The power of three?

"At least you know not to do that again."

Prue quipped, grinning in response to her question.

"At least you know not to do that again."

Damon didn’t leave Piper’s side for the entire time that she was unconscious. He heard her heartbeat stop and felt his own dead heart shatter. The regret was seeping in. Leo hadn’t gotten there in time. A few seconds sooner and maybe, but he’d been too late. The thought crushed the vampire. Piper would be like him now, she wouldn’t be able to stay a witch.

While it was true that she might be in less danger as a former Charmed One, he knew how much being a witch meant to her. He had taken that away from her without even thinking about how selfish he was being. Damon just couldn’t let her die. He didn’t want to let the regret seep in just yet though. Let her come to resent him for the rather rash decision and then maybe he would reconsider.

It was a tense few hours. Damon knew the other sisters would blame him. He blamed himself, convinced that this was somehow his fault. He’d gone through the scenario numerous times in his head, living through what ifs that might have saved Piper’s life.

-

"You did WHAT?"

Prue exclaimed, glaring at him. Piper had let go of his hand the moment he revealed that she had died with his blood in her system. Phoebe instinctively reached for her sister, but Piper shook her head, instinctively moving away from her sisters and Damon to keep some distance from them all.

There were tears in her eyes when she looked up after he uttered her name. Her lower lip trembled as she was fighting hard not to burst into tears right now. Everything seemed heightened, including the emotions she was currently experiencing.

"And if I don't?"

"..."

"...what?"

"What? Are you serious? Right now of all places, you really think it's the time to just blurt something like that out? You fucking-, urghh...."

"Wait, what?"

"...oh."

"Cut the bullshit, what do you really want? Because you should damn well know by now that kind of talk doesn't work on me."

"Excuse me?" *fucking clutching my pearls*

"Oh, no..."

"No, please don't. Please don't do this."

"Please stop saying that."

"Just don't."

slap them.

"I hate you."

"I hate you." (affectionately)

"No you don't. I know you may think you do, but you don't, not really."

"Okay."

"...okay..."

"Oh, okay.... uh.... look, I care about you too, so much, but just not like that. I'm really sorry."

"Alright. Tell me again when you finally mean it."

"Tell me again when we make it out of here alive."

"Ah, sure you do."

"I thought I was always just a friend in your eyes..."

"Since when?"

"I had no idea... why did you never tell me before?"

"I'm sorry, I can't... I want to, but I can't..."

just kiss them instead of finding the words.

kiss them as soon as they confess and thereby shut up whatever else they wanted to say.

"Took you long enough."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Ditto."

"I know."

start tearing up.

start full on crying.

start crying happy tears.

start crying angry/confused/frustrated tears.

"Shut up."

"Shut up." (affectionately)

"Seriously?" (hello early seasons of grey's anatomy with all of the seriously's ♡)

"Say it again."

"Oh my god, it all makes so much sense now!"

start giggling uncontrollably.

start laughing uncontrollably.

@thegreatworkofmagic

Breathing was more just a habit from when Damon had been alive, but that didn’t stop his breath from catching in his throat, his expression more vulnerable than usual. Safe. It was a word he hardly heard and believed even less, but when he was with Piper, he knew that it was true, that she meant it. An uncertain look came across his face and he felt his guard come down a little.

"Magic."

She stated simply, blinking in surprise the moment she heard what he said next.

"Are you sure? Look again, because I don't see anything.."

She told him sincerely as she examined him from head to toe.

"We were all trapped in different illusions."

Damon didn’t leave Piper’s side for the entire time that she was unconscious. He heard her heartbeat stop and felt his own dead heart shatter. The regret was seeping in. Leo hadn’t gotten there in time. A few seconds sooner and maybe, but he’d been too late. The thought crushed the vampire. Piper would be like him now, she wouldn’t be able to stay a witch.

While it was true that she might be in less danger as a former Charmed One, he knew how much being a witch meant to her. He had taken that away from her without even thinking about how selfish he was being. Damon just couldn’t let her die. He didn’t want to let the regret seep in just yet though. Let her come to resent him for the rather rash decision and then maybe he would reconsider.

It was a tense few hours. Damon knew the other sisters would blame him. He blamed himself, convinced that this was somehow his fault. He’d gone through the scenario numerous times in his head, living through what ifs that might have saved Piper’s life.

-

"You're back."

She stated with an absent minded smile. Her expression turned more serious when he mentioned her sisters.

"Are they alright? What happened? I remember a magic blast and then.. Darkness.."

She confessed, frowning a little. She absent mindedly cleared her throat, but it didn't help soothe the ache she was experiencing there.

"I'm really thirsty. But apart from that I'm okay. I think."

“I’m back,” he replied, affirming her words. “Your sisters are fine.” 

The door opened then and the sense of dread that had started to build earlier came back full force. This was Piper. He wouldn’t hide the truth from her.  

It didn’t surprise him when she said she was thirsty. He was familiar enough with the feeling. His first feed had been... no, memory lane was not a trip he was willing to take right now. 

"Took you long enough.."

She observed dryly, to quickly add;

"I'm glad."

She let out a sigh of relief when he mentioned her sisters. So she didn't have to worry about him or her sisters for the time being. Until she knew if they had managed to defeat Shax or not. Raising a hand, she absent mindedly touched her neck, distracted by her thirst. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this thirsty. If ever..

She looked up the moment the door to the basement opened. She smiled when she saw her sisters appear. She scanned them from head to toe. She was about to approach them, but she didn't when she heard what he said next.

Worried, she turned her attention back towards Damon. Instinctively reaching out a hand, she grabbed hold of his. To give his hand a reassuring squeeze. Whatever it was, she was sure that they'd be able to face this together. To abruptly turn her head when she smelled something that made her mouth water, what was that? And that sound.. it was almost as if she could hear her sister's hearts beating. But that was impossible..