A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I know it's been AGES since I've posted you guys that cliff hanger! 4 months to be exact! That was the length of my first semester as a second year university student, so I wasn't able to post anything. Uni sucks the life and inspiration right out of you with their stupid academic essays... Sigh. BUT, I have a six week sem break to enjoy! So, I think I will be able to churn out around two or three chapters more depending on how inspired I am before the end of these holidays! ^_^
Since it's been so long, I wrote u an awesomely intense chapter. Well, not too intense yet. That's reserved for later! ^_^ I hope you guys haven't forgotten about this fic yet! You might need a refresher by reading the previous chapter, since this is a continuation of it so you would want to check that one out first just in case. I needed to change the way I do my breaks. Stupid things just kept disappearing, and if I don't put them in, you will be thoroughly confused. So there. Oh, by the way, thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. You took heed of my warning. And so I profusely apologize for the epic delay.
ANYWAYS, so without further ado, I present to you Chapter 6!
DISCLAIMER: And blah di blah di blah. It's not mine, she said. Oh! And I also need to acknowledge some awesome awesome people who have helped me do a comeback from those 4 months of hiatus. One of them is my awesome awesome pot dealer for helping me with the side effects of the curse! (Which I shall not mention yet coz you're supposed to read). The other one is my aunt, who helped me characterize Cole even better and for being so dramatic... Teheee... Thankies thankies! Muchly thanked and appreciated!
CHAPTER SIX - Kiss Me, pt. 2
We all wet our lips
to prepare for a kiss
But it never came
We all wet our lips
to prepare for a kiss
It was all a game
- Moan (Cute is What We Aim For)
I need to find him.
The first ray of light over San Francisco had not come out yet. Prue got up and raced to change from her nightclothes. Grabbing a pair of jeans and the first shirt she could find in her closet, she went quietly down the stairs and out of the door. She would not be able to stand this desire anymore. She needed him.
The rousing sensation awoke him. Prue was on the move, and pretty agitated it seemed. The kisses only lasted a few seconds each, with a rather short interval in between.
Is she trying to kiss her way through all of San Francisco?
Nevermind the technicalities. Each kiss that was not his would keep on debilitating her anyway, and the more she did it, the easier it would be for him to kill her. Feeling every single one of them was not part of the plan though. It wasn't so bad and he could probably live with it... If only she weren't such a good kisser. Taking a quick shower, he donned his clothes on prepared himself for the day. He could not track her with his demonic abilities as Belthazor, but the link between them was getting stronger. The curse seemed to be overpowering the witch more and more. Opening what looked like a rather modern painting on the wall, with a zigzag crack part in between, he took out an Athame out of the reddish glow it emitted inside. Phoebe and the other sister did not seem to know what was going on yet, so they wouldn't call for the help of the Whitelighter to sense her for a while. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the faint liaison. She was still too far, but at the rate she was going, he would find her in a couple of hours. Or at least before the Whitelighter did.
Finding a solid remnant of her essence, Cole blinked.
"Morning!" Phoebe called in from the hallway and into the kitchen. "Aw, hey come on! I thought you were still worried they were watching?"
Piper and Leo stood in the kitchen floor with only their bathrobes and sharing heated embrace. Breaking the kiss, Piper answered breathless, "As you can see... Not anymore!"
For the past couple of weeks, Piper had been reluctant to make any amorous physical contact with Leo after he was orbed out while in the process of doing it. The fact that someone could be observing every single move you did, every single moment of the day, was a bit unnerving. Especially when they were your boyfriend's bosses.
Leo smiled at Phoebe sheepishly.
"Don't look at me like that... Too much info!" Phoebe said to him.
Tuesday morning continued on quietly as the three of them got into the daily normal routine. Breakfast consisted of whatever Piper had concocted to start the day, some toast, the much needed coffee and the newspaper sections. "How was that date with Cole the other night?" ventured Piper.
Phoebe looked up from the newspaper, "It was... good," she answered, going back to the newspaper.
"You don't sound too... happy, about it..." Piper replied.
Phoebe gave a sigh and put down the paper and the piece of toast she had just taken from the plate in a defeated slump on the table. "I don't know..." she said, "I feel like, we've been getting close. But every time I feel like we're about to go somewhere, he goes and pulls away. It's like he got burnt or something!"
"Maybe he's had a bad experience before?" suggested Piper.
