Phoebe Halliwell burst into the office of ADA Cole Turner, slamming the door behind her. She held up one hand as he looked at her with surprise and shook her head. "Don't, Cole. Don't say a word." She stepped forward slowly. She watched as Cole stood up and couldn't believe he was a demon. They were supposed to be ugly, or at least creepy in whatever beautiful skin they wore. Cole was neither ugly nor creepy. He was just... Cole.

"Phoebe..."

"Sh." She stood in front of his desk and held out her hand. Never before had she wished so badly for a premonition. Before, she knew now that The Powers That Be would have never given her a glimpse into what Cole truly was. They'd had hundreds of opportunities to show her the truth. Their bodies had touched so often and for so long. But, she didnt' know then. She knew now, however, and all it should take was one little touch.

Cole reached out for her and Phoebe gripped his arm tightly. She waited for three seconds and nothing came. She stared into his eyes and they were as black as his name, but still there was nothing there but the man she loved. Her body relaxed as her mind wrapped around the idea that Andy had just been wrong, Grams had been wrong. Then, her head screamed and her body jerked.

They stood against a wall, their bodies flat against the stone. Heat rose up from the center. Phoebe knew this was a bad idea, but she had to save her sisters. She had to fix everything. It was her own fault anyway. If she'd have just vanquished Cole the first time, like she was supposed to, Shax wouldn't have come.

FLASH

Cole's body shimmered. The beauty of his soft skin faded into a frightening collage of red and black. His teeth sharpened and yellowed. The hair that Phoebe had run her fingers through so many times was gone, leaving behind a tar-colored bald head.

FLASH

There he stood... or there IT stood. The Source of all Evil. Nothing but darkness showed beneath its cloak. Heat came from his voice. Lies... All of it were lies...

Phoebe jumped back and stared at Cole. Her eyes filled with tears as, slowly, her arm lowered to her side. She shook her head and muttered, "No." She took a few blind steps back. The back of her knee hit a chair and she fell into the deep leather. She jumped back up. "Cole..."

"Phoebe, what's going on?"

"You..." She shook her head and continued to back up. She stopped moving when her back hit the door. "You've come to kill us."

"Phoebe..."

"You're... you're Balthazar."

Cole rushed around the desk with wide eyes. "Phoebe, I can explain. I..."

"Don't. You... All this time..." She shook her head and squeezed her eyes tightly. Tears fell from her eyelashes and splashed on her cheeks. "All this time..." She rose her head and peered at him through blurred vision. "You made me think you loved me."

"Phoebe, I do love you."

"Don't lie to me! You just wanted to get close to me so you could kill us and steal the book. I know it all, Cole. I know that every time we fought Balthazar, every time one of us almost died, it was you. And then... you came to me... like you cared."

Phoebe reached into the pocket of her jeans and fingered the bottle that pressed into her hip. She watched Cole walking closer to her and carefully pulled the small vial free. "Stay away from me, Cole." She held up the bottle. Sunlight streamed through the window and reflected off the glass and clear liquid.

"Phoebe, don't do this." He stopped a few feet away from her, his hands out palm forward. "I love you."

"No, you don't."

"If I didn't love you, Phoebe, you and your sisters would be dead already." Cole took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I've been making excuses as to why you're not dead yet. I've been trying to do whatever I can until I found a way to tell you the truth. Phoebe..."

"You're a demon."

"Half demon."

"You've killed."

"But, I haven't killed you. I haven't killed your sisters. I love you, Phoebe."

Her arm started to lower. She wanted to believe what he said. She loved him, deeply and truly. Her heart beat a little quicker whenever he were near. She saw things in shop windows that she just had to buy because they reminded her of him. She wanted to be able to wrap herself in his warmth and get lost in his love.

Cole took a step forward and her arm shot up again. She knew what she had to do. Andy had already told her that Cole had to be vanquished. She already had the potion. The rest would have been so easy. She had only to throw the potion and have it catch some part of his body or clothing. If she moved just fast enough, he'd never be able to shimmer away before it hit him. It was so easy.

Yet, she couldn't bring herself to drop the vial. Her hand shook and she gripped the glass tighter. "Stay away from me, Cole," she said, holding her voice as firmly as possible. "Stay away from us or, God help me..." She shook her head. "God help me."

Phoebe turned and bolted from the office, ignoring the looks of workers as they wondered what had sent the attorney's girlfriend out in such a rush. Phoebe kept her head down, wondering what she would say, what she would do. Her sisters didnt' know she had gone to Cole. She had slipped out while Piper argued with Leo, and she had no idea what was going on upstairs between Prue and her ghostly love. They were wrapped up in themselves then, but they would know when she walked through the door. She had to say something. She had to do something.

She thought she would give one of them the potion. Maybe Prue. She had never liked Cole anyway, and she was the one that would die because Phoebe didn't have the courage to kill her boyfriend on her own. It would be easier for Prue to do it, because Phoebe knew that there was no way she could cause the death of Cole... demon or not.