Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.


February 4, 2005

Ok this is like part to to the MS I did for Demon Came in From the Cold....But you get the idea..





Exit Strategy

Phoebe leaned against Prue as they made their way back to Prue vehicle from the mausoleum, but her mind was thinking of her true love. Where was he? It had been weeks now and still no word.

“Prue he’s not coming back is he?”

Prue looked down at the tear streak face beside her, “Sure he is Phoebs. You have to hold on to that. He loves you too much to let it all go now. Like I said he’ll find a way to put some twist on it and get away from them.”
“I hope so.”

The drive home was made in silence as Prue every now and then cast a glance over to her baby sister. Her heart broke as she saw her normally free spirited sister looking forlorn out the passenger window. Reaching over she took Phoebes hand in hers, giving it a slight squeeze, giving her the support she needed then.

Prue pulled in the driveway and noticed Phoebe making no effort to move or get out of the vehicle. Getting out herself she made her way to the passenger side and popped open the door.

“Come sweetie.”
“Prue I need to go back. We said we would meet there.”
“Phoebe you can’t sleep out there. He’ll know to find you here, with us. Now come on.” Prue took hold of Phoebe’s hands and pulled her from the vehicle gently.

Wrapping her arm around Phoebe’s waist they made their way inside the Manor.

The whole way up the steps and into the Manor Phoebe rested her head on Prue’s shoulder. It was the only place she felt any comfort the last few days: Safe in the arms of her sisters. Whenever one of them was sitting on the couch she would snuggle up with them. Feeling a part of the only love she had left.

Weariness was starting to take hold of her body as she sat on the edge of her bed. Kicking off her shoes and shrugging off her coat she felt numb. Inside of her was breaking and there was nothing she could do about it.

Prue felt helpless as she watched Phoebe nearly breakdown. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants. “Come on Phoebs put these on they’ll be more comfortable sleeping in then your jeans.”

Phoebe barely moved as took the pants from her sister. But it was that little effort that Prue helped Phoebe get out of her jeans and into the sweats.

Settling her sister down she pulled the covers over her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, “I’ll be right back honey.”

Prue quickly made her way to her own room and changed out of her own jeans before going back to Phoebs room. The quiet sobs were all that she heard as she pulled back the covers and crawled in behind Phoebe, wrapping her arms around her distraught and worried sister.


Phoebe didn’t even move as she felt Prue’s presence behind her and let her sister love help get her through one more night. The tears of pain running down her face, as she worried if she would ever see him again. But she held on to a small amount of hope that he would find his way back to her. And she held on to this only with the love of her sisters.

“Is this how it was with Andy? The feeling of your heart ripped out?” Phoebe asked quietly through her tears.
“Oh sweetie. Cole is coming back. There is a difference when Andy died. When I saw him there I knew he was gone. With you it’s the unknown. But he will be back Phoebs he loves you too much to let you go now. He has fought to hard to win that love. Including fighting me.”

How many nights had she repeated the same actions? Heard her baby sister crying in the night and making her way quietly across the hall to give comfort. How many nights had she wished and prayed herself for Cole to return so none of them would have to worry? So Phoebe wouldn’t have to worry? How many more nights would she continue to comfort her lost sister until he came back, or until they knew for sure what had happened?

She knew she wouldn’t sleep that night. Only getting a glimpse of rest, as she held on to her treasure. A treasure that was broken beyond repair until her love was returned to her.