Friday Morning - Suite 518/520 - Talking About Surprises

[sensethevisions]

When Phoebe woke up, she curled closer to Cole and sighed quietly. She was both happy to be here with him... and a little shell-shocked by the events of the last 24 hours.

Not only had she met her nephews from the future, she had spent most of the night at James' bedside in the Clinic. She hadn't gotten back to the dorms until very late and then crawled into bed.

Now, she opened her eyes again to smile sleepily at Cole. She probably should let him know what was going on.

She snuggled against him. She was nice and warm being held like this.

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel held Phoebe close. Moments like this, the human soul struggling inside him was more calm.

He wanted to know who the two young men Phoebe had been talking to last night at Caritas were as well. "So what was going on at Caritas last night?" he murmured.

[sensethevisions]

"Oh, those are apparently my nephews from the future."

[demonbelthazor]

...

"WHAT?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded.

[demonbelthazor]

"That's not possible," Bel said. "They're lying to you."

[sensethevisions]

"They're not lying love... and they're not demons. They're half-witch and half-whitelighter... like Paige."

[demonbelthazor]

"They're claiming to be Paige's kids?" Bel said. Well, if any of the Charmed Ones were to get herself knocked up, it would probably be her.

[sensethevisions]

"No... Piper's."

[demonbelthazor]

"Piper's sons. From the future." Bel felt a sudden surge of worry. If they knew what he was now, they could be here to stop him. He had to stop them first.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded, not understanding the emotions coming off of Cole right now. "We also had a discussion about how you're an ex-demon now and on the side of the good guys." She gave him a smile.

[demonbelthazor]

"Who's their daddy father?" Bel asked.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe frowned. "They wouldn't tell me. Chris said that he didn't think I should know too much right now."

She might have been pouting.

[demonbelthazor]

"Be careful, sweetheart," Bel advised. "This could be some sort of trick. Even if they don't feel like demons to you, they could be cloaking themselves."

[sensethevisions]

"Chris is a lot like Piper. Wyatt reminds me of someone else."

[demonbelthazor]

He stroked her hair. "Don't trust them, not just yet," he said. "Let me check into it." He kissed her temple. "Remember what I said, we can only really trust each other."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nuzzled him. "I know... but family..."

[demonbelthazor]

"Look how Piper hid things from you," he said, keeping his voice low. "And she's 'family.'"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe bit her lip and ducked her head, tears pricking her eyes and her chest tightening.

[demonbelthazor]

He wrapped his arms tightly around her. "It's all right, love," he said softly. "I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Nothing is ever going to take you away from me."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe tightened her arms around him. "I know, sweetheart," she said quietly. "I know you'll always be here for me. I guess I'm just a little emotional and headachey from the last couple of days. Fighting with Piper, being sick, then the nephews... and finding out about Wilson being in a coma..."

[demonbelthazor]

"I know, that's terrible, isn't it?" Bel said. "I'm sure he'll be fine. And we'll find out who did it." He frowned. "Aziraphale was trying to blame me for it."

[sensethevisions]

"Don't take it personally, love, Aziraphale is just very worried and upset... and frantic. Give him some time and a break." She touched his face gently. "Imagine how you would be feeling if it was me who was attacked and hurt like that."

[demonbelthazor]

"I'd kill anyone who laid a hand on you," he said, putting one hand over hers. "But I wouldn't blame Aziraphale for it. Everyone's turning against me, Phoebe. You're the only one I can count on anymore."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe squeezed his hand but frowned at him. "Love, you know that's not true. You have lots of friends here."

[demonbelthazor]

"First Angel starts accusing me of things I didn't do, then Aziraphale?" Bel sighed. "I just wonder who's going to be next."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe stiffened. "Angel accusing you..." she narrowed her eyes. "Oh no... did he lose his soul again?! Cuz if he did, we have to tell someone..."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shook his head. "No, he hasn't lost his soul. He's just so wrapped up in Logan that he doesn't care about me anymore. I guess he had to make a choice."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe frowned. That didn't sound at all like the Angel she knew and called friend. She'd definitely have to call him later and see if she could find out what he was up to. After all, she hadn't been able to see much of him what with the whole being ill thing.

"Love, you're his best friend. I'm sure that he hasn't made a choice." She kissed his cheek. "What did he accuse you of?"

[demonbelthazor]

"That's not important," Bel said evasively. "I just know I can't count on him anymore."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe frowned. "Love, I don't believe that. He's been one of your biggest supporters. I'll call him later and pick his brain, figure out what's going on with him."

[demonbelthazor]

"No, don't," he said quickly. "Just let it lie. I'll deal with it later, all right?"

[sensethevisions]

"Not if it's upsetting you this much and making you feel like you've been pushed aside for his boy. What hurts you upsets me, love." She nuzzled him, closing her eyes for a moment.

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm fine," he said, then abruptly shifted the subject. "But how are you feeling? You were so sick before...."

[sensethevisions]

"I'm okay, just a little more tired than I usually am. I'm getting my strength back." She smiled at him. "You've been taking such good care of me."

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe you should have a little more of your medicine to make sure you don't have a relapse," he said, tracing her lips with one finger.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled trustingly at him. "If you think so. I'd hate to miss classes when they start because I get really badly sick again."

[demonbelthazor]

"And we certainly can't have that," Bel said. He got up and padded into the kitchen, fetching a small glass of dark amber-colored fluid. "Drink up, sweetheart," he said.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe wrinkled her nose, but drained the glass of its contents with no problems. "I'll be glad when I'm well enough not to need this any more. I guess James gave you the prescription for me before he got attacked?"

Because, really. Where else would Cole have gotten the cold medicine?

[demonbelthazor]

"That's right, soon you won't need it any more," he said, rubbing her back. The tonic worked slowly, but it made her succeptible to his suggestions and opened her to the pull of evil. And he wanted her at his side when this was all done.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe leaned against him, closing her eyes. "How long do you think it will be before I don't need it any longer?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Not long now," he said, pulling her close. "You're almost there."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe settled in against him, holding onto him. "I love you."

[demonbelthazor]

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said, his eyes turning to flame.