomen. No doubt that there were stitches underneath.
"The baby, the baby is okay, right?" stammered Phoebe, afraid of the answer.
"The baby's fine!" Cole hastily replied, not wanting her to worry.
"Great! Can we talk about us? I mean, we were together, then we broke up. Then we made-out at The Heat, and we're having a baby. I want to know where we stand."
"We can't be together, for obvious reasons," Cole hesitated saying, hoping she would fight him, but to his disappointment, she didn't.
"I guess you're right."
Once again, to Phoebe's irritation, the door opened. Clay hobbled in, crutches at his side and a large white bandage on his forehead. "Phoebe, the doctor's told me you were in here," Clay exclaimed, a happy smile curling at his lips.
"Hey, Clay!" answered Phoebe, faking happiness. He strode over to her side of the bed.
"I was wondering if, maybe, we could, you know, go out on a date tomorrow?" Clay proposed his heart full of hope.
"Oh, I don't think." Phoebe was cut off by Clay's hand grasping hers. Energy surged through his veins, transporting into hers. Her mind began to be clouded so she couldn't think clearly anymore. When she stared at Clay, she saw him in a new light. She found him more attractive than he was before. Everything else in the room seemed to dissolve as she stared into Clay's eyes. Before, Phoebe was about to reject him because of her feelings for Cole, but now she wanted to spend every moment in his arms. "Sure why not!"
Cole looked dumbfounded as he heard Phoebe's answer, now afraid that he had lost Phoebe forever.
Twenty minutes later, Phoebe was released and Cole helped her out, still somewhat angry.
"Are you angry?" Phoebe questioned Cole as they walked out of the hospital.
"Just a little."
"You shouldn't be, because last I checked we aren't together."
"I know, it's just a little weird. I got to go!"
Cole walked away, jealousy weighing down his heart.
Later that day, Cole went to P3 to see Phoebe. He noticed her serving the bar with a smile on her face. Music echoed around the room. Cole was about to walk over until he noticed Clay and Phoebe walking out of the club.
Cole decided to follow them, hoping that nothing happened between the two of them. Clay owned a red pickup truck that rode down a back road. The red pickup drove to an abandoned carnival. Clay and Phoebe got out and walked up to the rusted Ferris Wheel, while Cole lurked in a corner.
"Can I tell you something?" Clay asked, staring at Phoebe with sparks in his eyes.
"Sure, anything," Phoebe answered.
"I can turn stuff on, anything," Clay exclaimed, walking to the Ferris Wheel. "Watch!" Clay placed his hands on the base of it, closing his eyes concentrating. The lights on it began to light up and it roared to life.
"So cool!" Phoebe exclaimed, striding to Clay's side. "Let's ride on it." They jumped on one of the carts and started riding up and up and up.
In the shadows Cole thought about what Clay just said. He had said that 'I can turn stuff on'. What if he could turn people's emotion's on. Phoebe's scream rang through the deserted junkyard. I have to save Phoebe, Cole thought, running toward Phoebe.