Chapter One.
A/N: If you've been reading my previous stories I'm sorry for not updating. I haven't any inspiration lately therefore they are currently on hiatus.
Chris Halliwell sighed for what seemed to be the 100th time that day. He glared angrily at his aunt "It's this spell," he said "I know it is,"
"How do you know?" challenged Phoebe "You don't know the book as well as I do,"
Of course not, thought Chris Its not as if I've been reading it for my entire life. But he couldn't say that to her, she could never know.
"I've been studying witchcraft longer then you," he said "I know what I'm doing,"
"Witchcraft?" asked Phoebe with a raised eyebrow "I thought you were a whitelighter?" she folded her arms as she waited for an explanation.
"I am," he stammered "I uh my charges, they teach me things you know,"
Phoebe nodded satisfied with his answer, she pointed to the page "I still think its this spell though,"
"What are you two arguing about?" asked Paige walking into the attic, closely followed by Piper "Sheila just took Wyatt, are we doing this?" she asked.
"He thinks we should be using this spell," said Phoebe, she flicked a few pages "But I think it should be this one,"
Piper examined both spells "I'm siding with Phoebe on this one," she said "That looks right," she said.
"I'm telling you, that won't take you where you want to go," he said. "Trust me,"
"Trust you?" scoffed Paige "Pull the other one,"
"Three against One Christopher," said Phoebe smugly.
"Hey, I didn't vote," said Paige. "But I agree with Pheebs on this one. Sorry,"
"Look Chris, obviously you have something to hide. As much as it kills me to say, you're smart. Really smart, and we all know that you know your spell won't take us anywhere." she folded her arms waiting for Chris to deny it.
Chris ran his hands through his hair; this would be bad. For weeks the sisters had been begging him to let them glipse at the future to see how bad it was and if he was telling the truth but he couldn't let that happen. He knew Phoebe's spell was right but he couldn't let them use it.
"I'm not trying to hide anything, personal gain-," he began but Paige waved it off "Personal gain, smersonal flain," she said "Lets just do it,"
"Smersonal flain?" asked an amused Piper.
Paige nodded "It's a thing,"
Phoebe patted her little sisters shoulder "Sweetie, never say that again," she paused "And I mean never again,"
Chris groaned. Why couldn't they take this seriously? They were too careless with their magic. He knew if they used it the personal gain consequence would also be a factor and would do something terrible like not them go to the future.
"Look, just use my one," he said.
"That doesn't even sound like a time travel spell," shrugged Piper "Phoebe's does,"
Because its not, he thought. His spell would block them from using Phoebe's spell until they said the reversal spell which only he knew.
"Just listen to me," he stated.
"Listen to you?" scoffed Paige "Thats a great reason," she said sarcastically "Listening to Chris got Leo turned into an elder," Chris sighed "Yes but-," Paige continuted "Listening to Chris made demons go into baby Wyatts bedroom," Chris sighed "He wasn't going to hurt him," Paige continuted "Listening to Chris made cleaners wipe out Wyatt's existence,"
Chris frowned "That had nothing to do with me," he protested.
Paige shrugged "Nevertheless, listening to Chris is never a good idea,"
"Are we doing this or what?" asked Phoebe.
"We're doing this," chorused Piper and Paige. The three sisters grabbed hands.
"Are you coming with us?" asked Phoebe. Chris sighed "Someone has to be there to bail you three out of trouble," he grabbed Piper and Phoebe's hand.
"Thats the spirit," said Phoebe three sisters recited the spell.
"Power of the witches rise,
Send us to where we will find,
The answers we are looking for,
In another time,"
A gust of wind swallowed them and spiralled them though time.
They landed on the attic floor. Phoebe groaned loudly, she sat up with a confused expression.
"Are we still here?" she asked.
Chris stood up "No," he gaped "But we're not in my time,"
Pipers eyes widened "Excuse me?" she shrieked "Where are we then?"
Paige shook her head "I don't know but the attic sure looks different,"
Phoebe looked around and gasped "Piper," she said slowly "Doesn't that folder look familar?" she asked pointing to a pink folder that was laid on the table.
Piper shook her head "No...," she gasped "Phoebe, the cardigan," she said pointing to a blue cardigan flung on Great Aunt Pearls couch.
"No," said Phoebe worriedly. "The camera," she said pointing to a black camera that was placed carefully on the bookshelf.
"Why, whats wrong?" asked Paige.
Phoebe walked over to the calender "Its May 2nd," she said.
"So?" asked Paige "It was May 2nd when we left,"
"2001," replied Phoebe "It's less then two weeks before Prue died,"
A/N: Cliffhanger! I've no idea if this story has any potential but feedback would be appreciated. I suck at spells by the way.