Grave
Summary: Mini Sequel To Charmtopia. Phoebe, Cole and Gabrielle…what a love triangle, but not after this. One way or another the triangle is going to collapse and become a line of two….or nothing. How will this happen? Will Cole die? Will Gabrielle leave? Will Phoebe finally be pushed over the edge? Read And Find Out.
Part One:
Who would have ever thought that such a tiny piece of metal could cause so much harm? That it could steal someone close to you? That it could whisk them up to Heaven, or even down to Hell? Who would have thought it?
Well Phoebe Halliwell didn't. She assumed that if she or her husband were to meet an end, that it would be to a demon, not to a gun. But it appeared that she was wrong.
As the clairvoyant brunette held her wounded husband close, her nemesis and love rival; Gabrielle, stared at the gun in her hands with teary eyes, before dropping it and making her way towards Cole.
"Don't you dare come near him," Phoebe snapped, not even looking at her,
"as much as you hate to admit it, I love Cole too and I'm going to help him," Gabrielle stubbornly argued.
"He wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you!" Phoebe spat,
"wrong, he wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you; if you hadn't have killed my daughter!" Gabrielle yelled.
"I'm taking him to Leo, don't come near us ever again!" Phoebe ordered, flashing out with her husband,
"she can't stop me from seeing the man I love," Gabrielle muttered, before vanishing into a blue glow.
Phoebe reappeared in the dining room of the Halliwell-Trudeau manor, to find her whole family in a deep sleep, while Raynor and Luna stood next to Leo's sleeping form; each baring a successful smile.
"GET OUT!" Phoebe screamed,
"night, night, Belthazar," Raynor grinned, before shimmering out, followed by Luna. The Angelic Seer ran over to Leo and tried to wake him,
"whitelighter! any whitelighter! can you hear me?" she hollered,
"oh, did I forget to tell you, I cast an anti-whitelighter spell around your whole family; no whitelighter can see you or orb in within a 5 mile radius of you," Raynor's voice echoed.
"I'm not gonna let you die baby, I promise," Phoebe whispered, kissing Cole on his head and then standing up,
"if nobody else can help you then I will," she promised, thinking up a spell to stop him from even moving into limbo:
"to stop him ending up in a grave,
freeze my husband so him I have a chance to save."
A chill ran up her spine as a frosty cloud lowered down onto her love and froze him in an icy shell,
"I can't just leave you like this," she stated, before deciding to empathically use Paige's powers and orbing a crystal cage around Cole. The she flashed out.
She flashed back in in the attic of the Halliwell-Wyatt manor; right by the book of shadows. As Phoebe reached out to touch it, the pages began the flip and stopped on one which the spirits must have thought right for her.
"Shamans," she read, "a demonic race that is a mix of alchemists and parasite demons,"
"what use is this?" she muttered, attempting to close the book only for it to fly open to the same page again,
"how can a shaman help?" she questioned, looking up to the ceiling. Some of the words on the page began to glow; catching her attention,
"collect and trade souls and essences, some have the ability to resurrect; at a price."
"Now I understand," she whispered, before a bright light consumed her and she transported to Magic School.
Once there, Phoebe walked over to where Cassandra was playing and sat on one of the soft sofas; sitting Cassie on her lap.
"Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you, and that I will always love you," she said, kissing her daughter on her head and setting her straight back down on the floor again; trying to avoid Cassie seeing her cry.
"Momma stay!" Cassie strictly ordered,
"I wish I could sweetie, believe me," Phoebe whispered, taking one last look at her daughter and then flashing out.
Meanwhile, the elevators doors leading into the penthouse were forced open by a cannon of blue light, allowing Gabrielle to enter.
"Here's one final present from me to you, Freebie," Gabrielle said, before blue flames shot from her eyes and hit the ground; creating a torch-like glow which spread throughout the room.
"I hope you flash in and burn," Gabrielle whispered, "burn bitch, burn,"
"if you insist on setting fire to things, please do it in your own home," a voice said, as Gabrielle turned to see Phoebe.
"Just in time for the barbeque," Gabrielle smirked, gesturing at the fire; which had become a blazing orange, and making some of it travel into her hand, accompanied by blue light.
