A/N: So very sorry for the wait, been very busy and unmotivated as of late. However, I hope I can sorta make up for it was this chapter...it's not a happy one, and I'm considering not changing my tune. Read it, you'll see what I mean.

Cole leaned over the rashly bought bassinet that he and Phoebe had obtained moments before and felt his lips twitch as he tried to contain his excitement. His long fingers trailed over the infant's dark hair gently, the hair soft and feathery to the touch. Once again a smile found itself settled across Cole's face, perfectly content and unable to move.

Cole sighed and carefully caressed his son's pink cheek with his thumb, marveling in the smooth feeling of the light colored skin. Cole pulled his hand back carefully and rested his arms on the edge of the bassinet, perfectly content with just marveling at his sleeping son from a relatively small distance.

"Cole?" a voice called out quietly, causing him to jump slightly and turn around towards the sound. He found himself relaxing when he saw it was just Phoebe standing in the doorway, hands on her hips. She smiled and flung her hands up in the air in a teasing manner, "What am I going to do with you?"

Cole smiled sheepishly and held his arms open, hugging Phoebe tightly as she found herself in them. He rested his head on top of hers, the sweet scent of strawberries filling his nose. He pressed a firm kiss onto her dark hair and rested his cheek against it, rocking her back and forth slowly as he whispered, "How about…love me?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes, although she knew he couldn't see her do so and playfully heaved a heavy sigh, "Fine."

Cole chuckled, turning her around to face him and hold her in front of him with his hands resting on her shoulders. "Fine? Is it that bad, loving me?"

Phoebe laughed, before she made a face and muttered, "Sorry. Forgot he was sleeping…"

Cole followed her gaze, and once again found himself grinning with fatherly pride as he and Phoebe watched their child sleeping. He walked behind her and pulled her close to his tall frame, placing his head on her shoulder as he whispered, "Thank you."

Phoebe cocked an eyebrow and asked back, "For what?"

Cole smiled and pressed a kiss against her neck, "For him."

"Fools! I warn you of his coming, and you blow your chance! I should just send you straight to the Wasteland for your stupidity! I should have never wasted my energy making sure you are sent here…useless, foolish…fools!"

Roark rolled his eyes and leaned against a slab of gray rock, a gentle wind ruffled his black hair as he half-listened to the Seer. Valery sneered as she retorted, "You didn't tell us of his bringing Charmed Ones."

"I agree," chimed in Vance, his muscular arms folded across his chest, "You never said he would bring back up…or when he was coming…"

The Seer scoffed, something she very rarely found herself doing, "Have you any senses? You handed over the only bargaining chip we had to the man we are to destroy!"

"Oh, shut up, Seer." Growled Roark, his patience tried and over.

The Seer, momentarily taken-aback, composed herself quickly. "You'll regret that, Roark, very dearly. I'll take of Belthazor myself." With those words she flashed out, leaving the demons to mutter among themselves about the woman.

"We're screwed, goodbye Limbo…hello Wasteland…" muttered Ivan, his youthful face contorted into one of anger and fear mixed.

Roark heaved a heavy sigh and pulled himself away from the rock he was leaning against, waving his hand about. "Forget her, we don't need her at all-"

"Aye, we do though, Roark." Zafar piped up, his brown eyes placid. He sat up straighter as he realized that everyone's eyes were trained on him. "We're screwed, say your goodbyes and prepare to burn for eternity."

It was quiet before Roark ran a hand over his face and replied, "Bye."

Having the ability to posses someone always came in handy when the Seer found herself wanting to get close to a subject. She found herself very pleased when she suddenly remembered because Cole was human he could no longer sense her magical presence.

She knew immediately that she could not posses Phoebe, or the other sisters. However, someone he worked with may be a smart choice. So a few hours after speaking to the demons in Limbo, the Seer found herself within the body of a secretary that worked at the same firm as Cole, but not directly linked to him.

The Seer, known as Janice now, followed Cole's tall form with her brown eyes as he searched for something frantically in the nursery section of a generic store. He pulled off a couple toys from a few different shelves muttering to himself, before he threw them back where he had found them, deeming them to "dangerous" or "not good enough."

