Ok, well it's been a while since I've updated and I don't know if anyone's still reading this but that's ok. I fully intend to finish this story. Anyways, sit back, relax, and happy reading...

Disclaimer- I do not own Charmed or any of its characters. They are all owned by Aaron Spelling but I do own those characters that you don't recognize.

The days after all the children had appeared in his penthouse had been rather exhausting for Cole. He was only a man. He had no idea how to deal with children, especially demonic children. It would have been different if it was only one child that he had to deal with but there were 34 children in his apartment ranging from 3 years olds to Damien, who was 17 years old.

It was about 10:00 at night and most of the children were asleep. Cole had made sure that they went to sleep early for the people in the apartment below had already complained of hearing stomping in the night. He collapsed onto his couch with a sigh and massaged his temple. He turned his head to look at Taryn, who for some reason felt that it was her duty to protect him just in case anyone attacked him. She and Damien would alternate each night, leaving them exhausted the next morning.

"Taryn." The girl snapped her head up and looked at him wit ha piercing stare. "Go to sleep." She shook her head. "You need the rest."

Taryn got up from where she was sitting and walked over to him. "I said I would keep watch and that's exactly what I'm doing."

"And I'm telling you that you need rest," assured Cole gently. He got up and said, "If you are tired in the morning, what will happen if we are attacked?"

Taryn glared at him and reluctantly lay down on the couch. After a few minutes, Cole could hear her soft breathing, telling him that she was indeed asleep.

He looked around at the rest of the children. They were asleep everywhere. Some were on the table, some were on the ground, and some were even on the ceiling.

He mumbled something to himself and looked around wondering where he could sleep. He found a chair that was unoccupied and began walking towards it when he heard a small knock on his door. He frowned and walked over to it. Slowly opening it, he was very shocked when he saw a scowling Phoebe standing behind it with her hands on her hips.

"Still alive, are you?"

Cole rolled his eyes and asked, "What do want right now?"

Phoebe wrapped her arms around herself and said, "Piper's been kind of worried so she asked me to check on you."

"Are you sure that you weren't feeling worried?"

"Dream on, Cole." She looked around and said, "Can I come inside? It's freezing out here."

Cole was about to say no but Phoebe pushed the door open. The moment she saw the children, she froze. "Wh-what is going on here?"

"Keep your voice down, will you?" He gestured for her to come inside before closing the door. He closed the door and said, "About five days ago, just after I came to the manor, these children appeared. They were about to be murdered, Phoebe. They had no where else to go."

Phoebe's eyes widened as she took in the sleeping demons. "How many are there?"

"Thirty four." Cole scratched his neck and yawned, causing Phoebe to look at him with a look that bordered concern.

"And you've been watching over them this whole time?" Cole nodded.

Phoebe looked around and said, "At least Piper won't be worrying about you anymore." She bit her lip and said, "You could have always asked us to look over them for you..."

"I don't think they would trust you to enough to let you look after them," mumbled Cole, stifling a yawn.

Phoebe shrugged and looked down. After a few minutes she said, "Why don't you go to sleep? I'll stay here till the morning and watch them for now."

"No...Go home. Piper will be worried."

"She knows that you won't let anything happen to me, Cole." They both stared at each other for a few seconds before Cole collapsed into the chair that he was originally going to sleep on. Phoebe rolled her eyes and sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed the manor's number, waiting for Piper to pick up. "Hello?"

"Hey Piper," whispered Phoebe.

"Oh, it's you. I was getting kind of worried. Where are you?"

"I'm at Cole's..." Phoebe looked around and said, "He has a small problem here so I'm staying the night."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yeah...but do you think you could come in the morning at around seven?"

"Why?"

"Just come, please?"

"Alright, I'll come. Stay safe."

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Good night, Piper."

"Night Phoebe."

Phoebe turned her phone of and stuffed it into her bag. She sighed and shook her head. There was no way that she would be able to refuse to help Cole. She had proof of what was going on down there. Even in the dark, she could see that some of the children looked rather unhealthy and slightly hurt. It wasn't a pleasant sight. Hugging her knees to her chest, she kept her eyes open, watching over them.

