OF WHITELIGHTERS AND ANGELS
By fickleminded
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Charmed. If I did, then Chris would be working for me… If you know what I mean… Hehehe… Now, on with the story…
CHAPTER 1: Meeting An Angelus
Must warn them.
Must warn the Charmed Ones.
I am the only one that can.
Night had come faster than the passed days. Her feet ran as fast they can towards God knows where. She had to warn the Charmed Ones of the great threat that was about to come.
Her legs felt like they were about to give. I can't stop now, she thought. I have to find them.
As she rounded the corner, she ran hard into a wall. She bounced off it and fell flat on her bum. She tried to stand when an arm extended itself before her.
"Are you alright?" someone asked.
She looked up to see a handsome stranger. The wall that she had run into wasn't a wall but a person. She placed her hand into his as he helped her stand.
"Thank you and I'm sorry for running into you, but I need to get going. I'm looking for someone," she said, starting to run off again. A hand on her wrist stopped her from going anywhere. She turned and saw that the man held her.
"Please. Let me go. You don't know what you're doing," she pleaded while trying to take her wrist back.
"Well, don't you think that dressing up as you are now would defeat the idea that you are in trouble?" he asked eyeing her from head to foot. She looked down at herself then looked back up.
"I'm sorry but I have no time to answer irrelevant questions. Please, you have to let me go. The fate of the world is depending on it," she pleaded, continuing to pull her wrist from his grasp.
The man eyed her suspiciously. What did she mean by that? He thought, still not letting her go.
"Chris! C'mon man. Mom's waiting inside," another man called out. The handsome man holding her wrist turned to his brother.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec," he hollered back, never turning his eyes away from the girl. The girl continued to squirm out of his grasp. "You better tell me what's wrong or I'll never let you go," he said.
The girl was getting weaker by the second and he could see it. He pulled her to him and lifted her up bridal-style. The girl squealed in surprise.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. She squirmed from his arms, struggling to get away and continue on her quest.
"When was the last time you ate or slept?" he asked her as he made his way to P3. The bouncer knew who he was so he let him through easily.
She stopped her struggling and widened her eyes. Chris smiled. "I guess that answers my question," he commented. He walked passed the bar and the dance floor and opened the door to the office at the back. He closed the door behind him and put her down on the couch.
"Now, tell me what the problem is," he said kneeling down in front of her. She hesitated, playing with the end of the gold rope that tied her cloak-like toga closed(1).
"Unless you're a Charmed One, I can't tell you," she simply said, turning her head away from him. She looked at the pictures hanging on the walls. There were pictures of babies, little boys, and little girls, but only one picture caught her attention—a picture of three women sitting comfortably on a couch at their home.
She widened her eyes in realization and faced the man before her. "You're one of the Charmed Sons!" she exclaimed, standing and feeling relieved to find one of them.
Chris furrowed his eyebrows. How'd she know? He straightened up, tucking his hands inside his front pockets. The girl stood instantly and began her slew of information. Chris's eyes grew wide from all the information coming from her.
"Woah! Slow down there," he said placing his hands on her shoulders and led her to sit back down. "Slow down. You said you needed the Charmed Ones, right?" he asked, clarifying everything. She just nodded. "Okay then. Why don't you wait here while I get them," he said making his way out the door.
"Hey Chris! We've been looking all over for you. Where've you been?" Phoebe asked slinging her arm over his shoulder and pulling him close. He just smiled.
"I've been around. Look. No time for chitchat. We have a situation," he calmly said. The group looked at him seriously.
"What's going on? What happened? Are you hurt?" Piper asked, walking over to him and checking for injuries. Chris smiled.
"I'm fine mom. There's a girl in the office who needs the Charmed Ones," he explained. "She bombarded me with information but I couldn't understand anything."
"Was that the girl you were talking to outside?" Wyatt asked. Chris nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets.
Piper looked to her sisters as she stood up. "Well, better get this over and done with. I have a club to run." The sisters stood and moved towards the club office with Chris and Wyatt following behind.
"You don't know how long I've been looking for you! You have to prepare yourselves! There's a great threat coming! You have to summon all the powers you have—the Nexxus, the Hollow, anything," the girl started, saying everything in one breath. Piper put up her hand to silence her. She stopped, blinking in confusion.
"First and foremost, who are you?" Paige asked, placing her hands on her hips. Everyone waited for her answer.
"That's not important at the moment. You have t—,"
"Of course it's important. How do we know you're not the great threat that's coming?" Phoebe asked, cutting the rant the girl had started. Chris and Wyatt looked at each other and tried their hardest not to laugh at the obviousness of the question. The girl huffed.
"My name is Aria(2). The Elders sent me to find you," she answered sighing, debating if she should wait for their next question or just continue with her slew of information.
"So you're a whitelighter?" Wyatt asked, crossing his arms in front of him. She shook her head as if to answer 'no'.
"Huh?" the sisters asked at the same time, confused at her answer. She sighed again.
"I'm not a whitelighter. I'm an angelus," she said moving to the couch on the far left of the room and sat. The sisters looked at her attire. She wore a toga-like cloak with a gold rope holding the attire close to the sight of many.
"An 'angelus'? What the hell is an 'angelus'?" Paige asked, throwing her arms up in frustration.
"Angelus are sent to every magical being during a time of crisis. That is why I'm here," she answered, slumping on the couch.
"If you're sent to every magical being during a time of crisis, why didn't you come for the passed 33 years(3)?" Phoebe asked, narrowing her eyes at the girl. She was testing the girl if she would crack and tell a lie.
"Because you had a whitelighter then," she answered in frustration. The sisters just stared at her, not understanding her answer. She sighed. This is going to blow up in my face one day, she thought. "Whitelighters and angelus have the same purpose—to protect magical beings. For every generation, an angelus is chosen. Since you had Leo, a whitelighter, the Elders thought that he was enough."
Piper looked at her sisters before looking back to address Aria. "But Leo became mortal."
"Yes. But Wyatt was already born, so the next generation of angelus was sent. Meaning me," she answered.
Phoebe felt some sense of truth coming from her(4). "I think she's telling the truth. I mean, have you seen Dea(5) wear something like that?" Phoebe asked pointing to her attire.
"Chris, why don't you go up there and confirm with the Elders. We need to know what's going on," Piper requested. Chris nodded his head as he orbed out.
"Wyatt, get Leo(6). Since he was once an Elder, we can get some answers if the Elders won't cooperate," she continued. Wyatt nodded as he too, orbed out.
Chris orbed back in, a look of dejection on his face. "We've got a bit of a problem, mom," he started. The sisters turned their stares at him. He looked to the girl. Wyatt and Leo orbed in before Chris told them the problem with the Elders. "The Elders are dead."
…TBC…
AN: There's chapter 1. I had kind of a hard time doing this because my thoughts on the story came crashing into me and I didn't know how to put it in words. I mean, I've had this idea for the passed week (ever since I watched season 6).
Anyway, just to clarify things, the story is set after the last episode of Season 8.
1. Regarding the attire the girl had, think of the traditional angel looking attire… or what the gods wore in the episode where Chris first appeared in.
2. I named the girl Aria because I think it's Latin for air? Or some other language. Anyway, that means air.
3. Phoebe's question indicated 33 years because Wyatt is 25 here, meaning Chris is 23. Add in the 8 years that the sisters endured before that.
4. Phoebe has her powers again after a while of fighting demons.
5. Dea is one of the female Elders, the one they are always in contact of.
6. Yes, Leo is still mortal.
Anymore questions, clarifications, violent reactions, please review or email me at liv.