Author's Note: I just revisited Season Four of Charmed, and rather than write a large number of one-shots, I've combined them all in here. I've written the situation in italics for those that aren't as obsessed as me, and don't want to revisit all of the episodes, haha. I will be continuing this for the third season and some of the fifth—just Cole and Phoebe scenes, for right now. No copyright infringement intended, all belongs to CBS Paramount Television.

I don't care how you spin it, Cole and Phoebe were meant to be. After all, it's not Cole's fault that he was taken over by the Source. And the fact that he tried to do everything to stop it shows just how much he loved her.

Enter the Demon

Season Four

When Phoebe and Cole are training in the basement and Cole, while demonstrating a move, ends up sitting on top.

Phoebe knew him all to well. Oh yes; he sorely wanted to be on top. And sooner rather than later, preferably. But he knew—he knew he had to press on, he had to get Phoebe ready. After all, he knew the intensity demons had when it came to targets. And when it came to the Source—no, this wouldn't do. She had to be prepared, she had to be able to protect herself.

Cole had had nightmares. Nightmares he didn't want to see turn into reality.

He couldn't survive without Phoebe. And if he didn't survive, he didn't want Phoebe to follow him, wherever he went. Phoebe was much to good for that, and much to good to be killed by someone like the Source.

He only wanted to protect, to protect as much as he could. He never thought himself the jealous, protective type...but he couldn't help himself.

Despite Phoebe's resistance, he figured if that wasn't an act of love, he didn't know what love was.

Perhaps he was pushing her too hard. But perhaps she wouldn't grow if he didn't. Perhaps he would lose her if he didn't.

Cole takes Phoebe to the south of France for a picnic.

Phoebe felt the shimmer settle around her, and suddenly, they were on a hill overlooking the most beautiful scene she had ever seen. Her jaw dropped in disbelief, and she turned to Cole in amazement. "You're kidding, right?"

Cole chuckled, but instead of answering, he bent down and kissed Phoebe, pulling her closer to him; moaning when Phoebe answered in kind. After a long minute, they pulled apart again, both smiling at each other.

Cole was the first to avert his eyes, gesturing instead to the picnic that lay at their feet. Phoebe looked for the first time, giggling. They sat on thick blanket, Cole reaching into the basket to pull out their dinner. Meanwhile, Phoebe looked around her as the sun began to set, it's rays striking the ocean, orange and purple and soft blue and pink softly spilling across the horizon.

And she decided, right then and there, she always wanted to be here with Cole.

"Are you alright?" Cole asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah. You know what? I love you."

Cole smiled, and winked at her. "Of course. I know that."

"Seriously though. I want it always to be like this...maybe one day we don't always have to run from bounty hunters and demons. I want to be yours, and I want us always to be together."

"Your wish is my command," Cole replied, and he leaned in for another kiss.