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Prue and Paige rushed to the stairs closely followed by both Pipers who ran out of the kitchen shortly after hearing the crash.
"We'll go see what's going on," said Paige motioning to herself and Prue. "You guys get potions just in case it's a demon," she said to both Pipers.
"Right," Piper and future Piper replied.
Paige and Prue burst into the attic only to find Phoebe tugging on her future self's arm while future Phoebe was shooting lightning bolts at someone behind the couch..
"Phoebe…both Phoebes, what's going on?" asked Prue. Paige looked around the attic and saw Cole jump up from behind the couch with an energy ball in his hand. "Cole? What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to save…what are you doing alive, Prue?" he yelled as he dodged a bolt of lightning that was shot at him by future Phoebe.
"Phoebe! What are you doing?" yelled Phoebe to her future self.
"Trying to kill this bastard, that's what," she replied shooting another lightning bolt at Cole, which missed him by an inch.
"I didn't even do anything to you!" yelped Cole. "Who are you?" Future Phoebe didn't listen to him and shot a lightning bolt at him which knocked him into the cupboard behind the couch. "Phoebe! Do something."
"I'm trying, Cole," Phoebe, struggling to pull her future self back, "but you know that when I put my mind to something I do it and apparently that doesn't change in the future."
"Well, Phoebe," said future Phoebe to Phoebe, firing another lightning bolt at Cole, "When your husband disappears causing one of your children to think that you're a murderer, you tend to get mad when you finally see him again." Future Phoebe shot another lightning bolt at Cole causing him to yell in pain.
Paige stood shocked at what she was seeing. "Your Cole isn't dead?"
"What do you mean my Cole?" asked future Phoebe stopping to look at Paige. "This is my Cole."
"No it isn't," said Phoebe running over to Cole. She helped him and said, "This is my Cole from my universe."
"Really? Because my husband looks exactly the same."
"Huh, and how would you know that he still looks like this?" asked Paige, leaning on the door frame.
"What are you talking about?" asked future Phoebe.
"When I was captured, Patrick, your son, told me that your Cole died eight years ago. How can you know what he looks like if he's dead.
"Thanks, Paige, really," replied Cole sarcastically, sitting down on the couch with Phoebe next to him.
Future Phoebe smirked at everyone in the attic including Prue who had a confused look on her face. "Cole's not dead…he just wants everyone to think that he's dead." She turned around to look outside and said, "I would never kill Cole. I don't care if I hurt him real bad, I'd never kill him."
"That's nice to know," muttered Cole giving his Phoebe a giant hug.
"Cole, we need to talk…later," said Phoebe quietly.
Cole nodded at her and said, "So where exactly am I?"
"You're in the year 2020," said Prue then she turned to her sister and said, "Phoebe, did you just say that Cole is still alive?"
"Prue?" Cole rubbed his head and said, "Man, this place really is messed up."
Future Phoebe rolled her eyes and said, "Yes…we agreed that it would be better for both of us if neither of you knew."
"Why?" asked Prue. "We could have toldPhilip that he was still alive and then we wouldn't have to be here."
"Don't you think I tried, Prue? He saw me with a bloody athame in my hand. Cole's jacket was on the ground."
Suddenly, both Pipers burst into the attic with about ten different colored potions. When they saw that Cole was in the attic, both the witches' jaws dropped. "Cole?" asked Piper. "How- how did you get here?"
Cole's eyes widened as he turned to Phoebe, "Two Pipers?"
Future Piper slowly began edging towards her sisters. "Prue, Phoebe, who…what is he doing here? I thought he was dead."
"Apparently that's a fact that Phoebe conveniently failed to tell us," hissed Prue.
"You mean he's not…" Piper's looked of confusion turned to joy as she yelled into the air, "Chris!"
"Who's Chris?" asked Cole.
Seconds later, Chris appeared in the attic in front of Prue, Paige, both Pipers, both Phoebes, and Cole. "Hey Mom!" he said giving future Piper a big hug. Then he turned to Piper and said, "Should I give you a hug too?"
"Why not?" asked Piper as she embraced her future son.
Chris looked around and saw Cole next to Phoebe. His jaw dropped. "No way- I thought you were dead!" Chris ran towards a very startled Cole and gave him a manly hug.
Cole awkwardly patted Chris on the back and said, "Err…who are you?"
Chris pulled away with a hurt look on his face and said, "I'm your favorite nephew, Chris…don't you remember?"
"Chris," said Paige, who had been standing quietly the whole time.
"Oh, hi Paige- Aunt Paige."
"This is our Cole from our time. He doesn't know who you are."
Chris grinned sheepishly and said to Cole, "Oh, sorry." Then his awkward look turned into a look of joy. "I'm calling Patrick."
Future Phoebe's face turned to a look of horror as she shouted, "NO!" But it was too late.
Within seconds, Patrick had shimmered into the attic with a look of annoyance on his face. "Chris, what do you…" Patrick's face was dead white. He looked around the attic not believing what he was seeing. Without a word he sunk to the floor.
Future Phoebe quickly ran to her son's side to comfort him. "It's ok, baby. Mommy's here. Don't cry." By now, Patrick's sobs were filling the room as he sobbed into his mother's shoulder. The harder Phoebe tried to console him, the louder his sobs became. It was easy enough for anyone to see that Patrick hadn't had a good cry about his family in a very long time.
"Ok," said Prue quietly. "I think we should all start leaving now." Slowly, everyone started leaving the attic.
Soon only Phoebe, Cole, future Phoebe, and Patrick were left in the attic. Cole was watching the scene between mother and son with awe.
"Sad, isn't it?" asked Phoebe quietly coming next to him.
"Yeah," replied Cole lacing his fingers in hers. "What happened?"
Phoebe looked at her future self who had tears streaming down her face and was rocking Patrick, whose face was in his her shoulder, back and forth. "That's our second son, Cole. He hasn't seen either of us for eight years."
Cole looked at Phoebe and said, "What?"
Phoebe looked sadly at him and said, "Eight years. She doesn't even know where your future self is."
Cole hugged Phoebe and said, "We need to talk."
Phoebe looked him in the eye and said, "Yes we do." Taking one last look at mother and son, the two walked down the stairs of the attic.