Cole woke up at six thirty in the morning to the smell of scrambled eggs. He opened his eyes blearily only to see Phoebe cooking while trying not to wake the children who were asleep on the counter by the stove.

He staggered over to her and said, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to cook something..."

Cole nodded and said, "Do you want me to move them?" He gestured to the children. Phoebe nodded and he gently carried them and placed them on the ground. He turned back to Phoebe and frowned as he saw faint circles under her eyes. "Did you sleep at all?"

"No."

Cole looked at her uncertainly and said, "Do you want to sleep now?"

Phoebe glared at him and said, "I'm cooking. I can't sleep and cook at the same time."

"Suit yourself." He looked around and smirked. "I would stop cooking though."

"Why?" Phoebe looked up at him questioningly.

"They'll be waking up soon."

"That's a problem?"

"You don't know full demonic children. They have the worst manners in the world." Cole smiled sweetly at Phoebe who gave him a disgusted look. "They'll rip you apart if you don't give them what they want."

"They won't rip me apart," replied Phoebe. "Piper's coming."

"When?" Cole frowned.

Phoebe glanced at her watch and said, "Oh...in about ten minutes." She smiled to herself and looked down at the scrambled eggs. She scraped them off of the pan and after putting them in another bowl that was filled to the top with scrambled eggs, proceeded to crack two more eggs. A yawn caused her to look up from what she was doing. A boy with extremely black haired got up from the ground and bowed down to Cole who pulled him up. The boy gave Cole a cocky grin then set his gaze on Phoebe. Noticing that she was not doing anything to Cole, he relaxed slightly and asked, "Who is she, Uncle?" Damien had refused to call Cole anything but Uncle for some odd reason. He seemed to have taken a rather odd liking to the name. Cole didn't mind and called him nephew sometimes."

"This is Phoebe," replied Cole. "Phoebe, Damien. Damien is the leader of these children."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," replied Damien, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He frowned slightly and asked, "Are you a demon?" Phoebe snorted causing Cole to smile. "What's so funny?" asked Damien with a frown.

"She's a witch, Damien," replied Cole, his eyes twinkling slightly.

"You have a witch, in your house?" hissed Damien.

"You have a nephew?" asked Phoebe with mock surprise.

Damien growled at her and held his hand out causing an energy ball to form in it. He has about to throw it when he found that his hand and the energy ball were frozen in the air. He turned his head only to see another woman, who looked like the witch in front of him, walk in front of him.

"You are a very naughty boy," said Piper shaking her finger at him. He growled at her. Piper turned to Phoebe and said, "Eggs much?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes and said, "Hey, it's the easiest thing to make apart from toast."

Piper smiled and looked at Cole. "I think you have more than a small situation here. You could have asked us for help."

Cole crossed his arms and said, "What would you have done?"

"We have more room at the manor. You could have stayed there for a while."

"That's exactly what I said," mumbled Phoebe, putting the just finished eggs into the bowl. By this time, the whole penthouse smelled like eggs and many of the children had started to wake up. A few of the caught sight of Damien in his frozen position and began poking him earning scowls from him.

"They're so cute," said Piper with a smile.

"They're deadly as well," said Cole softly.

Piper rolled her eyes and turned back to Damien. "No more energy balls, are we clear?"

Damien growled in reply and was immediately released. He rubbed his wrist and looked at the bowl of eggs. "Is that for her?"

"It's for all of you," replied Phoebe, pushing it towards him."

Damien looked at it disdainfully before stalking off towards a small girl with pale blond hair. He touched her shoulder and she sat up, wide awake. She sniffed the air and looked at Damien. He pointed to the bowl of eggs and she nodded.

Piper and Phoebe watched with fascination while Cole watched with an expression resembling pride. Damien walked back to them and said, "She said that it's safe to eat but it's slightly burnt.

