This is my first Charmed fanfic. Enjoy.

Summary- Chris and his new charge Skylar, are off defeating demons together, ones the Charmed ones already defeated. Will Chris and Skylar start to gain feeling towards one another or are they just friends?

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, except for all seven seasons.

Chapter one: The dark and whitelighter.

My breath came out in huffs. My auburn hair billowed out behind me. The soles of my sneakers pounded against the pavement. An arrow whizzed past my ear.

I dashed around a corner, into an alley way. It smelled of rotten food and trash. I ducked behind an overflowing dumpster. I drew several shaky breaths, desperate for the air.

I heard someone round the corner. His feet hit the gravel road. The sound of shifting gravel moved closer.

I closed my eyes and slowly moved into the deeper protection of the dumpster. The sounds of his feet got closer.

"Come out, come out wherever you are. You little witch," He muttered.

Witch? What a rude thing to say. My hand brushed the side of the dumpster. I jerked it away. Green slim was on my fingers. I recoiled. My fingers smelled foul. I resisted the urge to gag.

The dumpster was yanked away, reveling me from my hiding spot. The man was in all black. He had curly black hair, jet-black. His eyes were an unsettling shade of crimson. He smirked at me.

"I've found you witch." He dragged me to me feet be my hair. It felt like he was tugging individual hairs out by the roots.

"What are you talking about?" I cried, tears threatened to spill.

He sneered at me, "You're a witch. What did you think you were?" He flung me across the alley into a brick wall.

Stars danced across my vision. I barely managed, "W—what?"

"You stupid little bitch!" He grabbed my hair and whacked my head against the bricks. He let go of my hair, and turned pacing away. I slumped against the wall. My fingers—shakily—went to touch the back of my head. My fingers felt wet and sticky.

My voice came back slightly, "Who are you?"

The man whirled, with an armed cross-bow pointed at my head. "Don't lie," He snarled, "You know who I am! How could your kind not know about mine?"

I braced myself against the wall. Protect yourself! A voice hissed inside my head. But the problem was, it was a man's voice. What? I asked the voice. My eyes darted to the man. He was standing there waiting for my reply. Invoke your elements!

I had no idea what he was talking about. So I just thought of fire. Willing it even to me. I heard a shrill cry of surprise. My eyes flew open. The man's shirt had combusted! Tiny flames were spreading across his chest. Just before the wonder in it affected me the flames disappeared.

He glared at me, "You little bitch!"

He pointed the cross-bow to my head. I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened except a blinding white little. It hurt my closed eyes.

"Whitelighter!" the man gasped in surprise. My eyes flickered open. The dark streets seemed fairly lighter. The man was fumbling to aim at the other man. He was 'bout 6'1". He had mused dark brown hair and emerald green eyes.

Before the man with the cross-bow could fire at him, he through a blue vile at him. As soon as the vile hit him—the man with the cross-bow—he exploded into a spontaneous combustion.

The emerald eyes man ran over to me, "Are you okay, Skylar?"

I was too shocked about how he just killed a man, rather than the fact he knew my name. "W—who are you?"

He smirked, "Chris. Chris Halliwell."

"Okay, Chris, what did you do to that man?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I just vanquished him, is all."

My mouth fell a gap, "You what?"

Chris rolled his beautiful eyes, "You heard me. So I'll ask again, are you okay Skylar?"

An I'm fine was frozen on my lips. I fainted before I could answer him.

"Chris! How could you be so irresponsible with a charge?" A man voice boomed.

"I don't know what your talking about, dad." Chris muttered.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?"

"Leo!" Another voice was heard. It sounded like a women. "Leave Chris alone! He tried didn't he? Your usually not like this, Leo."

"Sorry Piper. It's just, he brought her back with a minor concussion!" Minor concussion? What the hell?

"I'm sorry!" Chris cried. I felt him sit on whatever I was on.

Drowsily, I opened my eyes. I drew a hiccupped breath. I felt every eye turn to look at me. Flush spread across my checks.

"Are you okay, Skylar?" Chris grabbed my wrist.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Quit smothering the girl!" The person I assumed was Piper scowled.

"Sorry mom." Reluctantly he let go of me.

