This is my first story so feel free to criticize. I'm not sure how long
this story will be. It depends on if I get any reviews.
This story takes place during the sixth season.
"I'm not giving up. I'm not going away."
These words rang in Pheobe's ears as she woke up from yet another dream. She had been having dreams about Cole since they had vanquished him about a year ago. They ranged from the good memories they had, like the first day she met him when she knew that this man was her soul mate, her one true love to the bad ones like when he had committed the ultimate betrayal by killing a witch in front of her. She later found out it was a spell that had forced him to do this grievance act of violence, but the witch had still lost her life because of him.
Her latest dream had been when she and her sisters had been turned into warlocks. Cole had helped them return to normal, but she had refused to stay with him saying that the temptation of evil was too strong. Pheobe got out of bed and made her way down to the kitchen. She could never go back to sleep after having dreams about him. The pain was too much to bear. She knew if she went to sleep that she would probably have another one and she couldn't handle more than one per night.
When she was in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, she didn't notice that while her back was turned, a woman appeared. She was beautiful with dark hair and icy, blue eyes. When Pheobe turned around, she spilled the contents of her cup, which happened to be tea. The woman didn't scare her. It was just that she didn't expect to see someone else in the room at three in the morning. She looked at the woman and for some reason she didn't fear her. There was something familiar about her. She didn't feel hate coming from the woman. She only sensed pain and loss.
"Why are you here?" she said in a strong, firm voice.
"I have been sent to you, Pheobe," the woman said holding out her hand for Pheobe to take.
"What? Why?" Pheobe asked. There was an awkward silence and then a force beyond Pheobe's control made her put her hand over the other woman's. As she did this, both she and the other woman disappeared. A few seconds later they were standing on the beach. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore.
"Where are we?" Pheobe asked in an uncomfortably calm manner.
"We are in What If," the woman answered.
"What is that?" Pheobe asked.
"A place where people come to see an alternate version of their lives," the woman started. "Everyone, demons, witches, mortals, everyone has once wondered that if they had done something different or said something different, would the outcome have changed? Well this is where you come to find out," the woman explained.
"But I didn't ask to be brought here. Why me?" Pheobe asked.
"You tell me," the woman said. "What does your heart ask every day?" the woman asked.
"If Cole could have been saved and became human if we had helped him instead of condemning him and letting him be driven mad by his powers forcing us to vanquish him," Pheobe said, her eyes full of tears. "Here you are," the woman said. On cue, the scenery around them changed and then the woman was nowhere to be seen.
"Wait, how will I get home?" Pheobe asked, but the woman was already gone. Pheobe was now sitting in an S.U.V. right in front of the Halliwell Manor, a house that generations of Halliwell's have lived and fought in. Two other sport utility vehicles were in the driveway so she got out and left her car where it was and she walked up the stairs to the house that she has lived in her entire life. She got up the courage and turned the doorknob. She opened and shut the door as quietly as possible. She had no idea of what this life was like. Cole could have lured her back to the Underworld and she could be his queen in this life for all she knew.
"Pheobe, is that you?" a familiar voice asked. Piper, Pheobe thought. If Piper was there then that meant the house still belonged to the Charmed Ones. "We're in the dining room and someone is about to eat the last roll if you don't," Piper said laughing.
"I was not." Pheobe had to hold on to the table when she heard this.
"Prue," Pheobe whispered. Her big sister had returned. This life seemed all right so far.
"I'm coming," Pheobe replied after a long period of silence. She walked into the living room and saw familiar faces. Piper, Leo, Prue, and Cole were sitting around the table. Empty spots were scattered around the table. Two highchairs were moved close to the table and a little boy that Pheobe assumed was Wyatt ran in and sat beside Leo. Cole saw Pheobe come in and stood up and walked over to her.
"Hey, honey," he said as he kissed her. He hugged her gently, then pulled out a chair for her. She had forgotten what it felt like to be near him. He brought a sense of protection with him as well as so many other things. When she sat down, she noticed that he had sat her down right beside a little girl, about a year or so old, sitting in her highchair. She giggled as she saw Pheobe.
"Wyatt, eat your food," Piper told the little boy. "But it's yucky," he told her while making a funny face.
"It's healthy," Piper explained. Pheobe laughed as she saw him make that face. This was definitely Wyatt although he was older. He was about four in this life, but in hers, he was only a little older than a year. Pheobe looked at the little boy on the other side of Piper in his highchair. He looked older than the child sitting beside Pheobe. His hair was darker than Wyatt's and he had Piper's eyes. In her time, Piper was pregnant. Could this be the same child? In the middle of her thoughts, she saw orbs flying and then a pacifier appeared in the baby boy's mouth. Immediately, the girl to Pheobe's right started crying.
