Disclaimer: Just don't own Charmed.
Broken
Everyone orbed back into the manor. Leo was watching Phaith's sleeping body and didn't even acknowledge their presence until Piper placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "Her body's healed, but she's not waking up," Leo said, bowing his head in exhaustion.
Phoebe moved over to kneel by the couch. She looked at her daughter's fair face, and sighed. "That's because her mind is in utter chaos," Phoebe said closing her eyes, and placing her hand on Phaith's forehead. "Her thoughts and emotions are racing in different directions and it's hurting her."
"So what do we do?" Wyatt asked softly, side hugging Chris comfortingly.
"I don't know," Phoebe said, her emotions taking over. Her head fell to Phaith's chest and Phoebe began crying. No one moved as though time had frozen, their emotions filling their hearts and each tear drop falling into a pin drop silence. Piper was the one who finally broke the silence. "Phoebe?" she called softly.
"I'd rather be alone right now Piper," Phoebe said as calmly as she could, her eyes still drowning in tears.
Piper nodded her head, even though Phoebe couldn't see, and motioned for everyone to leave the room. Everyone moved slowly up the stairs, each step harder to take the next, while Phoebe continued to stare at Phaith.
The evening wore on, and Phoebe's vigil went on unwavering and undisturbed until the mantle clock began to toll the hour. Phoebe listened to the tune, and felt each and every chime echo through her in the silent house. On the twelfth chime the room began to grow warmer, a fact that Phoebe instantly picked up. She stood and looked around the room until she noticed a small whirlwind forming by the stairs. As she watched it grew stronger and erupted into flames and light, causing Phoebe to shield her eyes. When she was able to look again, shock and apprehension meet her in the form of a man in a black suit. "Phoebe?" he asked, dazed himself.
"Cole," Phoebe breathed.
A/N: Told you I had another twist. Sorry for the delay, but the holidays have been murder to try to write during.