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Halliwell Manor

Piper's room

"Hi," Phoebe said, as she opened the door of her sister's room.

Piper looked up at her and sighed. She was too tired to argue with her sister about Cole.

"I am sorry..." Phoebe said, as she noticed her sister's expression.

"Phoebe..." Piper muttered.

"I shouldn't treat you that way. I was nervous and desperate..." Phoebe said, lowering her head. "I'm sorry..."

Piper cleared her throat. "I am sorry too... When Wyatt forced me to cross the portal with him, I just... I didn't expect to see that future."

"I can't believe Wyatt will turn evil. He's the Twice-Blessed, Piper. He's pure good," Phoebe said, shaking her head.

"But he will and we need to change that..." Piper said.

"And what about Cole?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow.

"Phoebe..."

"You can't do this to me, Piper. I would never forgive you," she said, taking Piper's hands on hers. "If Cole appears, you need to avoid him, please..."

"But Chris... He is..."

"Future is always in motion," Phoebe interrupted her. "You know that. What about Melinda, huh?"

"It's different," Piper shook her head. "Phoebe, I can't... I can't do this. He is my son. I won't change story. He would disappear..."

"So you're planning to betray me," Phoebe said angrily. "For Christ's sake, Piper!"

"No... I just... God, Phoebe! I'm confused! I have a son who travelled to the past to save his old brother and you're telling me that he shouldn't exist! I don't know how it'll happen. I never looked at Cole this way, but Chris is my son! Our son! You don't understand, I can't change it! Not deliberately..."

Phoebe nodded. "I see..." she said, walking out of the room.

"Phoebe, please..." Piper muttered, as her sister stopped at the door.

"I'll fight it, Piper... You won't try to change story, but I will... He's my ex-husband. He used to share a bed with me... If you think I'll sit and watch you two being together, you're delusional..."

The old mausoleum

"What'd you did?" Cole asked, his eyes full open.

"Welcome back, Cole," the angel said, smiling.

"Back?" he frowned. "Angel..."

The angel nodded. "You're not trapped in the void anymore. I resurrected you, using my own my blood."

"Why?" Cole asked in confusion.

"It's destiny," the angel quietly explained. "Now, listen to me... You have a mission, to help the lost souls... You can't use your powers for personal gain."

"Powers?" he winced.

"Yes, powers. Teleportation, sensing, deflection, holograms, hope reading, knowledge absorption, mediumship and portal creation," she explained.

"I'm sorry, what?" Cole crossed his arms against his chest.

"You need these powers to do your job," the angel shook her head. "As I said, be careful. Don't use them for personal gain. I'll be watching you, Cole," she said and disappeared.

"Great!" Cole threw up his arms in frustration.

A cave

"Acacius lives here," the demon said, pointing to a dark cave.

Chris turned to him and smirked. "Thank you..."

The demon shrugged. "You kept your word, I kept mine," he said and shimmered out.

Chris shook his head. A demon with ethics...

He walked into the cave and looked around. The place was dark and silent. For one moment, he wondered if he should go back. But he needed to know who ordered the attack and why.

"Who's here?" a creature appeared in the middle of the darkness.

Chris swallowed hard. "My name is Chris," he said firmly.

The demon took a few steps forward and showed his face. "What do you want here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You ordered the attack on the Halliwell's," Chris accused him. "You sent a Darklighter to kill Piper's son."

The demon smirked. "Yes and the Elder is dead," he said nastily.

Chris clenched his fists. "You ordered Wyatt's death!"

"Yes. What will you do about it?" the demon asked, forming an energy ball in his hand.

"I'll vanquish you," Chris menaced him.

The demon laughed and threw the energy ball at Chris, who deflected the attack with a swipe of his arm. The energy ball flew back at Acacius, who fell to the ground.

"Deflection," Acacius muttered.

Chris formed an energy ball and quickly threw it at him, but the demon was quick and shimmered, avoiding the attack.

"Dammit!" Chris shouted, looking around him.

"Looking for me?" Acacius asked, throwing another energy ball at Chris.

This time, Chris didn't have time to deflect the attack and the energy ball hit him on the back. He fell to the ground, as the demon formed another energy ball in his hand. "Say goodbye!"

"Goodbye," Chris said, deflecting the attack again.

The demon flew against a wall. Chris clenched his fist and start to crush Acacius' heart with his telekinesis.

The demon's eyes widened in horror and pain. "Wait a minute," he said, his voice cracking.

"What?" Chris said, relaxing a little.

"I'm not the only one who wants Piper's son dead," the demon argued.

"Tell me something new..." Chris said, clenching his fists again.

"An angel," Acacius muttered.

"What?" Chris asked in surprise, stopping the attack.

The demon coughed, gasping for air. "An angel, a Whitelighter."

Chris frowned. "You're lying," he practically shouted at him. It didn't make any sense. A Whitelighter would never be involved in something like this.

Acacius shook his head. "A Whitelighter, he talked to me... The baby is too dangerous. He needs to die!"

"Who?" Chris asked, grabbing Acacius by the throat. "Who's this Whitelighter?"

The demon swallowed hard. "I don't know his name!"

Chris punched him in the face. "Who is he?"

"I don't know, I swear..." the demon said, as blood poured from his nose.

"How is he? You need to tell me!" Chris demanded, forming an energy ball in his hand.

"He is tall and thin. He has grey hair and beard," Acacius explained.

"You really don't know his name?" Chris asked one more time, the energy ball still in his hand.

Acacius shook his head. "No... I don't. "

Chris looked up at him for a moment. Acacius could help him to find this Whitelighter, but the truth was he couldn't trust him. More than that, he couldn't let him live. So he threw the energy ball at him. The demon flew against a wall.

"No, please," Acacius begged.

Chris shook his head and clenched his fist. He crushed the demon's heart and vanquished him.

The young man looked around him one more time and orbed out.

The old mausoleum

Phoebe looked at the entrance of the old mausoleum and sighed. She never told her sisters, but she always went there to think, when she was nervous.

She took a step forward and entered the mausoleum. So much memories, she whispered to herself as she walked down the stairs.

"Phoebe," Cole let out in a whisper, as he saw her in front of him.

Her heart stopped from a moment, as she looked up at him. "Cole..."

A/N: Thank you for the reviews, follows, favorites and... Happy birthday to me :)