Sin Cole-cisco

Disclaimer: I just own the fanfiction. The characters all belong to Spelling and Co. As you probably already know, Cole never appeared in season 3's Sin Francisco, so I took it upon myself to include him in my own version. This idea was originally given to me by a friend awhile back. I have mixed up various events from the actual episode to aid me in my quest.

Cole Turner approached the Halliwell manor, his expression slightly faltering when he caught the door somewhat ajar, a shadow of a crease penetrating it from inside. He hesitantly placed a pair of tense fingers upon it, ever so slowly easing it open to its maximum capacity. He breathed an intense sigh of relief when he heard the buzzing of the television set a safe distance away, clasping his hands together as he entered the family room. His black v-neck long sleeve t-shirt was shrouded a bit from the long dark coat he wore, defining his strong build rather nicely, ending in a casual pair of jeans covering his long legs. He hadn't shaved for a fair number of days since he'd been apart from her after their innocent status escapade, and his stubble only lightly graced the surface, still extremely visible to the wandering human female eye.

Leo Wyatt sat sprawled on the sofa, one leg dangling mindlessly over the edge, while the other rested upon the soft cushions with apparent ease. A large bag of Doritos was opened near his chest, cradled protectively within his grasp, as he carefully shoved a few chips inside his mouth with a careless gesture upon the half demon's unexpected entry point. A commercial ad kindly displayed itself on the screen, as he let out a calm chuckle, his attention span completely preoccupied.

"Have you...seen Phoebe?" Cole murmured, oddly giving him a look.

"Mmm," came the simple reply, as his eyes never left the crumpled bag in front of him, his eyes glued specifically to the wide spectrum of color.

Cole frowned, resting his frame lazily against the solid wall behind him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat, an eyebrow raised out of a confused curiosity. "Would that be a yes...or a no?" he proceeded, his eyes squinting at the pure absurdity of the situation.

"Mmm," Leo replied again, as another handful of food went in, a childish smile plaguing his face with his opponent's repetitive persistence.

"I don't exactly have all the time in the world here," Cole prompted. "I've got this guy tracking me, and if I lead him here- I only wanted to stop in for a few minutes and say hi to her, let her know I'm still alive."

"Have you seen this one before?" the whitelighter continued. "It's just great. This guy runs out of cash, so he takes a few loans out. Then, before he knows it, he's got all these debts to pay off, and his wife takes out this large frying pan-"

"Yes, and that's all really fascinating, but I haven't exactly been able to sit down and watch tv with bounty hunters on my ass all the time." He sighed. "Phoebe? Is she here?"

Leo merely held out the bag to him, not even bothering to alter his position an inch, as he groaned from the effort. "Want some?"

"What I want...is Phoebe. Is she home?" he tried one more time, as he tried to keep his voice set at a reasonable level, his mouth set in a determined line, roughly crossing his arms over his chest.

"Patience is a virtue, you know," Leo mumbled, before reaching over to grab a can of soda on the coffee table.

"Yeah, and being vanquished into a pile of ashes on the spot, is not," Cole responded, clearly irritated.

"Hey, that rhymes," he drawled dreamily, as he offered a short laugh, his frame of vision shooting back to the tv.

"Have the Elders informed you of anything that might be out of the-"

"I wouldn't know," he cut him off, reaching out to take a long sip.

"Alright," he offered, taking a deep breath, putting a hand quietly against the block of wood carved neatly into the frame, his suspicions of uncertainty growing. "What's going on? I mean, did you know the door was wide open when I came in? That anyone could have gotten in at any time?"

"Wish I could tell you, but I only made it up there halfway before I got too tired. But I'm rebuilding my strength again so don't worry. Figure I should be able to contact them in...oh, say....a few days or two?"

"Hey!" a miserable tone echoed, entirely coated with a profound sense of gluttony, as Piper Halliwell entered the room. A tight expression of anger settled upon her pretty face, as she immediately snatched the remote from her husband with a sudden eagerness, instantly flipping the channel he had on. Another one took its place without hesitation, focusing itself on the Home Shopping Network, where a woman was talking about a very beautiful necklace drowning in a bright shade of silver, the coating on it sparkling with a wide array of interest, as she held it up to examine in her hands, her speech muffled a bit, as The Charmed One cut the volume, a pen and paper refusing to budge from her grasp. "This is a limited time only deal, buddy, out of the way."

"I was watching that!" Leo cried out, as he fought to pry her fingers off of the device, stopping after only a few seconds, as he fell back to the sofa with a clear groan. "This isn't fair, Piper. We're supposed to share."

"Oh, and I suppose you'd really know a lot about sharing, wouldn't you? Letting my own sister seduce you right in our living room," she snapped, as her fingers rapidly continued to jot down the information before her, her expression now a mass of tangles. "Back off, Leo. It's my turn now."

"Wait. What?" Cole uttered, his handsome face an entire mass of shock, as her comment sent him reeling.

"Yes. By all means, Leo, why don't you tell him about it? I'm sure he'd really love to hear it."

"Phoebe came onto you?" he countered.

Leo shrugged. "Only for a little bit."

