Okay, so I've suffered major writer's block and I guess that's my excuse for not updating in a while. I think that having the summer free has made me not have a schedule for updating my fics since I usually write at school. Oh, well. I'm trying and in a week, I'll be back at school so I hope my reviews will be more frequent.

Oh, and please check out my latest story, My Bloody Valentine. It's my fav. to write at the moment, but I haven't gotten a lot of reviews so please at least review it to tell me what you don't like, so I'll know what to fix.

Thanks go out to my muse for helping me get through writer's block.

Only one chapter to go after this one. And then an epilogue.

Chapter 33-Help Has Arrived

"I knew I wouldn't stay dead long. Where are they?" Pheobe asked. "You don't actually expect me to return to my witch duties without them?"

A blank look spread over the Elders' faces, no sympathy, no emotion.

Pheobe let a slight chuckle escape from her lips before starting again.

"Well then, I guess it's time for plan B. I'll be back in a minute," she said with an evil smirk. "Coming sisters?"

"There's a demon that we have to vanquish," Piper informed her sister.

"Sorry. I can't help with that. Not until they give back what they took from me," Pheobe told her sister.

"He can't be vanquished without the Power of Three. The boys..." Piper started.

"They boys are safe at Magic school. Don't pull that guilt trip on me. You of all people should understand why I'm doing this," Pheobe said. "Prue, how about you?"

"Whatever your plans are, I'm with you," the eldest Charmed One answered without a moment of hesitation and stood by her baby sister. "What do we do?"

"Hope ya don't mind being bad. Drink this," Pheobe told her sister and handed her a vial.

They both drank the potion and felt as a horrible sensation overwhelmed them both.

"Follow me," Pheobe exclaimed as she shimmered out.

The Elders stood speechless and wondered just how far this woman would go. Was she so far gone, devastated by her loss, that she would actually kill, hurt, make alliances with demons? She already had a demonic power. Would she continue at that rate? Not knowing made them more fearful than any threat that they had dealt with. Only time would tell.

"So what's your plan?" Prue asked when they appeared in the Underworld.

"No idea. I got as far as making the potion that would duplicate the shimmering power, and then I couldn't think of anything. Just thought we'd wing it," Pheobe explained to her sister.

"You don't have a plan?" Prue screamed.

"Not technically but I'm sure something will hit me," Pheobe said. "I won't stop until they're home."

"Then neither will I," Prue promised. "It's my fault. I didn't protect them."

"You did the best you could," Pheobe comforted her sister, which was easier than dealing with her own pain. "What does he look like?"

A smile crossed over Prue's face as the image of her young nephew filled her mind.

"He has Cole's blue eyes and a tiny bit of dark hair. Ten chubby fingers and toes. I remember looking at him and seeing you in him. He smiled and it was you, your same smile that's contagious. He has that perfect newborn baby smell," Prue said, as though the infant was right there.

She saw the look of pain on her baby sister's face and she pulled her into a hug.

"We'll get him back. We'll get both of them back. We just need a plan," she said.

"Wait, I think I have one. Follow me to the manor. I need a spell," Pheobe said before shimmering out.

Knowing that she would soon know what was going on, Prue followed her sister and waited for her plan.

After arriving in the attic, Pheobe started flipping the pages of the book of Shadows furiously.

"What are you look...?" Prue asked, but before she could finish the question Pheobe had already found what she had been searching for. "The Belthazar summoning spell? How is that going to help us?"

"I just need to reword it a little," Pheobe said as she scribbled it onto a piece of paper and then set off to work on rewriting the thing.

"I don't think Cole will come no matter how much you rewrite the spell," Prue informed her little sister with as much compassion as she could.

"It's not for Cole," Pheobe stated.

"I don't understand. Who else would the Belthazar summoning spell work on?" Prue asked as her baby sister stood up with an excited look on her face.

"Done!" she exclaimed and began to recite the spell.

"Magic Forces black and white
reaching out through space and light,
be she far or be she near
bring the mother of Belthazar here."

There was a gust of wind and then a figure became present, a beautiful woman, long brown hair, stunning blue eyes. She looked no older than thirty-five but Pheobe knew that this was the right woman.

"You rang," the woman said as she looked at the two women, a wicked playing on her lips.

I finally updated. Yay for me! Please read and review. Hoping to end with 200 reviews if possible. Hope you like it