So, here's the last chapter aside from the epilogue. Hope you enjoy. Trying to update as fast as I can but school is killing me.

Chapter 34-How it Should Be

"I know this is probably the last place you want to be but I need your help, your son needs your help," Pheobe began, staring into the eyes of a woman who appeared not much older than herself.

"Belthazar? What happened to him?" the woman asked, becoming immediately more alert at the mention of her child.

"They were taken by the Cleaners, Cole and our son. The Elders said that they were a threat to good," Pheobe explained.

"Belthazar has a child?" Elizabeth seemed shocked by this statement.

"Yes, Ben, and the more time we spend talking, the less chance we'll have to save them. Will you help me?" Pheobe asked.

"What's your plan?" Elizabeth asked.

"Something along the lines of an Elder hunt," Pheobe said, smiling.

"Ready when you are," the blue-eyed woman replied, the same sinister smile playing across her face.

Prue entered the room, then, carrying vials filled with a thick yellow substance.

"Ready," she said as she handed half of them to her baby sister.

All three women shimmered out and using another spell were able to obtain access to "up there" without having to orb.

They shimmered to a white room where many cloaked figures stood, discussing something that, by the tone of their voices, sounded urgent.

"Ya might wanna save that for the next staff meeting," Pheobe held up one of the vials as she said this, taunting them.

"You brought a demon. This is sacred. How could you be so reckless?" One Elder scolded her.

"Excuse me, I seem to have lost all respect for you and this so called sacred place. And she's not just a demon. She's also a mother. Meet Elizabeth Turner," Pheobe was thoroughly enjoying the moment and the disgust and fear evident on the Elders' faces.

"I will let you survive only if my son and his child are restored. Don't be foolish," Elizabeth warned as she let an energy ball form in her right hand.

"You think that we will obey you, demon," an Elder stepped forward, holding back a chuckle. "You are not too powerful for us."

That was all it took. Within a moment, the smug Elder had been reduced to a pile of ashes.

It was at this moment that all of Pheobe's emotions were unleashed. So much anger bottled up, so much pain. Even Elizabeth and Prue took a step back. Her vials were gone within seconds, a minute at the most, and she began to forcefully tear them from her older sister's arms and continue with her mission.

"I didn't even get to see my son, you bastards!" she screamed as she threw another vial, crying so much that a few of the vials missed their targets. "I was in a coma and you took them. I didn't even get a chance to fight or to at least say goodbye. You took the coward's way out, tried to make me forget."

An Elder attempted to stop the rampage, raising her hand to use her powers, but was stopped as Elizabeth threw an energy ball.

"Return them or the rest of you will die. Nine are already dead. You might want to think about your answer," Elizabeth encouraged them.

Pheobe, out of potion, fell to her knees, tears clouding her ability to see anything going on around her. She could hear nothing; feel nothing except for the pain flowing through her body, releasing itself in her mind. She couldn't think, couldn't move, in a daze. Too tired, and defeated, she lay on the white sterile floor, her eyes fixed on a location which held nothing but white, and began in a whisper a lullaby sung to her as a child.

"She must be sedated. Use the spell," an Elder instructed another, seeing this as their opportunity to stop any more deaths of their fellow Elders.

Elizabeth, surprised by her own feeling toward the woman, broken on the ground, stepped forward to protect her.

"You can't afford to lose any more Elders. It will drain your power," Prue explained. "All we want is our family. You give them back and no one else has to die. This never would have had to happen, but you insisted on taking them."

All that were left of the Elders deliberated on what their decision would be and after a few minutes, all nodded in agreement.

"Pheobe, its okay, baby. They agreed. You have them back. Can you hear me?" Prue asked, pulling her baby sister into her arms, afraid as she looked into her face and found nothing. "You're gonna be okay. Everyone's gonna be okay."

She gently kissed Pheobe's head and pulled back stray locks of hair that clung to her tear-stained face as she rocked her in her arms.

"What are you waiting for?" Elizabeth screamed.

"We need quiet, demon," An Elder spat at her. "To summon the Cleaners."

A man materialized and looked toward the ones who had summoned him.

"What do you need?" the man is white asked, waiting for a mission.

"Reinstate the lives of Cole and the infant Benjamin Turner," the Elder instructed of the man who obeyed with slight hesitation.

"Belthazar," Elizabeth cried, looking into the eyes of the child she hadn't seen in sixty years.

"Forgot to tell you about the last part of the agreement," an Elder stated simply as a force of energy flew from his hand and immediately made contact with Elizabeth's chest.

Cole was torn. He wanted to run to his mother, to say goodbye, but his wife was there, fragile, in the arms of her sister, being rocked as though she were only a scared child awake after a horrible nightmare.

"Take care of them. Don't worry about me. I would gladly choose this if it meant you and my grandchild could live a happy life," Elizabeth told her son, in the loudest tone she could use as her breath began to leave her.

Cole expressed everything he needed to with a simple look in her direction and seeing his mother pass away, ran to where his love was.

As Cole took Pheobe from Prue, she shimmered out to inform Piper of the miracle that had just occurred.

Holding onto her, Cole shimmered her to the manor, holding onto little Benjamin, not wanting to spend any more time than they had to "up there."

"Would you like to meet your son?" Cole asked, not really understanding anything about how they were all together, just enjoying the moment.

He placed the baby boy into his mother's arms and it seemed that he was the cure to her pain. She looked into his eyes and as she did, everything she felt left her, leaving only happiness and relief behind. Her eyes were once again full of life as she watched the newborn fidget with his tiny hands, attempting to figure out the meaning of them.

Pulling Cole closer to her, she was finally able to say that she had her family, a husband, a child. She leaned in closer to him and kissed him with all the force left in her before they both turned their attention back to the bundle held in her arms. For the first time, everything was how it should be.

And everyone is happy! I hope. Please review and I really hoped you liked it. Still have an epilogue to write