Charmed Fan-Fiction

Rated: T (Just to be safe)

Takes Place after Prince Charmed, except Leo never said he trusted Chris.

Bad Memories (Name MIGHT change)

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Charmed, it would still be running. So, obviously, I DON'T own Charmed!

Chris sighed; the sisters and Leo had just kicked him out. He had saved Wyatt, and they had kicked him out! His own family! Well, technically they didn't know he was family, they didn't know that he was the son of a Charmed One, the son of the eldest, the son of Piper Halliwell. They had kicked him out because he had let them know that Wyatt, their precious twice-blessed, sweet, angel would become evil. Luckily, they didn't kick him out of P3, and then he would have no where to go. After all, he was from the future. He had no drivers license, no ID, no Birth Certificate, no nothing.

He looked down at the city from his perch on Golden Gate Bridge; he went there often to think. He was waiting for the sisters to leave the manor, so he could take a look at the Book of Shadows. Since he now had limited use on it, he decided he'd take a look at it whenever the sisters weren't home. He did NOT want to get blown up by Piper. He closed his eyes to sense if anybody was in the house. Paige and baby Wyatt were the only ones in there. He'd just have to wait until they were in bed, or until they left. He doubted they would go anywhere since it was 10 a' clock, and Wyatt would be ready to go to bed in a couple of minutes.

The cold wind, whipped right threw his jacket; it was November, after all. He couldn't even feel anything anymore, he was so cold. He had been sitting on the bridge for about 3 hours now. He sighed, and orbed himself to a warm P3. Luckily, the club was closed tonight, so he'd be able to get some sleep, for once.

Chris was a little uneasy when he orbed into P3, and tripped over a chair.

"Ow." He moaned, rubbing his head where he had collided with the hard floor.

Piper was behind the bar making sure she had enough of everything for tomorrow, when she heard the crash. She raised her hands ready for a demon attack, when she saw Chris standing up and sliding the chair back in front of the table. She just sighed when she saw him, causing Chris to turn around in her direction.

Piper instantly gasped when she saw her young whitelighter, he was pale, and he had dark circles underneath his eyes as though he hadn't slept in days.

"You okay, Piper?" Chris asked when he heard Piper gasp.

"Of course!" she snapped back to him.

Why don't I kick him out of the club? Piper asked herself. Oh yah, he's from the future, he'd have no where to go. She reminded herself.

Chris just nodded and walked into the backroom of P3, leaving Piper standing there. She just sighed and got back to her work.

Chris flopped down on the torn-up couch, half-expecting Piper to burst in, and kick him out of the club. Piper couldn't be that cold-hearted, could she? But then again, she probably did think he was a cold-hearted killer or something, and that wouldn't mean she would be cold-hearted then, because she would only be looking out for her family.

He laid down, as he felt a twinge of sadness pass over him. One single tear made a path down his cheek, but he didn't allow any others to come, he wouldn't allow any others. He couldn't get all emotional now. He had to finish his job, to save Wyatt. Chris tried to keep his eyes open; he had to stay up so he could check the book later. But his eyes felt like heavy weights, and he shut them falling fast asleep. He didn't even see, or hear the demon shimmer in next to him.

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