Ok well, here's the last chapter and tell you the truth, I'm quite happy about it. ANyways, thanks to Barb6 for reviewing and I hope everyone who is reading this likes how it turns out!

Disclaimer- I do not own Charmed or any of its characters. They are all owned by Aaron Spelling but I do own those characters which you don't recognize.

(Future Phoebe, Cole, and Leo)

Phoebe, Cole and Leo were walking rather slowly. It was probably because they knew that if anything went wrong, they might not see each other ever again. Phoebe couldn't bear to loose another sister. But she'd never really thought of what might happen if her sisters lost her. She had always put others before herself and never really thought about dying.

As for Cole, he wasn't even thinking about dying. He'd died so many times and come back that it wasn't even funny. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure if there was a way he could die. Now that he thought about it, Philip might be the person who would be able to kill him. He had, after all, inherited the powers of a Charmed One and the strongest demon in the Underworld. Put those two together and…well Cole didn't even want to think of that.

Leo on the other was not thinking of death at all. He was already dead so there was no point in thinking of dying again. He was thinking of Piper. Sweet, beautiful Piper. She had been the one joy of his life ever since he became a whitelighter. It might sound a little corny but he had always loved Piper from the moment he'd set eyes on her. Eternal love, that's what they had. If Piper died today, Leo didn't know what he'd do.

He shook his head and looked at his sister-in-law and her husband. At the moment, Phoebe was frowning and Cole looked deep in thought about something. It did not look like they were getting ready to face one of the biggest challenges of their lives.

"Phoebe, are you ok?" asked Leo, frowning.

Phoebe looked up at Cole then at Leo and said, "Sure, I guess. I'm the best I can be considering that I might never see my sisters again."

Leo nodded and looked at Cole. "You?"

"I'm fine actually. I'm not scared if that's what you wanted to know." Cole smiled down at Phoebe who rolled her eyes at him.

"Just like you, Cole. You always have to be the big macho husband who can do anything," snapped Phoebe. "You make what we're doing sound as if you do it every day."

"What did you want me to say? You wanted me to say that I'm scared, because I'm not. You shouldn't be either."

"He's right, Phoebe. You shouldn't be scared."

Phoebe pulled out of Cole's arms and stopped to stare at Leo. "You're siding with him? Leo, he was the reason that you might have never seen Piper, Wyatt, or Chris again. Cole was the reason that you could have lost everything that you ever had."

Cole's blue eyes flashed with rage as he said, "Why do you have to keep going on about that? I told you why I left, didn't I?"

Phoebe laughed and said, "Oh right, because you needed to time sort out things. Nine fucking years to sort things out…" Phoebe's voice started morphing into sobs. "Nine fucking years for our whole family to be reduced to this." She dropped to the ground and started sobbing. "How could you let this happen, Cole?" she screamed. "How the hell are we supposed to get Philip back if he thinks that his own mother murdered his father who happens to be alive? How are we supposed to get him back when…"

Cole walked over to Phoebe and engulfed her in a hug. He took a deep breath and said, "I have faith in you, Phoebe. I believe that we can get him back. I'm not saying that what I did wasn't wrong. I'm just saying that you can't doubt yourself. We are his parents after all…"

"What if that isn't enough?" whispered Phoebe, her eyes filled with tears. "He could already be gone to us for all we know."

Cole pulled away from Phoebe and took her face in his hands. Kissing her on the forehead, he said, "We'll keep trying until we die."

Leo coughed causing the two of them to look at him. "I don't mean to be rude but, we have to get to Philip fast. He'll know within no time if any of us are in here."

Cole kissed Phoebe one last time before pulling her off the ground. Then the three of them kept walking towards the Source's lair.

Soon enough, they stopped at a black marble door that was shining eerily at them. It had engravings around the edge that shone the color of fire.

"Is this it?" asked Leo.

Cole nodded and said, "I don't think we should open it though. This door causes a lot of noise when a person is opening it."

"Then how do I get to you guys if either of you get hurt?"

"Orb," replied Phoebe looking at Leo like he was crazy.

"Orb? I don't even know what it looks like behind there."

"There are stairs," she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Cole looked at Leo and stuck out his hand. "It was nice knowing you, Wyatt."

Leo raised an eyebrow, and shaking Cole's hand said, "Yeah sure was."

