demonbelthazor | Confronting the Source

Damn the fireballs and full speed ahead, Wilson crossed towards Phoebe.

"He gave you no choice." Wilson said with threads of anger, anger directed at the Source, not Phoebe, in his tone. "A choice implies a clear picture of your options. What he did was manipulate the facade of the soul you love."

Stopping short of Phoebe, Wilson looked her straight in the eye.

"Cole might be many things, Phoebe...young, reckless, arrogant, occasionally denser than a post but he loves you and he would never manipulate you. Phoebe, please...if we can see that the being you are here with is not Bel, is not Cole...if we can see and believe and forgive...why can't you?"

Pointing towards the Source, Wilson said in a firm tone. "That.Is.Not.Cole. If there is anything of Cole left he is dying in that thing."

"He'd never want to see you this way," Anders added, once he'd gotten control of his voice again. "And if you wanted to hurt or kill me for what I did, what does that make me, for doing what I did even though I knew it would hurt you? Doing a few bad things because -- because you're hurt or upset doesn't make you evil. It makes you human, Phoebe. Just like me. Don't you get it? We've both been getting manipulated here."

Taking a risk, he said, "You want to hurt me? I probably deserve it for what I did. But that doesn't mean you're an evil person. Dammit, Phoebe, he loves you because you're not an evil person. The real Bel wouldn't ever want to see this happen to you. Just like Doctor Wilson said."

Lana couldn't speak. She just stood there crying silently and letting her eyes do all the pleading her voice couldn't manage.

Nodding in complete agreement with everything Anders was saying, Wilson reached his hand out to Phoebe.

"Phoebe, it's time to come home." He said softly.

"Please, Aunt Phoebe," Chris begged. "Don't make me and Wyatt lose our mother again. Save them, save yourself, save Bel."

Phoebe looked at them all and then she nodded, putting her hand in Wilson's as tears slid down her cheeks.

"No," she whispered to Chris. "No one is going to hurt anyone while I'm alive to stop it."

Drawing Phoebe into a gentle, reassuring embrace Wilson gave her hand a squeeze, a silent communication of understanding and the promise to be there for her.

"Your family needs you." He said softly, looking over towards Chris, Lana, Anders and then on to Piper and Paige.

Lana went to Phoebe and put her arms around her. "We all love you," she said. "We're all here for you."

Phoebe hugged James and then when Lana hugged her, she hugged her, too. There was a great deal that she wanted to say, but right now the words weren't exactly coming forth. She swallowed and looked over to where The Source -- NOT Cole -- The Source was calling her for help.

She took a shuddering breath. "I... I have work to do," she said faintly.

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