Yes, finally. Alibi is finally up. I'm sorry for the wait. I tried to do NaNoWriMo...and that failed. But, don't worry, expect a lot of work from me! I'll be working on this, two rewrites (Bound by Duty (Now called Hero of War) and Kings and Queens (Now call Aiax)), and Legacy (The extended version of From Yesterday/ the Harry Potter/Charmed crossover).

Also, I recently added a new tumblr blog solely for my writing. The URL is my homepage, but I will post it here too : charmedsecondswriting(dot)tumblr(dot)com

I will post links to other work and give you updates on my writing :D. You can also send me comments and questions through there too.

Again, sorry for the wait. And I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Alibi!

Chapter One : Coeptus Superus (Last Beginning)

Chris sighed and ran a hand through his black and red hair. He looked out the window, the dark scenery flashing by as they made their way to their last destination on the trip before heading over to Europe for a few festivals. It was just a small festival in New York that would take barely a day before they would head overseas for Rock A.M and Pinkpop. Then after that, Pariah would find them back in L.A recording their newest album.

The singer glanced at his laptop and frowned. The Youtube homepage blared back at him; tempting him. His gaze shifted to the small USB drive that was in his hand. On it was the unedited version of 'A Beautiful Lie' and he was starving to expose it to the world. However, part of him knew that if he did, he and Tyler would find them in a pile of trouble that he wasn't sure he wanted to unleash right now.

When he talked to the CEO earlier, the man stressed that he couldn't allow such things on the television. "It would be bad for business," he told Chris. Chris snorted. He couldn't believe that they could have half-naked women on screen but not two men in the sleeping in the same bed. Briefly he wondered if Tyler would have any apprehension to uploading their version on Youtube, but he had a feeling that the red-head would be right on board. The twenty-one-year-old nibbled on his bottom lip as he pondered. He felt that if he upload it, he would be standing for what was right. There was nothing wrong with the video. He and Tyler didn't make out or do anything remotely sexual within the music video, so why would Virgin edit out the so-called 'sexual parts'. Chris didn't realize that two men lying in bed together would warrant expulsion of a scene.

Exhaling heavily, Chris slid closer to his computer. He plugged in the USB plug and waited for it to register. As soon as he did, he quickly made a username and then uploaded the video onto the website. A few minutes later, he eased the laptop shut and let out a deep breath. He just started a war between Virgin and Pariah and he silently wondered who would be the victor and if he was doing the right thing.

He yawned as he put his computer on the table. He glanced at the clock and frowned when he saw it was three in the morning. Stretching, Chris stood from the booth and headed back to the bunks. He smiled when he saw that Tyler was sleeping next to the wall, leaving a space for him. Sliding into the small space, Chris laid his head on his lover's chest.

"Finally here?" came a half-muttered greeting.

"Sorry, got caught up with something," whispered Chris.

Tyler looked down, "With what?"

"I just uploaded the unedited version of A Beautiful Lie onto Youtube," answered Chris.

Tyler blinked before looking at Chris with shock, "You did?"

"Yeah."

Tyler smiled as he clutched Chris closer, "Good. Now people will actually see that I was in the video."

"Yeah, but Virgin isn't going to like this," reasoned Chris.

"Well, Virgin can do jump off a cliff for all I care," responded Tyler, "We did nothing wrong in that video."

"They won't see it that way," replied Chris, "They're gonna fight back."

"And we'll do the same,"

Chris nodded and closed his eyes, the lids too heavy to keep up. "We'll find out."

Tyler rubbed Chris's back, "Yeah." He said softly before pecking Chris's forehead. Nuzzling his nose into Chris's hair, the half-demon smiled softly as he drifted back to sleep.

Chris sighed as he heard Zach rant about all the horrific things that could happen due to Chris uploading the unedited version online the next morning. "Zach," he heard Tyler said, grabbing the drummer's forearms, "Calm down."

"Calm down?" screeched the British man, "You want me to calm down? How the bloody hell am I supposed to calm down when…when your lover is probably gonna send us to hell?"

"I didn't send us to hell," Chris snapped, "I did what was right."

Zach sighed, "I know mate. It's just…you probably opened something that didn't need to be open right now."

