Disclaimer: I don't own charmed or any of the characters…what I do own is a broken 't' button so I have to push down like hell to get it working so if I miss a 't' its my lack of income.

A/n: I have a big problem with finishing stories, I write half of them and get bored so yell at me if you would like me to write more. Also I'm once again really sorry, I have the writing talent of an eight year old, actually worse. But when you just have a plot stuck in your head and read all these amazing stories, it makes the creative side leap out at you. Okay sorry I'm on the rant I'll get on with it…

Chris sat in the dingy bar of P3. It was Sunday at four in the morning. Once again a pounding headache had ruined any plans of sleep for the out of place white lighter. He sat there flipping through old photos, well new photos really, non-existent ones at least. Each one showed an arrangement of happy faces, an arrangement of lies. Chris laughed ironically at one picture. It was of Chris, Leo, Piper and Wyatt, smiling out at him. They looked like a nice, big, happy family.

No one would have believed the trauma that went on behind the smiling faces. No one would have believed that the blonde kid with the cheeky smile, who looked not much older than seven, was capable of so much destruction even then. Chris remembered that day, he remembered Wyatt piercing a dagger into his back. He remembered searing pain and then a soothing healing sensation and then pain once again. That was Wyatt's favourite game. Hurting Chris. He did it often, just for fun, just to blow off steam. Sometimes a dagger, once a gun, although that was when he was much older. He loved using bleach as well, he enjoyed watching Chris writhe in agony on the floor, his throat slowly starting to be burnt apart and the quiet pain he saw in his eyes, it was too hard to make a sound. And when he knew Chris was begging for death, he would heal him and start over. He could carry on for hours, all the way through the night, like a constant nightmare.

Sealed wounds reopened and a forgotten pain coursed through Chris. From what was a writhing flame in the wind, a forgotten candle, insignificant enough to light a cave, it became a full-blown explosion of hurt, that spread like forest fire deep into Chris' heart. 'The nightmare will end.' He told himself, 'One day, it will end'.

Closing his box of forgotten faces and lost memories, Chris sunk into his bed, the migraine no better.

Piper trudged down the long, crooked staircase. Only three months pregnant and already it was beginning to show. She entered the kitchen and busied herself with lunch. 'Phoebe and Paige should be back soon' she thought as she chopped cucumber and carrot sticks for Wyatt. Suddenly a flash of white and Paige appeared. 'Hey, lunch ready?' Piper turned to face Paige, 'why is she always so…chipper? How does she do it?'

'Errm yeah I'm on it'

'Good I'm starving, any sign of Phoebe?'

'Not so far but I don't think she'll be long, she doesn't have the power of

quick, easy transportation'

' Ha ha remind me to offer her free rides for her birthday'

'Don't say that you'll be in Tokyo every two minuets'

'Probably, any sign of Chris?'

'No, now that you mention it. He's normally here at the crack of dawn telling us about some dog demon or something, why have you seen one around?'

'No, I was just going to ask him about something'

'

And what might that something be?'

'Well I don't know. Recently all my charges seem to have, become un-sense able…if that makes sense?'

'Hmm that doesn't sound good. Try calling Chris and I'll go get Wyatt fed'.

'Okay' Paige replies, whilst chewing a slice of cucumber.

She finishes off and uses Piper's advice.

'Chris? Chris?? Come on I need you!'

A rush of white orbs suggests the appearance of Chris.

'Finally, what took you so long?' she yells as he materialised before her.

Chris' hair was tousled and un-tidy, dark circles shadow his eyes and he looked completely worn out. 'Long story, what's the problem?' he muttered. Chris would normally sound a bit loader, with his usually hint of irritation incorporated to most of his replies when he's been distracted from something important.

'It looks like I should be asking you the same question, you don't look so good'

'I'm fine, what's wrong?'

'Well have you noticed anything weird with your charges recently, like not being able to here them properly?'

' Yeah, I do sometimes. It's when you put your charges on mute. When you're under stress and you're not in the mood to here them sometimes you can block them out. When you want to here them you have to start clearing your mind and relaxing'

Paige was perplexed, what is the point in being a white lighter if you can just ignore your charges. Switching them off when they need you can cause a lot of trouble. Absorbed in thoughts Paige barely heard Chris' panicked yell.

'Paige behind you!'

She turned and orbed. Paige caught a glimpse of the demon; it was scarlet with pupiless black eyes. In its red, hairy arms it held an acid green and black crossbow complete with a bright yellow arrow.

Seconds after orbing to the side, away from the demons aim she saw the bright arrow sail through the air, straight into Chris' wrist. He didn't fall down, but swayed where he stood. The demon laughed maliciously, until Piper, right on cue blew him to a fiery silence.

A/n: Well that's chapter one of my…not exactly harrowing tale. I hope you like it, and if you do…please review or I'll just forget and do that thing when you not asleep you just thinking episodes of charmed in your head that you have made up yourself but you only sort of think them before you go to sleep. I'm a bit worried everyone's going to laugh and call me a freak now but I hope you enjoyed it!