Distilled Light
Chapter 1: Introduction to the world…
Canon: Charmed
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. Duh!
Genre: Drama/Fantasy
Characters: Chris, Bianca, Wyatt, Paige, Phoebe, Piper, Leo, OCs, etc…
Pairing: Bianca/Chris, OC/OC, Leo/Piper,
Rating: M for Mature.
Warning: Adult content, violence, sexual content, some blood play, cursing, etc…
Timeline: AU. It's in the changed future. But the Cleaners or whatever suppressed Chris being there from their minds; that means that Wyatt is saved, but nobody tries to actively associate anything with needing to happen. Also, they never told Chris or Wyatt or anyone about Chris coming back to the past or the alternate future.
Summary: Christopher Halliwell is the forgotten one, the powerless one. He is the innocent one no one pays attention to. In truth, he is the younger one forgotten by those that should care. But he is powerful and has a path of his own…
Notes: I tried to put more dialogue into this and succeeded. Unfortunately I've written the next to chapters and it hasn't continued. Grrr…
Notes: The other Chapters are gonna be small than this.
-"Telepathic conversations"-
His alarm goes off and his hand reaches up to push down on the sleep button. Only he slammed it too hard the morning before and now it's stuck. There is no sleep button left so he groans and tries to sit up. Not fully awake, the circulation to his limbs and head hold him down for a few more moments. He feels fuzzy and yawns through the cotton filling his mind.
He can ignore the ringing but a bang on his wall from the room over tells him that his brother can't. "Get up and turn it off!" he hears in a mumble through the old walls that is a loud yell on the other side. Let no one tell you that that the old manors cannot retain age in some spots.
Chris complies with a roll of his eyes, wondering what's up Wyatt's butt now. I wonder if it was really after a demon or if he was out partying again, Chris thinks. Often times, Wyatt doesn't get back to the manor until the early hours of the morning. His mother just lets it go though, saying he was out demon hunting.
Of course, if he was out past eleven at night, he'd be grounded and yelled out about how his parents were "so disappointed that he disobeyed the rules" despite how they barely gave his older brother any problems.
Wyatt was blonde and tall and buff. He didn't have muscles like Arnold Schwarzenegger but the girls zoomed around him like bees over honey or maybe girls over shoes. He was very much the playboy and was lauded as a man in his senior year.
As a junior, Chris was pretty much ignored, which didn't bother him as much now as it did when he was young and needed the parental attention. What bothered him was when people compared him to his so-great brother. Chris may not have light angelic flowing locks or be the most handsome person in the world, but he hated how people had to rub it in. His dark brown hair he kept short, but long enough to need to run a brush through it once or twice after a shower. His eyes were not the baby-blue of his father, but were a sky grey that his girlfriend liked to say reminded her of clouds.
Bianca loved the rain. Chris got to like it pretty quickly after meeting her. When he managed to push himself off of his bed, he thought of his friends to push away the thoughts of the Halliwells.
Chris had his own group of friends at Devon-Shire High in San Francisco. He was just surprised how just about all of Wyatt's friends were normal mortals when the people who flocked to himself were magically inclined.
By the time the four of them were in third grade, they could practically tell a stranger up and down whom the others were and how they acted if they had a reason to. Chris was the leader, though he didn't see himself that way. His friends knew that he was pessimistic and constantly needed attention not as the best of something, but as a person. As the son of the eldest Charmed One, he was pretty well known. What most didn't remember was that he was also Twice-Blessed. In fact, his father was an Elder, not a white lighter. As such, he probably had loads more power than his older brother.
Unfortunately for his state of mind, no one really remembered this factual theory. Well, not his family anyways. Even the demons they came across respected him in a way that they were not even afraid of the elder son.
The first friend he ever made was a girl named Candice Hendrix. He'd called her "Dice" within a week of their friendship and would later swear he had forgotten the rest of her name. She was a petite, voluptuous young woman with emerald eyes and straight red/blonde streaked long hair. Dice's powers were more of the gentle sort. She could carry sounds on the wind, meaning her hearing was much better naturally and she could spy on people much easier.