I jerked up, conking my head on Chris's shoulder. I managed to stay sitting. I put my hand on my forehead, "Ow."

"Are you okay?" I moved my hand only to see Chris's face a few inches from mine.

"Ah!" I pushed back, knocking my head on the headboard. Guess I was on a bed.

"What did I just say?"

"Sorry." Chris said.

"Um, I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you people?" My head was pounding, loudly in my skull. I swear if I touched it, I could feel it throbbing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm Chris—"

I interrupted him, "I know who you are, dummy. I meant them." I pointed in their general direction.

"Oh their my parents, Leo Wyatt and Piper Halliwell." Chris smiled.

"Hi," Piper said.

Leo glanced at me suspiciously, "Hello."

"Hello, I'm Skylar Noёl."

"We know," Piper said. I noted these people could figure things out easily. "I'm a charmed one." Leo looked at her.

"I don't know if that's the best thing to tell her."

"What's a charmed one?"

All three gasped. Leo sputtered, "You don't know."

I shook my head, "Nope."

Chris's eyes nervously fluttered to his parents faces and mine over and over again. "I'll tell her everything. Go."

His parents nodded and left the room, arm in arm.

"Do you live at home?" I blurted.

He looked at me, giving me the what do you think look. "No, of course not."

"Oh okay." I curled into a ball. "Wait a minute! I don't even know you and I'm at your house?" I jumped off the bed, and bounded down the stairs.

"Skylar!" Chris shouted, chasing after me.

I pushed open the front door and bolted down the sidewalk. Ohmigod! I had to get home.

"Skylar, stop." Chris was in front of me. I screamed coming to a halt.

"Where the hell did you come from?" I demanded, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

"I orbed."

"You what?"

"Orbed, here I'll show you." Before I could protest he grabbed my hand and bright blue and white lights enclosed my line of sight. About two seconds later, we were in front of his house on the porch.

I fell on all fours, breathing heavy. The door opened. "Shall we?"

I shook my head, "No, take me home."

I littlerly felt him smirk, "Okay." He yanked me to my feet and held my hand while he orbed me to my apartment, no inside my apartment.

I ripped my hand away, "How did you get in here?"

"I orbed," He said.

"What the hell is an orb?"

"I'll tell you, but Skylar, I think you'll want to sit down."

An hour later, Chris concluded everything. Demons, spells, potions, whitelighters, and witches.

"Did I mention you're a witch?"

"That's rude," I murmured.

"No it isn't," He disagreed, "My mom's a witch. Heck, I'm part witch."

"Yeah and what else?" I challenged, glaring at him. We were currently sitting on the black leather couch in my living room.

He rolled his eyes, "Seriously, Skylar? After an hour of explaining the magical world and you still don't know?" I shook my head. He sighed frustrated, running a hand through his tussled chocolate hair, "Whitelighter. I'm part whitelighter."

A barely audible oh escaped my lips. "Okay, so you're my whitelighter and I'm a witch?"

Chris applauded sarcastically, "And the winner of the slowest realization goes to, Skylar Noёl!"

I whacked his arm, "Smartass."

He smiled stupidly, "Yeah, I am."

"Whatever, so what attacked me today, Chris?"

Chris's expression darkened, "A darklighter. They can kill a whitelighter with one of their arrows. And a witch too. Be careful around them Skylar."

I blushed, but covered it easily with a strand of auburn hair. I felt Chris's fingers gently lift my chin up.

He smirked, "Your blushing."

Obviously flustered, I said, "I'm not!"

The smirk faltered, when he looked into my eyes, "Your eyes are beautiful." The blush darkend.

"Oh, I don't know." I twirled a piece of hair. My eyes were gray with specks of violet in them.

"They are. I have to leave. But if you need me, just call me name." Chris orbed out of the room, giving me a fading smile.

I walked into my room, dazed. He said my eyes were beautiful! Still flustered I collapsed onto the bed.

"Chris Halliwell," I whispered, before the blackness consumed me. I faded into an dreamless sleep.

That was chapter one. Okay I guess, a few more details would have been okay, but whatever. I think I kinda rushed the end but other than that, it was good. Review and wait for the updates! Byez.

~Emerald~