Title: Shoot
Author: Wicked R
Disclaimers: indeed. Cole is not mine. Oh, no! … But thanks for the opportunity to play with him.
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Universe: early season 5.
Summary: The sisters are following a sorcerer and bump into a couple of surprises.
Warning: not beta read.
"We let ourselves being sidetracked by underlings and let the sorcerer run away," Phoebe frowned. They had been as surprised as anyone would be when Leo told them that the long time dead ancient warlock had risen from the grave in the eerie old cemetery, but however it was, they needed to follow the undead guy and end his second, unholy life.
"Don't worry, he's in Lafayette Park," Leo orbed to their aid.
"Let's finish the job," Paige took hold of Phoebe confidently. As they had the potion and all, with Piper in her last trimester of her pregnancy, they didn't even think they would need their older sister's assistance for the vanquish. But an entire group of the dogsbodies waited for them as they orbed after the sorcerer.
Phoebe wasn't panicking, why would she? They were about ten demons or so, she met more at once before. They had a strategy that usually worked, Paige deflecting fire balls, Phoebe going forward with the attack, staying close to Paige nevertheless, in case they needed to orb out. She thrust backward into one opponent, turned to the right and finished another with a downward slash, turned then to the left, finishing one there too. They were low level demons, vanquishable with a simple knife. With one quick swing, one demon slammed a boomerang into her back in the meantime. She turned towards him, "that did hurt, but you're going to be dirt!" rhymed Phoebe in an intimidating manner, killing the demon with the clever little spell. But another connected its blade with her left arm, making her cry out and getting a hold of her due to her momentary disadvantage. She was gathering new strength together to set herself free, when suddenly, the demon was thrown backwards by a woman clad in a sexy cherry dress who rushed forward and thrown it off balance. When on the ground, the woman threw some potion on the demon, making it disintegrate. She moved quickly and precisely targeted another demon with another small vial. Phoebe recognised kickboxing, kenpo, and muy thai techniques amongst others in her moves, some she once learnt from Cole. The woman knew exactly what she was doing and why, and she used some skills that were only written about in magic books. With the help, the minions were easy meat. They were either scared away or finished off in milliseconds.
"Who are you?" inquired her the newcomer as Paige orbed the last attacker's sword away, making it possible for the woman to vanquish the demon.
"Phoebe, and this is my sister Paige. We are the Charmed Ones."
"Diane, charmed to meet you," she put her remaining vials away, and cleaned her rapier from the green goo. Phoebe's assumption was that she was a witch, she recognised the arrogance with which this girl treated demons from somewhere…
They all looked in the a direction of a blur and saw Cole landing with a big frown in the biggest heap of demon goo the girls caused, "Diana," the name sounded so natural coming from his mouth.
"You're late, Belthazor," addressed the demon Diane.
"I got sidetracked by some familiar orbing to track," gesticulated Cole towards Paige and Phoebe.
"You know each other?" asked Diana. Cole and Phoebe were staring at each other, not uttering a word, "hallo?"
Paige took the initiative to enlighten Diana, "rather well. Of the love interest variety."
"Love interest? A witch? Isn't that a bit risky?" Diana asked Cole leaning intimately towards him.
"Past love interest," corrected herself Paige, while Phoebe felt her legs shaking. Nervousness crept into her whole being when the stranger patted Cole on the arm. This made no sense, but this way, at least, maybe she didn't have to persevere with pushing Cole away, cause he would keep his own distance.
"Well, whatever Belthazor, I'm in a hurry," urged on Diana, "you know, things to deliver. I kept myself to the agreement in return for the gemstone. Box nr. 278927 at the Geneva Bank. Here," she handed him a small square object.
"This is open!" Cole protested.
"Of course. I might like you, but I'm a demonic thief. It's a full time occupation. I had to see I'm not handing over something I must have for myself...unfortunately all these shares are worth nothing without the true and authentic…"
"Can we talk about this in private please?" talked into her blabber Cole.
"…signature of some Coleridge Benjamin Turner. But then, I rate it would value over 80 million pou…"
Cole only reached her by this time and it was too late.
Phoebe understood all in a millisecond, "what is your business with the sorcerer?" The whole situation seemed a bit hilarious. Cole was rich, she wasn't supposed to know about it, he got some demonic robber to get him his money back and she mistaken her for a witch.
"The Sorcerer? He set me up," the woman answered, "I'd like to get to him though, we have some business to finish. I got him his vase, or whatever it was. He didn't give me the money."
"Diana, why do you need money? You must be very rich with the gemstones and all," said Cole.
"Not as rich as someone not a million miles away."
Cole turned to Phoebe, "don't misunderstand me. It is my father's money. I didn't get it any wrong way."
"No? It seems extremely unnecessary to me that you would explain this to me," stated Phoebe, "although why is it you wanted to keep it a secret you are a millionaire?"
"Divorce is on the way?" Paige speculated.
"Ok, well, whatever, I don't want his money anyway," Phoebe laughed nervously.
"I didn't wanna tell you because I knew you'd misunderstand..." Cole started.
"Does it matter Cole? Look, I need to get that sorcerer now."
"You wanna join me and we kick his ass?" offered Diana to the witches. All in all, the girl seemed so sure of herself, sure of being superior, sure in battle, conceited and successful in what she was doing.
"We don't associate with demonic thieves. In fact we don't associate with demonic anything," Paige told her.
"Just if it's a love interest," Diane noted mockingly.
"Look, she is an outcast in the demonic world, just like me," Cole explained, "if you're not nice to me, it doesn't mean you shouldn't be nice to her. She doesn't even have a lethal power," he took Diane's side.
"And I can track the sorcerer," Diane offered.
"Lead," Phoebe offered a hand to get shimmered, "but our alliance for one minute doesn't mean anything. We will judge you by your deeds."
"There," Diane pointed at the sorcerer as they could see him from behind a rock in the underworld, "but before we do anything, you wanna tell me if you are still interested in Belthazor?"
"Me? No. You are I suppose?"
"That's a definite. But he seems to be a bit complicated."
"Believe me, he is."
"Still. Tell me how to get him."
"Kick his ass or make him fall in love with you?"
"The kick his ass bit is already done."
"Oh, well, ok. You want him? Love him. As easy as that. He is yours. I was very clear on the fact he can't hope for me anymore. Now can we get going with that vanquish?"
tbc
