Cole, Phoebe and An-Ling stood in a small circle, starting at each other through squinted eyes

Cole, Phoebe and An-Ling stood in a small circle, starting at each other through squinted eyes. The sun continued to beat down on their backs as their sweat tried to cool them off quickly.

"Someone else is here?" Phoebe asked, worry in her eyes, "Could they have our son? Could they have done something to him?"

Cole took a small step forward and welcomed Phoebe into his strong arms, neither cared that they were both sweating profusely. She placed a hand on his toned, manly chest and pushed herself away enough to look him in the eyes.

Cole's gray orbs roamed back and forth as they met Phoebe's brown ones, they had a silent communication and Cole finally whispered, "What are we waiting for?"

Phoebe grinned and pulled herself away from Cole's sweaty, yet loving, embrace. An-Ling nodded pointed at the waterfall.

"Maybe we could look up there. There has to be something up there."

Or someone, Cole thought as he turned to face the small waterfall.

"So, let's get up there." Cole said with a grin, motioning Phoebe back over. An-Ling got the gist and held onto Cole's free hand tightly as Phoebe levitated them up and over the small fall.

An-Ling looked around the near identical forest as below while Cole took a step forward and looked around with a trained eye. However his trained eye missed the large rock that was thrown at him, hitting him square in the jaw.

Cole, stunned by the blow, stumbled back and fell down the plateau they were standing on, luckily landing in the pond below with a loud splash. The cold water jolted Cole closer to consciousness, having nearly passed out from the hit. He burst out of the water and groaned in pain, his jaw throbbed as he hacked up the water he gathered in his mouth when he went other.

Cole looked up with narrowed eyes, he was able to hear Phoebe calling his name frantically and he turned to see Phoebe kneeling at the top of the small waterfall he had just recently occupied as well.

"Cole! Are you okay?" she shouted, worry etched into her pretty face.

Cole waved a hand and shouted, "Just damn peachy!"

Phoebe smiled briefly and said something to An-Ling, who was kneeling next to her with a matching worried expression.

Cole swam over to the side of the pond and extracted himself from the once calm waters. He shook his head roughly and squeezed some water from his pants unsuccessfully. He placed a hand over his eyes to shade them from the sun and looked up at Phoebe once again.

Phoebe jumped off the top of the cliff, hovering above the ground before she gently touched down. She hugged him tightly and whispered, "God, I had no idea what happened. It was so quick."

"I'm fine Phoebe, just a bruised ego and a swollen jaw." He tried smiling to assure her, but winced instead.

Phoebe nodded and kissed the swelled up jaw gingerly. After making sure he was fine, Phoebe levitated herself and Cole up and over the cliff once again, kneeling as soon as they reached the top.

"So, what did happen?" Phoebe asked, looking over a small bush at the apparent enemy field.

"A rock. Someone threw a damn rock at me." Cole muttered then it dawned on him, "They don't have powers, whoever they are or he…or she is, it doesn't have powers."

"How do you know?" questioned An-Ling when she saw he was fine now, or close enough to it to ease her concerns.

"They threw a rock at me…who throws rocks when they could've thrown an energy ball or something?" Cole looked at her dumbly, his jaw red and swollen would have made him look less menacing to others but more vulnerable.

Phoebe nodded as An-Ling made an "Oh," sound. They all got onto their stomachs and looked out into the small clearing. Trees surrounded them on all fronts save from behind them, which ended a in a small cliff a few feet from where they lay.

Phoebe sat up much to Cole's and An-Ling's dismay and shouted, "We come here in peace, please do not throw anymore rocks at us or my boyfriend!"

Cole rolled his eyes and reached a nimble arm out to quickly pull Phoebe down to his side, he looked deep into her eyes and shook his head, "Phoebe, stop."

"Sorry." She whispered sheepishly.

Cole peeked over the small bushes and brush that barely hid them from view and made a whistling sound, "Look at that."

Phoebe and An-Ling peeked as well, watching as at least half of a dozen people come out of the woods waving white rags in surrender. Cole stood up slowly and showed his hands, indicating he had no weapon. He motioned for the women to stand in the same manner as well.

"I ask, who are you?" shouted a large man wielding a sharpened stick.

Cole motioned to himself and the others as he called out there names, "My name is Cole Turner, this is Phoebe Halliwell and An-Ling. We're looking for someone."

The man studied them briefly before he nodded and pointed to himself, "My name is Roark. These men are: Zafar, Ivan, Elkhart, and Vance. This lady is Valery." He motioned to all of his own men, and the one lone woman in his small pack.

"May I ask, whom do you seek in Limbo?" asked Valery, a tall and sensuous looking woman with flashing violet eyes as she stepped forward.

Cole, wide eyed, shook his head from his stupor and said, "A young boy, a very young boy. He's a baby, he's my-our son." With that he threw his arm around Phoebe's petite shoulders protectively.

"Do you mind how I ask…how you guys got here?" Phoebe asked cautiously as she wearily eyed the large men.

Roark sent her a dark look before he side and nodded, "We're all half demons. Bred from one human parent and one demonic one. After the traitorous Belthazor did what he did, demons began to kill half demons for fun and spite."

Phoebe felt Cole tense as he heard his other former other half's name mentioned.

"Do you have who we seek?" An-Ling asked quietly.

Roark turned to face An-Ling and nodded, "We do. We found a small child not long ago; he is currently sleeping in another cave of ours. You may take the boy and go, we do not wish to have you stay here any longer than need be."

Cole, slightly angered by the way the man was seemingly kind then suddenly brusque nodded and followed the rest of his kind with Phoebe and An-Ling trailing close behind. They finally found themselves in front of another small cave.

"Valery, fetch the child quickly." Commanded the half-demon called Vance.

Valery made a face at Vance's back, indicating to Phoebe and her two companions that Valery and Vance may be related by their mannerisms. However, Valery did as told and entered the cave, emerging quickly with a sleeping child in her arms.

Cole, tears stinging at his eyes, knew this baby was his and Phoebes. The darkening brown hair and now very wide bluish gray eyes were the traits of a Turner male. Phoebe watched as Cole took the now awake boy with bated breath, her instincts to cradle the child and take off with him.

Cole kissed the smiling child's small forehead and handed him carefully to a tearful Phoebe. An-Ling watched with a smile.

"You should go now." Roark muttered, unused to affection.

An-Ling nodded quickly, grabbed hold of the small family and with the help of Phoebe's levitating power, hovered up and out of Limbo and into the clouds.

TBC...