Disclaimer: Alright, saying I don't own Charmed is really getting annoying.

A/N: All right, next chapter!!

He closed his eyes. Prayed that he would shimmer.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting behind one of the podiums. Across from him was the tall one. On it was a label;

Belthazor.

Belthazor? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Wait… he focused back on his studies a century ago.

He remembered a type of demon that could trap demons' essences. And the body could get it back by drinking it.

That's when Cole realized what he had to do. He had to drink the potion. Belthazor is the only demon he could be.

So he got up, and pained seared through his side. He had to bite back cry, and limped over to the podium, a hand over his wound. He gently picked up the vial, and pulled off the cork. Then he downed it.

He felt almost as if a weight was being lifted off of him, and another settle, and then almost disappear. Then the demons came into view.

Cole let Belthazor surface. He relaxed and let his demon half take over.

Soon, he found himself laying on his and Phoebe's bed. She was sitting next to him, a hand on his cheek. Concern on her face flooded into the relief given upon his waking.

"Oh, Cole…"

"What happened?" he asked weakly, sitting up a bit.

"I was hoping you could tell me."

"I-I don't really know," he replied, "The demons, they just…attacked me."

"Not that."

"What?"

"When you shimmered in, you were Belthazor."

And then pain seared through him, and he gave a pained cry.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just relax," Phoebe said, laying his head back down onto the pillow, "Poor baby…"

Drips of sweat ran down his face, "Phoebe…"

"Shh…conserve your energy."

"I don't have any," he answered quietly. Painfully.

Phoebe, taking the hint, said, "No. You're not going to die, not yet."

"H-how do you know?"

"Because I won't let you," was her reply. Tears were beginning to make their way down her cheek.

He was weak. He couldn't move without shaking. Hell, he could barely move at all. His vision was starting to fade, and so was the pain.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Please, Cole," she said, "Don't leave me."

"I can't…"

That's when he felt something else. It was a good feeling. A healing one.

He felt himself getting stronger. His vision was returning to him. And he was aware of things again.

Cole sat up, and slowly pulled his shirt up, looking at his wound. Or, where his wound used to be.

"I'm healed," he whispered, "But how?"

"We'd be happy to tell you," the two heard a voice say.

And then bright white orbs swirled around the room, and a man and a woman appeared.

The man looked quite old, with a long, white beard and a lot of wrinkles on his face. The woman was considerably younger than him, with straight back hair and of a medium height. Prue.

"Prue?" Phoebe and Cole asked in unison, both very confused.

"Hey, you two," she greeted, "Long time no see."

"But how?" Phoebe wondered.

Prue shrugged, "Ask him." She pointed at the old man.

"Who are you?" Cole asked, sitting up.

"I am the Angel of Destiny."

"The Angel of Destiny? Why are you here?" the younger sister asked.

"Prue came to me," was his answer.

Phoebe turned to Prue, "Why?"

"She wanted me to save you," Destiny said, looking at Cole.

Surprised? No, that would be an understatement. Knocked off his feet? No. Why would Prue care if he lived or not? After all, she was supposed to hate him.

"Why?" he wondered.

"Because I knew that if you died, Phoebe would suffer so…"

He knew she was lying, but he didn't press the matter, He was going to get his answers later.

"So, what happens know?" Phoebe asked.

"I leave," Destiny answered.

"Wait. What about me?" the older sister asked.

He only smiled, "You stay."

And the same swirl of bright orbs that announced his arrival took him away.

"Prue turned to Phoebe and Cole, "So, I guess I'm alive again."

The younger sister stood, and hugged her tight, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too, Pheebs,"

When she finally pulled away, Cole stood also, and awkwardly held out a hand. Prue took it, and after a second, pulled him into a hug.

He smiled, and hugged her back.

"Nice to see you," she told him, pulling away.

"You, too."

"I can't wait to tell Piper, Paige, and Leo," Phoebe said.

She took Prue's hand, and pulled her out of the room.

Cole walked to the doorway, and turned to look back at it. He sighed, and followed the two sisters.

When they got down to the kitchen, Phoebe and Cole walked in first.

"Cole," Piper asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"He was healed," Phoebe explained, smiling.

"What? How?" Leo wondered.

"This person right here," the middle sister said, stepping aside so Prue could walk into the room.

"Oh my god," Piper whispered, and rushed over to hug her big sister.

"Hey, Piper."

"How?"

"The Angel of Destiny healed Cole, and brought me back to life."

"That's… great."

"I know."

Phoebe and Cole were lying on their bed, cuddling up to together.

"So, you never told me how you became Belthazor."

"When the demons….kidnapped me, we went to the Underworld, the powers that I got from the Wasteland wouldn't work right. That's when I realized that the demons trapped demonic essences, and that they had Belthazor's. So I drank it, and got my powers back," he told her.

Phoebe nodded, and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled her on top of him, her back resting on his chest.

She took on of his big hands in her small ones, and played with his fingers that she loved so much.

Cole gave a laugh, "What are you doing?"

Phoebe let go, and rolled over so she was facing him, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Are you happy that Prue's alive?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Of course."

She rested her head on his chest, and soon fell asleep.

A/N: Belthazor and Prue are back! I wonder who will argue with Cole more, Paige, or Prue...