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Piper paced the floor of her bedroom before turning to blast the nearest stuffed animal. Chris, who was lying in his bassinet, erupted in tears and screams. Piper collapsed into the floor crying as well, "I don't understand," she cried out to the elders, "He was protecting his family. He was protecting you!"

Paige ran into the room upon hearing the crying, "Piper? Chris?" she reached over her sister and picked up the crying baby. Rocking Chris, "Piper, why is Blinky Bunny in piles of stuffing? Honey, please tell me why you're crying."

Piper crawled gently up onto the bed as Paige sat beside her and handed her Chris. Piper collected herself before answering Paige, "It seems like the elders have always been out to get us. They were against our marriage, against our having children, and now against Leo defending his family and them. I just don't understand, Paige," she began to softly cry again as Chris suckled on her fingers.

"Don't worry about that right now. We still have ten days to come up with a case for Leo. And I have some of the grad students at the school looking up similar cases so we can use them in his defense. We are not going to let them take your husband, or your father," she tweaked Chris's cheek, "away. Not now—not ever. Come on, I've got dinner ready."

Piper laughed, "You have dinner ready? Since when did you start cooking?"

"Who said I cooked?" Paige winked, "Chinese Dragon from Chinatown, Mushu chicken, happy family and spring rolls just for us," she took her sisters hand as they stood. Neither Piper nor Paige noticed Wyatt standing in the doorway when his eyes flashed blue light.

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Dear Cole,

I hope that this message finds you well and rested. I have thought of you often and our short time together. I know that you have asked that I let you have your time and space from me so that you could find yourself and your purpose. I write you only to let you know that we are in danger and in need of your assistance. Leo has been charged with a crime by the Elders' council and is need of some legal assistance. It is possible that he may be put to death and have his soul recycled—we don't know what that could mean for the kids, for our future. The tribunal meets in ten days. It is my hope that this letter reaches you—I'm trying a new spell since you haven't told me where you are. Blessed be, Cole. Forever yours, Phoebe.

Phoebe lightly pressed her lips against the letter. Her heart skipped a beat and she saw Cole. Cole was sitting alone on a mountain top overlooking the sunset. His mind was at ease and his body was rested. He was meditating and levitating about a foot above the ground. She could sense his presence and she knew he was able to sense her as well—a smile curled his lips.

She pulled the letter away from her mouth and wiped a tear from her eye, "You'll hear me. I know you will," Phoebe walked to the potions cabinet and removed the ingredients she needed. She lit a red candle and placed it under the basin as she began to add the ingredients. Lastly, she read the incantation, "Take these words across the sky. Fly my thoughts straight to his heart. His strength we need to help us by. That he may be here to serve his part." Phoebe dropped the letter into the pot of potion as a small white light floated out of the basin and hovered about a foot over the basin before whisking out the window.

High in the Adirondacks, a white light flew towards Cole and hit him in the chest. His breath was taken away as he lowered himself to the ground. Phoebe's voice echoed in his ears with the words of her letter. He sighed and opened his eyes. "My family needs me," he spoke to an invisible visitor.

"We need you," the visitor's voice informed him.

"Not now, not yet. I'm not ready. You know that."

"Maybe," the visitor took a transparent form, "but if you leave now, you may not be ready when we need you. I don't think we can take that risk."

"Well," Cole picked up his coat, "You don't really have a choice. I am not a member of the order, you can't tell me what to do. And seeing that I have the leverage in the situation, you're going to deal with it. Excuse me," Cole shimmered away.

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Chloe shimmered into the woods and watched the various occupants bustle around the fires and walk in and out of caves. She walked to a stump and sat down. "I know that you're here, you might as well show yourself."

Cooper suddenly materialized behind her, "Chris and Trey are worried."

"So is Wyatt," Chloe opened her hand as a coffee cup appeared. She took a sip, "Thanks, I need this."

"Yeah," Cooper sat next to her, "If Wyatt is worried, couldn't that?"

"Blow my cover, yeah. It will weaken me and weaken my ability to block him out," Chloe took another long sip.

"Chris wanted to see you," Cooper stood up, "Glad you're back, Chloe. Even if it's just for a little while. We've missed you," he patted her shoulder as he left.

Chloe put her hand on the spot where Cooper had been sitting. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to see a vision. Chloe saw Cooper sitting on a bench with his mother, a witch, at a park in London. Cooper looked to be about six years old at the time—he was conjuring marbles on the ground, obviously to his mother's dismay, but Cooper was laughing. A marble would appear and subsequently disappear before reappearing at another location on the ground. "Look it," Cooper giggled as the marble popped in and out of Chloe's view. She smiled. Cooper's mother, Elaine, was a witch who had, unbeknownst to her, fallen in love with a warlock. The warlock had been sent to steal her powers of invisibility and creating illusions, but as he was wooing her to get close enough to steal her powers, he too found himself in love. Zachi, Cooper's father, was only half warlock and had fallen into an evil coven when his powers manifested at thirteen. Given the opportunity to choose evil or good, he had chosen evil—but when he met and fell in love with Cooper's mother, his humanity had once again manifested. A story that was not unfamiliar in Chloe's family tree. Suddenly a man blinked onto the park bench across from Cooper, "Dad," the child jumped up and ran to him. "Coop, good to see you. I've missed you," he pulled him into a hug. Cooper's mother smiled at seeing her son and love reunited. Before the scene could completely register with Chloe, three demons shimmered in behind Cooper's mother and twisted her neck with a pop. Chloe felt herself wince with the image. Zachi thrust Cooper into the bushes behind him while simultaneously lunging at the attackers. The fight was quick. Zachi shot each demon with a blast of energy before grabbing the leader by the neck, "Who sent you?" he snarled. Chloe's view of the scene then switched to that of Cooper who was crouched behind a low bush. The demon began laughing at him. "I'm going to ask you again before I break your neck. Who sent you?" Zachi repeated. The demon laughed and spit in his face, "They did." Zachi snapped his neck with a growl and fell to the ground. He then crawled to the body of his beloved and cradled her in his arms—his tears dripping on her face. Cooper emerged from the brush crying, "Mommy?" Zachi shuttered and pulled his son close to him. Chloe opened her eyes at the image of Cooper's father holding him close over his mother.

