This is a shortie. I was trying to work on SHIMMER, but Phoebe and Cole were being too stubborn for their own good, so I took a break and wrote this little ditty. Takes place before Death Takes a Halliwell.
"Cole?" Phoebe called out, coming into the mausoleum. "You there?"
"I'm here," Cole said, shimmering in beside her. "Are you - " he stopped suddenly and stared at his girlfriend. "What happened to your hair?" he demanded.
Phoebe raised one hand to her hair and she seemed pleased that he had noticed. "Do you like it?' she asked, smiling.
"It's different," Cole said.
Phoebe frowned. "Good different or bad different."
"Different different," answered Cole, who hadn't picked up on the warning signals.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Phoebe asked and there was a definite edge to her voice this time that even Cole could not miss.
His eyes widened slightly and he unconsciously took half a step back. "Good," he answered quickly.
"So you like it?" Phoebe asked cheerfully, angelic once again.
"It's nice," Cole said without any hesitation.
"Nice?" Phoebe arched her eyebrows.
"It looks great," Cole modified.
"Thanks," Phoebe said brightly. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek. Then, with a bounce in her step, she led the way out of the mausoleum.
There were times, Cole reflected as he followed Phoebe, when witch or no witch, a girl could be much more of a threat to her boyfriend than any demon ever could.