Phoebe came towards Leo and hugged him really tight. "If we die in there, look after Piper and Prue for me, will you? I know Prue's got Andy but, it's just not the same as having you there."

Leo pulled out of the hug and said, "Try to stay alive. I know both of you are hell bent on thinking that you'll die, but remember, you still have another son. If you die, no one's gonna be there for Patrick."

Phoebe's eyes widened as she said, "Patrick. I never said goodbye to my baby. Cole I have to go-we have to go to Patrick…you haven't even seen him since you've been here and…"

Cole looked at Phoebe with determination in his eyes. He grabbed both of her hands with his and kissed them. "Phoebe, if we don't go now then we'll never make it."

"But Patrick…"

"…will understand," replied Cole calmly. Then with one last look at Leo, he and Phoebe shimmered behind the black marble doors.

Leo closed his eyes and muttered, "Please God, let them get out of this alright."

Cole held Phoebe up as they both walked up the stairs. Tears were streaming down her face as she thought about how messed up her family was. Wiping her face, she thought to herself that at least if she didn't get Philip back, she would die trying. "Are we almost there?" she whispered.

"Just about," replied Cole softly, "just about."

Cole led Phoebe up the stairs and pulled her close to him once they reached the last door. "This is it, Phoebe. Time to see our son."

Phoebe straightened out and put and rubbed her head. "Just think clear thoughts and don't let your emotions get in the way."

"That's my girl," whispered Cole as he pushed the door open.

Inside, Philip was sitting on his throne with his eyes closed and a hand on his head. Something was going on in the Underworld and he had no idea what it was. There were intruders, he knew, but who they were, he didn't know. Suddenly, the door leading into his chambers creaked open.

His eyes snapped open revealing bluish green eyes filled with rage. Who would dare disturb him like that? He got up from his throne and turned around. What he saw shocked him to no end. There was his mother, Phoebe Halliwell standing next to his father, Cole Turner.

Philip let out a laugh and said, "Nice one, mother. This illusion of Dad almost looks real. Almost, being the key word."

Phoebe smiled at her son and shook her head, "It just like you Philip. You always take everything as a joke even when it's serious. Do you honestly think that this is an illusion?"

"Of course I do," he replied, a knife appearing in his hand. Then in a flash, he threw the knife at Cole.

Cole merely smiled at his son and deftly caught the knife in his left hand. "Nice throw, junior." Philip paled at Cole's words. No one, no one but Cole was allowed to call him junior.

Cole detached himself from Phoebe and examined the knife. "I see you made this yourself. Just a little harder and you might have gotten me. Might, being the keyword." Cole dropped the knife on the ground.

Philip looked at Cole with confusion in his eyes. "Your still alive?" he asked his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Well and alive," replied Cole taking a few steps towards his son. Phoebe, who was still in the same place, quietly picked up the knife and tucked it into her pocket.

Philip eyed his father wearily and said, "How do I know that you're not a fake?"

Cole laughed loudly causing Philip to flinch. "Come on, junior. You know that I'm not a fake. Besides, who else besides your mother can avoid your daggers?" Phoebe and Cole had trained both their sons in the use of daggers so well that no one was a match for either of them. Even Phoebe and Cole had to struggle to win against them. Cole took a tentative step closer to his son and said, "What's the real question you want to ask?"

Philip looked at Phoebe who was watching the two with narrow eyes and said, "How are you alive?"

"He was never dead in the first place," said Phoebe calmly.

Philip pointed a finger at Phoebe and said, "Shut up."

"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" asked Cole.

"No, Cole, let him talk to me like that," said Phoebe staring at her son. "It's his problem if he can't handle that he was wrong for once."

"Mother, I have had it with you," replied Philip in a deadly voice. With that, he conjured an energy ball in his hand and shot it towards Phoebe.

The witch smiled mockingly at her son and stepped aside. "Philip, I am your mother. Do you honestly think that you can kill me?"

He was about to reply when Cole cut in and said, "She's right, you know."

Philip stared at Cole in disbelief and asked, "How can you side with her? She's the one who's caused everything go like this! It's because of her that everyone's fighting!"

"Is it really, Philip? Are you sure wasn't because of me that everything's like this?" Cole took a deep breath. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing but he couldn't get Phoebe killed. After all, none of this was even her fault.

