A/N: Okay, here we are at the second to the last chapter. Pinky, I think you'll enjoy parts of this chapter. Thanks to all who read and to all who review.

Angelically Charmed: Paiges of Drake

Piper Halliwell stood in the kitchen with a can of comet sitting on the counter and a scouring pad in her right hand. For nearly an hour the placid witch had been trying to scrub out a grape juice stain, left behind as a result of her daughter trying to pour her own big girl glass filled with juice.

As she scrubbed, Piper's long hair hung over her cheeks, hiding her scar. Over the last couple of weeks the scar had changed from what had looked like a large moldy growth to a half-moon shaped crescent. The prominent scar now ran from her slim jaw line to just underneath her left eye.

"Hi"

"Hi" Piper replied not bothering to look up when Prue walked into the kitchen hugging the book of Shadows in her arms. The oldest witch carefully set the heavy book on the table on the table and started telekinetically leafing through the pages with a wave of her hand.

"I think I found a solution," Prue said slowly letting her eyes drift to her sister.

Again Piper refused to look up, instead she simply stopped scrubbing long enough to tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. "A solution to what?"

"Your face" Prue answered slowly, "I was up all night and I think if I reword the spell you used to switch our voice, I can get rid of the scar"

"And what give the scar to you?" Piper stopped scrubbing and blew a breath of air through the strands of hair hanging down in her face. "Prue that isn't a solution".

"It would be for you" Prue said quietly. The guilt the older witch was feeling over Jeric had done to Piper was overwhelming, so much so that it almost surpassed every other feeling in her life, including Andy's original death.

"No it wouldn't. It would only give it to you" Piper answered tightly moving towards the sink. The middle witch turned on the facet and started the ring out the scouring pad. She remained silent for several seconds as the hot water ran over her hands burning before she decided to whirl. "Don't you get it , Prue. You can't always save me!" or anyone else for that matter.

Without another word, Piper reached for a dishtowel, wiping her hands, before thumping towards the stairs.

"Piper…"

"Piper!"

A breeze flew through the open window of South Bay Service making Paige shiver. "Cold in here she thought" crossing the room towards the offensive window. Down on the street an old woman watched as the witch-guardian pushed down on the hapless pane. In her hands she held a gold-pocket watch.

Time was limited the woman sighed disappearing in a single blink of an eye.

Back inside the office, Paige moved back to her desk and carefully lit the candle she kept on her desk. Pressing the lit match to the wick, the charmed-one watched as the flame quickly grew to small orange blaze on top of vanilla scented wax.

"Turner file where is it?" Paige groaned shifting through a mountain of files on her desk.

"It's the third from the bottom" Drake's voice spoke to an oblivious Paige. From the candle the outline of Demon's face glowed in it's flame, with smile perfectly focused on Paige.

"Thanks" she muttered incoherently retrieving the file before spinning around.

"Your welcome"

"Drake?" Paige's dark eyes widened as she whipped her head around in search of any sign of her co-workers. "What are you doing here?" she asked, barely above whisper.

"Lighting up your life" The flame danced, flickering as Drake spoke.

Touched, Paige's head tilted; in time with a soft smile "why Mr. De'mon, that is about the most romantic thing I have ever heard but you are taking a very big risk" Paige's voice lowered, "Do have any idea what would happen if anyone saw me with a talking candle?"

"Come now, Paige this is hardly Salem. It's not like anyone is going to burn you at the stake for talking to a demon?"

"Really?" Paige lifted her eyebrow, "Haven't you ever heard of what happened to Phoebe when She, Prue and Piper traveled into the future?" Phoebe had been burned at the stake for killing a man named Cal Greene.

"No, why don't you enlighten me?" Drake returned, purposefully annunciating his pun on the word enlighten.

"Maybe later, but right now I have to work so that it will look like everything is legal with Declan living with Cole and Phoebe" Gently she placed her hand behind the flame and blew on it softly until Drake's image flickered out, his voice echoing, "That is most definitely the best blow job, I've ever had"
Paige felt her face grow red with embarrassment as a red pen with a calligraphy tip started to flow magically across a junior sized legal pad that was laying across her desk.

"Dinner Tonight the penthouse?"

"The Penthouse?" The witch bristled scooping the pen from mid-air as a group of her co-workers walked by. "What about Cole and Phoebe?"

A man close to Paige's desk shrugged giving her a discerning look.

"My sister and her husband, they just adopted a little boy"

Still clutching the pen in her hand, Paige picked up a box of files marched purposefully towards the storage closet where she entered and locked the door behind her. "Drake! Drake you need to leave now!" she hissed looking heavenward as a long stemmed rose came floating towards her.

"Flowers don't work on me" Paige said pretending to uninterested as the demon became corporeal, holding the rose in his teeth.

"Really?" Drake looked confused as he pulled the flower from his mouth, "Because some love it is a flower and that you are it's only seed"

"That's a song" Paige snapped grabbing the flower from his hand and holding it protectively as Drake reached over her shoulder and started to pluck the pedals.

"She loves me, she loves me not" he said in sing song voice before Paige tossed the flower over her shoulder and latched onto his shirt.

"She loves you, all right"

From the back of the room, the old woman with the watch appeared frowning as the flirtatious couple engaged themselves in a long passionate kiss.. "He'd actually live a little longer if you didn't my dear" Drake's purpose for wanting to become human was to find love.

Across town at the Penthouse, Phoebe Halliwell-Turner stood in her own kitchen spreading a dollop of Peanut butter of a slice of white bread.

"Peanut butter and Jelly?" Cole asked coming into the kitchen with a briefcase in hand.