Chris shrugged, "We'll deal with it when it comes,"

"But, we don't know what we're starting," stressed Zach, "I mean, I'm all up for fighting for what's right. It was an insane, idiotic thing that they did to you guys, but can we really handle what this could do?"

Chris frowned, "I believe we can."

"I hope you're right Chris," Zach said before reaching forward and hugging the vocalist, "But, even if you're not, I'm with both of you until the ship sinks."

"What about afterwards?" Tyler joked.

Zach shrugged, "We'll be dead anyways, probably in Hell too." He added with a chuckle.

"At least it's warm there" Chris remarked with a laugh.

Tyler smirked and laid an arm around Chris's shoulders, "Maybe you should tell him your other idea?"

"What other idea?" Zach asked, his eyes wide and looking between the two smirking men.

Chris grinned mischievously, "Do you have any plans for New Year's Eve?"

The bus pulled to a stop just outside of New York at a bus stop. Pariah and Violet trudged out of their bus and stretched. Chris yawned and looked around as his family slowly crawled out of their buses. "We should probably drain the bus," Zach muttered, walking back into the bus for a few seconds to suggest it to the driver.

Chris sighed when he saw his mother and brother coming closer. He turned and muttered a curse under his breath before taking his phone out of his pocket and tried to look like he was busy. Tyler raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend but leaned against the bus next to him. "How much longer until we're in New York?"

"A few more hours and we should be at the venue." Answered Chris.

Tyler nodded. The red-head couldn't help but send a glare at the two Halliwells approaching. The other ones were dashing for the vending machines, desperate for sweets that their mothers wouldn't allow on the bus. Instinctually, he wrapped an arm around Chris's waist and held tightly. Chris glanced up and shook his head, but leaned a bit closer as he continued to scroll through his text messages.

"Good morning," greeted Piper.

Chris glanced up and hummed quietly before looking back at his phone. Tyler glared at the witch before looking away. Wyatt sneered at the half-demon, "What?"

Tyler looked at the blond and shook his head, "Nothing."

"You're going to allow that?" seethed Wyatt.

Chris snorted, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Chris, honey, I understand you love him but, he said some harsh things while you were unconscious." Piper said.

Chris peered up at his lover, "What did you say?"

"That if they didn't stop hurting you that I would send them back to San Francisco."

"Oh," Chris shrugged, "You made it sound like he threatened your life."

"He – "

"He did nothing wrong, " Chris muttered, "Tyler practically said what was on my mind,"

"Wait, what?"

Chris looked up, "Pack your bags, you're going back to San Francisco after this last concert. You're not going to Europe with us."

"We're your family Chris," pleaded Piper, "You can't do this."

"If you're my family, then start acting like it," snapped Chris, "I'm done."

"So, you're choosing him over us!" Wyatt shouted, his blue eyes livid.

Chris turned and looked at his family, Tyler and he on their way to the plaza to grab something to eat, "Yes."

"We're your family."

Chris shook his head, took Tyler's hand and pulled him towards the plaza, ignoring the pang in his heart as he heard his brother scream.

"Here's a sight that I never thought I would see,"

Chris peered up from his fingers, the black tipped brush centimeters from adding another layer of black polish, and saw is Aunt Paige smirking. "Hello to you too."

"I heard you told off your family."

"Yeah," Chris muttered.

Paige smirked, "About time. I love your mother and brother, but their mouths were bugging me."

Chris chuckled and continued painting his nails, "I told them to leave after this concert; although, Wyatt made it sound like they're leaving now."

"No, they're sticking around," Paige said with a frown, "I'm sorry that this tour didn't go along with your plans."

Chris shrugged and he touched up his pinky, "They usually never do…Aunt Paige, what do you feel about this?"

"About what?"

"Me, touring, not coming back to California and sitting around."

Paige leaned back, "Do I want you to come back? Yes." Chris sighed, but Paige continued, "But do I want you to stop doing something you obviously love, no."

Chris looked up at his smiling aunt, "Thanks"

Paige shrugged and came around the booth to sit next to her nephew and brought him close. "So, you're not the conventional Halliwell, you never were one. And you know what, I'm happy you're not."

