South Attic, Thursday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Cole sat on the couch, drumming his fingers on its arm. After finding Phoebe in a faint last night when he'd returned from working with Alphonse to use alchemy to try to change Angel's blood, he'd told her to stay in bed today. But, to his complete lack of surprise, when he'd come back from visiting Angel and checking on the blood drive, he'd found her gone.

And the kittens weren't talking.

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[demonbelthazor]

"I can handle her," Cole said gruffly.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe wasn't sure how to respond, but finally, she decided to be honest. "Angel thought he could handle her, too. I just got you back, Cole," she whispered. "I don't want to be... I'm not strong enough to sit by your bedside while others try to save you. If anything happens to you... I'll go after that bitch and any spawn she has myself."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole shook his head. "That's not going to happen, sweetheart," he promised. "For one thing, Angel thought Darla had a soul. I know better. I don't have any plans to run off and confront her, but I do want to find out where she is and see if she's still a danger to him...or you."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe stroked his hair, not knowing if she was comforting herself or him. "Not... not right now, alright? Besides, why should she be a danger to me? She doesn't even know who I am."

[demonbelthazor]

"She's a vampire, you're a witch," he said, squeezing her tightly. "That's what it boils down to. And if she finds out how much you've done to help Angel, she'll be pissed."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe swallowed. She hadn't thought about that. "I can't not do the right thing just because it may put me in danger," she whispered. She may have even sounded convincing. "First thing's first, we get Angel better."

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to scare you," Cole said. "Don't worry. I won't let her or anyone else hurt you. And you're right. We focus on Angel getting better for now."