Hey! FINALLY I'm updating. Sorry for the wait, I hope this is worth it. I found this chapter really hard to write but I hope that doesn't come across. Kylie hun I'm writing this for you so you better enjoy it!

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Chapter 7: Somewhere I belong

The twinkling of orbs could almost have been mistaken for the rekindling of an old flame, of old feelings of love and lust in Phoebe Halliwell. She moved her arms around Cole's neck, leaning further into the kiss, never wanting it to end and felt him wrap his arms around her petite waist. Wait…orbs!

"What the hell isgoing on!"

The two former lovers sprung apart and while Cole looked down at the bedspread, Phoebe turned slowly to look at the owner of the voice. Paige stood before them, hands on hips, face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Phoebe noted that her eyes were puffy but bit her tongue. "Paige…we were just-"

"Oh I saw what you were just doing!" Paige yelled, putting her hand out to Phoebe. "I can't talk to you right now, you are not my sister." Phoebe's mouth dropped and she started to protest but Paige was not listening. She had turned angrily to Cole, who was still staring down at the bedspread. "What did you do to her, huh? Is she under a spell?"

"Paige I'm not-"

"Shh Phoebe!" Paige snapped, "If that even is Phoebe!"

"Paige," said Cole with a sigh, looking up at her and locking eyes with the young witch-lighter, "That is Phoebe, okay? She-"

"So she is under a spell!" At this, Paige dived at Cole and slapped him across the face. "I knew you weren't really a human!" she yelled, "How'd you do it huh? How'd you come back, fool the Elders and cast the spell on Phoebe!" Each question was emphasized with another smack to Cole's head or face, each one connecting no matter how hard he tried to block her.

"Paige, stop it!" Phoebe cried. She jumped up and grabbed her little sister around the waist, pulling her off of Cole and spinning her around so they were facing each other. "Paige it's me," she said softly, "Honestly. I'm not under any spell." Paige regarded her suspiciously, then sighed heavily.

"So you were making out with him out of choice!" she cried, "That's even worse!" Throwing her arms in the air, she orbed out in a flurry of blue lights, leaving Cole and Phoebe just staring at each other, the silence awkwardly unbearable for them both.

"Wow," Cole said with a short laugh, rubbing his jaw, "I did not miss her." Glancing away from him, Phoebe touched her middle and index finger to her lips, noting how they still tingled slightly from the kiss. The sense of deja vue almost knocked her down and she realized it was because Cole was feeling the exact same way.

"I need to get a grip," she muttered, putting her hands on her forehead and closing her eyes. She heard Cole move off of the bed and her eyes snapped open again when she felt his hands on her arms. Slowly, she looked up into his clear, grey-green eyes and her breath caught in her throat, tears springing into her eyes again. The hope she saw in those eyes, the soft smile. "What am I doing?" she whispered, her voice strained. She backed away from him, wrapping her arms around her body and looking down at the floor like a school girl that had just been caught doing something incredibly naughty.

His soft smile faded into a sad frown as he watched Phoebe Halliwell break his heart all over again. Those four words were like fireballs to his chest and as she backed away, his arms fell to his side, dejected. "What…but we…I mean you said…"

"I don't know what I'm doing," Phoebe whispered again, shaking her head and backing away from him until she hit the door. Finally, she looked up at him and just shook her head. "I can't do this again, Cole."

"Do what again?" he asked, starting towards her. He stopped dead when she flinched away and a tear trickled down his tanned cheek. "It won't be like last time," he said, fists clenching in determination at his sides, "I promise."

"What about the time before that?" Her question made the pain in Cole's shoulder well up; up until that point his mind had been on other things, on her, on their kiss. Clasping his hand over it, he sat back down on the bed and looked down at the carpet. "We've done this so many times, Cole," Phoebe continued, her eyes never leaving him, almost boring into him, "It never works. We never work."

"But I'm human now," he whispered.

"You were human before," she stated, her words taking on an almost bitter tone as the memory resurfaced, "And you became the Source of all Ev-"

"Not out of choice!" Cole's head snapped up and his eyes fixed on hers. "Please don't make that your deal-breaker, Phoebe. I never meant to….I was corrupted by the Seer, tricked. We all were!"