Chris looked at Paige, confused. Paige smiled, "I'm glad you got to live. Your brother and cousins are just sitting around waiting for the demons to attack, it's insane. They're afraid to live. To experience life. I mean, Wyatt is just waiting the day that the Source will rise up once again. They're paranoid, and it's heartbreaking because I feel like we did it to them. But you," Paige sighed, "Even though you went through hell, you came through it and you're living. And, I'm proud of you. You…"she sighed as she tried to find the right word, "You're different. You refuse to be tied down because you're a witch, and you've gotten over something that I've seen children die from."

Chris frowned, "I almost did." He said, rubbing his right inner wrist.

Paige gently grabbed the wrist and looked at it. Faintly, between the two broken chain links she could see a small, white line. "Why?"

Chris looked at the scar and sighed, "It was shortly after Tyler found me in L.A. He went out for dinner with his sister so I had the hotel room by myself. My mind went rampant and I thought, if Ty could find me then Leo could and he was gonna kill me. So, I would save him the trouble. I broke one of my razors, took the blade and slit my wrist."

Paige held back her tears and ran a finger over the scar, "You know, don't tell Wyatt or the others, but you were my favorite," she chuckled lightly, "I love all of them don't get me wrong; but, I always felt the closet with you and then I couldn't even realize that you were being abused."

Chris sighed, "Auntie, it's okay. I lived. I got through it."

"You shouldn't have got through it in the first place," stated Paige,

Chris smiled sadly, "Things happen for a reason, isn't that the most fundamental learning of Wicca? I mean, if I wasn't abused by Leo, I wouldn't have run away and I wouldn't be where I am today."

Paige chuckled, "I guess. So," Paige smiled, "You and Tyler, hmm."

"Uh, that isn't anything new Aunt Paige."

"Well, duh," Paige said sarcastically, "But, isn't it weird dating your best friend?"

Chris shrugged, "At least I don't have to go through that stupid, awkward dating phase. And, I don't know, it doesn't really seem like much has change."

"Except you're kissing and having sex now."

"Aunt Paige!" Chris exclaimed.

Paige chuckled, "What? It's true. Anyways, it's cute. I can tell you two love each other."

Chris blinked, "Okay, this is more Aunt Phoebe's department…"

"Thanks brat," Paige said with a smirk, "I can't even give my nephew my blessing for his relationship without him being apprehensive. Jeez, love you too."

Chris laughed and hugged his aunt, "Thanks Aunt Paige."

Paige clutched her nephew close, "You're welcome sweetie."

"Pariah!"

A loud crash echoed throughout the field. The night sky hovered above as Chris walked down the stairs. Tyler played an electronic portion as Chris approached the microphone. Following a sharp inhale, he sang, "I won't suffer, be broken, get tired or wasted. Surrender to nothing, I'll give up what I started and stop this, from end to beginning, A new day is coming, and I am finally free" Chris leaned back as he took a breath before screaming out as the band's volume intensified, "Run away, run away, I'll attack, run away, run away, go chase yourself, run away, run away, now I'll attack, I'll attack." Chris screamed, his face crunched up.

"I would have kept you, forever, but we had to sever. It ended for the both for us, fast than a, kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in I'm losing control, and without you I can finally see!" Chris ran to the front of the stage and gestured towards the crowd as they yelled back the lyrics of the chorus. Chris hurried and grabbed the microphone before proceeding to the next part, "Your promises, they look like lies!" He reached out towards the fans, "Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife." He placed his hand over his heart, "I promise you…I promise you." He ran back to the stand as he screamed, "I am finally free!"

"Run away, run away, I'll attack," he sang, "Outcasts, finish it off!" he yelled as he stepped back and played his part on the guitar as the Outcast sang the remaining chorus. The music tapered off, quieting so Chris could softly sing - a slight pleading tone within his voice, "Your promises…I promise you…I promise you."

Chris was the only on stage. His electric guitar was traded for his old acoustic one that has been his since he was thirteen. His outer jacket was abandoned and sitting on the bass drum leaving the man in a black shirt and black jeans. Chris moved his microphone stand to the edge of the stage. "How you guys doing tonight?" he asked as he plugged in his acoustic. A loud cheer ran through the fans. Chris chuckled as he strummed a few chords, "Would you guys mind if I play a new song that we might be putting on the new record?"