"Well, I wouldn't know! Why? Because he never tells me about himself," continued Phoebe, "It's as if he were hiding something from me... At first, everything goes really well: He laughs, I laugh... He flirts, I flirt back... And then boom. I hit an imaginary wall!"
Piper put down the plate of eggs on the table. "How much do you like him?"
Phoebe put the paper back up to cover her face, which must've reddened with the question. "A lot..." she said in a tiny whisper.
"Well, if you like him enough, you'll just have to wait to find out," Piper concluded with a grin.
Phoebe was clearly going head over heels for that guy. Personally, Piper did not have anything against him. So far he'd been driving her sister crazy, but there wasn't a lot she could tell from him. Maybe I should watch this guy more... She had been way too busy to concentrate on Phoebe's problems lately, especially when dealing with her own magical relationship issues. Leo and her had had a couple of issues over the past few weeks. Nothing too bad. Just issues any normal couples had. Well not exactly normal. As normal as one could get, she guessed, when one was a witch and the other a Whitelighter. A few moments of comfortable silence passed, with each of them lost on their own thoughts, till they noticed there was something missing from the picture.
"Where's Prue? Is she up yet? I want to know if there's still hot water," asked Piper.
Phoebe looked around. She was right, Prue hadn't come down yet. "I don't know... Prue?" Phoebe yelled into the hallway and waited for her sister to answer.
Leo looked puzzled. "That's odd. She's usually the first one up..."
"Let me go check," said Piper.
Moments later, Piper came running back down the stairs. "She's not there."
"Well, that was early," Leo commented.
"No. Her car's still here... Her bed isn't made yet! All her photography equipment is in her room, the whole thing's untouched... and there's STILL hot water!"
Phoebe looked at her sister surprised, "Oh that is bad..."
"What, because there is hot water left...?" Leo chuckled. "You would think tha-"
"Nooo. She's gone! As in disappeared!" Piper interrupted.
"Remember yesterday? When she attacked Cole?" Phoebe pitched in. "You don't think..?"
Leo and Piper looked at Phoebe, realizing what her comment implied. "Leo, try sensing her. Phoebe, Book of Shadows."
Prue had been wandering around their neighbourhood, her desperation growing.
I've waited all my life to meet you, to know you, to have you...
The words and the voice resonated through her skull. She needed to find him, she needed him. Not anyone else. Seeing a man in a suit talking in his cell phone walking towards her, she picked up her pace and approached him head on. She threw the phone into the pavement and grabbed his face towards hers.
"Hey! What the he-" the man tried to stop her until his voice was muffled by her mouth. Kissing him passionately, she soon felt the suffocating sensation and a morbid feeling in her gut.
"It's not you!" she screamed in frustration. Looking at him, she felt disgusted and waved him out of the way. The man hit the wall of the building beside them.
Walking away, she tried finding another man, but she couldn't find anyone else. It was too early in the morning. The city centre... Everyone should be there. Looking around, she found a garbage can with pieces of what used to be a chair. Grabbing a piece, she broke the window of the first car she sat eyes on and went inside, the alarm system blaring off. Turning her finger directed at the key hole, she turned on the car and put the alarm out. A part of her was surprised it actually worked, but the strongest part told her to keep going. She would not be able to rest until she found him.
The Whitelighter opened the door to the attic, finding the two sisters huddled over a book. "I can't sense her."
"What do you mean you can't?" Piper asked wide-eyed, walking towards him.
"I can't. It's like bad cellphone reception but worse."
"You think?" Piper butted in.
Rolling his eyes to say that was not the point, Leo continued. "The only way I can not sense a charge is when something's blocking me from reaching her. That only happens if she's down there..." Leo said, pointing down to the ground or what's underneath it, "or if she's..."
Phoebe and Piper now looked at him even more worried. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!" said Piper, in a high-pitched voice.
"Piper, calm down. We don't know yet, there's no point in getting scared like that..." Phoebe said, going behind Piper to put her hands on her shoulders. "Something's probably blocking her from us. If she'd died, something should've already happened by now."
Like all hell breaking loose, Phoebe mentally added.
Suddenly, the Book of Shadows gave a thud. The three of them hurried towards it to read the open page.
"Cusan Marwolaeth," read Phoebe. "Also known as the Kiss of Death."
Cusan Marwolaeth
The curse of an unrequitted demon.
When Lascaris, a powerful Warlock, fell in love with a mortal woman,
he forsook all of his brothers behind to pursue her.
