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


Ok as I rewrite Long Live the Queen and toy with how far to go. This came to me..…



Paige took Piper and Phoebes hands in hers and orbed them all back home.

“So now what?” Paige looked at her sisters
“Well the Source is dead and so is the Seer.” Piper replied.
“Not to mention most of the leaders of the various types of demons. Maybe we get a little down time now. Time to just be sisters.” Phoebe suggested as she started for the stairs.

Paige looked at Piper not really sure what to do. They were ll right. She knew that it would be sometime before the underworld got back any remittance of order.

Pipe was watching Phoebe with each step she took up the Manor stairs. She had known her sister her entire life and as she walked up stairs Piper knew something was wrong.

“Paige what happened down there? Before you decided I should share your fate of death.”
“Phobia appeared in a wall of flames and the Seer was waiting for her. It was like she knew Phoebe was coming when she did. She guided Phoebe over to some altar I guess it was and started saying a spell. I tried to get Phoebs attention but it was like she wasn’t even there.”
“No the baby took over her body and mind. Then what happened?” Piper pressed on.

Paige went and sat in the living room. With Piper following her. “After she said her spell a light came out of Phoebe and into her. The next thing I knew Phoebe was inside the cage with me.”

Piper looked at her sister shocked, “She..she TOOK HER BABY?”
“Yeah.” Paige felt bad for her older sister. The child inside her was all she had left of the man she had loved more then her own life.

Piper got off the couch and ran up the stairs two by two.

Phoebe stepped into her room and started to get changed. She pulled on her favourite sweat pants and was looking for a shirt to pull on. She hadn’t even had time to get the things out of the boxes and back in the drawers. Had it really been that same day she had gathered her own stuff from the penthouse and brought it all back home?

She was looking for a certain shirt. Whenever she was upset or not feeling well she would wear it. Prue had given it to her for her 20th birthday. It had always given a sense of comfort and protection to her. She remembered wearing it a LOT when she was in NYC. A way to be close to her sister. She was going for that now. She had lost Cole a few weeks ago and now this.

Finding what she was looking for she quickly pulled it over her head. But as she looked back in the box she spotted something else, “That one isn’t mine?” A tear escaped down her eyes as she pulled from the box another shirt. “Cole.” Holding it close, she took in his smell.

One hand instinctively went to her stomach. “Oh baby…..I’m sorry.” She felt her knees get weaker as she sat on her bed.

Piper knocked at Phoebes door but didn’t wait for an answer. Her heart nearly broke when she saw Phoebe laying on her bed curled up crying.

As she moved closer, she noticed her sister was clutching to something in her hand and holding it close to her chest. She recognized it as one of Cole's dress shirt. Climbing on the bed she pulled Phoebe close to her.

“Pi…Pi…Piper. I..I lost our baby.” She cried in her sisters’ arms.
“Oh baby. I am sooo sorry.” Piper didn’t let go. She felt her own tears trickling down her cheek. Tears for her baby sister who at that moment had never hurt so much.

Piper didn’t know what to do. She knew that Phoebe realized the baby was evil but to have something growing inside of you that was symbol of love and then to have it taken from you so suddenly. She couldn’t even imagine what her sister was going through.

She held Phoebe like she had so many times before when they were younger. A boy broke her heart, when she fell and broke her wrist. Each times there were more water works from the youngest Halliwell then Piper thought possible. But this seemed different. Piper was genuinely worried that Phoebe was going to make herself sick she was crying so hard.

“He…He was…all I had left.” Phoebe managed to get out between heaves.
“I know sweetie. I know. But you have to hang on to the love you had with Cole. Grams always said there was a reason for everything. Maybe losing the baby was one. Bringing a child into our lives now is maybe just to dangerous.”
“I loved him Piper. Even inside me I could feel his love for me. The love of a child to its mother.”

Piper held on to Phoebe and ran her hand over her back over and over. She had finally got her sister to calm down somewhat. At least she wasn’t heaving any more. And as she let out her heart Piper listened.

“Its weird. I know he was pure evil. But I carried him inside me for weeks. Its like part of me was taking with him.” Phoebe tried to gather her own thoughts in her head as she spoke to Piper
“Part of him wasn’t evil sweetie. He was created out of the love you and Cole shared. And I know that part of that was real. Remember; Prue felt it.”
“I know.” Phoebe rested against Piper. “I miss her.”
“Me too. She’d know what to do right now.”
“So do you.” Phoebe replied quietly as she snuggled closer to her sister.

Paige had made her way upstairs not long after Piper. She had waited outside a few minutes before she opened up the door and walked over to the bed. Sitting up beside Phoebe she leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her big sisters head. “Get some rest sweetie.” She spoke softly as she noticed Phoebe drifting off in Pipers arms. Scrunching down she leaned up against Phoebe with her one hand resting on top of Phoebes. Though feeling the slight squeeze she looked up and smiled. Though not saying a word she squeezed back.

Piper looked down at her now sleeping sister. She knew the next few weeks would be similar to tonight and that Paige and herself would help her through it. She just hoped after everything Phoebe had lost that she would be open to love again.

She placed a kiss on the top of Phoebes head, “I love you,” was all she said as she hugged her sister tighter. Fearing too never let her go.