"It's for Declan's lunch" Phoebe announced proudly as she carefully dipped her knife into a jar of Grape Jelly and topped everything off with a second slice of bread.

Cole's large arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him, "Well where's my lunch?"

Slowly Phoebe turned in his arms, winding her arms around his neck, "Come home for lunch and I'll be happy to give it too you" she saucily, lifting her chin to his kisses. The couple kissed freely for several seconds until the sound of little tennis shoes roaming over the hardwood floor pulled them apart.

"I'm ready for school!" Declan announced proudly, grinning up at his surrogate parents.

Phoebe smiled back with admiration as she placed the sandwich she'd made in a superman lunch box and handed to Declan. "Be good my little Demon" she cooed, ruffling the top of the boy's head.

"You too" she told Cole, giving him another quick peck.

"I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything" Being an underworld and Afterlife attorney for those accused of breaking Supernatural laws, Cole Turner found it hard sometimes to remain the pillar of goodness he'd become since marrying a Charmed One.

An after thought struck, as Cole turned away, prompting him to set his briefcase on the counter, "Would you mind taking my watch in, I think it needs a new battery" Carefully the demon slid the Rolex time piece off of wrist and handed it to Phoebe.

"Sure" Gingerly she took the watch into her hands, and was instantly struck by a premonition. Black and White Images sucked the clairvoyant into an uncontrollable vision in which Phoebe was literally present in the future.

Phoebe entered the penthouse to see an elderly woman holding a gold pocket watch Paige and Drake were sitting in the dining room enjoying a dinner in candlelight. "It is time," the old woman bellowed outstretching her hand towards Phoebe so that the witch could see the watch "The Demon has completed the purpose in which he set out to achieve! Finding true love would become Drake's downfall.

The hands on the gold timepiece clicked loudly as Drake's lifeline began to count down. The sound was so deafening to Phoebe that the clairvoyant had to cover her ears.

"Stop" The ticking of the watch hands became so loud that Phoebe could hardly bear it. She closed her eyes slamming them shut as the minute hand struck twelve, when she opened them; Paige was looking down at nothing but a pile of dust.

"Drake no!" Paige screamed noting the woman with the watch.

"Paige?" Phoebe swallowed back a lump in her throat, as the old woman turned to her and slowly disappeared, taking up Drake's ashes as she left the scene.

When the premonition ended, Phoebe found herself back at the penthouse, her heart pounding in fear. "Cole?" she called out whipping her head around, only to find Death standing in the shadows.

"They are gone. You're new heightened; sense of premonition allows time to continue on without you being the picture. I believe that Cole has taken the boy to school"

Phoebe looked over her shoulder; she was still visibly shaken by what she had seen. "What do you know about this premonition?" she asked pointing a finger as Death plucked a ripe apple from a fruit bowl sitting on the counter.

"Only that this is one you aren't suppose to stop" Death shrugged, sinking his teeth in the rich ripe skin. "The Demon is on my list"

"Don't you mean our list?" Phoebe returned with an arched eyebrow.

"Our list" Death said slowly as if the saying the words caused him pain.

Piper stood in her bedroom, gazing into her long floor length mirror. Her hair was held back by one hand; her eyes intently focused on the scar. "It's hideous" she breathed looking away.

A red flash appeared depositing the I.D in the corner of the room. In her left hand, she held an athame. "Prue thinks she can help us you know"

"She can't" Piper whispered focused on her image in the mirror. "No one can"

The Flower Barrel- Drake whistled a melody of show tunes as he walked up to a local flower cart and ordered a bouquet of red roses.

The man behind the check out, ripped off a piece of green tissue paper carefully wrapped the order with a mixture of babies' breath. "That'll be 49.99"

"Forty-nine ninety-nine, keep the change" Drake repeated handing the man a crisp fifty-dollar bill he'd borrowed from Cole, along with a rumpled looking five.. The converted demon then closed his eyes breathing in the scent of the fresh flowers. They smelled just like Paige he smiled, not noticing the old woman with watch standing on the sidewalk behind him.

"The love that bring desire, will burn your heart with fire" she hissed never taking her eyes off Drake.

Drake let out a shallow gasp as pressure began to build in his chest.

"Hey buddy you okay?" The man behind the counter asked.

Drake's eyes scanned the road until they met their target: the old woman. "It's not time" he sputtered finding it difficult to breath. According to his calculations he still had three months.

"Time for what?" The man behind the counter shifted his eyes. To him everything just seemed like everyday business. "You want me to call someone for you?"

Drake kept his eyes locked with the woman's until she disappeared. The ticking of watch was ringing loudly in his ears. The countdown to death had begun.

In a underworld, a blonde haired siren dressed in black stood before the old woman. In her hands she held a set of sparkling life chips, Drake's life chips to be exact. The siren had managed to acquire them when Drake had first become a humanized demon. The two had met on Drake's first day of life in a bar and oddly enough the demon had somehow been able to resist her Siren's call to mate infuriating the attractive Siren "This is for breaking your agreement with the demon"

The old woman looked down at her boney and wrinkled and hand as the coins clinked together in her palms. "This is only half of what you promised, Sareena"

The blonde siren smiled flipping her long golden locks over one shoulder, "I know you'll get the rest when the demon is dead"

The old woman looked at the coins in her hands fingering them carefully. "He won't go down easily. The desire he feels for the witch is strong"

"Slow and painful is good enough for me" the siren shrugged seething as she burst in a set of firey flames. " Just as long as Drake rues the day he ever laid eyes on her"

"Hell hath no fury like a Siren's scourn"