The woman, pure in heart, did not respond in kind to her consort and
turned his proposal of marriage down.
Lascaris, angered, lay upon the woman a curse:
Whoever she may fall in love with will lead to her demise,
sealing their fate with a Kiss of Death.
"Talk about rejection issues..." said Phoebe.
"This is it. It says here that Lascaris committed suicide when the woman didn't come back to him and chose to die instead. But that the essence of the curse can be transferred to anyone by anyone, and just pass it on through a kiss... " Piper said, pointing at the old ink writing.
"The power cut at the club. That's when it must've happened," Leo mused. "If back where you belong you happen to be, and to me thy precious kiss give, thy life spent with mine I may spare thee..." he kept reading at the bottom of the page.
Phoebe looked at the rhyme, "Back where you belong, a kiss... Spare her life..." she murmured aloud. "I think we're supposed to find the demon or warlock who did this."
"And then what?" asked Piper. "It doesn't say how to vanquish him. Just that he might spare her life..."
"Well... The curse was made by a guy in love right? So maybe if the girl from the story had gone back to him, and she kissed him... She would've lived!" Phoebe ended in a happy tone. "That's it! His kiss takes away the curse!"
"Uhuh. Yes. Good luck with that..." Piper said in a sceptic tone.
"Phoebe, what if the demon who did this isn't in love with Prue, but just wants to kill her?" Leo asked her.
Phoebe's face fell. "Oh..." He was right. Why would a demon want to kiss Prue to take off the curse, when he wanted her to die in the first place?
"Okay, well at least we know what's wrong with her now." said Piper. "We need to hurry. Uh... You and Leo try to find Prue. She couldn't have gone too far, she didn't take her car or anything... I'll stay here and try to find something in the Book to take the curse off without having to find Mr. Kiss-of-Life... or Death, or whatever..."
Phoebe and Leo nodded. "Hurry you guys! Who knows how many random men she must've kissed by now!" Piper said, before watching the familiar luminous blue light of Leo's orbing make them disappear.
Cole closed his eyes trying to concentrate on what was now a bit more tangible link that he had with Prue. He had been trying to follow her trail all over the city for an hour, but he would lose the link every single time. He had managed to blink into alley ways and dark corners which were only a few meters away from where he'd sensed her, but she would no longer be there. She had managed somehow get to the city centre in a matter of minutes.
She must've taken her car, he had mused. But trying to find her in the middle of a bustling San Francisco had been hard. With all of the people he could also sense, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, to use the cliché.
It was bizarre feeling like this. It seemed that as the bond between them grew stronger, the essence inside both of them grew as well. So much so that he was feeling a growing anticipation to see the witch. He probably didn't feel as desperate as she was, but the sweltering hot kisses he'd been feeling constantly for the past hour were beginning to take effect. She was growing mad with passion and frustration. He could feel it by the way her ghostly lips were pressing against his. He'd never felt anything like it before. If he were completely human, he wouldn't have lasted this long from coming to find her and taking her right there on the spot. Fortunately, he was also half-demon, which allowed him a certain degree of self-control over these kind of things. Any other lesser being would have already surrendered. Turning around the corner, he suddenly felt Prue herself and what she was feeling, not just what she did to the men she found. She was close. Very, very close.
Downtown San Francisco had started filling up with people. It was 8 am. Of course there would be people. Rushing to work, to school, to whatever people did in the mornings. Prue was feverish. Nothing else mattered in her mind right now. She did not even care whether people would discover she was a witch or that she had powers, only that she needed to find him. His words were like a mantra in her head and the rest was a blur. The faces of the people she kissed barely registered in her head. Once the kiss felt wrong, she'd throw him to the side, her powers magnifying her actions.
Find him, find him, find him.
Her breath shortened a second more with each kiss, until she was actually struggling. She knew in the back of her mind that she was going to suffocate, but she couldn't help finding out whether this guy or the next was the one.
And then, she stopped.
She'd felt it. So faint, but she'd definitely felt it. Looking to the right, she found a dark alley way. Entranced, she followed the faint feeling, which kept on growing with every step she took. Her surroundings darkened, the light streaming from the little gap in between the two twenty-storey buildings filtering in but not quite reaching the bottom. The trash on the floor stayed still, and the bustling of the people on the street was left behind. To her, there was only silence. Her breath hitched in anticipation, never minding the suffocation. The butterflies in her stomach, the light-headedness and the fleeting sensation heightened when she turned the corner. She would finally see him.