"I'm a vegetarian," Phoebe stated,
"well there's nothing in your head, so stick that in the fire and it'll be a roasted vegetable," Gabrielle spat,
"vegetable? I'm the vegetable? you're the frickin loony in here!" Phoebe exclaimed,
"you sure you weren't born blonde?" Gabrielle asked, hinting that Phoebe was the stereotype 'dumb bimbo' which some blondes were identified as.
"You and your bitchy comments," Phoebe sighed,
"you wanna see a real bitch?" Gabrielle asked,
"why? you got some kind of costume now? a slutty leather mini dress maybe," Phoebe said "Uber-Bitch; super villain."
"I'm trying to burn something down, so if you don't mind…" Gabrielle said,
"oh no, I don't mind, you're only burning my home down!" Phoebe snapped,
"if you insist on being here, please stand over there," the fashion columnist instructed, pointing to where the flames were beginning to grow and travel.
"So what were you saying about 'a real bitch'?" Phoebe asked,
"this," Gabby replied, gesturing at the fire and moulding part of it into the shape of a vicious dog,
"conjure aqua," Phoebe muttered, waving her hand at the beast and making a splash of water overtake it.
"How….?" Gabrielle hissed,
"being the angelic seer is more than just having magic of the mind, I have the ability to conjure mortal and mystical forces beyond belief, it just gets a bit dangerous when I do it," Phoebe replied,
"then why do it now?"
"it's worth the risk if it means kicking your ass."
"I think I'll ditto that," Gabrielle said, "pyre grow!" suddenly, the flames began to roar and reach up to the ceiling. The Angelic Seer levitated into the air and catapulted a spin kick into her enemy's chest,
"and stay down," she hissed, striking a blow to Gabrielle's stomach before storming off.
"Lying on the ground if for tramps, hint, hint; you!" Gabrielle claimed, as she got up and stood as if she was a brand new doll,
"did I ever tell you that plastic isn't your colour," Phoebe said, tapping her nose and then her breasts,
"what?" Gabrielle spat,
"might wanna go back to your surgeon!" Phoebe smirked,
"I don't need plastic surgery to look good, whereas we both know you've had so much your like a Barbie!" the partially redheaded brunette growled, charging towards the Halliwell.
"Hmm, is that plastic I smell burning?" Phoebe smirked, as the smoke from the fire began to rise around them, Gabrielle folded her arms and rolled her eyes, before releasing a boulder of blue energy. Phoebe failed to dodge the blast and screeched as it threw her into the wall behind,
"see ya in Hell," Gabrielle grinned, giving Phoebe's unconscious form a small wave before gradually making her way out of the penthouse, leaving the fire to burn the place down.
A few moments later, Phoebe awoke to the smell of smoke and the feeling of heat sweeping across her skin,
"Gabrielle," she whispered, then she looked around and spotted a photo of her and Cole, causing her to remember she had a job to do. The former charmed one ran over and grabbed the photo; flashing out.
Not much after she had left her home to burn, Phoebe wandered through the underworld, clutching an athame.
"What's a little witch like you doing down here?" a voice asked, as a hooded figure stepped from out of the shadows,
"I'm here to offer you a trade, you like souls right? essences? well I'll give you mine if you save my husband," Phoebe replied,
"I don't think you quite understand little girl, when I say souls, I don't mean your spirit; your life, I mean what makes you mortal, your conscience, what makes you feel, that's the soul which I take," he explained.
"I understand," she said,
"first I must check if your soul is good enough; good enough to trade for your loved one's life," the Shaman told her.
"What do you mean?" she questioned,
"a test," he simply replied, making a gesture in the air and creating a gloomy portal,
"you expect me to go in there?" she asked,
"do you want to save your husband or not?" he said, she nodded and hesitantly made her way towards the portal.
After entering the vortex, Phoebe found herself in a passageway which had many more going from it,
"please don't say there's some big horned creature gonna chase me through this," she sighed, talking about the labyrinth in which the minotaur was said to have lived.
"Not quite," a familiar voice growled.
To be continued…
A/N. Right, I have split this into 2 parts, the 2nd part will be up after my holiday! Sorry! I just thought I'd give you this to keep you going until I get back, lol. Part Two should be longer!