Chapter 1

"You idiot, what the hell were you thinking?"

Chris just let out a slightly bitter sounding laugh and looked up at the darkly dressed man who stood over him looking down, golden blond curls hanging in his face as he scowled at the younger man.

"I wasn't thinking... I was acting," Chris replied, not moving his hands from where they were pressed to the jagged gashes that ran across his stomach, his shredded shirt soaked in both his blood and what he assumed to be some form of poison from when the demon had surprised him.

He tensed momentarily as the older man crouched next to him, reaching out a hand to pry his blood covered hands from his stomach, not even bothering to show any gentleness as he grabbed Chris's wrists, "let me see."

"It's fine Wyatt... just a scratch," the brunette winced as his hands were pried from the wound, the blonde scowling at the gouges as he lifted the shredded fabric to get a better look.

"You really have a death wish don't you?" Wyatt turned his attention from the bloody mess to Chris's face.

Chris said nothing, simply pushing himself up slightly and biting his lip as pain lanced through his stomach and chest and the room spun, "...shit."

"You've been poisoned," Wyatt lifted a few shreds of red and sickly green stained shirt with a finger as if to prove a point.

"No, really?" Chris retorted, one hand pressed to his stomach, the other braced against the floor leaving a bloody smudge, "I didn't notice."

"Watch your tone," Wyatt warned, raising a hand in a threatening gesture before he reached out and put a hand on the Chris's shoulder, "I'll orb us back to the manor and find something to treat the poison."

"And if you can't?"

The blonde witch said nothing, leaving the question hanging in the air as he orbed them out.

Chris woke up with a jerk, his breath coming in unneeded gasps as his sleep blurred eyes slowly focused on the sound tiles that made up the ceiling of his closet-turned-bedroom at the local club P3, his mind slowly unfogging as he became more alert.

Which wouldn't have been such a bad thing if it wasn't for the nauseating pain that was lancing through his torso.

Rolling onto his side with a groan, he slowly pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around them as he curled into a ball, eyes squeezed shut in an effort to block out the pain, wishing at that moment that he had actually been sleeping on a bed and not an old couch.

Wyatt hadn't managed to rid the poison from his body, he'd only manage to suppress it using a spell and a potion which he forced Chris to drink every two months when the poison resurfaced its ugly head.

Unfortunately, Chris realized as he pushed himself up when the jingle sounded in his head to let him know one of the sisters was calling him, his two months were up...

And he didn't have any of the potion, seeing as Wyatt was the only one who knew how to make it.

Chris swallowed as he slowly forced himself to stand, only to collapse back onto the couch again, his arm wrapped tightly around his stomach.

'How am I gonna be able to help them when I'm like this?'

Taking a deep, steadying breath, he stood again, trying to force the pain to the back of his mind as the jingle in his head went off again. Sighing, Chris half stumbled over to the table against the wall and dug through the mess of dirty clothes and papers until he found the half empty bottle of aspirin under some dirty shirts.

He dry swallowed two before jamming the lid back on and shoving the small bottle in the pocket of his sweat pants, pausing a moment to breathe, hands braced on the edge of the desktop, hoping the pills would be able to take the edge off the pain.

"What, are you ignoring us now?"

Chris turned around, leaning against the desk as he looked the woman who now stood at the other side of the room, dressed in black jeans and a green t-shirt, her arms folded and eyebrows raised as she no doubtingly waited for a witty reply.

"No Paige, I just woke up... give a guy a chance to wake up would ya?" Chris replied, glad that he was able to keep his voice steady as he turned back around and started to go through his clothes, trying to find something that still smelled good enough to put on.

"Sorry," the red-head replied, actually sounding slightly apologetic as she stuck her thumbs in her jean pockets, "I was sure you'd be up by now considering it's almost noon."

"Yeah well..." Chris trailed off, giving up his quest to find a good shirt, "what was Phoebe calling me about?"

"There was a demon attack at a street fair about an hour ago," Paige walked over and started rummaging through the clothes pile with a slightly wrinkled nose as the young White-lighter sunk back down on the sofa scrubbing at his face, "no one was hurt and most people were saying it was just a bunch of bratty teenagers looking to cause some trouble.

"And you're sure it wasn't?"

Chris clumsily caught the pair of jeans Paige tossed at him, wincing from the sudden movement.

"You okay?" Paige ignored his question and raised an eyebrow slightly, hands on her hips.

"I'm fine, just a bit of a headache," Chris lied, starting to pull his shirt off as carefully as possible before he paused and turned back to the witch, "you mind going while I get changed? I don't need a babysitter."

"Oh, right, yeah," Paige nodded before looking at him again and tilting her head slightly, "you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine Paige, go home and tell your sisters I'll be there in a few minutes," Chris assured, starting to find it harder to mask the pain which was now throwing red hot needles at the insides of his ribs, quickly cutting the red-headed witch off as she opened her mouth to speak, "go!"

Paige gave him her best sneering expression before orbing out back to the manor muttering something under her breath.

Chris waited until the orbs had vanished into the ceiling before he allowed himself to slowly slide off the couch and curl up again, this time on the floor, biting his lip so hard he was pretty sure he could taste copper, and finding himself still clutching the jeans Paige had thrown to him, one thought running blindly through his head...

How the hell was he going to hide this from the sisters?

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So... this is the first thing I've written in months xD started watching Charmed again with my sister and was like OMG! I'm gonna write a Charmed story!

So here it is :) Chapter one

Also, this takes place BEFORE they learn Chris's true Halliwell identity and still think that evils gonna get Wyatt and not that Wyatt's gonna be evil :D

Ummmm... please excuse any spelling errors xD if there's any like, epic sentence fails, please message me... as i had a stupid-ass headache when i wrote this... well, half of it

Hope you liked it so far xD (psssssssssst: reviews are loved :D)