Sunday Afternoon, Room 412

[demonbelthazor]

Cole and Phoebe lazed about in their room, flipping through syllabi and new textbooks for the new semester's classes. Cole sat on the bed, his back against the wall, while Phoebe lay with her head in his lap, knees bent, a pair of white and black kittens dozing along her side. It was a peaceful scene, and Fandom being Fandom, it wasn't going to last.

The phone rang.

[For crawley_demon]

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe bit her lip, remembering the conversations they had about doing things they knew the other wasn't going to like.

"Is this one of those times I should lie to you because you don't really want to know what I'm doing?"

[demonbelthazor]

He shook his head again. "No. That's if...that's if you're thwarting me and my plans. This is your safety on the line. I don't want you to lie to me now."

[sensethevisions]

The relief in her eyes is plain to see. She doesn't like having to lie to him about anything.

"Will it make you feel better if I talk to Jenny Calendar first?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel frowned at the mention of her name, but the gypsy did have power. "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact I don't want you to see Crowley alone. Nothing will."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe is trying to think.

"I promise that if I can avoid it, I won't go alone. I'll see if Piper or Maia will go with me...will that be okay?" She sighed. "I suppose I *could* ask that Buffy chick."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole nodded. "Just as long as you're not alone. I'd tell you not to go at all but I bet you'll do it anyway." He managed to smile at her.