"Come here Prue," the distorted voice of a demon beckoned her.
The eldest Charmed One frowned. "You..." her voice not more than a whisper. "You're a demon."
She had to say it out loud, or else she would not believe what she was seeing. The man who had awakened a desire so deep within her could not possibly be a demon. His red skin, and the tribal black marks all over his body glistened under the little light that seeped through. And then there were his eyes. Coal-black, with such a deep emptiness within, it was unfathomable something so sombre could exist. Her head screamed for her to get away, to throw him back or at least do something. But whatever it was that she was feeling, it would not let her stop. It just drew her closer and closer to him.
"I am. And you would not believe how long I have waited for this. Come here, Prue," he said, his tone of voice hardening his resolve.
Cole had had to transform into his demonic form. He couldn't even imagine how much effort it was taking to control his other half. Although his human half always proved to be one of his most powerful advantages in his killing missions, this time it proved to be a weakness he could not afford. At least as Belthazor, his evil side was more in power, and that lessened the effect of the curse on his body.
"No..." she said in a strained voice. Waving her hand, Prue threw a random rock towards him, but he stopped with his hand in midair, barely even looking at it.
Watching how he had just dodged her attack, the panic inside her grew. The lack of air forced her to breathe through tiny gasps. At this rate, she would die of suffocation if he did not kill her first. Her body did not want to respond to her command, and as she stared into the black hollow that were his eyes, her brain started to haze...
Someone help me...
Leo and Phoebe had taken the car, just in case they found her in a public place. It wouldn't note bode well for them to orb in the middle of a mall or something.
"Found her yet?" Phoebe asked. She had driven Prue's car so Leo could concentrate on locating her. They had managed to finally leave the suburbs behind and gone to the city centre, although the likelihood of finding her there had gone down exponentially.
"No," Leo said in an annoyed voice. "I can barely sense her, and whenever I think I feel her, it disappears."
"But you can right? Even if it's a tiny bit. That means she's probably still in the city somewhere..." Phoebe said, while stopping for a red light. "And not in the Underworld making out with demons..."
"Well yes, but there's still something blocking me from her. I don't know wha-,"
Leo stopped in mid-sentence, pressing a hand on his temple and closing his eyes to concentrate. It was a cry for help.
"What? What is it? Leo?" she looked at him briefly before seeing the green light.
"Phoebe, turn right. I know where Prue is."
Phoebe stepped on the gas. Turning the wheel to the right and going as fast as she could without getting a ticket, she went ahead all the cars beside her. Leo made her do a few more turns before she pulled up a secluded street, in front of an alleyway. Parking the car, Leo orbed out and opened the door for her.
"Hey! Someone could have seen you!" she chastised him.
"That doesn't matter right now! Come on!"
Running deeper into the alleyway, they were met with a peculiar scene.
"Cole!" Phoebe gasped. "Oh my gosh you found Prue!"
Phoebe and Leo had found an unconscious Prue in the arms of the Assistant District Attorney. Phoebe rushed to her older sister, hurrying to check if she was okay.
"How did you find her?" Leo asked, right behind Phoebe. "We've been looking all over the place..."
Cole looked at him, putting a worried face. "I was coming back from the house of a client when she ambushed me. We ended up in the alley and she passed out," he explained. "Is she going to be alright? She was acting rather... Odd."
The Whitelighter eyed him up, taking his explanation in. "Yes, she should. Let's take her home... The car's over there."
"Okay, a little bit more of yohimbine..." Piper muttered to herself as she sprinkled some of the smelly herb into the bubbling pot. I really hope this works.
Piper had scanned the Book of Shadows trying to find out about lifting the curse without finding the actual demon who cast it. So far, this was the only potion she had found, and it wasn't even for curses. Enchantment can also mean curse, right? The Book had been pretty general about its effects, only that 'the power will be rejected by the body'. Kind of like a purification potion with a combined spell. She had to tweak the rhyme a bit to adjust it to their current predicament, replacing a couple of words such as 'tainted' with 'cursed', in hopes that it might work. All she had to do was wait for Phoebe and Leo to come back... With Prue, if possible.
They will find her... I'm sure they will.
And as if on cue, Phoebe's voice rang from the door. "Piper?"
"Did you find her?" asked Piper, running from the kitchen to the door. She saw Phoebe first who had opened the door to give way to Leo who was carrying Prue, unconscious. "Thank goodness you found her! How?"
