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Resurrection

"Are you guys ready?" Phoebe called as she walked up the attic stairs.

"Yeah, you have the spell?" Piper asked. She was standing near the Book, silently praying that Phoebe would get her wish.

Paige grimaced when Phoebe walked in, nodding her head in answer to Piper's question. Her hand linked with Cole's. "Let's get this horrible show on the road."

"Paige, please," Phoebe pleaded.

"Look, you stand in that circle," Paige motioned to Cole, "And drink this potion Piper made."

Cole took the offered potion, "It's not a vanquishing one, is it?"

"Cole," Phoebe gave him a look.

"Sorry."

But, Paige answered his question anyway, "Does it look purple? And, like you and Piper keep pointing out, it won't do anything." She added as an afterthought, "Unless, this potion and spell combo works, that is."

"Ok," Piper prevented another argument, "Phoebe, where's that spell?"

"Right here."

The trio joined hands and Cole drank from the vial. The Charmed Ones recited Phoebe's spell.

Another chance is bestowed,

On a love we behold.

Life is renewed,

As we call out of Limbo a soul.

Phoebe then chanted, "The Power of Three will bring him back to me."

Cole was engulfed in a splash of white light that was gone seconds later. The sisters looked on anxiously as the brightness faded.

"Did it work," Phoebe whispered, hopefully.

"Needle," Paige orbed the object from an old sewing basket a few feet away. Saying his name, she sent the sharp point toward Cole.

"Paige," Phoebe cried.

"It's only a needle. You asked if the spell worked, so I'm showing you."

"It did," Cole said incredulously. He held up the palm of his hand. There were small drops of blood leaking from the pin prick.

"You're bleeding!" Phoebe rushed into his arms. Laying her head on his chest, she smiled, "I can feel your heart beating."

Cole smiled. He was alive. And Phoebe wanted him. He could feel that pain slowly beginning to leave.

Piper smiled, watching the couple. Even Paige had trouble resisting a grin.

"I can't believe it worked!" Paige told Henry as she orbed onto the counter in their apartment, her legs dangling over the side.

Henry looked up from his dinner, "He's alive?"

"Yes."

"Well, you knew Phoebe was working on making it happen."

"But, I didn't know she'd succeed," Paige complained.

Henry stood up and on his way to the sink gave his wife a kiss, placing his hand on her extended stomach. "I love you," he whispered.

Paige smiled, "I needed that. Love you, too. But, I still can't believe Cole Turner's back in our lives for good."

"Maybe you should try to let go of the past. You don't want to create a rift between you and Phoebe," Henry advised.

"I knew," Paige responded. "And, I do want to forgive him and move on. I mean, aside from being a total pain in the butt, Cole's actually a pretty OK guy. I believe that he's not evil anymore. I believe he's changed and is truly sorry for everything. But, I just, I just can't get past what happened."

"Maybe you should try harder. For Phoebe."

"Maybe."