[Room #412] Locked To Piper --- NFB

Phoebe was curled up in her and Cole's bed.  He had made her come back here from Ethics and she couldn't say that he was wrong in that she really shouldn't have gotten out of bed. Valkyrie was in the headboard keeping watch and Seraphim was at the foot of the bed.

She wasn't feeling well at all. She had once again started throwing up. Her fever had spiked and she could tell because she was feeling cold and shaky again.

Of course, she didn't know if it was from the flu or from the conversation she had just had with Cole in Tara's class.

[Room #412] Premonitions and Prophecies

Piper had left and Phoebe was again reaching for something to drink when the bottle fell from her hand to shatter on the floor and she felt the familiar drain of one of her premonitions...


...anger, claws and blood...

Two shadows locked in tight combat, one with red eyes...

...he throws his opponent away from him...

...so much anger...

...hatred and black wings...

..."girlfriend's heart"...

...desperation and protectiveness...

...face turned to the light...

...COLE!!...


Phoebe came out of the premonition with a scream of pain and fear.

She found herself on the floor and she pulled herself up to grab the phone. Her hands were shaking and she was having trouble breathing as she dialed Beka's private cell number.

Cole...Cole was in trouble...he was hurt being attacked by another demon...

Crowley?

Phoebe felt sweat pouring off of her, knowing that she's only making herself worse, but damn it! She had to get someone to go help Cole.

"Soulsister...help...Cole. He's in trouble in town." Phoebe gasped for air. "Please soulsister, he's hurt! ... No, I'm not okay. I'm giving myself pneumonia and I just had a premonition." Phoebe sounded panicked and hysterical. "Please Beka...please...take Piper and find him..."

Phoebe hung up and dialed another number.

"Piper? Beka is on her way to get you...I had a premonition. Cole's hurt and he needs help...please, Piper...I can't lose him."

Phoebe dropped the phone and stayed on the floor, not even feeling the pieces of glass on the floor. She lay her head back against the bed feeling weak and scared.

"Please...don't let him die..."