"Uh, Cole did," answered Leo. Cole signalled a 'Hi' to Piper, to which she nodded giving him a brief hesitant smile and mouthing a 'Thank You'. "She found her by one of those alleyways downtown," Leo continued. "Hey, can we put her down in her room first? I think she might need the rest."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go upstairs," Phoebe said.
"Uh, Phoebe, let Leo and Cole do it. I kinda need help in the kitchen... With Prue's medicine," Piper said, emphasizing the last word.
"Med-? Oh. Okay, yeah..." Phoebe's eyes dawned in understanding. "Guys, if you don't mind. Prue's bedroom is the second door to the left... I just need to help Piper to prepare the doctor's uh, recipe."
"Er, sure..." Cole said, helping Leo up the stairs.
Phoebe and Piper entered the kitchen to a smoking bubbling pot. "Oh crap...!" Piper said, rushing to turn off the stove. "I think we can still salvage it..."
"What is it? Did you find a cure?" asked Phoebe.
"Well, not exactly. More like a make-shift one," answered Piper. "I found some kind of purification spell that expels evil spirits. It doesn't specify for whom we can use it, but it's the closest thing I could find. I tweaked it, so that it would work with just the Power of Two and a spell."
"Will it work?"
"I don't know. We'll just have to find out," the older sister said, taking the piece of paper where she'd written the spell. Carefully, she poured the pink liquid into a vial. "Okay, here's to Prue..."
Leo and Cole waited for the two sisters to come into the room. For two guys who were dating the sisters, they somehow did not know what to talk about. It was more than an awkwardness for Leo. Cole was just... different. The Halliwells, as much as they were blood related, differed a lot in their taste for men.
"So, uh... Who was that client you visited before?" asked Leo, trying to lessen the uncomfortable air in the room.
Cole thought fast, taken aback by his comment. He was still trying to control the curse within his own body. With Prue just lying there on the bed, it was just too big a temptation, especially in his human form. "Oh, just a case I've been working on for a while now."
"Oh," Leo answered. He couldn't think of much to add to that. To top it off, he didn't seem to be doing well. He was completely pale, and if he weren't so distracted, he would swear he was shaking. His thought train was interrupted by the familiar tingling feeling. A bit glad he would have to get out of there, he knew he was being called, and instinctively looked up to the ceiling. "Uh, could you watch Prue for a bit? I just need to check on something."
"Sure, go ahead," Cole answered as calmly as he could. By the way the Whitelighter had acted, he could bet he'd been called up there. At least now he could finish what he started.
Making sure Leo had already left the room, Cole took a deep breath and took out the athame from his coat pocket. Closing his eyes, he got a hold of himself and his body, which was desperately trying to lean over and kiss her. If he had made it through the car ride without giving in, he would be able to do it now that he was so close. Looking at her sleeping peacefully, flashbacks over their past encounters zoomed through his head like a silent motion picture. It was not so much as her voice that he could hear, but the subtle details lingered. Little things, like the smell of her hair, her giddy-look from a few weeks ago... The look of fury in her eyes when she thought he was the one groping her... They all stuck to his mind, deepening the longing he had for her. His face contorted as he realized how the control over his own body and reactions had been gradually taken away from him. The memories played on even though he would not have cared at all in any other situation. Looking at her now, he could trace all those things on her cream-white skin, on the raven-black locks of her hair and the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Cole shook his head and sat carefully on the edge of the bed beside her. The effects of the curse had gotten stronger and stronger. She's unconscious, this isn't supposed to be happening. He should've done it before, when he was still more in control of himself. Who knew the effects of the curse would also backfire on him? It was like this gut feeling deep inside that stopped him from doing her any harm. You were fighting against your own body, which was something oxymoronic from the very start. His human side had been so weak and corrupted before that it had never been a problem for him. But now that it was as strong as his demonic side, the struggle wanted him to split in half almost literally. And it wasn't just his body, but his mind as well. These... feelings. Something that wasn't there before. It was now gnawing at him from inside, and it was all because of the stupid curse. There was only one word to describe this: Agonizing.
Taking a shaky deep breath, he closed his eyes. If he was going to kill her, he wasn't going to watch. The athame was in his fist, the grip so tight the capillaries in his hand were slightly bulging out.
One fast motion and it will all be over.
His hand rose slowly into the air, shaking violently. He needed to count in his head.
