Spoilers: slight ones up till 'A Wrong Day's Journey Into Right'.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Chapter One: Normalacy At It's Best
"Where are you going?"
Chris turned around, looking his older brother in the eye. He was standing shoulder against the door, head leaning on the frame inquisitively. His mop of blonde hair fell to one side over blue eyes, flashing with a playful amusement and his mouth twisted into a one sided grin. At sixteen, Wyatt Mathew Halliwell was a force to be reckoned without a doubt.
"Out."
"No," the Whitelighter-Witch drawled, narrowing his eyes, "I thought you were putting your coat on to take a bath."
Chris shook his head, and turned back to the mirror, combing his dark brown hair out. Sometimes the mannor just wasn't big enough for two teenage brothers, and at those times, it was usually best to just keep it simple, or a full blown fight can blow up. "I have a study date."
Wyatt exchanged the door for sitting down on the bed, "With who?" he stated, with more than a hint of disbelief.
He coinsidered lying, but didn't want to take the chance of empathy kicking in and him thinking he had something to hide. He simply stated "Bianca."
"Bianca who?" A few moments passed as recognition passed his features, "Bianca, from school, Bianca?!"
"Yeah," he said, putting his books in his school bag, "So?"
"She's too old for you." Wyatt made a face, "Shes too old for me!"
"I'm asking for essay help, Wyatt, not her hand in marriage." Chris rolled his eyes, picking up his bag, and calling down to his mother, "Mom, I'm going!"
Wyatt lifted a hand on to his chest, "What time are you going to be out till?"
Chris just looked at him, "Gee daddy, I promise it'll be before ten. I'd hate for you to ground me."
"Don't tempt me," he said, a familiar smile flitting across his face. "Aunt Phoebe is downstairs. Maybe you can con a lift."
Chris smiled pushing his hand away playfully, and picked up his bag downstairs. He entered the Halliwell kitchen, a well known habitat of one, Piper Halliwell. Tonight was no different. She and younger sister Phoebe were talking, coffee almost spilling as emphatic gestures were made. Chris just poked his head around, "Mom? Did you hear me?"
"What?" Piper said, then blinked, "Oh, your study date!" Chris nodded, "Right, okay, I-" she was starting to look nervously at his Aunt.
"Why don't I run him over?" Phoebe commented, smiling at her youngest nephew.
"What's going on?" Chris asked, looking meaningfully at his mother.
"Why does there have to be something going on?" Phoebe answered.
"Whats going on is," Piper said calmly, "Your mother having a night in with her two sisters, uninterrupted by kids, husbands or crisises."
"Alright," he said, "Then whats that?" He pinted to the boiling pot on the stove.
"Chicken korma." Piper said flatly. "I need something to sustain me while I'm forced through Kill It Before It Dies again. And again." she turned to her sister, ascentuating the words, "And again."
Phoebe hit playfully, "It's a good movie!"
"Um, I don't mean interrupt sisterly bonding, but I said I'd be there by six thirty and it's past six."
Piper grinned and reached over and kissed him on the forehead, "Back by ten, okay?"
Chris groaned, playfully. It usually did the trick.
"Eleven then. No arguements." She grinned, watching as her son and sister go, as she returned the cooking.
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At half past six exactly, Chris walked into San Francisco Main Library. The rows upon rows of books caught his eye as he checked the tables for eighteen year old. He'd been surprised when she'd agreed to help, but was glad of it. Language Arts was not his best subject by a long shot, and a whole essay could well give him a heart attack. He spotted her and made his way over.
"Bianca," he said, "Hi."
She looked up and stood up, pulling her light blue Alice band a little further back. "You're here."
"Kind of looks that way, doesn't it?" he grinned, "I really can't thank you enough for this."
"Oh, well, you did show me where the interesting history stuff was." She gestured to the books he was putting down, "Besides, language isn't that hard, once you know a few little tricks."
He smiled at her, and sat down to work.
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It was past ten when Chris had realised the time. Thanking Bianca for her help, he went to call his mother on the phone and was slightly shocked not to get an answer. Figuring it was still too early for him to be expacted home, his mother was probably wanting an interuption free evening. She had so few of those, he decided just this once to orb back. He knew she didn't think it was the best thing for him to be doing, but still, it gave her a free evening. Maybe he could talk Aunt Paige into saying she orbed him.
Orbing around the block, he could hear sirens in the background. Probably yet another demonic attack, somewhere near. He supposed that would be the end of his mothers free evening. Sighing, he rounded the corner into Prescott Street, looking to see what was going on. Walking up towards his own house, he was stopped by a uniformed officer.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I live in this street," he stated.
"Number?" he asked, all business.
"1329," he said, "Why?"
The guy nodded, then said more quietly, "Come with me please."
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Reveiws are always welcome. First Charmed fic. Hope it's alright.