Phoebe was about to reply but a red colored energy ball flew right by her head, causing her to duck to the floor. Cole rushed to the other side of the counter to help her up. Once he pulled her back up, he glared at the demon who had shot the energy ball.

"Taryn, what did you do that for?" he hissed. Cole's blue eyes were met by defiant blue eyes that stared with hatred at Phoebe.

"I said I would watch over you and that's what I'm doing."

He turned to Phoebe and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Fine," she muttered, pushing him off her.

Taryn glared at Phoebe and raised a hand ready to throw another energy ball at Phoebe but was unable to as Piper froze her whole body except for her head.

"Release her!" demanded Damien, taking a step towards the girl.

"Tell her to back off," seethed Piper. "We've done nothing to her."

Damien raised an eyebrow and asked, "Really?"

Piper raised her hand and said, "Do you want me to blow you up, because I have no problem with it."

Right there, Damien realized who Piper was. His eyes widened considerably as he took another step backwards. He muttered something into Taryn's ear. Taryn's jaw dropped as she looked at Cole, Phoebe, and Piper. Damien nodded fearfully at Piper who unfroze Taryn. The teens dropped to the floor in an elegant bow.

Taryn glanced up at Piper and said, "Forgive me, master, we had no idea that she was a...Charmed One." Damien nudged her in the ribs and went a deeper bow directed towards Phoebe, said, "My lady..."

Cole frowned at the two and said, "You don't need to bow."

Phoebe shook her head and gestured to the bowl. "Eat."

Damien took a last fearful glance at Piper, who smirked at him, and quickly grabbing the bowl, went off to a corner of the penthouse, the other children behind him.

"You have a wonderful nephew, Cole," said Phoebe resting her face in her hands. She was not smiling.

Cole ran a hand through his untidy hair and said, "Look, I'm sorry about the two of them. Their parents were killed by witches and they are very protective of anyone close to them."

"We understand," said Piper, looking at the children with pity. "They seem like they haven't had a decent meal in years."

Cole nodded and yawned. "I should probably take a shower or something." He shook his head and said, "I have a meeting with the council down there…" He trailed off and looked at the witches.

Phoebe rolled her eyes and said with a huff, "Count me in, I guess." She shook her head and glared at Piper who smiled. "We just need Paige now. She won't be back until day after tomorrow."

Cole nodded and looked at the children who were now fighting over their food. "We'll look after them," said Piper.

"We can look after ourselves," intoned Damien who had managed to get out of the mob of fighting children.

"That may be," said Phoebe, staring at the boy, "but this place smells."

"Whose fault is that?" asked Piper, earning a small grin from Damien.

Phoebe frowned at Piper and said, "We have three bathrooms in our manor and more than enough soap to go around. Besides, aren't you getting a little tired of staying in here?"

"I went to the grocery store with Uncle once," said Damien seriously.

Piper cracked up at this comment and turned to the boy. "The grocery store? Our house is grocery store." Damien's eyes widened. Piper saw this and said, "It isn't really but it is good enough to be one." She shook her head and let out a short laugh. "Listen, Damien, you are all coming to the manor and you will stay there till Cole comes back from his council meeting. Are we clear?" Damien nodded quickly. "I want to you to gather everyone up and make sure that this place is cleaned up by the time he comes out of the shower."

"Yes," whispered Damien bowing slightly to Piper.

She looked at him and laughed. Turning back to Phoebe, she said, "Are you alright Phoebs?"

"Tired," she groaned. "Elise is going to kill me."

"I'll tell her you caught the flu," replied Piper, pulling a potion out of her bag.

"What's that for?" asked Phoebe. "Are you going to vanquish one of these children?"

Piper flushed slightly and said, "No! This is to get back home. I didn't feel like driving here. HOw do you think I got here in the first place? I didn't ring the doorbell."

"Oh," replied Phoebe absentmindedly. "Then I'll see you in a little while."

Piper smiled at her sister before throwing the potion down. There was a flash and Piper was gone.