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"THOMAS, WILLIAM OFFICE NOW!" Cole yelled, it was a few minuets after they got back to the mansion and Cole was fuming.

There was a look of pure rage on his face as Will and Thomas entered the room that Cole liked to call his office.

"Would you like to tell me which one of you idiots got a charmed one pregnant?" Cole asked, his voice dangerously low.

Thomas raised his eyebrows and looked at Will, who was intently staring at the floor and half wishing that there wasn't an anti-shimmering spell on the room and half wondering if he could sprint out of the door and get away before Cole got him.

"Well?" Cole raised an eyebrow.

Will bit his lip 'ten… nine… eight' "I don't know what you're talking about, I ain't slept with no Charmed ones…" Thomas told Cole. Cole stared at Thomas for a while.

"No you haven't, you can go now, Thomas!" Cole told Thomas. "Now…" Cole glared at Will.

"She used a spell?" Will suggested weakly. Cole's eyes went black, and Will whimpered as it felt like hot needles stabbing at him. Cole flicked a hand and Will exploded into tiny navy particles.

A searing pain cut through Paige's body and suddenly she found herself shimmering. She landed in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. She looked around to see Will slumped in an old chair; his eyes were closed and he looked bruised and barely conscious, just looking at him in this state melted Paige's heart and she found that she couldn't resist going over.

"What happened?" Paige asked resting a gentle hand on Will's shoulder, Will flinched.

"Cole knows what happened and he blew me up, can't die from it but it… hurts like hell… worse than dieing…" Will replied softly, opening his eyes slightly.

"I'm really sorry…" Paige replied as her eyes began to cloud with tears.

"For what? gettin' me in trouble or brushing me off and then telling me you don't want me near you or our child?" Will asked.

"Both," Paige answered, biting her lip to stop herself from crying, "I thought you wouldn't want me, I though that you might just be using me like Richard did…"

"I don't blame you for thinking that, I am a demon an all…" It sounded like Will was really strugleing to even speak.

Paige put her hands over Will, and a warm yellow glow shone over him healing the bruises.

"Thanks!" Will said standing up, a small smile on his lips.

"It's okay!" Paige replied drawing him into a hug, "It wasn't me who did that, it was your child." she mumbled into his shoulder.