South Attic, Wednesday morning after Sociology

[demonbelthazor]

Cole didn't linger after Sociology; he headed immediately for the attic, pacing as he waited for Phoebe. The demonic kittens were curled on the couch, watching him through half-closed eyes. The contract Phoebe had signed with Crowley lay on the coffee table in front of the couch. He'd destroy it in front of her and let her be done with this nonsense about marrying Crowley.

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[sensethevisions]

"Niether do I." Phoebe took his face in her hands. "Let me do some investigating. Let me talk to a few people about the Source. There has to be something that can be done besides Angelus."

[demonbelthazor]

He shrugged. "Go ahead. But you won't find anything."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had tears in her eyes again. "I won't let you die without a fight, Cole," she said softly.

[demonbelthazor]

"It's not a fight you can win, love," Cole said gently. "Those three demons you faced before...they were nothing compared to the Source."

[sensethevisions]

"Don't give up on me, Cole," she whispered softly. "I will figure something out, I have to. I can't ... I can't not do something. You're my soul."

[demonbelthazor]

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