"Oh, you're almost out of chips, aren't you?" she asked then, concern suddenly washing over her, as she glanced briefly at the contents in his hands. "Don't worry, I'll be right back!"

"Okay, do you think you could tell me what's going on, now?" Cole pleaded, as he shot the whitelighter a fairly angry glare, fighting to keep himself under control, as he calmly gestured to him.

Leo yawned. "Did you know that demons might come looking for you? I don't think it's safe for you to be here."

Cole only rolled his eyes, offering a slight sigh. "Yeah. I figured as much."

"Honey, did you go to Tibet for those chips?!"

"Who are all the flowers from?"

"Huh?"

"The flowers? All over the table? They're...kind of hard to miss."

"Yeah. She bought them for herself."

"I'm sorry?"

"Piper got them for herself," he added, like it was the most obvious thing. "She's-"

"Glutton for punishment?" Cole suggested dryly, as he slung his hands across his hips. "That's a hell of a lot of cash to spend so quickly."

"You're telling me," he scoffed indifferently. He then thought better of himself, his features immediately altering. "Okay, now wait just a minute. I am also not going to have you insulting my wife, just because she feels a strong need to indulge. It's been-"

"Exactly forty-five minutes since I've ordered myself a new dress," Piper commented, as she briskly entered the room once again, handing her husband a bowl of Lays. "Do you think the necklace would be too much?"

"I wanted another bag," he mumbled sadly, much to her dismay. "Don't like the bowls."

"Necklace?" Cole questioned.

"On the tv?" she quipped. "You seem a little out of it. What's wrong with you?"

"Um...me?"

"I have never seen such a beautiful necklace," she continued, ignoring him. "Okay, I want it. Give me the phone, Leo, I'm ready."

"Piper-" Cole tried again.

"Oh, and I need shoes. You can't wear a dress without shoes." She smiled, rapidly punching in the digits, as she carefully fixed her hair into place again. "Yes! Hi...."

"Honey, you're standing in front of the tv," Leo protested, throwing up a hand, as he frowned at her, taking a slight dip into the bowl.

"Leo, be quiet. I am on the phone. This is important."

"So is seeing what's going to happen in the next episode!" he uttered, his eyes widening. "I have to see if they're going to break up or not."

"And if you don't shut up, right now, we're going to be the next couple breaking up," she snapped. "Yeah. Sorry. My husband. He so doesn't deserve me. Yep. I'm more of a high maintenance sort of gal. Oh, what's that? Oooo, a bracelet too? Throw her in there! I'll take it."

"She never listens to me," he mumbled thoughtfully.

"Alright. You know what? I'm going upstairs," he finally sided, brushing past her, as she mumbled a series of words into the receiver, her voice becoming muffled, as he began to climb his way up.

"Phoebe?"

"Cole, is that you?"

"Yeah. Where are you?"

"Bedroom!" she called back. "Wasn't expecting you so soon!"

"Soon? I...didn't think you were expecting me at all," he whispered to himself, as he came upon the closed door, his hand trying the knob, as it fell open without a struggle for him, her back towards him, as she fished through her closet with great curiosity, finally yanking out a surprisingly revealing number, as she turned to face him, a big smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "At least not...for awhile...anyway."

"Hi, sweetheart. What kept you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said, what kept you?" she repeated, her smile plastered into place, as she held out the piece of night apparel, the spaghetti straps sliding through her fingers, as she observed the length with her own eyes, something in them brightening, as she gazed at him again, the thin material shifting slightly from a faint breeze. "What do you think? I got it especially for you."

"I...." He was at a loss, and he knew it. He had never seen her so thrilled to be in his presence before, and quite frankly, it was starting to frighten him a little more than he liked.

"Cole," she squealed seductively, her eyes completely aglow now. "Isn't it just so me?"

"I'm not sure I'd go that far just yet. Look, I hate to get off the subject here, but I think we've got a problem on our hands downstairs."

"Problem?" she returned, scrunching up her nose. "What kind of problem?"

"Piper...Leo....they've all gone nuts, and I was just caught in the middle of it." he sighed. "Your sister's going crazy on the Home Shopping channel, and her husband has a rather strange fetish for potato chips. You do the math."

"Is that like a trick question or something?"

"What?"

"Is there supposed to be something wrong with those things?"

"Phoebe, are you even listening to me?"

"No," she pondered a moment, her face lifting itself into an even wider smile. "But I am imagining how you would look without any clothes on right now. Come to think of it, it's a pretty nice visual."

He laughed softly, nervously, as he took a step back, nearly tripping over a pile of clothes stacked haphazardly behind him, as he quickly put out a hand. "We need to focus here."

"Oh," she whispered, gushing. "I'm focusing just fine, thank you."

"Piper has already-"

"I don't care about Piper right now," she continued, moving closer, as she absentmindedly tossed her nightgown on the bed, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, as she excitedly bit her lower lip, her eyes following his every move.

