Summary: Chris has a deeper future than explained in the show. Who else has
he left behind in the future? Will he keep running from it?
A.N: Don't own Charmed. As much as I want Drew to be my Sex-Slave . . . heh, um, never mind. Well, on with the story.
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"Chris, we've got to get out of here!" Erica said in a whisper. "I have to go see if Bianca is okay." Chris replied. "If you go back to get her you will get killed." She screamed at him. He put his hand over her mouth. "You're the one who is going to get us killed." He hissed at her. "I have to go get her. She is strong and she can help us." "No, she isn't. I am way stronger than her; you are only going to get her because you're in love with her." Erica shot back. "Maybe I am. But that doesn't change anything." Chris replied. "Yeah, yeah it does." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Chris was distracted from his daydream as Phoebe entered the back room at P3. "Hey, don't you wanna see Sarah McLachlan? I know she probably isn't your type of music, but she is amazing." "Huh? Oh, yeah, I will in a little bit. I have some important . . . stuff to do." He replied kinda dazed. "You alright? I mean, ever since Piper found out you were her kid, you've seemed . . . iffy." She asked worried. "I'm just starting to wonder about the future. If it has changed at all. How the people are." "Is this about Bianca?" "No! Damn it! It's not about her." Chris yelled. "I- I'm sorry Chris." She exited out and returned to the main part of the club. He sighed and orbed out.
A young girl was in the club, looking like she was lost. She had been here before with friends. This time it was just different. She wore a long black silk skirt with a black spaghetti strap tank on. Her hair was light brown and long, reaching all the way down her back, it was streaked with an electric blue color. She walked through the crowd on her toes, even with her 3 inch heals she only stood 5"4. She went to turn around when she bumped into Phoebe, who was carrying a drink at that time. "Oh gosh." She said looking at Phoebe. "I am so sorry. I was looking for someone, and I turned—and bad just bad." "Sweetie, it's ok. I'm fine, come with me to the counter and I'll get you cleaned up."
She pulled her through the crowd, finally reaching the counter. "Here ya go." Phoebe said handing a towel. "Thanks." She replied. "So, who was it you were looking for?" "Oh, um, just some guy. I met him at this club before." "Really? Oh! Piper, Paige! Come here." They walked over to her. "Here, describe him to them. They can probably help." Phoebe said gesturing to Piper and Paige. "Help? Who? What him?" Piper asked. "Just this guy I met here. He was about 6 foot, has brown hair, kinda annoying but still loveable." She told them. "Sounds like Chris." Paige said. "Yeah, um I think that was his name. How do you know him?" "He's my so—a friend. Just a friend of ours." Piper said. "Oh well, if you see him . . . tell him I said 'Hi' and that I'm looking for him." She said. "Uh, honey, we're gonna need a name." Paige said. The girl put the towel on the counter and got up. "Erica. He'll know who I am." She got up and walked away. Sarah began "Stupid" as Iris walked out the club door.
A.N: Don't own Charmed. As much as I want Drew to be my Sex-Slave . . . heh, um, never mind. Well, on with the story.
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"Chris, we've got to get out of here!" Erica said in a whisper. "I have to go see if Bianca is okay." Chris replied. "If you go back to get her you will get killed." She screamed at him. He put his hand over her mouth. "You're the one who is going to get us killed." He hissed at her. "I have to go get her. She is strong and she can help us." "No, she isn't. I am way stronger than her; you are only going to get her because you're in love with her." Erica shot back. "Maybe I am. But that doesn't change anything." Chris replied. "Yeah, yeah it does." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Chris was distracted from his daydream as Phoebe entered the back room at P3. "Hey, don't you wanna see Sarah McLachlan? I know she probably isn't your type of music, but she is amazing." "Huh? Oh, yeah, I will in a little bit. I have some important . . . stuff to do." He replied kinda dazed. "You alright? I mean, ever since Piper found out you were her kid, you've seemed . . . iffy." She asked worried. "I'm just starting to wonder about the future. If it has changed at all. How the people are." "Is this about Bianca?" "No! Damn it! It's not about her." Chris yelled. "I- I'm sorry Chris." She exited out and returned to the main part of the club. He sighed and orbed out.
A young girl was in the club, looking like she was lost. She had been here before with friends. This time it was just different. She wore a long black silk skirt with a black spaghetti strap tank on. Her hair was light brown and long, reaching all the way down her back, it was streaked with an electric blue color. She walked through the crowd on her toes, even with her 3 inch heals she only stood 5"4. She went to turn around when she bumped into Phoebe, who was carrying a drink at that time. "Oh gosh." She said looking at Phoebe. "I am so sorry. I was looking for someone, and I turned—and bad just bad." "Sweetie, it's ok. I'm fine, come with me to the counter and I'll get you cleaned up."
She pulled her through the crowd, finally reaching the counter. "Here ya go." Phoebe said handing a towel. "Thanks." She replied. "So, who was it you were looking for?" "Oh, um, just some guy. I met him at this club before." "Really? Oh! Piper, Paige! Come here." They walked over to her. "Here, describe him to them. They can probably help." Phoebe said gesturing to Piper and Paige. "Help? Who? What him?" Piper asked. "Just this guy I met here. He was about 6 foot, has brown hair, kinda annoying but still loveable." She told them. "Sounds like Chris." Paige said. "Yeah, um I think that was his name. How do you know him?" "He's my so—a friend. Just a friend of ours." Piper said. "Oh well, if you see him . . . tell him I said 'Hi' and that I'm looking for him." She said. "Uh, honey, we're gonna need a name." Paige said. The girl put the towel on the counter and got up. "Erica. He'll know who I am." She got up and walked away. Sarah began "Stupid" as Iris walked out the club door.