A/N Ok, like many of you Chrisaholics out there, I am in complete denial
about him dieing in the season finale(if u didn't see it and I'm ruining it
for you, then what the hell are you doing reading this?). Anyway, so I
wrote this one shot just randomly during my English exam(or after to be
more precise) and I kinda liked it, so I decided to post it. Hopefully
you'll like it too and review....please....enjoy!
Disclaimer I don't own Chris or anything in this fic except the idea and the words....but not the characters....duh
As Chris's mind woke up, he shifter around in his state of half sleep, already thinking of the anxiety and worry that awaited him. He thought of the approaching deadline to save Wyatt, his continuing quest to fix the future.
However, when he tried to remember what lead he might have possibly been working on the previous day and what he would have to continue working on that day, he came up blank.
What did I do yesterday? he thought. Then it all came back to him. Gideon's plan to kill Wyatt, his trip to the evil world, Piper going into labor, Gideon and his damned dagger, Leo kneeling nest to him. And his death.
The memory hit him like a slap in the face. He had died. He was sure of it. He remembered every detail, from the pain the wound had caused to the sight of Leo's face blurring as he felt his life being stripped away and the feeling that he'd finally done something right. But yet here he was, alive and breathing. But how?
Now fully awake, he opened his eyes and looked straight up at the ceiling. A ceiling he remember from years of waking up from nightmare and dreams of a better life, from years of lying on his bed, crying.
"What the hell is going on here?" Chris muttered. He turned over to get up, but he was stopped when he noticed another person was lying next to him in the bed.
"Bianca," Chris whispered, more as a question than a statement. He thought his heart had just skipped a beat. Either that or something had suddenly become lodged in his throat and it was restricting his breathing. Or maybe he was just imagining things. Either way, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"'Morning sweetie," Bianca said. Her eyes fluttered upon and a smile crept up on her face as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and brushed aside a strand of tangled hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"I..." Chris muttered, trying to figure out what in the hell of the world was going on. Then suddenly, it dawned on him. He'd done it. What he'd gone back to do, he'd done it.
That had to be it. He was back in the future and all was different. Bianca wasn't dead, he wasn't dead. Chris turned his head and looked at his bedroom window. It wasn't boarded up, as it had been before he had moved out of the manor and outside, the sun was shining, casting rays of light on the cream colored carpet. Outside, nothing was burning, nothing was in rubbles or piles of charred pieces or a crumpled heap of burning metal. It was just like it had been in the past.
A knock on the door brought Chris back to his sense. "Hey Chris? You up?" Chris head a familiar voice shout through the door before it was opened.
"Chris?" Wyatt asked again as his head peaked through the door. He walked in the room before gasping in surprise when he saw Bianca lying next to him. He quickly turned around, throwing his hands in air.
"Man, Chris, you have got to learn to lock the door when you two do that," Wyatt said with a small chuckle. "You just scarred me for life, little bro."
Bianca laughed as Chris kept staring, wide-eyed, at his not-evil big brother. "Sorry Wyatt, we were kinda busy," Bianca said.
Wyatt groaned. "Whatever, man. I just came up here to tell you that Mom and Dad are waiting for you downstairs. So when you decided to get some clothes on, just get down there." Wyatt cast one last disgusted look in his little brother's direction before going out the door and shutting in behind him.
Bianca chuckled a little and drew herself closer to Chris, resting her head against his chest.
"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked.
Chris put his arm around Bianca and smiled slightly.
"Nothing. Just....relax and enjoy the present."
A/N Well, I hoped you enjoyed this, let me know and review!
Disclaimer I don't own Chris or anything in this fic except the idea and the words....but not the characters....duh
As Chris's mind woke up, he shifter around in his state of half sleep, already thinking of the anxiety and worry that awaited him. He thought of the approaching deadline to save Wyatt, his continuing quest to fix the future.
However, when he tried to remember what lead he might have possibly been working on the previous day and what he would have to continue working on that day, he came up blank.
What did I do yesterday? he thought. Then it all came back to him. Gideon's plan to kill Wyatt, his trip to the evil world, Piper going into labor, Gideon and his damned dagger, Leo kneeling nest to him. And his death.
The memory hit him like a slap in the face. He had died. He was sure of it. He remembered every detail, from the pain the wound had caused to the sight of Leo's face blurring as he felt his life being stripped away and the feeling that he'd finally done something right. But yet here he was, alive and breathing. But how?
Now fully awake, he opened his eyes and looked straight up at the ceiling. A ceiling he remember from years of waking up from nightmare and dreams of a better life, from years of lying on his bed, crying.
"What the hell is going on here?" Chris muttered. He turned over to get up, but he was stopped when he noticed another person was lying next to him in the bed.
"Bianca," Chris whispered, more as a question than a statement. He thought his heart had just skipped a beat. Either that or something had suddenly become lodged in his throat and it was restricting his breathing. Or maybe he was just imagining things. Either way, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"'Morning sweetie," Bianca said. Her eyes fluttered upon and a smile crept up on her face as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and brushed aside a strand of tangled hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"I..." Chris muttered, trying to figure out what in the hell of the world was going on. Then suddenly, it dawned on him. He'd done it. What he'd gone back to do, he'd done it.
That had to be it. He was back in the future and all was different. Bianca wasn't dead, he wasn't dead. Chris turned his head and looked at his bedroom window. It wasn't boarded up, as it had been before he had moved out of the manor and outside, the sun was shining, casting rays of light on the cream colored carpet. Outside, nothing was burning, nothing was in rubbles or piles of charred pieces or a crumpled heap of burning metal. It was just like it had been in the past.
A knock on the door brought Chris back to his sense. "Hey Chris? You up?" Chris head a familiar voice shout through the door before it was opened.
"Chris?" Wyatt asked again as his head peaked through the door. He walked in the room before gasping in surprise when he saw Bianca lying next to him. He quickly turned around, throwing his hands in air.
"Man, Chris, you have got to learn to lock the door when you two do that," Wyatt said with a small chuckle. "You just scarred me for life, little bro."
Bianca laughed as Chris kept staring, wide-eyed, at his not-evil big brother. "Sorry Wyatt, we were kinda busy," Bianca said.
Wyatt groaned. "Whatever, man. I just came up here to tell you that Mom and Dad are waiting for you downstairs. So when you decided to get some clothes on, just get down there." Wyatt cast one last disgusted look in his little brother's direction before going out the door and shutting in behind him.
Bianca chuckled a little and drew herself closer to Chris, resting her head against his chest.
"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked.
Chris put his arm around Bianca and smiled slightly.
"Nothing. Just....relax and enjoy the present."
A/N Well, I hoped you enjoyed this, let me know and review!