"I can't stay long," he insisted. "I just wanted you to know I was okay, and then-"

"Piper told you I hit on Leo, didn't she?" she mumbled then, as she sat back on her heel a moment, her visage somewhat falling, as she studied him long and hard. "That's why you're behaving like this, aren't you? You're upset. I hate to see my Cole all upset."

"Yeah, but judging by what I've already witnessed down there, I don't really think that's going to be an issue, let alone the half of it."

"I didn't mean any of it," she told him. "You're the only one I really wanted...I mean....want...nothing is going to come between that."

"And you don't have to bother explaining anymore, okay? I get it. Really."

"But you still seem so unsure. Mmmm...let me try and make it up to you," she offered for the second time, as she inched her way over to him, throwing her hands upon his chest, as she stood on tip-toe, their faces nearly touching. "I promise I'll be gentle."

"That's....not what I'm concerned about, actually," he sided, gingerly pulling her arms away, distancing himself from her rather reluctantly, raising his eyebrows, as he chuckled to himself, his head nodding ever so briefly. "Because you're the one under some kind of spell."

"I am not," she struck out defiantly, as she grew entirely serious, running a hand quickly through her curled hair, hands falling to her hips.

"Yes. You are," he concluded. "The only other time you threw yourself at me this way, was when I still wanted to kill you. Now I don't know if that's speaking volumes to you, but it's definitely speaking volumes to me."

"Not the best memory in the world," she muttered, as she shrugged, throwing herself down upon the sheets, staring up at him rather curiously.

"No, but this time I know it's not genuine, okay?"

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. But as soon as I can find Prue, we're going to sort this out, and then-"

"Good luck," she countered, rolling her eyes. "Because as it so happens, Miss Prue seems to be on a strong egocentric kick this afternoon."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"No?" she whispered, her hands finding the buttons of her shirt, as she slowly began to undo a few at the top, her expression once again turning giddy with a profound dose of happiness. "Actually, the stubbornness kind of turns me on."

Unable to resist, he couldn't help his eyes from roaming to the blouse, reluctantly becoming distracted by the one thing he'd wanted to prevent. "Alright, you know what? You are going to come downstairs with me right now, and we are going to solve this together."

"But you said you don't have much time," she reminded him. "And that said....I firmly believe we could solve it better in the bed together."

"Yes, well, I changed my mind." He stopped himself. "I...I mean not about the- geez, I'm getting myself in really deep here."

"You're even more sexy when you're angry, did you know that?"

"Lust," he murmured.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"There is something wrong with all of you, and though I can't exactly- whatever you're feeling, it's lust. If you were entirely yourself, you wouldn't be coming onto me when a demon could rip out my throat out at any moment."

"There are demons after you?"

"Look, it's not logical, alright?"

"And you have the most intense eyes, you know that?"

"Yep, just what I thought. You're consumed by lust. It's only among the seven deadly sins of the world, and if we don't fix this now...there isn't going to be a whole lot of you left."

"But can't we have a little fun first?" she pleaded, her lips forming a slight pout.

"No, and as far as I can tell, Prue might be the only sane one left in this house."

"Prue's always a little bitch though, so what's her excuse?"

"Do you have any idea of the complications this could form with your whitelighter sleeping on the job? He's barely able to move around down there. As I said before, this could prove to be a very big problem. Isn't that registering anything with you? Anything at all?"

"Yeah...it means he's probably in even bigger trouble with the Elders," she confirmed, nodding. "But how is that of any consequence to me?"

"Nevermind. We're going. Now."

On an impulse, she pulled him close to her, softly pressing her lips over his, as she more than just grazed the surface, her touch warm and calm against him, as she threw her arms casually around his neck. Cole responded, despite everything he intended to do to fight it, having missed her dearly while he'd been away, his feelings struggling with great measure, as he fell into step right along with her, agreeing to her action wholeheartedly. She sighed rather dreamily, as she drew back, her eyes completely glazed. "You're a really great kisser, do you know that?"

"And you are suddenly a hell of a lot more romantic when you're possessed," he whispered, recalling the events of the high priestess in the not too distant past, as he formed a playful half smile, carefully tucking her wandering hands to her chest, as he shook his head.

"Actually, given the circumstances, I think even Leo found me irresistible today," she murmured.

"Okay, please tell me you didn't just say that outloud."

"What's that?"

"I'm not hearing this," he mumbled, as his gorgeous profile lapsed into a slightly annoyed state- knowing all too well he could never stay mad at her this long. "Move it, Miss Halliwell."

"Does this mean you're really finished with me now?"

"Just until the spell wears off."

She grinned. "Oh good."

"On second thought...."

"Yes?"

"You are strangely vulnerable right now, aren't you?"

She giggled. "More than you know."

"Mmmm. In that case, I think I'd better carry you."

"Wha-" she started, her words slowing to a sudden halt, as he easily drew her up into his strong arms, her lips lingering close to his neck, as she tickled him slightly with her warm breath, her left hand settling on the one he'd held behind her back, securing her from the fall. "My knight in shining armor," she drawled, her eyes starting to shut in a rather hazy state.

"I'm going to hold you to that when this is over," he warned her, smiling, as he threw out a foot to kick her bedroom door shut behind him.

The End