Post by oceangirl122 on Jul 28, 2010 21:57:12 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Cole Turner sat in his high-rise office. He was feeling bored. Something he rarely experienced. He hated feeling those petty and weak human emotions, though at this very moment, he knew he was submitting to being "weak". He drummed his fingers on his laptop keyboard. He mindlessly surfed the internet. Checking out websites that were only moderately interesting. After a few minutes of this, he slammed the computer screen shot and took a big breath.
He spun his chair around to face his big window that overlooked the whole of San Francisco. He had a perfect view of the sprawling city: He could see the Bay bridge, the blue skyline, the Golden Gate Bridge. He could see it all. His eyes fell unwillingly, like they were trying to torture him, on a picture of his soon to be ex-wife, Phoebe Halliwell. He sighed. She was the reason for this mood Cole was in. Because underneath his feelings of being bored, lurked deep, deep sadness.
He had met Phoebe after the Source had appointed him to get close to and kill the Charmed Ones. Cole ad gone into the plan whole-heartedly, but he had not expected to fall in love. He had broken the forbidden rule and as a result, had several demonic bounty hunters on his tail. He and Phoebe loved each other, they had gotten married, they had been planning a future together, and then it happened: He had unwillingly become the Source after the power was released into him. Phoebe, of course, had left him, divorced him even.
He hadn't wanted to become the Source. It had happened. He wanted to make her see reason, he thought. His jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. His fingers lingered over the phone on his desk. What would he say? what could he say that? Phoebe was so right and so selfless and so pure, that he doubted she would listen to anything he had to say.
"Damn it," he muttered to himself.
He got up and paced the room. He stopped by his office door and locked it and then went back to his desk. He picked up the phone and dialed her number within seconds.
He waited, barely breathing while the annoying dial tone sounded. "Hi, this Phoebe, you know what to do," her voice recording came on.
"Yeah, uh, Phoebe, it's Cole. Listen, I think we need to talk. Just you and I. I think we have a lot to discuss and I'm hoping you'll hear me out. Call me. By."
That sounded good. That sounded casual, yet serious at the same time. The final divorce papers were coming through in barely a week and he hoped he could make her see reason. He didn't think he would sign those papers if he couldn't. He didn't want a battle with her, but he also couldn't face losing her forever....
Cole Turner sat in his high-rise office. He was feeling bored. Something he rarely experienced. He hated feeling those petty and weak human emotions, though at this very moment, he knew he was submitting to being "weak". He drummed his fingers on his laptop keyboard. He mindlessly surfed the internet. Checking out websites that were only moderately interesting. After a few minutes of this, he slammed the computer screen shot and took a big breath.
He spun his chair around to face his big window that overlooked the whole of San Francisco. He had a perfect view of the sprawling city: He could see the Bay bridge, the blue skyline, the Golden Gate Bridge. He could see it all. His eyes fell unwillingly, like they were trying to torture him, on a picture of his soon to be ex-wife, Phoebe Halliwell. He sighed. She was the reason for this mood Cole was in. Because underneath his feelings of being bored, lurked deep, deep sadness.
He had met Phoebe after the Source had appointed him to get close to and kill the Charmed Ones. Cole ad gone into the plan whole-heartedly, but he had not expected to fall in love. He had broken the forbidden rule and as a result, had several demonic bounty hunters on his tail. He and Phoebe loved each other, they had gotten married, they had been planning a future together, and then it happened: He had unwillingly become the Source after the power was released into him. Phoebe, of course, had left him, divorced him even.
He hadn't wanted to become the Source. It had happened. He wanted to make her see reason, he thought. His jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. His fingers lingered over the phone on his desk. What would he say? what could he say that? Phoebe was so right and so selfless and so pure, that he doubted she would listen to anything he had to say.
"Damn it," he muttered to himself.
He got up and paced the room. He stopped by his office door and locked it and then went back to his desk. He picked up the phone and dialed her number within seconds.
He waited, barely breathing while the annoying dial tone sounded. "Hi, this Phoebe, you know what to do," her voice recording came on.
"Yeah, uh, Phoebe, it's Cole. Listen, I think we need to talk. Just you and I. I think we have a lot to discuss and I'm hoping you'll hear me out. Call me. By."
That sounded good. That sounded casual, yet serious at the same time. The final divorce papers were coming through in barely a week and he hoped he could make her see reason. He didn't think he would sign those papers if he couldn't. He didn't want a battle with her, but he also couldn't face losing her forever....