Hello, my wonderful, lovely, patient readers! Thank you so much for all of the positive reviews for the last chappie; I'm really sorry that I didn't answer them personally sooner. Getting ready for college is a lot more hectic than I thought it would be, and my laptop still hasn't arrived. grrrr... But for now, here is a special shout-out to the reviewers:

In Love with Fuffy, Lizardmomma, lord kray, ElenaMarshall, mandymoore1, mallratrebel, charmedgrl4ever, bunn2007, Kaleena Mason, and ethereal girl:

this chappie is for you; I'm sorry it's not very long, but I promise that it's not filler! It has some important plot points worked in. I will get to the really good action parts soon, I promise!

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. I wish I did, but I don't. If someone would like to give me the rights to the show...I would be their bestest pal forever and ever!

As You Asked

(The kitchen. Leo and Henry enter from the dining room, followed by Wyatt, Chris, Grace, and the twins. Behind them are Piper and Paige [with baby Henry. Behind them, Phoebe walks in, hand in hand with Warren and Melinda. The kids and Henry and Leo head out the back door; Piper starts getting out pots and pans. Phoebe kneels down to speak to Melinda and Warren.)

Phoebe: You two go on outside. I'll be there in a couple of minutes, okay?

(Warren and Melinda go outside. Phoebe gets up and sits on a stool at the island. Paige joins her.)

Paige: (as Piper pulls out more utensils) Why do you need a spaghetti strainer? I thought that this was supposed to be a cookout.

Piper: Oh no. This is no longer a cookout. That little boy Phoebe just adopted is going to have a full-out, no-holds-barred family dinner with all the trimmings that I can whip up in the next hour and a half.

Phoebe: (voice flat) Oh god. What have I done?

Paige: Huh?

Phoebe: I just told that little boy that I would be his mother.

Piper: Yeah, sweetie, we noticed. You made his year.

Paige: More like his century.

Phoebe: (panicky) Guys, hello! What if I just made a huge mistake?!

Piper: (sets down cooking things, joins sisters) What do you mean?

Phoebe: What do I mean? What do I mean?! What I mean is that I know nothing about this kid!! Yes, not having a mother sucks. Yes, I want to help him, he's just the most adorable little guy I've ever seen in my entire life—(stops, blushes) No offense.

Paige: (stiffly) None taken. (She bounces the baby boy in her lap)

Piper: For the moment. Continue.

Phoebe: But agreeing to be his mother...that's...that's a big...no, it ginormous, gigantic, big as the oceans and universe—

Paige: We get it.

Phoebe: It's a huge commitment! (Stops, takes breath) What if I'm not able to keep it?

Paige: Why wouldn't you?

Phoebe: Well...he might live far away, what if his father doesn't want me around—

Piper: (hugs her sister) Phoebs, hush. It's going to be fine.

Phoebe: (still upset) But what if it's not? That would break his little heart! (Softly) How could I risk doing that to him?

Paige: Phoebe, you won't. That's not going to happen.

Phoebe: Hey, I'm the empath and even I don't know that! How could you?

Paige: (rolls eyes) Phoebe, listen. Geographical distance isn't exactly a huge barrier in this family. Case in point: your nieces and nephews frequently visit the top of the Golden Gate Bridge; I have charges in five of the seven continents.

Piper: And so what if you didn't have a premonition? Things still happen for a reason.

Paige: Did ya even notice the "P" name with the "Warren" at the end?

Phoebe: (it clicks) Oh...

Paige: See, he's probably family anyways.

Piper: And as for his father having a problem with you being in his motherless child's life...I mean, come on Phoebe. You're an advice columnist with degree in psychology, one of the three most powerful human forces of Good on the planet, an adored aunt of six and a mother of one beautiful, healthy, well-adjusted daughter.

Paige: Who wouldn't want you to help raise their kid?

(Abrupt change of scene: Cole's angry face)

Cole: Me.

(scene expands. Cole sits behind a large desk in dignified office. Across from him sits a well-dressed but creepy-looking man)

Man: Excuse me?

Cole: You said, "What can't money buy these days?" (he leans back in his chair) And I said, "Me."

Man: Look, Thompson--

Cole: (coldly) It's Turner, moron. Now listen up; you're a very bad person. You con dirt-poor teens into selling drugs for you at playgrounds and street corners. And if that's not bad enough, the ones who actually have the nerve to try to cut you from their lives end up beaten...and sometimes dead. I wouldn't represent a smartass, parasitic piece of scum like you for all the money in the world. Now get out of my office, you pathetic excuse for a human, before I throw you out.

Man: (leaps up, furious) You'll...you'll pay for this!

Cole: Thanks for the warning. (mutters to self) Man I wish I could just vanquish your ass.

(The creepy man conjures a fireball and hurls it at Cole, who ducks)

Cole: (gets up, smiling) And now I get to!

(Cole throws his own fireball at the demon man, who shimmers out)

Cole: Damn. (he presses intercom button on his phone) Mae?

(an elderly woman walks in)

Mae: Yes, Mr. Turner?

Cole: I need you to call the daycare for me, tell them that I'll be late picking up Philip.

Mae: (disapproving) Again, Mr. Turner?

Cole: (sighs) Don't give me that, Mae...

Mae: It's called a "day" care for a reason; besides, its unnatural, leaving a child at some impersonal day care until those god-forsaken witching hours you keep. When I was your age and raising my seven children successfully into adulthood, I—

Cole: I've had this lecture before—

Mae: For goodness sakes, Mr. Turner, at least let me watch the boy for you. He's such a delightful little creature, and he'd be much more comfortable in a house than some...public facility.

Cole (picks up his coat) It's not a public facility, Mae. It's the most exclusive private childcare institution in Boston. I have no qualms about leaving him there.

Mae: (waves hand) Put all the titles on it you want. He needs a home environment, and a woman's influence. (pointed look) What he'd really benefit from is a mother.

Cole: (shakes head) No, Mae.

Mae: (protesting) But the two of you are all alone—

Cole: (firmly) Mae, that's enough. Now, I have to go. (he bends and gives her a peck on the cheek) But thank you for your concern. Have a nice night.

Mae: (resigned) You too, Mr. Turner. (Cole smiles slightly and puts on his coat. Mae wags her finger at him in a grandmotherly fashion) But this conversation is not over, do you hear?

Cole: Perfectly. (he picks up his briefcase and starts to walk away, mutters to himself) Unfortunately. (Cole exits his office, passing a clock that reads 7:00 pm)

(alone in the office, Mae looks up to the ceiling)

Mae: All right, I did as you asked. I don't think it helped, though. (she walks out of the office, and switches off the lights)

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