Chapter 23: For You

Disclaimer: When the Pussycat Dolls stop getting so high off themselves—that's when I'll own Charmed.

A/N: Hey guys. So, as promised, I'll explain what happened in the last chapter for those of you who didn't get it. The chapter should explain it for itself but feel free to ask about it in a review if for whatever reason it's still confusing.

"No!" Cole's mother screamed out, obviously in some less-than-mild pain. She recoiled against a wall with a contorted look about her face.

Piper, though confused, took the opportunity to summon some hope of life for Pam.

"Leo!" She yelled to the ceiling.

In an instant her Whitelighter husband appeared with an expectant look on his face.

"What is it?" He said quickly.

"Pam," Piper said shortly, pointing towards her barely alive sister.

He knelt down quickly and began to heal her. In a moment the both of them rose from the ground.

"Now!" Cole yelled to Phoebe, "Do it now!"

Phoebe obeyed Cole's cryptic order, even though she herself was a bit confused.

"Grab my hands!" Phoebe shouted to her sisters.

All three of them took her hands and they formed a circle around Cole's mother.

"Repeat after me," Phoebe told her sisters. With a collective nod from each of them Phoebe started the spell she had just put together.

You cannot take what you do not have

Cannot hide what is not yours

Take this spirit to the darkest regions

Take what was not hers to hold

To hell and back this demon's wend

From the cinders and ashes—for thee we char

Take the name, take the hate she sends

Vanquish the mother of the demon Belthazor

"No!" Cole's mother repeated, now burning to her death, "You can't do this to me!" She continued, looking into Cole's bemused eyes, "Not my son…not you."

Hey words were cut short as she was incinerated into nothing more than a pile of ash on the ground.

The girls looked expectantly at Cole, as if expecting him to show some kind of emotion.

"I'm not your son," he said, final as he straightened his suit jacket and stalked out of the cave, leaving behind five very confused individuals.

Pam, Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Leo gave Cole a moment before following after him.

"I don't understand it," Piper said as they walked down the narrow passageway of the cave, "Why did she withdraw with pain like that when Cole said Phoebe's name?"

"Because she had a spell in place," Phoebe answered, "It was set so that the second she would get vanquished Cole would die too. But she kept talking to me about how important names were—and how I held no power over her because I didn't know hers. Then she said this one thing—'Even a demon cannot break the bonds of what has already been done. But a name can.' I figured she'd enchanted the spell so that the utterance of her name by someone other than herself would break it."

"So her name was Phoebe too?" Prue said, putting the pieces together.

"Yep," Leo said, having been told the information by the Elders.

"Made sense," Phoebe said, "The way she kept saying my—well our name, it was like she was obsessed with it," Phoebe observed, "Pff—like she's some moon goddess either," Phoebe added.

Prue and Pam gave her and odd glance but they laughed after a second. The whole of them then heard cracking and what seemed to be the sound of a hard fist colliding with a jaw ring out through the cave. They then walked right into what seemed to be an all-out brawl between Andy and Bane. Andy was obviously winning, wailing mercilessly on Bane. Cole stood above them, ready to throw a low-voltage energy ball.

"She's…not….yours!" Andy yelled through punches, "You're nothing but a low-life! I've thrown tons of guys like you in the bin. You're just lucky you got out. You're scum, do you hear me? Scum! You're not good enough for her! Not nearly!"

"I didn't want to do this..." Cole began as he raised his hand to throw the concentrated electricity.

"Cole, don't!" Phoebe yelled, rushing forward.

"Finally," he huffed, extinguishing the ball, "It took you five long enough to get here. What'd you do, stop for coffee and doughnuts?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes at Cole and looked at Prue who was now rushing forward to break up the scene.

"Stop it!" She yelled to no avail.

Andy continued to beat on Bane, seemingly oblivious to Prue's words.

"Andy!" Prue hollered once more, "Andy you're killing him!"

Prue had finally had enough and decided to employ different means to get them apart. She raised both her hands and threw each man to an opposite wall in the cave.

Bane stayed to the ground, too beaten to stand, and Andy rose, straightened his jacket, and stared directly at Bane.

"She's not for you," he said as he exited the cave, leaving everyone behind.

Sure of who Andy was talking about, Pam gave a bit of a solemn face at Bane. As soon as he saw it she wiped it off quickly, tearing her eyes away from his.

"I'll...go after him," Prue said uncertainly, "Leo; can you please take Bane back to the Manor to get healed?"

Leo nodded and took Bane's bloodied hand in his. With a goodbye to Piper orbed off to the Manor with Andy's assault victim.

Prue then ran after Andy and found him sitting in the front seat of her car, ready to drive off in it.

"Andy!" She called out to him, "Andy, wait!"

Andy ceased his action and got out of the car.

"What, Prue?" He said, anticipating what Prue was going to say, "What do you want from me?" He continued, "Do you want me to say that I didn't mean that? You want me to say that I'm okay with him hanging around all the time? Huh?"

Prue gave a helpless look, not sure what to say. At that very moment she felt about as proud as a field mouse for leaving the two alone together.

"Prue, do you want me to say that I wasn't trying to…"

"Don't," Prue said abruptly, "Don't say that. I know you Andy—you would never…"

"For you, Prue," Andy said; emotion rising like doves from a broken chapel, "I'd do anything."

He then walked off past the cave, leaving Prue standing there; crying like she had just lost the first person she had ever loved.

A/N: Oh, that was a tearjerker. Sort of. Not really. Anywho, please review and give me comments. Fell free to flame as needed.