She could also wind-ward an area to keep from spying. It also allowed her to bring winds around her and heal with and travel by wind. Dice also had a slight ability for switching that she was still trying to hone. She had a fixation with all instruments and could make a Potion with the meanest of them-though her skills in the kitchen gave no sign of it. It was her way with words by far blew anyone Chris had previously known away. Part Fae, and one eighth Siren, it was hard to keep the boys off of her. An average sized frame may have once allowed her to blend in, but her beauteous magic brought many looks towards her.
Fortunately for Dice, her boyfriend Davinick Berkley was around. Almost six feet tall by the time they were out of middle school, he could easily frighten off a number of Dice's suitors. "Nic" took the weights class and had no problem showing off his muscles through tight shirts. He had no liking for the attention, but it helped to scare of people who wanted Dice's attention. Nic's powers were obviously bodily. He had super strength, though it wasn't anything in league with Superman, and a morphing ability. Not only was Nic the tallest and strongest, but he had a good head on his shoulders. Dark hair and dark brown eyes gave him a sort of dark angelic look He was also very obsessed with runes. Nic was a full witch, both his parents having had magic. Unfortunately, they had died right before the gang went into high school.
Fortunately for Nic and his cute little sister Evelyn "Flower" Berkley, they were rich. Plus, Chris's own specialties in computers kept off social services and stuff with some fake Uncle had signed for Nic's emancipation and guardianship over Flower. Evelyn often felt like her brother's friends were her other brother and sisters-they were always around. She had all of them wrapped around her finger quite early, and treated them as such. Her blonde hair made her look like a little nymph and she was quite into playing little pranks. Chris suspected that she was looking to be apprenticed to the Puck, but could not hold down evidence.
The fourth member of their little gang was Bianca Perry. Chris had sworn to Nic after their meeting that he was in love with her. She had off-blonde hair slightly lighter than her exotic skin and navy blue eyes that reminded Chris of the jeans she so loved. Born of the Phoenix clan, she had taken up the job after her father had died. Her shimmering, fireballs, and slight telekinesis showed that heritage. But Bianca could also scry with her thoughts, and read the thoughts of something touched. Her mother had been killed before she could remember, so she had been raised under her father's influence. The need to survive required money and it had been the only option. There was no way she was going into foster care.
As there was no record of either of her parents' deaths, and they had no mortal friends or jobs to hold them, it had been pretty simple to pretend that someone was caring for her. She had met Chris on a hunt and they had clicked pretty quickly. It had been his idea to go to school, though she had no real social experience. With his help and some good-rate hacking, he'd pulled up some fake files for her from an Uncle who was too embarrassed to be seen because of some battle scars or something.
In his friends' views, Chris was somewhat of the prodigy among them. Not only was he smart and cute, but he had a lot more powers than was normal. His perfect memory allowed him to remember things much easier. The only problem with this was that he had become somewhat neurotic. He was their leader but he was quite unsettled because of the favoritism of his older brother. He was quite the gentleman and had a broody sense to him.
They'd all been forgotten in a way, and maybe that was why they had formed such a bond at so young an age. Their magic was studied next to school work, and no one was the wiser. After so many years, they'd become used to no outside influence and whether it was good or bad, they conquered their problems.
Unfortunately, he still had school. Getting up, Chris stretched and collected his clothes before hurrying to the bathroom. All he had on was a pair of boxers with music notes on them. Hurrying to the bathroom, he closed the door and came face to face with his scars in the mirror.
Most of his injuries had been healed in time but he still had a large diagonal white mark from his belly button to his chest from one of the times he had gotten kidnapped. He'd had to get himself out. When he had come home, Chris had discovered that he hadn't been missed. Even after a few hours, no one had noticed that he was missing.
He had been six. And it was then that he had begun hunting demons on his own, and accepted that he wasn't really part of the Halliwell family.
There was another scar that looked like something had tried to pull his skin off when in fact something had latched onto him and gotten under his skin and tried to pull of some of his flesh. It was much smoother and less noticeable then it could have been. A circular scar about one inch in diameter was slightly bumpy under his right arm on his chest.