"Chris," Piper scolded the child. She took the pacifier and walked into the kitchen. Cole picked up the baby girl, but she continued to cry.
"Prudence, it's all right," he kept saying to her. She was looking at Pheobe. Cole saw that the baby wanted Pheobe.
"All right, I'm not helping. I guess mom beats dad," Cole said.
"Here, baby. Do you want mommy?" he asked as he put the baby in Pheobe's arms. Pheobe looked at this little girl in her arms realizing that she was her daughter. She had piercing blue eyes and golden brown ringlets for hair, Pheobe's natural color. She had a few teeth coming in. She didn't want to let on that she didn't belong there, so she let her maternal instincts take over, and the little girl started to calm down. Pheobe stood up and gently rocked her back and forth.
"Benjamin," Prue yelled.
"Come eat. Your food is getting cold," Prue told him.
"Okay, I'm coming, aunt Prue," the voice said mispronouncing her name. The sound of footsteps were heard and then a little boy walked in.
"Mommy," the boy cried as he ran to Pheobe and put his arms around her waist. He seemed like it had been forever since he saw his mother.
"Hey, baby," Pheobe said, hoping that this was something she would normally say. She had just found out that she had two children. They were beautiful. They both had Cole's eyes. Benjamin's hair looked exactly like Cole's. He looked just like his father. He was about three years old, so he was younger than Wyatt. The child let go of her and took his place at the table between Cole and Pheobe. After Prudence stopped crying, Pheobe put her back in the highchair, and then she sat back down. While they were eating, Prue talked about work, and Wyatt and Benjamin talked about their day.
"Daddy took us to the park and I had three ice-creams," Benjamin told Phoebe holding up three fingers to show how much he had.
"Benjamin," Cole said.
"Oh, sorry daddy. I forgot," Benjamin said and then put his hand over his mouth. Cole chuckled, cleared his throat, and then tried to change the subject.
"It's okay," Pheobe said laughing. Cole started talking about how his day had been. Pheobe had learned a lot about her family so far. Prue owns her own company, Piper still owns P3, and Cole is now a suave, important lawyer at Jackson, Turner & Hall. Pheobe was proud of her family, but something was wrong. Where was Paige?
While Cole was talking, a cry was heard over the baby monitor that sat on an end table in the hall. Cole stopped mid-sentence.
"Potter's awake," he said as he stood up.
To be continued...
Please review and tell me if it's worth continuing. Tell me if it's boring or not interesting and I'll try to add more action
This story takes place during the sixth season.
"I'm not giving up. I'm not going away."
These words rang in Pheobe's ears as she woke up from yet another dream. She had been having dreams about Cole since they had vanquished him about a year ago. They ranged from the good memories they had, like the first day she met him when she knew that this man was her soul mate, her one true love to the bad ones like when he had committed the ultimate betrayal by killing a witch in front of her. She later found out it was a spell that had forced him to do this grievance act of violence, but the witch had still lost her life because of him.
Her latest dream had been when she and her sisters had been turned into warlocks. Cole had helped them return to normal, but she had refused to stay with him saying that the temptation of evil was too strong. Pheobe got out of bed and made her way down to the kitchen. She could never go back to sleep after having dreams about him. The pain was too much to bear. She knew if she went to sleep that she would probably have another one and she couldn't handle more than one per night.
When she was in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, she didn't notice that while her back was turned, a woman appeared. She was beautiful with dark hair and icy, blue eyes. When Pheobe turned around, she spilled the contents of her cup, which happened to be tea. The woman didn't scare her. It was just that she didn't expect to see someone else in the room at three in the morning. She looked at the woman and for some reason she didn't fear her. There was something familiar about her. She didn't feel hate coming from the woman. She only sensed pain and loss.
"Why are you here?" she said in a strong, firm voice.
"I have been sent to you, Pheobe," the woman said holding out her hand for Pheobe to take.
"What? Why?" Pheobe asked. There was an awkward silence and then a force beyond Pheobe's control made her put her hand over the other woman's. As she did this, both she and the other woman disappeared. A few seconds later they were standing on the beach. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore.
"Where are we?" Pheobe asked in an uncomfortably calm manner.
"We are in What If," the woman answered.
"What is that?" Pheobe asked.
"A place where people come to see an alternate version of their lives," the woman started. "Everyone, demons, witches, mortals, everyone has once wondered that if they had done something different or said something different, would the outcome have changed? Well this is where you come to find out," the woman explained.
"But I didn't ask to be brought here. Why me?" Pheobe asked.
"You tell me," the woman said. "What does your heart ask every day?" the woman asked.
"If Cole could have been saved and became human if we had helped him instead of condemning him and letting him be driven mad by his powers forcing us to vanquish him," Pheobe said, her eyes full of tears. "Here you are," the woman said. On cue, the scenery around them changed and then the woman was nowhere to be seen.