"What'd you see? Was it what you were searching for?" Chris emerged from the shadows.

"I saw Cooper's mom's death," Chloe sniffed, "I'd never seen that before. And no, that's not what I was aiming for," she took a sip of her coffee.

"What's happening with you?" Chris helped Chloe to her feet as they started walking back towards the camp.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar," Chris called her out, "you smashed the crystal because you knew that Trey and I were watching and you didn't want us to hear you telling Wyatt what was going on. But you're going to, because I'm not willing to risk you either." Chloe rolled her eyes; she didn't want to tell Chris about the dreams. "But you've got to tell someone," he leaned over and whispered in her ear as they approached the fire.

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Phoebe lay in her bed tossing and turning. She saw Chris, Piper, Leo, Paige, Cole, Richard and herself battling a demon in a crypt. But there was an eighth person there. A girl. The demon was trapped in a crystal cage and she could sense the emotions of the group. Anger. Rage. Pain. The girl was hidden behind Chris, shielding her from the attack, as the demon and Cole engaged in a fight. When it all ended, the girl was emotionally destroyed, and the demon was dead. Phoebe sat up in her bed.

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Chloe sat up and clutched the pillow she had been sleeping on tightly to her chest. She looked around the room at Maggie and her two other roommates—they were all sleeping so peacefully. Chloe slipped her pink slippers on and gracefully walked out of the room. She entered the common room of the cave and sat on the sofa. She looked around. This had been her home since she was sixteen and her mother died.

"Promise me, Chloe, if anything ever happens to me, you'll go to the enchanted forest," Phoebe had pleaded.

Chloe mock laughed, "You have to be kidding me, mom. Enchanted forest? That only exists in fairy tales and stories."

"Chloe Paige Halliwell, you amaze me," Phoebe shook her head, "exactly where do you think those stories come from?" Chloe had shrugged her shoulders, "they come from real life. They come from people whose minds are still unjaded and able to see the truth—that magic exists everywhere. I thought I had taught you better than that," she teased.

"Hansel and Gretel really existed?" Chloe pushed.

Phoebe nodded yes, "And so did the big bad wolf, so you better be careful young lady," she picked up her daughter's hands, "Seriously, Chloe, promise me you will go there. It is protected by all things good, evil magic cannot penetrate it and cannot sense within its boarders. You have to promise me you'll go there."

"I promise," Chloe saw the sincerity in her mother's eyes and had to agree. "I never expected it to be within a week that I would come here," she opened her eyes to look back around the room. "Five years and counting," she yawned as she made her way towards the boys' room.

Chloe pushed the door open slightly to peer inside. Trey, Cooper, and Chris all slept quietly in their respective corners of the room. Chloe tiptoed over to her cousin who was turning his head back and forth as if having a bad dream, "I wonder," Chloe picked up his hand and was swept into his dream. In it she saw Chris writhing in the floor of a demonic liar, a dark lighter's arrow protruding from his abdomen. Gish, the demon of desires, towered over him, bow still in hand. "I knew your desires from the beginning. You never wished for your charges to be killed. You only wanted to teach them a lesson. But now their desires shall feed me and kill you," he taunted before returning to his bubbling stone cauldron. In it Chloe saw Phoebe, Paige, and Piper each living their desires out to disastrous proportions. Chloe withdrew her hand from Chris's. So real, she thought, almost like a memory. Just like my dreams. She looked back down at Chris who now had his hands wrapped around an invisible arrow in his stomach. "Chris," she leaned over to whisper, "Chris," she repeated.

He finally stirred and opened his eyes, "What's the matter?" he whispered as he sat up in the bed, "Everything ok? You haven't been compromised have you?"

"No," Chloe quieted; afraid that he might wake the others, "I just had a nightmare," she confessed hoping it would also make him reveal what he had been dreaming.

Chris frowned, "More?"

Chloe knew that Chris was not going to tell her what he had been dreaming and she was not going to admit to having joined the dream as well, "Yeah, but nothing new. The same one of us in the mausoleum with my mom, dad, Piper, Paige, and Paige's ex, Richard. Fighting a demon named Batterak?" she questioned having never heard of the demon before. Chris shook his head as well, he didn't recognize the name. "It was intense. Almost like I was there doing it instead of here."

"That's really weird, Chloe," Chris thought back on his own series of nightmares—nightmares that had the realistic undertone of a buried memory.

"Yeah," she agreed, "I'm going to crawl back into bed… with Trey," she added with a wink, "I sleep better when I'm with him."

"Too much information," Chris lay back down.

"At least we're in the same room," Chloe whispered in his ear, "You know nothing is going to happen."

"Too much information," Chris repeated pushing Chloe back causing her to stumble away, giggling to herself. He watched her crawl into the bed next to Trey and slide up under his arm. Trey opened one eye, saw that it was his girlfriend, and kissed her sweetly on lips, before pulling her close. At least you're safe with him, Chris thought as he rolled over to face the wall. And I don't have to watch it, he thought before trailing back to sleep.

"Always," Chloe whispered before falling back to sleep as well.