But he tried to ignore them as he got to his shower. It wasn't like any of the Halliwells ever did.
"Yo!" Nic called over the heads of a group of juniors dressed in heavy coats. Chris turned around and smiled at the other young man who currently had a dark blue sweatshirt with 'Do I make you sweat?' on the cover in white. "Dude, there's a gathering at one of the Blue Hollow grounds tonight. You busy?" he asked. He knew that the other boy wasn't as the only thing he ever did was hang out with him and their girls or go home to sleep.
"Sure, Nic. Which one?"
"The grand docks in California, I think." He stated.
"Cool. Did you remember to study for the Bio test?"
"Study? Test?" Nic asked after a second.
"Yeah, the one Mr. Marks said will be a big review for the semester final."
"Crap," Nic said after a second, before turning his eyes on Chris. The twice-blessed rolled his relaxed stormy eyes before pulling a folder from the tiny sac on his shoulder. It was weightless and had a whole lot more then it looked able to carry. But he had the school folders on the first pocket along with the materials he'd need. He'd figured that Nic would forget about it and had been ready. Nic's puppy-eyes only worked on his girlfriend.
"Here," Chris said with a roll of his eyes before Nic could ask.
Nic sighed in relief. "Thanks dude," and then he changed the subject. "You talked to the girls yet?" he asked.
"Nope," and then leaning back against one of the rafters, Chris closed his eyes and sent out a mental probe. –"Hey, love."-
-"Chris!"- a shouted reply made him wince, though he took in a mental view of his girlfriend. He opened his eyes again and laughed softly as he met his friend's eyes.
"What?"
"Bianca was showering."
Nic snickered. "Was?"
"Now she's just covered in pink soap," and he gave a boyish smirk that could melt the hardest of souls. He might have been far more experienced than other people, but there was something about him that just made him seem so innocent.
Nic gave an outright laugh. "And you actually-" He gave a yelp as someone jumped on his back but knew better than to kick off that clinging vine with the feminine laughter. He gave a basic glare all around to everyone around him as they looked for the source of the musical sound.
"What's going on now?" she asked, a humorous tone to her question. She was wearing a pink sweater with a black 'I can blow you away' on it for the weather. December was cold and the day was only slightly foggy, but they were used to the San Franciscan weather.
"Nothing much," Chris replied, "But there is some kind of gathering over in Blue Hollow tonight."
"Oh, really? Where?" she asked.
"Some of the more deserted docks in California," her boyfriend replied. She leaned down to kiss him and Chris rolled his eyes good naturedly. He'd have done the same with his own girlfriend, but that didn't mean he had to see so much o fit in the middle of some words with his friends.
Looking down at his watch, he realised there was only a few minutes left before first period. "Later guys," but they didn't hear him, to into one another. "Remember to look at the Bio notes," he said a little bit louder to catch their attention.
He left them after a nod. The gang shared first lunch and the last three classes but no one had first hour together. Second Chris shared a class with Dice, and third hour Bianca had a class with Nic, but they were pretty much alone otherwise.
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Period 1- Chris: Math 5-8, Bianca: Computers, Dice: Choir, Nic: Math 3-4.
Period 2- Chris: English 5-8, Bianca: Math 5-8, Dice: English 5-8, Nic: Wood Works.
Period 3- Chris: Adv. Computers, Bianca: English 5-8, Dice: Math 5-8, Nic: Weights.
Lunch
Period 4- Biology with Mr. Marks
Period 5- Art with Ms. Mason
Period 6- American History with Mrs. Lee.
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The only person who truly worked for her grades was Dice. Nic just shuffled along comfortable while Bianca was fine with Bs. Chris got As most of the time though he didn't really try for them. He hadn't been very noticed in the family for them despite the fact that Wyatt Matthew Halliwell got average Cs in everything but his Weight class.
Nic was against taking Accelerated English until that last two years. He said he'd use the basic math classes to fill up extra space. He did share his third hour with Chris's brother, Wyatt, however. The other man did not even recognize him for a friend of his brother's. That class had really made the young man realize how far out of their youngest son's life the Halliwells really were.