"Wait, how will I get home?" Pheobe asked, but the woman was already gone. Pheobe was now sitting in an S.U.V. right in front of the Halliwell Manor, a house that generations of Halliwell's have lived and fought in. Two other sport utility vehicles were in the driveway so she got out and left her car where it was and she walked up the stairs to the house that she has lived in her entire life. She got up the courage and turned the doorknob. She opened and shut the door as quietly as possible. She had no idea of what this life was like. Cole could have lured her back to the Underworld and she could be his queen in this life for all she knew.
"Pheobe, is that you?" a familiar voice asked. Piper, Pheobe thought. If Piper was there then that meant the house still belonged to the Charmed Ones. "We're in the dining room and someone is about to eat the last roll if you don't," Piper said laughing.
"I was not." Pheobe had to hold on to the table when she heard this.
"Prue," Pheobe whispered. Her big sister had returned. This life seemed all right so far.
"I'm coming," Pheobe replied after a long period of silence. She walked into the living room and saw familiar faces. Piper, Leo, Prue, and Cole were sitting around the table. Empty spots were scattered around the table. Two highchairs were moved close to the table and a little boy that Pheobe assumed was Wyatt ran in and sat beside Leo. Cole saw Pheobe come in and stood up and walked over to her.
"Hey, honey," he said as he kissed her. He hugged her gently, then pulled out a chair for her. She had forgotten what it felt like to be near him. He brought a sense of protection with him as well as so many other things. When she sat down, she noticed that he had sat her down right beside a little girl, about a year or so old, sitting in her highchair. She giggled as she saw Pheobe.
"Wyatt, eat your food," Piper told the little boy. "But it's yucky," he told her while making a funny face.
"It's healthy," Piper explained. Pheobe laughed as she saw him make that face. This was definitely Wyatt although he was older. He was about four in this life, but in hers, he was only a little older than a year. Pheobe looked at the little boy on the other side of Piper in his highchair. He looked older than the child sitting beside Pheobe. His hair was darker than Wyatt's and he had Piper's eyes. In her time, Piper was pregnant. Could this be the same child? In the middle of her thoughts, she saw orbs flying and then a pacifier appeared in the baby boy's mouth. Immediately, the girl to Pheobe's right started crying.
"Chris," Piper scolded the child. She took the pacifier and walked into the kitchen. Cole picked up the baby girl, but she continued to cry.
"Prudence, it's all right," he kept saying to her. She was looking at Pheobe. Cole saw that the baby wanted Pheobe.
"All right, I'm not helping. I guess mom beats dad," Cole said.
"Here, baby. Do you want mommy?" he asked as he put the baby in Pheobe's arms. Pheobe looked at this little girl in her arms realizing that she was her daughter. She had piercing blue eyes and golden brown ringlets for hair, Pheobe's natural color. She had a few teeth coming in. She didn't want to let on that she didn't belong there, so she let her maternal instincts take over, and the little girl started to calm down. Pheobe stood up and gently rocked her back and forth.
"Benjamin," Prue yelled.
"Come eat. Your food is getting cold," Prue told him.
"Okay, I'm coming, aunt Prue," the voice said mispronouncing her name. The sound of footsteps were heard and then a little boy walked in.
"Mommy," the boy cried as he ran to Pheobe and put his arms around her waist. He seemed like it had been forever since he saw his mother.
"Hey, baby," Pheobe said, hoping that this was something she would normally say. She had just found out that she had two children. They were beautiful. They both had Cole's eyes. Benjamin's hair looked exactly like Cole's. He looked just like his father. He was about three years old, so he was younger than Wyatt. The child let go of her and took his place at the table between Cole and Pheobe. After Prudence stopped crying, Pheobe put her back in the highchair, and then she sat back down. While they were eating, Prue talked about work, and Wyatt and Benjamin talked about their day.
"Daddy took us to the park and I had three ice-creams," Benjamin told Phoebe holding up three fingers to show how much he had.
"Benjamin," Cole said.
"Oh, sorry daddy. I forgot," Benjamin said and then put his hand over his mouth. Cole chuckled, cleared his throat, and then tried to change the subject.
"It's okay," Pheobe said laughing. Cole started talking about how his day had been. Pheobe had learned a lot about her family so far. Prue owns her own company, Piper still owns P3, and Cole is now a suave, important lawyer at Jackson, Turner & Hall. Pheobe was proud of her family, but something was wrong. Where was Paige?
While Cole was talking, a cry was heard over the baby monitor that sat on an end table in the hall. Cole stopped mid-sentence.
"Potter's awake," he said as he stood up.
To be continued...
Please review and tell me if it's worth continuing. Tell me if it's boring or not interesting and I'll try to add more action