One...
He could do this. He had to do this.
Two...
His hand pulled back slightly taking momentum.
Three.
Milliseconds before the sharp weapon in his hand came down like the flash of lightning, he opened his eyes to watch the athame sink through softness. He felt a sense of helplessness, of inevitability and it pained him.
He had missed.
Within a few centimetres of her porcelain neck. The blade buried by her thick hair, stabbing through the pillow instead. His head sank. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill her.
The action had brought their faces closer together, and guided by the same sense of inevitability he had felt a few moments ago, he leaned in and let go. He let himself be defeated. By what? By whom? He didn't know. Right now he didn't care. He kissed her, and the feel of her lips brought such a sense of calm to his soul it was surreal. It was a healing balm. All the pain and desperation went away, and the deep aching in his chest lifted was replaced by a sense of fulfilment as his lips grazed hers. Their warmth reached the very depths of his soul.
He couldn't kill Prue Halliwell.
And as sudden as the feeling of happiness filled him, the sensation of anguish took over. The realization of what he had done shook him with such a force that he let out a terrible scream, the body of Belthazor materializing over Cole's. He had just betrayed everything he believed in. His very being was based on this, on the capability of being evil, of killing without batting an eyelid. And for what? A witch. A single harmless witch, who would not have stood a chance if she had battled him face to face in any other situation. It had been right in front of him! And he had let the opportunity pass. Another type of feeling began to build up inside of him. This one greater than any others before it. It was pure fury. Raging fury for these three witches who had ruined him, and particularly this witch in front of him, sleeping peacefully unaware of anything and everything she had done. But more importantly, fury aimed at himself, for letting her ruin him.
Taking the athame from the pillow, he prepared himself to plunge the blade into her heart, this time definitely not going to miss. His hand had thrown itself back when the door opened.
"Oh my god, Piper! Demon!" he heard the voice of Phoebe scream. Piper, reacting instinctively used her hands to freeze him. Her powers came over him and slowed him down for a bit, but he shook the freeze off. He had just been interrupted, again. He wasn't ready to take the two witches on together while they were still strong, so there was only one other option. He blinked.
"LEO!" screamed Piper. The glowing sky blue orbs materialized into her boyfriend.
"What, what happened?" asked Leo concerned.
"Yeah, what happened?" asked another person by the door. It was Cole. "I went to use the bathroom, when I heard a scream..."
"There was a-a..." Phoebe stammered. Think fast Phoebe, think fast! "A... a huge rat." she finally answered. Seriously, a rat?
"...a rat?" repeated Leo and Cole, both sounding unconvinced.
"Yes, a rat." Piper said, her eyes trying to say to Leo the word they couldn't mention in the presence of Cole. "You know? Those huge ones that are very, very dangerous? Almost lethal?"
"Ooh..." Leo said, catching on. "But... How?"
"I don't know! But it was right beside Prue, and it was about to...!" Piper continued, her voice raising a few notches up.
"We'll worry about how later! What I wanna know is why did you guys leave Prue alone?" demanded Phoebe in an accusatory tone.
"Sorry, that was my fault," interrupted Cole. "Leo had to go check on something important, and I was supposed to stay here. Except I needed to use your bathroom. I'm sorry..."
"It's alright Cole..." Piper answered, glaring more at Leo, the look telling the Whitelighter that he would be further questioned to see if his reason for leaving was justifiable enough.
Phoebe went to Cole's side. "It's alright... We were just, caught off guard, that's all. Are you okay?" she asked him.
Cole cleared his throat. It seemed his face still showed some signs of his struggle earlier. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just worried..."
"Maybe you should go... I think we might've messed up your schedule enough for the day." Phoebe told him.
"If you don't mind. Are you guys going to be okay?" he asked, half in concern and half to take off any suspicion on him.
"Yeah, we'll be alright," Piper said, gesturing to a vial on her hand. "Got her medicine right here."
Cole eyed the pink liquid inside. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was going to be useless. She was already cured. All thanks to him, unfortunately. He looked at the still unconscious Prue in her bed. "In that case then, I'm leaving."
He gave Phoebe a kiss on the cheek, and gave a final nod to Piper and Leo before going out the door.
There would be much explaining to do.
A/N: Dun dun dun... And now for the hour of judgment. Hate it? Love it? Do not care? Tell me! Or I shall feel sad. And you don't want me to feel sad. No you don't. ^_^ So review!