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A/N: We've skipped ahead several years here. Faith is 21 and is hanging with the Charmed Ones. She used to have a relationship with Chase Davenport, but he broke her heart. She has also met her cousins and has reached full potential, hence the change in hair color. Now she's fallen for the witch-lighter from the future. Set before Chris Crossed.
Faith busily set about helping Piper at P3. With Leo Up There all the time, she had a lot to juggle, what with demons and Wyatt. So she felt it only fair to help out by washing dishes and checking stock.
Then Chris came out of the backroom. Chris was the manipulative, annoying, neurotic witch-lighter from the future. And Faith had fallen very much in love with him, however much she didn't want to. He had longish brown hair and vibrant green eyes. As of right now, she was the only one who knew he was a witch-lighter.
"Hey, Chris!" Faith called.
Chris somberly turned 'round to look who'd called his name. "Oh, hi Faith." He was about to orb out when she teleported in front of him and stopped his orbs.
"Woah," she grinned. "What's this, you fifth demon today?"
"Sixth," he mumbled, trying to get past her.
"Okay, you need a break," Faith insisted, and pushed him down onto a bar stool and began rumaging around behind the bar. "So, what demon were you planning to go after?"
"This was really more of a recon mission," Chris explained. "But, well no one really knows his demon name, but in the mortal world, he goes by Sam."
Faith blanched as she swept her dark hair over her shoulder. "Oh?"
"Yeah, but in the book I read, it said that only his most powerful daughter could defeat him," Chris continued, oblivious to Faith's discomfort.
"So not even the Power of Three could vanquish him?" Faith inquired, sliding one of her special smoothies over to him.
"What's in it?" Chris asked curiously.
"Uh, strawberries, bananas and Red Bull," Faith grinned.
"Nice," he smiled. "Anyway," Chris continued sipping the drink. "We might be able to contain him." Faith only nodded. Chris drained the glass, then stood.
"I've got to run," he said. "Catch you later."
"Wait!" Faith called, as he began to orb. Chris stopped mid orb.
"Yes?"
"How about a break this Saturday?" Faith suggested. "There's a free beachside concert and there's a half-priced rollerblading sesh. Plus, Piper's club will be open so afterwards, we can go there and grab a couple drinks."
"Sure," Chris agreed. "I'll be there." He orbed away.
Faith's sixteen year old cousin, Jughead came in from the supply closet. "He's lying isn't he?"
"You're the empath in the family, you tell me," Faith grinned. "But he's way too easy to read. But he'll take that day off whether he likes it or not."
Chris hurried through the Underworld, following the directions his demonic contact had given him. The way there had been pleasnatly unobstructed, leaving his supply of vanquishing potions untouched.
Finally, he came upon a lavishly decorated demon lair. A demon, cloaked in black sat on a stone throne in the center of the room. Only a few demons were present. Chris listened closely.
"Master Shalvethech," a lower level demon bowed before the cloaked figure. "There has not been a Source in quite a while. Perhaps-"
"We have been over this," Shalvethech said quietly. "I have no intrest in being the Source, nor hunting witches. My desire, is to see my family whole and happy again."