The first three classes of the day went by pretty slow, but lunch was a relief. Chris orbed them to China town for some real lunch. A friend of theirs owned a little restaurant and let them eat there free. They'd used that permission at least a couple of times a week and would often sit down and talk with Mau Kea-Lee about various things from their school projects to homework and demon hauntings. Mau Kea-Lee would often pass on information. The man had quite a few magical beings on his payroll that just wanted to stay out of the way of anyone looking for players on the sides.
Of course, Mau was pretty quiet about what else he did. The Kea-Lees were an old Asian mystical family who dealt in the holding of magical artifacts- a black market bank of sorts for the magical. Bianca and Dice had run across an accident waiting to happen in a little boy that had suddenly appeared in the Zoo on a field trip wearing dragon regalia of his family. They'd roped their boys into helping him find his family, and Sr. Mau had been quite taken with the helpers. It had been just a little later that Flower and Nic had lost their parents.
Flower came over after her school –she was just in first grade- was over for the day, and she would 'jump' back home by four o' clock.
Jumping was Nic's and Evelyn's way of getting from place to place. She could only do it in areas she was familiar with, such as her home and in the back of the small restaurant where there was a door to the Kea-Lee family manor. Evelyn and Jun were good friends. Jun's mother Atkan made them a good snack and then would often sit with them for twenty minutes of meditation.
Flower had been familiar with it already because her brother and 'other siblings' had taught her. They were still young though and were not really fully capable of being parents. Atkan acted as a second mother to the girl and Bianca suspected that there would probably be some kind of unofficial marriage contract between Jun and Flower if things kept going the way they were.
They got back to school in record time and were there for the Bio test. Chris went through it pretty easily, as did Bianca who was used to gore and the literal insides. Dice believed she had gotten at least an 82 percent on the test, and Nic was just thanking Chris for the notes.
Ms. Mason was pretty lax in her class and the four just gathered at one table and worked on a group abstract pencil drawing with a paper the exact size of the table. They each would sign a corner when they were done, but for now, they contented themselves to listening to their iPod Nanos and speaking softly while doodling away.
While none of them were really into history, though Chris was half-obsessed with magical history, the class was somewhat fun. Mrs. Lee often had them doing flashcard games and watching movie clips. Many times they would do investigations of sorts on curious things like the disappearance of the first American colony, Roanoke, or discussing the JFK thing. They'd take notes, explain theories, and then come up with their own.
It was refreshing for a class and Chris was happy for the teacher whom hadn't realised she was pregnant yet. Sensing Auras occasionally came in handy-especially when trying to avoid his relatives.
School finally ended by 2:30 pm and the four of them made their way to Devon-Shire Park on the grounds of the high school. Many kids went there after school to smoke pot or something, but the gang went to the usually-empty playground and sat around on the swings. Sometimes they would push each other around on the carrousel. They'd orb/shimmer/jump/wind away half an hour later. Bianca was free to go back to her apartment or do whatever she wanted, but Nic had promised to check in with Flower by then. It was the only time Dice was expected back at her dad's place, but Chris was supposed to be home by then all the time. He just orbed to the tree at the corner of his block and walked to the manor.
"Hey mom," Chris said airily while jogging up the stairs to lay his bag in his room.
"Oh, Chris," his mother said, as if she hadn't seen him come in. "We're going out to celebrate a big scholarship for college that your brother got. It's for over $500 dollars." She replied.
Chris blew air out of his nose noisily. Why couldn't they have told me this earlier, say the day before so he could have not made plans? He thought.
"What?" she asked, seeing this look of frustration.
Chris looked down, surprised. She was sitting on the couch, and he was surprised that she had actually noticed him. "Nothing. I just have to rain check my plans now." He replied. Though Chris made sure not to put any bitterness or feelings into this reply other then that he was answering her question, a flicker followed over her features.
"Well, Christopher," he winced, hating his full first name, "you'll just have to ignore those little plans. It's important that we show your brother how proud of him we are that he got good enough grades to earn part of his tuition," she replied, not sure of or why she was mad.
He turned his head so she wouldn't see the smile that didn't reach his eyes or the slighted anger, "Yeah, I know." He was already upstairs before she could think of replying.