Finally, when Cole had picked out everything he needed and had checked out at the register, she followed him out to his car in the underground basement with a smile. When he was about to insert the key to his car, she let out a scream and pointed to an area that he couldn't see.

"Help! Someone's attacking that young girl! Someone please help!" she shrieked, knowing full well that Cole was the only one within the area at the moment. She also knew that he would place his bag down on the ground and come running to help.

When he managed to reach her, she whirled around and unmercifully thrust an athame into his stomach. She smiled as he watched his blue eyes grow wide and his pink lips form an "O" shape. She thrust it upwards once, relishing in the small grunt that emitted from his mouth.

The Seer let go of the handle, not wanting to spare him any less pain by removing the object from his body. She stepped back and watched as he fell backward slowly, his hand trying to grasp the athame protruding from his stomach, before his head connected with the cement ground with a sickening crack.

Cole's eyes fluttered, before he looked up with a dazed expression. He noted immediately that there was no longer an unknown woman standing before him, but instead the Seer. He saw the body of the woman who stabbed him initially a few feet off, realizing too late that the Seer had possessed her.

The Seer, having wanted to explain what she had done and why, decided that it was best to leave the area before anyone came about and saw her. She smiled before flashing out.

Cole, his breathing coming out in slow, heavy pants, threw his back and squeezed his eyes shut. He managed to pull himself onto his elbows, before a cloak of pain washed over his stomach and head and caused him to heave. He laid himself back onto his back, his hand pressed against his bleeding wound.

"Phoebe," he gasped, almost inaudibly, "Phoebe…"

Finally the pain won out and Cole felt himself drifting off into a deep sleep, one he feared he may never wake from. He struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

"Phoeb…" he choked out softly.

"Daddy should be home soon, yes he should," Phoebe found herself saying to her son as she cradled him in her arms. He simply spat up on her before kicking his feet and hands out as he began crying till he was red-faced.

Phoebe, frazzled already only after being a mother for a few hours, found the worry for Cole overtaking her annoyance with her son. She cooed and bounced him up and down, "it's okay, it's okay!"

Damn it Cole, get your ass back here! Phoebe shouted mentally as she tried in vain to get the child to settle down.

Darryl ran a hand over his exhausted face before pulling himself back onto his feet. He glanced over at one of his co-workers and nodded solemnly, "Yeah, its Turner."

The officer sensed Darryl's extreme unease on this particular case and backed off carefully, allowing him some time alone. Darryl shook his head roughly and sighed, "Oh, Phoebe, I'm so sorry…"

Darryl motioned for the Forensic Pathologist to cover the motionless body of Cole Turner up. Darryl shuddered involuntarily, the peaceful look of Cole in his seemingly painful death making him feel sick.

"Take him away, I'll notify his family." He muttered hoarsely, pulling out his cell phone as he walked away from the covered form. He dialed the familiar number quickly, and waited with bated breath for Phoebe or someone to pick up.

"Hello? Piper Halliwell." Came the voice on the other line, shocking Darryl somewhat that someone had actually answered.

"Uh, yeah, Piper…is Phoebe home?" he asked, finding it hard to talk.

Piper sounded odd when she responded in the positive.

"Can you, uh, put her on?"

Piper said she would, shouting up the stairs at her sister to pick up the phone. Phoebe answered quickly, believing it was Cole.

"Cole?" she snapped.

"No, sorry, Darryl."

"Oh, sorry I've been trying to reach Cole. He's been gone for aw-"

"Phoebe, Cole's dead." Darryl interrupted, his ears ringing when he heard her breath hitch on the other side. "Phoebe?"

"He's…he's what?"

Darryl sighed, "He was stabbed only an hour or so ago…he's dead Phoebe. I think it's uh…magical," he lowered his voice and turned his back towards the other people milling about, "It wasn't a mugging and I just feel it in my gut."

Phoebe dropped the phone, and nearly dropped her son as well. She could faintly hear Darryl calling out her name, but it didn't register at all.

Dead, Cole was dead.

TBC...

Seeing as Victor had met Leo and Cole in the past, he did indeed alter the future.

So, I just thought I'd add that bit there in case you guys forgot about Future Victor.

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