"You had a 'void'," Phoebe retorted, trying her hardest not to get angry, "A void that can only be filled by evil. How can I know…how can you know that that isn't going happen again?"

"Because there is no void now," Cole said, "Phoebe, I'm human. 100percent. You haven't…haven't stripped away my demon half. It's as if it never existed. All that's left is my human soul and that is all I am. There's nothing for evil to fill." He pushed himself up off of the bed and walked over to her, keeping his eyes locked onto her own as she watched and listened to him. "I'm as human as you are."

"You're susceptible to evil though, Cole," she said, "That's why the Seer chose you."

"All humans are," he said with a sigh, "Even you Phoebe…you more than anyone." To that, Phoebe slapped him hard across the face, her own hand even hurting in the process.

"Don't you dare talk about that," she hissed, "You made me evil. I had no choice in the matter."

"Wrong, Phoebe." Cole rubbed his cheek and looked at her almost coldly. "You had a choice. You didn't have to agree to be my Queen. You didn't have to leave your family and take my hand at the coronation. You had a choice. I didn't." He turned abruptly away from her and went and sat back on the bed putting his head in his hands and rubbing his temples. Maybe she's right, he thought, pinching his eyes closed to quash the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, We've tried so many times…maybe it's just not meant to be. He looked back up at her, only to see her standing in the exact same position, arms still wrapped around herself, tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked like a broken woman and it was at that moment when resolution hit Cole like a ton of bricks. No. We are meant to be together. We're soul mates, we belong together. I'm not giving up. Ever. At this, he stood up and walked purposefully over to the woman he had once called his wife and pulled her into his arms, one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of her head, stroking her hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

At first, Phoebe struggled, pounding her fists against his chest and shaking her head, murmuring the word, "No." over and over. However, when he started kissing the top of her head, rubbing small circles into her back, whispering, "I'm so sorry" and, "I've missed you so much", the pounding stopped and instead she buried her face into his shirt, clutching the front of it for dear life as quiet sobs shook her body. This was where she knew she belonged; in his arms.

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The sounds of shimmering pulled the seer out of her gaze. White eyes flashed to brown and she turned around, smiling when she saw the demon Anox standing behind her, at least a dozen other demons of all shapes and sizes gathered around him. She had always known he would come back; he would do as she asked. Demons crave power and if it was offered to them on a silver platter, they would not reject it. The chance to kill the Charmed Ones? That would invariably grant you power over the whole Underworld. Of course he would come back.

"I did as you asked, seer."

Syam smiled and nodded her head. "You have done well," she said, glancing around at her visitors, "They are fine demons."

"Each of them is eager to kill the witches," he continued to sounds of agreement from the others of his kind, "We await your say so." Syam nodded again and slowly walked over to him. She placed a hand on his cheek and looked into his snake-like eyes.

"You have done well," she repeated, "Your name will go down in demon history. You will be remembered as the demon who sacrificed himself to kill the Charmed Ones." Anox frowned and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Sacrifice?" he questioned, "What do you-" He was cut off by Syam placing a finger over his lips and shaking her head.

"This will hurt me more than it does you," she whispered and bringing her fist back, thrust it into his chest. His eyes bulged but he felt almost paralyzed, unable to move as in a golden glow she pulled the life out of him, taking it into herself. Syam gasped as the glow filled her and she pulled her fist out causing Anox to drop on his knees and just stare up at her.

"You…you took my…"

"Powers?" said Syam. She opened up her fist, a fireball appearing in her palm. "Yes." She tossed it at him and in a scream, he burst into ashes. Her eyes flashed red for a moment and she morphed into an exact replica of the vanquished Anox, staring out at the terrified demons.

"What are you!" one yelled.

"One of you," she replied, her words spoken in Anox's voice, "One that wants the witches dead. Are you with me?" The demons all looked around at each other, then each one nodded. "Good. But first, some rules. The middle sister is mine. Attack whomever else you choose, especially the former whitelighter, but leave the middle sister to me." Her eyes narrowed and she eyed each demon in turn. "I mean it. Defy me and…" She formed a fireball in her hand and with a clench of her fist, extinguished it. "Let's go."

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