Next chapter: Shattered
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
- - -
Chapter One: Normalacy At It's Best
"Where are you going?"
Chris turned around, looking his older brother in the eye. He was standing shoulder against the door, head leaning on the frame inquisitively. His mop of blonde hair fell to one side over blue eyes, flashing with a playful amusement and his mouth twisted into a one sided grin. At sixteen, Wyatt Mathew Halliwell was a force to be reckoned without a doubt.
"Out."
"No," the Whitelighter-Witch drawled, narrowing his eyes, "I thought you were putting your coat on to take a bath."
Chris shook his head, and turned back to the mirror, combing his dark brown hair out. Sometimes the mannor just wasn't big enough for two teenage brothers, and at those times, it was usually best to just keep it simple, or a full blown fight can blow up. "I have a study date."
Wyatt exchanged the door for sitting down on the bed, "With who?" he stated, with more than a hint of disbelief.
He coinsidered lying, but didn't want to take the chance of empathy kicking in and him thinking he had something to hide. He simply stated "Bianca."
"Bianca who?" A few moments passed as recognition passed his features, "Bianca, from school, Bianca?!"
"Yeah," he said, putting his books in his school bag, "So?"
"She's too old for you." Wyatt made a face, "Shes too old for me!"
"I'm asking for essay help, Wyatt, not her hand in marriage." Chris rolled his eyes, picking up his bag, and calling down to his mother, "Mom, I'm going!"
Wyatt lifted a hand on to his chest, "What time are you going to be out till?"
Chris just looked at him, "Gee daddy, I promise it'll be before ten. I'd hate for you to ground me."
"Don't tempt me," he said, a familiar smile flitting across his face. "Aunt Phoebe is downstairs. Maybe you can con a lift."
Chris smiled pushing his hand away playfully, and picked up his bag downstairs. He entered the Halliwell kitchen, a well known habitat of one, Piper Halliwell. Tonight was no different. She and younger sister Phoebe were talking, coffee almost spilling as emphatic gestures were made. Chris just poked his head around, "Mom? Did you hear me?"
"What?" Piper said, then blinked, "Oh, your study date!" Chris nodded, "Right, okay, I-" she was starting to look nervously at his Aunt.
"Why don't I run him over?" Phoebe commented, smiling at her youngest nephew.
"What's going on?" Chris asked, looking meaningfully at his mother.
"Why does there have to be something going on?" Phoebe answered.
"Whats going on is," Piper said calmly, "Your mother having a night in with her two sisters, uninterrupted by kids, husbands or crisises."
"Alright," he said, "Then whats that?" He pinted to the boiling pot on the stove.
"Chicken korma." Piper said flatly. "I need something to sustain me while I'm forced through Kill It Before It Dies again. And again." she turned to her sister, ascentuating the words, "And again."
Phoebe hit playfully, "It's a good movie!"
"Um, I don't mean interrupt sisterly bonding, but I said I'd be there by six thirty and it's past six."
Piper grinned and reached over and kissed him on the forehead, "Back by ten, okay?"
Chris groaned, playfully. It usually did the trick.
"Eleven then. No arguements." She grinned, watching as her son and sister go, as she returned the cooking.
---
At half past six exactly, Chris walked into San Francisco Main Library. The rows upon rows of books caught his eye as he checked the tables for eighteen year old. He'd been surprised when she'd agreed to help, but was glad of it. Language Arts was not his best subject by a long shot, and a whole essay could well give him a heart attack. He spotted her and made his way over.
"Bianca," he said, "Hi."
She looked up and stood up, pulling her light blue Alice band a little further back. "You're here."
"Kind of looks that way, doesn't it?" he grinned, "I really can't thank you enough for this."
"Oh, well, you did show me where the interesting history stuff was." She gestured to the books he was putting down, "Besides, language isn't that hard, once you know a few little tricks."
He smiled at her, and sat down to work.
---
It was past ten when Chris had realised the time. Thanking Bianca for her help, he went to call his mother on the phone and was slightly shocked not to get an answer. Figuring it was still too early for him to be expacted home, his mother was probably wanting an interuption free evening. She had so few of those, he decided just this once to orb back. He knew she didn't think it was the best thing for him to be doing, but still, it gave her a free evening. Maybe he could talk Aunt Paige into saying she orbed him.
Orbing around the block, he could hear sirens in the background. Probably yet another demonic attack, somewhere near. He supposed that would be the end of his mothers free evening. Sighing, he rounded the corner into Prescott Street, looking to see what was going on. Walking up towards his own house, he was stopped by a uniformed officer.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I live in this street," he stated.
"Number?" he asked, all business.
"1329," he said, "Why?"
The guy nodded, then said more quietly, "Come with me please."
---
Reveiws are always welcome. First Charmed fic. Hope it's alright.
Next chapter: Shattered