sleepswthdemons: (Thinking)
Phoebe had a broken wrist...

...and a bag that she was trying to pack things into.

Granted, the packing was going veeeeerrrrry slow as she could only use one hand, but she was still very determined.

She was leaving and quite possibly checking into a hotel or just leaving for awhile.

She hadn't decided.

What she had decided -- because she was soooo good at making decisions right now -- was that she couldn't be at the house right now.

Cole was alive.

Cole was alive, quite possibly possessed and he wanted her to suffer for some wrongs he thought she had done.

He had almost killed Anders.

From the way he was acting, it was quite possible that anyone that came near her or was close to her was going to be a target. Someone she cared about could get hurt or killed just because they were near her or tried to help her.

So... she had decided that she would stay somewhere else until she could free Cole from whatever was possessing him and wanted to hurt her. The real Cole would never have hit her... he never would have hurt her or Anders or anyone else.

Thus packing.

With one hand.

Pity she had left that pesky door open.

[[Open to anyone who wants to knock sense into her, stop her, or the insane!husband if he wants to mess with her.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Too Distressed)
Phoebe had been the world's biggest procrastinator about certain things.

Like, oh, telling Anders that Cole's ghost had paid her a visit and promised her that she would feel every bit of agony he had felt...

...and had grabbed her by the throat, accusing her of lying when she said she loved him.

Now that they had put two and two together and had figured out that her possessive stalker had beaten up Anders because of her, she figured that she really should tell him the truth about the "ghost" and everything he had said.

Cole's ghost hadn't done any physical damage, he had just scared the hell out of --- and devastated her when he believed that she had wanted him to be tortured and in pain. She never would have wanted him hurt and she couldn't believe that he didn't believe her when she told him she had gone to the Wastelands over and over again to find him.

Swallowing past her worry that Anders was going to be mad at her -- like he had every right to be -- Phoebe laid down on the bed next to him. She ran her finger gently over his hand.

"Anders, you awake?"

Sam opened his eyes and blinked at her... )

[[Started through e-mail with [ profile] beenthroughthat and to be finished in the comments. For [ profile] beenthroughthat and [ profile] holdingontolove]]
sleepswthdemons: (Hurts Too Much To Get Up)
After the events of the night, Phoebe hadn't managed to get any rest until Anders had convinced her to take some of the pain medication that the clinic had sent home with her. She might have tried to argue with him, but her physical pain coupled with all of the emotional drain caused her to give in without argument.

She had collapsed into a dreamless sleep and had only woken up once -- late afternoon when Anders left the bed, promising her that he would check in on her later but that he had a few things to do.

Now, though, it was evening and Phoebe was awake and laying on her side, staring at her busted window from the relative comfort of her bed.

Marie had noticed the broken window... )

[[Played via e-mail with [ profile] reformed_rogue and TBC in the comments]]


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Phoebe Halliwell

July 2009



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