And the Two Shall Meet
The doorbell of the Halliwell manor echoed throughout the house early one calm warm morning, alerting the sisters that there was someone at the front door. The three sisters stood gathered around the island counter of the kitchen in the back of the house. Paige drinking some coffee preparing for her next temp job while Phoebe brewed the next batch for her day at work. Piper sat at the small table munching on a pickle and peanut butter, courtesy of her less obvious pregnant state. Neither sister made any move to answer the door, much to the annoyance of their whitelighter Chris who had been in the middle of lecturing them about the importance of hunting down demons.
He waited a moment, expecting one of the sisters to move to answer the door…but no one did. The doorbell rang once more, earning a groan from the young whitelighter. "Fine…I'll get it," he mumbled walking out of the door, ending his tirade, much to the pleasure of the three women.
As Chris made his way closer to the door he could see the outline of a woman behind it and for some reason, his heart sped up. He reached the door, resting his hand on the knob for a moment before opening it to reveal a timid looking woman in her early twenties, much like him, dressed in a white tank top and a long blue skirt. She glanced up at the man before her clad in jeans and a long-sleeved white button up shirt that was open at the top few buttons. Her hazel eyes locked with Chris' own emerald green, neither could move only stare at each other. It remained that way for a few moments neither one willing to look away from the eyes that had captured their attention.
Chris could feel his breath coming shallowly leaving him with barely enough air to reply when he heard the girl before him greet him.
"Hello," she said breathlessly, moving a stray piece of dark red hair from her pale creamy face. Her hair was straight, down a little past her shoulder with a long strand that hung by her face, framing it.
"Hi…" Chris replied, voice just above a whisper.
After another moment of staring, the girl held out her right hand slowly, "I'm Cady," she mentioned.
"Chris," he replied immediately, taking her hand in his before even realizing he was doing it. They started to shake hands for a moment, the shakes slowly dieing down till they were just holding hands before each other, neither willing to let go.
She nodded slowly as a small smile made it's way to her face.
"Come in?" Chris found himself asking, unable to say the complete sentence, just wanting to get her inside the house as quickly as possible.
"Sure," she replied softly stepping closer and closer to him.
Chris didn't move, he couldn't, he could only stare as Cady came closer to him. He had yet to let go of her hand, simply standing there. He was standing in the middle of the doorway, so Cady had to gently squeeze by him, brushing against him in the process. He turned with her as she stepped into the foyer next to him, so he could face her, keeping eye contact.
Slowly, unknown to either of them, the front door shut.
Chris' breath was coming faster now, his heart beating in his ear, blood flowing quickly in his veins. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in her breath, she was experiencing the same things as he was. He knew what this was, the only thing that puzzled him was that this type of reaction between two people wouldn't happen for another few years at least. Phoebe hadn't cast the spell yet. That could only mean one thing…
"You're from the future?" he whispered under his breath, unable to support the air to say the question louder. He leaned in, left hand trailing up her arm to cup her cheek.
"Yes…" she whispered, leaning into the touch.
"Good…" Chris mumbled almost unheard before leaning in and kissing the woman before him. She responded immediately, opening her mouth in acceptance as Chris ran his tongue across her bottom lip seeking entrance. The kiss that started off so innocent and gentle soon grew into one of the most passionate ones either had ever experienced.
"Chris?" the voice of Paige called down the hall, completely unnoticed by the pair.
"Who was at the…" another voice, Phoebe, started as the sisters stepped into the foyer, wondering what had kept their whitelighter so long.
"What the hell?" Piper asked watching with her sisters as their whitelighter went at it with a complete stranger.
A/N – Sorry if this chapter is a little weird, and if Chris seems out of character. The explanation for his behavior will be explained in later chapters.