So, here's the next part of this story. I am really loving writing this fanfic. It's completely different from my others and I love the things that I can do in it that I can't do in my others, complete freedom.
And about the review I got about how Cole would never do something like this-I completely love Cole and believe that he is good but we all know that at the end he was ready to do anything and that he would kill someone Pheobe loved since he changed reality to make Paige not exist and was ready to kill Piper and Paige when he found out they were there to ruin it. This is just something that popped into my head. Believe me, I love Cole and he will always be good in my eyes but this was fun to write since all my other fanfics seem to run together and end up sounding the same.
Okay, I'll shut up now.
Chapter 2-The Newest Addition to Our Family
I appeared in an empty room, still holding her, frightened, unaware of anything going on. I looked into her eyes and saw something I hadn't seen in what seemed like forever-love, acceptance. It had worked. She was mine again.
"What happened?" Pheobe asked, confusion evident on her facial features as she looked at the unfamiliar room.
"What's the last thing you remember?" I asked her, needing to know what I had to work with.
"I was at the penthouse and the phone rang. I answered it and a doctor told me that I was pregnant. I guess I fainted. How long was I out and where are we?" she told me as she tried to figure out where we were.
I mentally kicked myself for that potion. Why did that have to be her last memory? How was I going to get out of this without somehow hurting her or revealing something? I, then, realized that this could work to my advantage. I had been trying to figure out how to get rid of her family to make sure that my plan would succeed, but I just couldn't bring myself to think about killing the infant, Piper and Leo's miracle child. He hadn't done anything wrong, just an innocent pawn born at the wrong time to the wrong family. It wasn't his fault. The same thing had happened to me and I have spent over a century trying to free myself from the family that I was born into.
"Sweetie, that was a year ago. That demon must have really done a number on you if you don't remember anything since then," I told her, now having everything thought up, every possible question she could ask answered in my mind.
"Oh. Wow. Boy or girl?" Pheobe asked, concerned that she didn't even remember her child.
"A boy," I answered.
"Where is he? Is he okay? Did the demon get him?" she asked me, fear in her eyes.
"No, he's fine. Don't worry. I'll get you set up at the new house and I'll go get him," I told her and waited as the next round of questions began.
"New house? What about the penthouse or the manor? Cole, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" she asked me and I could sense how afraid she was.
"Umm . . . honey. I shimmered us here to get away from the demon. He was too powerful. I couldn't kill him. You and your sisters couldn't. If we had stayed, you would be dead and the baby wouldn't have his mother. I couldn't do that. You all did your best, but it wasn't enough. I'm so grateful that I didn't lose you too," I explained to her, not wanting to give her horrible news that I knew was a lie.
"Cole, what do you mean, 'lose me too.' Who else did you lose?" Pheobe asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
"The demon killed them. He was too powerful. We weren't prepared. It was all I could do to get you out of there, safe, aside from the memory loss of course. I'm sorry Pheobe, but they're gone, Piper, Leo, Paige, all dead," I hated that this lie was bringing her so much pain, but in all fairness soon it would be the truth, I was just telling her a little early. "The demon won't look for us here. After we get settled, I'll strip my powers. You can too if you want to. Since the baby's powers are already stripped, he should be safe."
"Where are we, Cole?" Pheobe asked me, a mournful look on her beautiful face.
"New York. I thought that this was the best place to start over. We can't go back to San Francisco or California for that matter. They're watching, waiting for us. I bought a house which has been placed under protection. No one can sense us there," I told her hoping she'd buy it.
When she seemed to believe me, and tried to smile through the tears that were now falling freely at the loss of her family, we disappeared only to reappear in the house that I had purchased the day before. I had made sure that it was perfectly furnished with everything that she would ever need. I told her to look around the first floor as I quickly made my way to an empty bedroom. With the snap of my fingers, the white, empty room was converted into the perfect nursery. We just needed our son to complete the family.
Once I had shown her everything, I left her in the house, to grieve for the loved ones that I would kill in only a few short minutes. I told her that I had to retrieve our son who had been kept by his grandfather, safe from the demon attack. She let me go alone after a few minutes of pleading, and promising that I would return, our son in tow, safe and sound.
I reappeared in the Halliwell manor and hoped that the family had arrived home, so I would not have to go through the hassle of looking for them. Of course it could be done, I just didn't feel like a witch-hunt. A smile crept across my face as I saw the whole family in the sitting room.
"This is too easy," I told myself as I saw the distressed looks on their faces, most likely worrying about their missing sister.
The infant wasn't in the room, which I saw as a good sign. I knew that the child protected itself with a forcefield, but as long as he didn't see me do what I was about to do, I knew that I could get him to let it down for me. After all, I was his daddy, or at least I would be after this.
They of course weren't expecting me so it was easy to knock one out. Paige had been the first one to die, so easy was her demise. One arrow and she was down. Leo and Piper ran to her aid at once so I shot the next arrow at Leo, his focus on the youngest Charmed One-two down, one to go. She saw me and began trying to blow me up. But there was one thing different from our last encounter, I was still invincible but to her misfortune, she was not. It only took one powerful energy ball and she was gone, dead. Funny, after all the things that happened, I was now finishing the mission I had set out to do in the first place when I had been sent by the triad. I had ended the Charmed Ones, their legacy now lay on the shoulders of a two month old boy, but he would not carry on their name. The Halliwells would end now on this night.
I walked up the stairs and into the fixed up nursery in Piper and Leo's closet.
"Not good enough for you, my son," I whispered as I walked up to him.
I was surprised that I stood by the basinet and yet the small infant didn't raise his shield, thrilled but surprised just the same. This would make everything even easier. I picked up the baby and cradled him in my arms. He would make sure my plan didn't fail, keep the illusion alive. He would be the child that we were supposed to have, the one destiny had robbed us of. In my hand was a vial, one which I forced into the child's mouth before the small boy had time to react. Before his shield could be put up, the potion was in effect, binding his powers, no more worries. I couldn't very well have this little boy orb out sometime in the future, now could I. She would suspect something if that were to happen. This, however solved everything.
I removed the blue blanket that he was wrapped in and replaced it with a plain white one. No need to remind Pheobe of what she had lost with the blanket that held a triquetra. We would start over with our son, Benjamin Victor Turner and we would be happy, normal, raise him like a child is supposed to be raised, no demons attacking.
"Let's go see mommy," I told the infant who gurgled after hearing that word.
With that I disappeared and reappeared next to Pheobe, who immediately took the baby from me.
"I can't believe I don't remember him," she said and I watched as she soaked in the infant's features, his baby smell, the sounds he made. "What's his name?"
"Benjamin Victor Turner after our fathers," I told her.
I walked behind her and held her, looking over her shoulder at the blonde, blue-eyed infant. 'My perfect family,' I thought. He would be the link that held us together. I would not screw this up. She would stay happy and so would our newly found son. Maybe one day, we would actually have a biological child. If not, I didn't mind. This boy would be ours, no matter what happened.
How was it? Please review. I really hope this didn't confuse anyone. If it did, please feel free to email me and I will explain anything that seems confusing. I hope you liked it.