Chris got to his room and dropped the bag on the chair (he wasn't worried about anything inside getting damaged over anything less than a level four fireball) before sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. He blew out noisily and closed his eyes. Concentrating, he sent out a three-way mental probe to his friends. He was the only one with active telepathy, but he could bend its use to his friends when he concentrated enough.
-"My mom slapped a thing on me. I can't go out till later."-
-"Aw man,"- he heard Nic, already seeing how the other young man would have scrunched his face to roll his eyes, -"I heard there was going to be a bonfire"-
-"Oh well, I can probably think of someone to hunt down for some cash"-
-"No, go on with out me"- Chris cut his girlfriend off. –"Have some fun without me and throw a few wood chips in for me. Just because I'm not going to have fun doesn't mean any of you need to go without."-
-"Well, if you're sure…"- both of the girls replied with doubt. It was rare to have fun anywhere unless there was either two or four of them there at a time.
-"Yeah, go ahead. If we're back early enough, I'll imagine myself over there before eleven."- Something interesting about his own skill at Astral Projection was that he could see his ghostly when he was awake with a little concentration. But when he did it when he was asleep, he could make his form physical as if he was really there. He liked to party like that with his friends sometimes because it let him get more sleep. Plus, it was a good thing to use when they were stuck somewhere, say, the underworld inside crystals.
-"Okay dude, but don't annoy your parents. We need to avoid trouble and all"-
-"Yeah, I know"- Chris replied, speaking of their plan that was to be implemented soon.
-"Oh, about that. I've gotten all the herbs and the different sands we'll need"- Dice cut in.
-"And I've got the runes and things perfected for it"- Nic said.
-"So will we be ready? We only have few days left."-
-"Yeah,"- Dice said.
-"Yep."- was the lip that Bianca gave.
-"All we need now is to actually do it"- Nic said though their line.
-"Great. Later."- Chris said shortly before untapping the connection. He stayed laid back with his eyes closed for a while, thinking over the plan.
They'd been planning this since the end of seventh grade. On the winter solstice, in four days, they would be gathering on a deserted beach at six o' clock and at the exact time of the late solstice, they would chant and draw blood, binding them together. It would do more then offer them more power though, and allow them to share and open them to their powers. It would utterly bind them together. It would make sure that none of them could turn to the dark. It would assure all of them that they had someone to count on.
And then none of them would be alone.
Flower would have two brothers and two sisters.
And then they would always be assured that they were not alone.
The night went slowly but Chris hardly paid any attention. There were hardly any words said to him and he said only what was necessary. "Congrats, Wyatt." Once upon a time he had been his brother, but now he was never "Wy," not ever.
Wyatt smiled back but then went back to his doting family, the crazy widowed Aunts looking at Wyatt and whispering to their young girls that they should be just like him. He'd never been close to any of them though he suspected that maybe his cousins would join him in the 'not Wyatt' category by the time they got older.
He looks at Pammy, Patty, and Patsy, Paige's three triplets. They are paying no attention to Wyatt. They're in their own little world. It's Penny, Phoebe's only daughter, that he is worried about. She's seven years old and looking at Wyatt as if he is the second coming of… well, he is the second coming of Arthur. But she looks star struck.
He has this cold feeling that it is going to get her killed. Chris had long learned that things were better when he listened to his feelings. And this one worried him more than he cared to admit.
Though he had never really been close to any of them, they were still his blood. He cared. And suddenly he got chills. Wyatt was twice-blessed. Wyatt had obvious powers-he was the perfect savior. But what if… what if he wasn't able to save his family from himself?
His alarm goes off again and his eyes open. They scrunch back and he gives a groan when the light from his opened window hits his eyes. He quickly remembers the night before and his concerns. The alarm only goes off when he gets up to turn it off fully. He suspects Wyatt is already gone.
He is already half way to the shower when he realizes its Saturday. Without bothering to send a probe to her mind, Chris orbs over to Bianca's flat. His smiley boxers are all he has on and she is already ogling him when he comes in. Bianca is on the dark blue fluffy couch, only some small lingering traces of sleep wear left. Chris's eyes narrow and he unconsciously licks his lips.