Hearing no negative, Chris began strumming a few chords, a solemn sound coming from them, "This world will never be, what I expected, and if I don't belong, who would've guessed it. I will not leave alone everything that I own, to make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late." Chris strummed harshly, the volume increasing, "Even if I say, it'll be alright! Still I hear you say, you want to end your life. Now and again we try, to just stay alive, maybe we'll turn it all around, 'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late." It quieted down again and Chris looked out at the crowd with saddened eyes, "No one will ever see, this side reflected, And if there's something wrong, who would have guessed it, and I have left alone, Everything that I own, To make you feel like, It's not too late, It's never too late." He sang, he took a deep breath, memories flashing by, "Even if I say it'll be alright, still I hear you say, you want to end your life, Now and again we try to just stay alive, Maybe we'll turn it around 'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late." He took a deep breath before belting, "The world we knew, won't come back, The time we've lost, Can't get back, The life we had, Won't be ours again." Chris quieted it down, the hallow chords echoing as he sang softly "This world will never be what I expected and if I don't belong…" Chris trailed off before singing loudly, "Even if I say, It'll be alright, Still I hear you say, You want to end your life, Now and again we try, To just stay alive, Maybe we'll turn it around, 'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late, Maybe we'll turn it all around, 'Cause it not too late, It's never too late." Chris took a step back as he finished the song with a few remaining chords.

Chris smiled as the crowd cheered. With a smirk on his face, he stated with a chuckle, "And who said Jaiden couldn't write a good song?" He turned and caught a glance of Tyler's, the man smiling. Turning back to the crowd, he asked, "So, do you think this song should be on the next record?" A loud cheer was his answer, "The crowd has spoken. Jaiden, your song is on the record my dear."

Tyler walked out and waved to the crowd. He gently took the microphone from Chris, "I guess I don't have a say now do I?"

"Nope," quipped Chris.

"We love you Jaiden!" came a shout from the west wing of the field.

Tyler chuckled, "Love you all too, but I'm taken ladies."

Chris laughed, "How about we play you a few more songs?"

"Kiss!" was their response.

Chris looked at Tyler, "We have a song called Kiss?"

"Apparently."

"Kiss each other!"

"See, they needed to clarify," Chris said with a chuckle, "And this is a concert not a porno. Fucking perverts."

The crowd cheered. "They apparently like being perverts." Tyler said with a chuckle.

"Next thing you know they'll want us to take off our clothes." Chris remarked.

He rolled his eyes when the crowd yelled in agreement. "Again. Concert . Not a porno." Chris said with a smirk, "Although, apparently Virgin might think that us standing so close to each other might be bad."

"Oh God, don't want to be sexual now." Tyler sarcastically gasped, taking a step away from his lover.

A resounding 'boo' echoed. "I'm guessing you all have heard about 'A Beautiful Lie.'" Chris said, after getting his answer he smirked, "So, if we're suddenly gone, now you know why. Apparently, two men lying in bed together is sexual."

Tyler smirked, "Our next video should be sexual and we should see what they do."

Chris chuckled, "They would like it. Goddamn perverts." He muttered, "Alright, Zach get your ass back out here, we have a concert to do. If you wish to see the porno, I'm sure there are plenty of websites out there. I wouldn't know. I'm an angel."

The crowd laughed as the band resituated itself. "Alright Outcasts, let's have some fun," Chris said with a smile before the band erupted back into life, "Yeah, I get it you're an outcast…"

Chris yawned as he heard his phone vibrate feverishly underneath his pillow. It was the day after Pinkpop, and the caravan was headed back to London to fly out. Piper and Wyatt had left halfway through the performance in New York two weeks ago, and hadn't made any contact yet.

Finding his phone, he flipped it open and confirmed that he was Damon Payne a.k.a Christopher Halliwell. "No," he whispered, his eyes wide.

He dropped his phone. "Wha? Chris?" Tyler sat up, the red-head rubbing his eyes, "What's up?"

Chris looked at Tyler, his eyes narrowed. "We're being sued by Virgin."