44 Blueberry Hill, Sunday Morning

[carpe_demon]

Drake had been holed up in the guest bedroom for the past two days, doing paperwork and working on his course outline. In other words, the part of the job he hated. Conveniently, any time he'd left the room he hadn't run into Phoebe or Sam, and just as conveniently, Cole had forgotten to tell them about the demon in the guest room

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[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was coming down from the attic where she had been doing some research.

When she hit the hallway, she saw the half-naked man in her house -- that wasn't her husband or her boyfriend.

Phoebe screamed to alert Cole and Anders and then got into a fighting stance.

[carpe_demon]

Drake looked around in surprise, and, for lack of any other response, he screamed back at her.

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe looked around fo a weapon. She might be in a little bit of a panic mode due to her fear of anything coming after the baby.

"Cole!" She yelled. "Anders!"

[carpe_demon]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Drake said, holding out his arms. "I'm not going to hurt you. You must be Mrs. Thazor."

[sleepswthdemons]

"I'm Phoebe Halliwell-Turner and you are in the wrong fucking house." She turned her head slightly, trying to keep a handle on her fear. "Cole!"

[carpe_demon]

"You call him Cole?" Drake said. "Awww, that's sweet. He used to smack me when I called him that."

[holdingontolove]

Cole had been outside deciding where the swing set was going to go when he felt Phoebe's fear and heard her cry out. He shimmered upstairs and saw her about to take a swing at Drake. Catching her arm, he pulled her back against him comfortingly. "Drake, what the hell are you doing to my wife?" he demanded.

[carpe_demon]

"Just saying hello and keeping a grip on my towel because I know you're the possessive type?" Drake said.

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was staying close against Cole and she looked from Cole to Drake and then back to Cole. "You know him?"

[holdingontolove]

Before Cole could answer, Sam burst into the hallway.