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Assistants Lounge -- Friday, February 10

With only one class on Friday, Bel opened up the Assistants Lounge and settled in for a relaxing day of reading up on Japanese weddings.

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"Yeah, I did and I do," she said softly. "That has never made me love you any less. But I can't put my happiness above the lives of the people you are determined to have killed."

Phoebe laid a hand against his afce. "I wouldn't be the person you love if I did that."

"So what now?" Cole said miserably. "What are we supposed to do?"

Phoebe stroked his face. "Do you believe that I love you?"

"Yeah..." he said, nodding.

"And you love me, no matter what we have to do?"

He nodded again. "You know that."

Phoebe nodded. "Alright. First you need to accept that I need to work some things out and figure out what I need to do, Cole. First, you come with me to Camulus' party tonight - or to Carita's with Lana and I. I need to be at the hotel party with Crowley on Monday night, but on Valentine's Day..." There was a question in her eyes.

"Have you told Crowley about us?" Bel asked sullenly. He sighed. "Can we still do Valentine's Day then?"

"I haven't had a chance to, but I doubt he'll be upset or anything. He told me that he wasn't going to try to keep me from you. As long as I honour my vow, if you and I do get back together, it's fine with him."

She nodded at him. "I'd like that," she said softly.

"I won't share you with him," Cole growled.

Phoebe shook her head, biting back her temper. "Do I really need to say anything, Cole? You made a promise. I made a promise."

"I'm going to find a way out of that contract if it kills me," Cole said.

Phoebe shook her head. "No, you won't. This is my responsibility, not yours."

"We'll see," Cole grumbled, crossing his arms.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes at this. "Cole, please, don't make me play dirty when it comes to this."

"You can try," Cole said, unable to help but be amused. "Hello, demon."

Phoebe gave a dark smile. "Hello, Phoebe, stubborn witch." Her eyes were pained and she made a quick decision. He was going to hate her, but damn it, her word meant something, too. "You try to take my free will and my responsibility to deal with this... and I'll do something that both of us will regret."

"Fine. Whatever. I guess I just shouldn't care then," Bel snapped.

"At least my promise doesn't end with several people dead!" she snapped back, pissed because tears were in her eyes over this.

"You don't know that for sure," Cole said. "And this is different."

"Yes, yes I do." She shook her head. "How is this different?"

"I'm not marrying Angelus."

"Thank god you didn't make that promise to him," Phoebe said, dropping her head. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She went to reach for him and then dropped her hand. "We should get to class," she said sadly.

Cole closed his eyes and nodded. He held out his hand, waiting.

Phoebe took his hand and squeezed it.

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