…handle of an athame plunged itself…

"Phoebe…Phoeb..."

"He's dead Phoebe."

Phoebe jerked awake with a small cry, her brown hair damp with sweat and hanging in front of her eyes carelessly. She pushed away a few stray strands of the dark, tangled mass upon her head and tucked it behind her ear as she struggled to regain her breath.

After a pause, it all hit her.

Cole's dead.

Phoebe's labored breathing hitched as she struggled once again to regain a normal breathing pace, her eyes fluttering while her brain swam in a murky darkness. Fighting against the ebbing dark, she managed to get herself up and hurl herself at the door.

"Piper! Piper, Leo, Paige!" she yelled, her throat becoming raw as tears ran down her face. She leaned her back against the wall as Paige came running up the stairs, her clothes rumpled in a manner suggesting that she had fallen asleep on the couch.

Lights turned on the second floor as Piper and Leo emerged from their bedroom, looks of worry etched onto their faces as they fought to shake off the sleep in their eyes. Piper managed to grab Phoebe by her flailing arms and demand what was wrong.

"Wrong? Wrong!? Cole's dead, Piper! He's dead! God…" Phoebe felt herself tipping over, supported immediately by a frazzled Leo and stunned Piper.

"Dead? Phoebe what are you talking about? He went to the store to pick up a few things for Victor…remember?"

"Why do you think he's dead? Did you have a premonition?" Leo questioned at the same time as Piper before he added softly, "Did Darryl call you and tell you this?"

Phoebe remained stock still, her heart pounding in her chest painfully. She knew Darryl called her…she thought Darryl called her. Phoebe pulled herself up and slapped at Leo's arm insistently, "Orb me to where Cole is at now!"

Without hesitation Leo orbed Phoebe out, his other hand firmly around his wife's waist. Paige, having never uttered a single word amidst the chaos, threw her hands up and shook her head. She shuffled towards Phoebe's bedroom, now that she was the only one home to take care of little Victor.

"Cole?"

Cole turned on his heel quickly, his head snapping up from where he stood in the toy section. His eyes lit up when he saw Phoebe; however he frowned and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw her tear stained cheeks.

"Cole!" she exclaimed, waving her hand in the air as she ran down the aisle and into his arms. Cole staggered backwards, dropping the stuffed animal he had in his hand. He wrapped his arms around Phoebe tightly before his face away to ask, "What happened? What's wrong? Is it Victor?"

Phoebe shook her head roughly and pressed her head against his chest again, trying to catch her breath. Cole rocked her back and forth before placing a kiss on her head.

"Phoebe? What happened? Please-"

"You died, Cole. You were stabbed…and you were killed." Phoebe blurted, earning a look from a woman passing by.

Cole frowned and pulled away,"In a premonition?"

"No! I mean…I don't know…it was so real…and I didn't see it actually happen…I just received a call from Darryl and…" Phoebe answered in a flustered manner, her brown eyes wide.

Cole shook his head slowly, his eyes as equally wide before he gave her a small smile and told her, "I'm alive, Phoebs, okay? I'm fine and I'm coming home right now to take care of you…alright?"

Phoebe nodded solemnly, her arms never leaving his waist. Cole shuffled towards the end of the aisle, where Piper and Leo were watching with matching looks of perplexity and exhaustion. Piper tugged on Leo's shirt and murmured in between a yawn, "Let's go."

Cole lay in bed, his arms wrapped around Phoebe comfortably, with her head resting in his lap. She shifted slightly and yawned, stretching like a feline. Cole jerked slightly, having been half asleep as well.

"Maybe you should go to slee-"

"No. I need to be sure you're safe…I'm not losing you again, for the millionth time." She interrupted. Her voice surprisingly clear.

Cole nodded slowly before yawning. He managed to mutter, "Then I'm staying up too."

Phoebe laughed and nestled her head in his lap, "Go to bed, you need it."

Cole looked down and gave her a quizzical look she couldn't see. "And you don't?"

Phoebe smothered another yawn of her own before laughing, "Maybe we both need it."

"Maybe…" Cole trailed off, his eyes resting on the crib in the corner of the room. His son slept in the bassinet, his own little flesh and blood. And so much more, for this was no ordinary child.

"G'night," Phoebe whispered, promptly rolling off his lap and fallen asleep as soon as her head hit her own pillow. Cole smirked before placing his arms behind his head, finding himself not as exhausted as his love.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him, "How…?"

Cole fell silent, afraid to wake up his sleeping family as he finished his question in his head. How did Phoebe get a premonition? Who killed him?

Cole smirked when he found not surprised that someone wanted to kill him, he was a wanted man…demon….half demon. Cole sighed and shook his head; his life was too complicated even for himself.

"Victor..." he sighed allowed, a small smile on his face. He was sure of it now. It must've been his son who warned Phoebe of his impending death. Cole didn't want to think about any other options, he was too tired to think of anyone else.

"Powerful little kid," Cole yawned as he stretched his arms.

Cole pushed himself off the headboard and managed to slip underneath the covers without waking anyone up. He drifted off to sleep, slightly perturbed but content nonetheless.

TBC...

Really, I had an idea on how to continue this, but then it would be boring and predictable and possibly stupid.

Plus it wouldn't be very original...okay not original at all. So I'm not sure where to take this next, so please be patient with me and my slowness.

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