"Chris!" Bianca yells, surprised that he is there. She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings.
"Hey Bi," he replies, going to her and kissing her. "How was your night?" She shrugs and pulls him back down.
"Boring. You weren't there." She replies. Bianca doesn't want to talk.
She is responding quickly and nearly pulls him down to the couch with her. It isn't long before their heavy in a make out session, tongues dueling for a dominance they'll never have over the other.
He's kissing her neck now and she can't help but moan, the stirring in her belly not something new around him. One of her legs falls to the floor, wile her right leg straddles her boyfriend's body above her. Yes, she thinks, this is going to be a good day.
And all their thoughts are pretty soon forgotten.
-"Dudes"- they hear. Asleep, they push it away at first.
-"Chris, Bianca, Wake up!"- Chris groans. He's naked under a sheet. Looking around, he wonders when he got pulled to the bedroom. Looking to his right, he sees his girlfriend groggily lick her lips and yawn.
-"What's up Nic"- They aren't sure which one of them asked the question, but it doesn't really matter. So long after spreading the single link through the four of them alone has given them all a little ability to tap into it, whether Chris consciously dictated it or not.
-"Flower hasn't come home yet"- They're up now. She was supposed to have been with Jun Kea-Lee for a sleep over the night before.
-"Have you jumped over to their familial house yet?"-
-"I tried, but it's like there is some kind of ward over it or something."- They jump up now even with their bones and muscles protesting the movement.
–"We'll be right over"- There is no reason that there should be any ward up around the place.
Chris pulls on an old pair of jeans and a black shirt under his sweater. He slips a little pouch in his pocket. It's another keyhole to a bunch of supplies. He doesn't go anywhere without it. Bianca is naked from the waste up, her short jeans having been ties back on pretty quickly. Chris has to help her find her bra, which turned up behind on of the comforters in the living room. Its not more than two minutes before they both turn up in an apartment a couple miles away.
"Where's Dice?" Bianca asks her 'brother.'
"Right here," the blonde with red streaks shows herself, her emerald eyes worry-filled. She too loves Flower and is worried. They all are. They stand in a circle without having to think about it. Clockwise, its Bianca, then Chris, then Nic, and then Dice.
"So, what do we do?"
"I got some of my warding kits," Nic pulls out a small scroll, "and the directions for breaking in. We can make a one-way incision through whatever we can't go through normally." It's dangerous. They don't know what is on the other side or what side effects the wards might have with the hole.
But they are worried about Flower and Jun and they need to know what is going on.
"Okay. So, I'll create a quick spell. Bianca, you should set up the markings for the hole to go in with some of the newer chalk. Nic, make sure that's everything we need. Dice, why don't you start working on some more spells in case we need to get out." Everyone nodded and as one, Bianca shimmered them across the street from the restaurant they frequented.
The sun was out and warm on their skin. If they were to read a clock somewhere close by, they would find it was just after 1 o' clock. They made their way to the restaurant, suspiciously closed. The sign on the door was crooked and hadn't been moved since the night before.
It looked deserted. Chris tried to suppress the chills that traveled up his spine.
In a group they made their way to the restaurant. Dice had to switch around the locks with her magic fingers before they could go in-they didn't want to break the door and cause unwanted attention. No one was watching them and maybe that was part of it that tingled on their too-easy senses.
Looking around, Bianca saw no one-it was suddenly like a ghost town and she began to feel like she was on a job. She schooled her features and had a quick mental discussion with her hubby and friends. They had been ready to go in and find their little midgets with some magic. But the sensibilities now said they'd be into something bigger.
TBC…
Okay, Ive had this for a long time and am posting it only because i keep almost losing it. Enjoy please but I beg of no flames. They make me cry and not want to write anymore. Also, there will be random updates as usual though I have the next chapter waiting to be beta'd. If you want the job just ask. First come first serve of course. And yes for all those here, it is a Chris/Bianca fic. There is a surprise in the sequel thingy im planning but no promises as I haven't gotten there yet.