Philip let out a low laugh. "You? Yeah right. For all I know, Mom and the aunts have probably been holding you prisoner somewhere…" Philip stopped because all of a sudden, he noticed that Phoebe was looking at Cole with a strange glint in her eyes, a look of hate. Philip paused as he looked his mother. "Mother, is something wrong?"

"Wrong, Philip?" she snapped. "Why on earth would something be wrong?" Cole turned around to look at Phoebe who regarded him with harsh brown eyes. "Cole, wouldn't you like to tell our son something?"

"What's going on?" demanded Philip staring at the two suspiciously.

Cole rolled his blue eyes and said, "I suppose I would. But before I start, you have to promise me, junior, you listen to what I have to say before doing anything."

Philip hesitantly nodded and said, "What?"

"When I left Phoebe, she was in the kitchen cutting pig for a potion she was making. When I last checked on you, you were playing a game of cards with Patrick. I left the house a few minutes later. You both sensed that I was gone so she walked into the living room from the kitchen with the bloody knife in her hand and you shimmered downstairs. You thought that she killed me, didn't you?"

"Murdered, more like," muttered Phoebe.

Cole's blue eyes flashed and Patrick let out a low growl. "I told you to shut up!" Just as another energy ball appeared in Philip's hand, Phoebe pulled out the knife that Cole had dropped on the ground. Philip looked at Phoebe in surprise and said quietly, "You would kill you own son?"

Phoebe frowned and said, "I could never kill my children. The most I could do is hurt them."

A small smirk crept onto Philip's face. "Really? Then hurt this!" Philip waved his hands and a few moments later, Patrick appeared in the chamber astonished to no end.

"Mom…Dad?" He stared at Cole for what seemed a while before looking at his brother. "Philip, what do you want?" Philip laughed as he pointed a finger at Patrick's feet. Green light shot out of it engulfing them. Moments later, Patrick's feet were covered in a slimy sort of mold. "What…what is this?"

"Let's see it Mom," said Philip in a low voice. "Hurt him…you said you could do it, so hurt him."

Phoebe's eyes widened with astonishment and fear. She looked at Philip in disbelief and shook her head. "Who are you? What have you done with my son?" Phoebe's voice was trembling with rage and sadness.

Philip's smile widened as another knife appeared in his hand. "Since you can't do it, I guess I will."

"Stop," said Cole gazing at his son, his eyes as cold as eyes. "Leave Patrick out of this! This fight is between you, me, and your mother."

Philip frowned as he fingered the dagger. "You know it's funny how you two always try to keep Patrick out of anything remotely dangerous." Then with a smirk, he added, "It's as though you love him better than me."

Phoebe let out a strangled cry. "Is that why you want to kill me? You think I love Patrick more than you?"

"Philip, what's the matter with you?" asked Cole moving closer to his two sons. He waved his hand over Patrick's feet and the mold disappeared. Patrick quickly ran over to Phoebe who hugged him tightly.

"Have I ever gotten a hug like that from you, Mom?" asked Philip gesturing towards her.

"Philip," growled Cole, "are you that dense to think that you deserve something like that from her?"

"Why are you even on her side, Dad? It's because of her that we're even in this mess! Isn't she the reason why you left? I'm not dumb you know! Anyone could see that you two weren't happy with each other by how much you were arguing!"

"But we loved each other anyways!" hissed Cole. He turned to Phoebe whose eyes looked at bit glassy. "We've been through so much together. Nothing will ever break us apart."

"Bull. That's what it is…bull," said Patrick. He narrowed his eyes at Phoebe and muttered, "And I'm ending this once and for all. He raised his hands and looked up. When he looked down, his normally greenish blue eyes had turned pitch black. Then he looked at Phoebe and said, "Prepare to die, mother." Then in his hand appeared a large ball of blue fire. Blue fire is fire that is so hot that it's cold. It's agony that cannot be explained. It's worse than pain itself and no word can be used to describe what it does. It is said to come from the deepest part of hell itself.

Phoebe pushed Patrick away and looked at her other son. This was it for her. She tried her best. "Hit me with your best shot, kiddo."

