Here's scene 19!

Partners in Crime

(same as last scene)

Leo: (slightly incredulous) Mother?

Henry: Dead demon guy has a mom?

Elizabeth: Yes, Coleridge has a mother. (to Henry) And his name is not "Dead Demon Guy." He was the Source of All Evil, after all. (mutters darkly) Still would be, if it wasn't for that little good-witch slut. (peers closely at the sisters, speaks to Cole) Hmm, these two don't seem the type, exactly...well, that one looks loose enough (she motions to Paige, who's outraged) Sorry dear, just stating what I see.

Paige: (furious) And asking for a vanquish—(Henry puts a comforting hand on her shoulder)

Cole: (cuts her off) Phoebe isn't here, Mother. Now—

Leo: But you were vanquished decades ago.

Elizabeth: Ah, this must be the fallen-from-grace whitelighter. Yes, I did have the misfortune of being vanquished quite some time ago. But as you know, Turners never stay vanquished for very long.

Piper: Turners? You still keep your ex's name over a century after you murdered him?

Elizabeth: Well naturally. It's a good name. (evil grin) Soiling it is a sheer delight.

Cole: (impatient) Where's your little friend, Mother?

Elizabeth: (grimaces) Little friend? Please, Coleridge, it's really more of...an alliance of necessity. A reluctant alliance.

Paige: With who?

Elizabeth: With who? Why, with—

Cole: (holds up his hand) No. Since she isn't actually here, I don't want them to know any more.

Elizabeth: But Coleridge—

Cole: No.

Elizabeth: Very well. She didn't feel like coming.

Cole: But I summoned you both.

Elizabeth: Yes dear, that you did, and I must say it rather surprised me. You've been avoiding us for ages. But you can hardly control that one; she's a bit out of our reach, what with her condition.

Piper: What kind of condition?

Cole: Later. (to Elizabeth) At least I have you here. (he holds up the blue bottle from the bathroom) Explain.

Elizabeth: It's a blue bottle.

Cole: Yes, a blue bottle. A blue bottle filled with an liquid elixer of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.

Henry: Like from that song? Scarborough Fair?

Leo: It's an actual potion.

Cole: (angry) Used to restore memory!

Elizabeth: And to break certain types of binding spells and other enchantments. (spreads hands) We've made no secret of it for quite some time, Coleridge. We made a mistake in helping you before, and we're determined to fix it. My grandson needs to know his mother.

Paige: You want Warren to know Phoebe?

Elizabeth: Of course! His powers are connected to his mother. As much as I loathe exposing my own grandson to that level of good magic, knowing her and receiving his rightful place in the Halliwell line would unlock all of the binding spells on his powers...the son of a mighty demon and Charmed One, imbued with all the powers of the Source before his birth...that is potential beyond belief!

Piper: But he can't have the Source—it's gone.

Elizabeth: Yes, the essence of the Source, the Source himself, as an entity, is gone, you silly girl. But the powers themselves...the actual powers were ingrained into his very soul. With the proper nuturing he could be swayed to the side of evil, and achieve great things. (to Cole, scolding) Unfortunately, all that potential is wasted; what with the horrid restrictions, chains you've placed on his abilities...

Leo: But that's impossible—The Source's powers are evil; Philip...Warren, I mean, couldn't retain them without remaining evil himself.

Elizabeth: You were an Elder? No wonder it's so easy to come back, if that's the intelligence level prevelant—

Piper: Hey!

Cole: Shut up, Mother. (to Halliwells) Wyatt and Chris have whitelighter powers, right?

Leo: Yes—

Cole: And Grace doesn't, because you weren't a whitelighter when she was concieved. Well, I just happened to have the powers of the Source in my DNA when Warren...happened. So he has the powers. I just keep them bound, because (he glares at his mother) I want him to have a normal life.

Paige: Sure. Whatever. Now what are you not telling us?

Cole: Excuse me?

Paige: We're the Charmed Ones, Cole, the most powerful witches on earth. A binding spell strong enough to keep you and Warren off of the general magical radar, has to be huge. And staying off of our radar, while your son shares such a deep, beyond-magic bond with Phoebe, has to be freaking huge. Like Power of Three huge...or the evil equivilant.

Piper: What have you gotten yourself into, Cole?

Cole: Noting that I can't handle. (to his mother) You, get out and stay away from my son, and pass that message along to your partner in crime.

Elizabeth: I'm sorry, dear, (not sounding sorry at all) but I'm not sure you can handle it. You're hardly in a position to stop us.

Cole: The two of you together, maybe. (an athamae shimmers into his hand) But if I eliminated one of you...

Elizabeth: (scoffs) Your own mother, Coleridge?

Cole: If you come between me and my son? Absolutely.

Elizabeth: (narrows eyes, voice stiff) As you wish. Goodbye Coleridge.

Cole: Goodbye, Mother.

Elizabeth: (to Halliwells) It was a pleasure.

Leo: Yeah. A pleasure.

(Cole waves his hand, and Elizabeth disappears in green smoke)

Paige: Who is your mother's "partner in crime?"

Cole: (slides athamae into his pocket, sighs) Believe me, you don't want to know.

Okay, so this is a slight cliffie, too, but not as bad as the last one, right? Ah well. Thanks for reading and please R&R:-)