Summary: This is basically my story of how Chris and Bianca met and their love until the tragic moment of Bianca's death. Enjoy.

Beach- Morning

Chris inhaled and exhaled rhythmically as he jogged down his favorite beach, leaving footprints in the warm sand. As his eyes scanned the sand, memories of his childhood flooded into his mind. He used to love coming there with his mother when he was a little boy. It had taken him a long time before he was able to come back to beach and face the truth that he'd never be able to come with his mother again. But, he was almost twenty now. His mother had been dead for years. It still hurt deep inside to think about her. But, that shouldn't stop him from going to the beach and get in some good exercise. Chris jogged there every morning, just needing to get away from his grandfather sometimes. His grandfather was great and all. But, Chris liked to get out and be by himself. He was always a loner. Even with his brother taking over the world, Chris tried as much as he could to get free time to ignore the fact that the world was literally going to hell because of Wyatt. It wasn't actually that easy to not feel guilty that your big brother was the ruler of all evil.

Chris stopped jogging when he swore he heard someone behind him. Ready for a demon that might have been sent by Wyatt, he whipped around. To his shock, all he found was a girl falling onto the sand as demon shimmered away; his job done. Chris gasped and ran over to the girl's side. When Chris got a good view of her, he inhaled a sharp breath when he saw there was a sword straight though the girl's stomach. Chris dropped to his knees beside her and placed a hand on her head to make her open her eyes. Her eyelids lifted and she stared up at him with the most beautiful pair of dark eyes that Chris had ever seen.

Chris: Hey. Can you hear me? What happened?

The girl sealed her eyes shut once more in pain before blinking them and working to calm her ragged breathing to talk.

Bianca: I don't know. I was just jogging and this guy attacked me.

Chris could hear it in her voice that it was getting hard for her to breathe as she lay there. He wished badly for the first time in a long time that he could heal. A pang of envy was sent Wyatt's way. The twice-blessed could heal with no problem.

Chris: What's your name?

Bianca: It's Bianca.

Chris: Mine's Chris.

Chris didn't miss that Bianca frowned when she heard his name. He ignored it for the moment and looked down at the sword impaled in her with a grimace.

Chris: You can't stay like this. I'm gonna have to take the sword out.

He saw the alarm pass over her face at the thought of having to move the sword. None the less, she nodded.

Bianca: You're right.

Bianca rolled over on her side and Chris immediately saw why. She must have been attacked from behind, because the handle was sticking out of her back. Blood soaked the sand into red clumps and drenched the back of her spandex shirt. With a feeling of remorse for having to do this, Chris grabbed the handle and pressed a gentle hand to Bianca's side.

Chris: Ready?

Bianca: No. But, what choice to I have? Have the sword pulled out or die.

Chris gave a sympathetic nod. Chris swallowed his nervousness before he, as quickly as he could, pulled the sword out of Bianca's body. Bianca's bloodcurdling screams made Chris cringe at her agony and it almost made him stop. But, he kept on pulling. Once he had it out of her, Chris threw the sword aside and held onto Bianca's shoulders as she tried to sit up.

Chris: We should get you to a doctor.

Bianca: No!

Chris was surprised by her sudden snap at him. Bianca caught the expression on his face and quickly covered her moment of panic.

Bianca: Doctors and I aren't a good mix.

Chris: But, you're hurt. You could bleed to death if I don't get you to a doctor.

Bianca: Did you not here me?

Bianca didn't want to be mean to Chris. But, there was no way in hell she was going to a doctor. She would just get back to her aunt and let the woman take care of her wound.

Bianca: I'm sorry. I don't mean to be cranky with you.

Chris: What do you want me to do exactly? If I can't take you to the doctor, you need to go somewhere and get some help.

Bianca: I...

Bianca stopped and scrunched her forehead as she slapped a hand to it as her vision spun.

Bianca: I don't feel so good.

Chris: I told you, you need a doctor.

Bianca tried to protest, but another wave of diziness washed over her. She squeezed a handful of sand in her other hand, cursing at her weakness.

Chris: Can you stand?

Bianca shook her head as she started seeing double of the stranger in front of her. The action only made her eyesight grow worse.

Chris: I have to get you somewhere.

Deciding that he was not leaving this decision to the girl laying there with her stomach bleeding out, Chris put one arm behind Bianca's back and one under her legs. With protests from Bianca, Chris picked her up and carried her in his arms. Bianca blinked feverishly as she fought to stay conscious and argue with Chris.

Chris: Just hang on. You'll be okay.

Bianca, despite the woman being a cold blood assassin, smiled at his the words he used to keep away her fear. Chris was being so kind to her, unlike most people in her life.

Bianca: I can't see much. Everything is going black.

Chris watched her closely as he ran down the beach towards the closest place he could find. He had to get help for Bianca fast if she had any chance in hell of not bleeding to death. He wouldn't let an innocent die. It was just who he was. He was a Halliwell.

Chris: You have to hang on.

Bianca moaned, gripping his shirt in a surprising strong grip as she gritted her teeth in a struggle to keep her eyes from closing as they grew heavier and heavier. She lost the battle. Her eyelids dropped and she lost sight of the face of the worried stranger who had helped her without a second thought. This man was an angel. She had an angel.

Bianca: I can't hold on.

With that last breath, Bianca passed out in Chris's arms and her fait was on a delicate line between life and death.