Patrick flung the blue fire at her thinking to himself that never again would he have to see her face. Cole on the other hand new exactly what to do. He conjured an energy ball of his own and shot it straight at Philip and pushed Phoebe aside just as the blue fire was about to hit her. It caught him straight in the chest. Cole yelled in agony and collapsed to the ground on his back. Phoebe was shocked beyond words. She slowly dropped to the ground and picked up Cole's hand, which was splattered in blood. "Cole…Cole, get up, please get up." She swallowed and said, "If you die, I will never forgive you. You promised to stay with me until the day I died. You-you're breaking that promise."

Patrick tore his wide eyes off of his father's bleeding figure and looked over at Philip. Philip was also lying on the ground and bleeding severely. His eyes were closed and all the color was starting to drain from his face. "Mom…"

Phoebe looked up at Patrick then at Philip. Her face turned a deathly pale color as she rushed over to Philip. "Patrick, get Leo. He's outside."

"I know. I was just out-"

"Get him!" screamed Phoebe.

Patrick nodded and ran outside. He damned the day that Philip ever made this room whitelighter and Elder proof. He returned a few seconds later with Leo behind him.

"What happened…?"

"Heal someone, Leo!" shrieked Phoebe who had tears streaming down her face. She lifted Philip's head into her lap and kissed his forehead. "Don't die on me Philip. I forgive you for everything you've done to me. Just don't die…"

Philip coughed in Phoebe's lap and his eyes fluttered. "Mom…"

"Yeah, it's Mom, baby. Hang a few more seconds. I'm right here…hang on everything's gonna be ok."

Outside where everyone was waiting

Phoebe was in Cole's arms, her eyes bright with worry. Piper was pacing around annoying the hell out of Paige who was biting her nails. Future Piper and Prue were holding each other tight. Future Piper kept glancing up at Leo who was trying to sense if anything was wrong. His eyes were closed and he was very still.

A few seconds passed by and suddenly Leo's eyes snapped open. "Something's wrong."

"What do you mean something's wrong?" shrieked Piper. "If something's wrong then go in there!"

"I don't know what's wrong. I just know something's wrong," muttered Leo.

"Is someone hurt?" asked Paige looking at future Prue who was holding onto future Piper's arm with worried eyes.

Leo was about to answer when suddenly the black marble door swung open revealing a heavily breathing Patrick. "Uncle Leo…Dad…Philip…" then he rushed upstairs followed by Leo.

Future Piper and Prue hugged each other out of relief that at least nothing was wrong with Phoebe.

"Why are we all just waiting out here?" asked Piper. "Shouldn't we be in there trying to help?"

"This is Phoebe and Cole's fight," said Prue. "They don't want our help."

"But how much can Leo heal? I mean, Cole's a demon and Philip's part demon. Good magic can only do so much for…"

"Piper, calm down," muttered Cole smoothing down Phoebe's hair.

"Do you think we're ever going back home?" asked Phoebe.

"If their family gets all patched back up, you should be fine," said Prue with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"But Patrick said that future Cole and Philip were hurt." Paige looked at everyone with wide eyes. "If they die then do we go back?"

Her question was answered with silence. No one wanted to think about what would happen in future Cole and Philip died.

Phoebe looked at future Piper and Prue and sighed. She vowed never to be in their position ever again. They looked so helpless to her and…she pulled away from Cole.

"Phoebe, are you ok?" asked Cole.

She put out her hand to stop him and said, "Something's coming."

True to her word, within seconds, everyone heard a gigantic crack. Suddenly, wind began blowing everywhere. Then, right in front of the entrance to Philip's chambers, a blue light appeared and began to spread.

"The vortex!" yelled Piper.

"I guess this means everything works out ok after all!" yelled future Piper with a gigantic smile on her face. "Piper! Tell Leo never to give up!"

Piper nodded and smiled at her future self as she began moving towards the vortex.

"Thanks!" yelled Prue over the roaring of the wind. "Paige! We'll find your future self…she deserves to be part of the family! Oh and Phoebe never give up on love!"

Paige and Phoebe beamed at Prue and with a brief wave of goodbye, the Charmed Ones and Cole were sucked into the blue vortex and seconds later, they were gone.

Piper and Prue smiled and gave each other a hug. Everything would be fine after all. Piper would get the normal or as normal life as she wanted, Prue would be able to spend more time with her children, and Phoebe…she would be happy again.

Suddenly, there was a gigantic CRACK and a BOOM sounded shortly after. Piper looked at Prue and laughed.

"I guess I don't have to cave in the Underworld after all…"

THE END