Chris' Angel

By Anabelle Halliwell-Cullen

It had been a long day in the city of San Francisco, where Piper and Leo's three children, Wyatt, Chris and Melinda lived. Chris was settling in for an evening of the usual, working behind the bar at the Club P3 which his mother Piper had left to them.

"Hey, bro, I think that glass is clean already," his sister's voice snapped him out of his daydream, making him jump. "Oh right," he replied, absent-mindedly returning the glass to its shelf.

"So, what brings you here, sis? You don't have a shift tonight," he asked her.

"Am I not allowed to come and see my favourite big brother?" she replied with a smile. Melinda loved both of her brothers equally of course, but her favourite (and closest age wise) was Chris.

"You're up to something I can tell." said Chris, "What are you planning, Mel?" he asked, trying to read her expression.

Don't think i wont find it in here he telepathically communicated to her (a/n: might be a reason they are quite close as brother and sister)

Oh you won't, I've been working on that, you will have to just wait and see...oh here she is.... dammit!!

"Who's here," Chris demanded out loud.

A young woman about Chris' age, came up to the bar, she had red hair, which fell past her shoulders to the small of her back, and the most amazing, clear emerald eyes, he had ever seen.

"Chris, I'd like you to meet Amelie, Amelie this is Chris," she announced, coming round to Chris' side of the bar, "Go on," she shooed him round to Amelie, "I'll cover the rest of your shift, have fun you guys," she smiled, she was a brilliant matchmaker, she could see they were both smitten already.

"Uh, thanks sis, so Amelie, can I get you a drink?" he asked Amelie, and while looking at her, seemed to be getting more and more lost in her captivating eyes.

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A few hours later, Chris and Amelie had pretty much told each other their life story, and were getting along famously, they had a lot in common, not to mention that they were both witch-whitelighters, both from a big family, and so much more. The DJ announced the last song of the night, an old love song by Nickelback, called Far Away.

" May I have this dance?" asked Chris, holding out his hand, Amelie giggled, and accepted, and as they made their way over to the dancefloor full of other couples slow dancing, a zing of electicity seemed to pass through them, tingling their fingers They began to dance, slowly like all the other couples on the dancefloor.

"This is weird isnt it? I mean, I've only known you a few hours, yet I feel like I've known you my whole life." said Amelie.

"I know what you mean," Chris replied, "I say we should enjoy it," he moved closer to her, and as his lips touched hers, it felt perfect, meant to be.

You can thank me later, Melinda's voice drifted into Chris' head, as he pulled away from Amelie's lips. He turned around and mouthed a silent thank-you to her. Turning back to Amelie.

"You look tired, do you wanna go?" he asked her,

"I kinda don't want to go home yet.." she replied with a smile,

"Who said anything about going home?" said Chris, taking her hand and leading her off the dancefloor, towards the office, as they entered and closed the door behind them in preparation to leave, a demon shimmered in, obviously not expecting to see two witches let alone one, he acted quickly, throwing a fireball at Amelie, which she deflected back at the demon, who ducked, swiftly producing an athame out of thin air, and with an inhuman speed, sped over to Chris and plunged it into his stomach.

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or anything related, but I do own Amelie, and any OC's I make up

Hope you liked, thanks for reading

Anabelle.

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