Title: Future Tense
Author: Tatt Skywalker Series: Charmed - Season Six Rating: PG-14 Disclaimer: ::stands up and clears throat:: Uh... Hi. My name is Tatt and I'm a fanfic-aholic. I don't, uh, own any of the, uh, shows or characters that I, uh, write about. So, uh, please - Don't Sue Me.
A/N: This begins *right* after the season finale. Like... *right* after. I don't remember Darryl's wife's name... if they even said... I missed that part. ::sigh:: So, I've named her Marrisa. M'kay? On with the fic.
Future Tense by Tatt Skywalker
Chapter One.
The rain fell in torents. Something had happened; something had gone wrong. Twenty-three years ago, the rain had stopped at 8:37 PM. The wave of odd weather around the world instantly cleared. The world was returned to harmony.
But it 9:23.
Out in the distance, the time shun along the side of a building. It was hard to see through the trees, yet the lumenesent lights could be seen from the park bench by the large oak tree. Rather, from under the bench by the large oak tree. And, also, technically, from under an old newspaper. It was laying there, that Zack first realized that his mission had failed.
***
"Darryl, Marrisa," Paige said, "meet Chris."
The young man shook the the hands of the detective and his wife. "Nice to meet you." Then, to Phoebe, "... they... know?"
She nodded. This seemed to set him somewhat at ease and he relaxed a bit.
"Okay, come on," Phoebe told everyone. "Let's eat. We've got lots of food. Good food."
The group allowed themselves to be ushered into the dinning room. With a moment of hesitation, everyone took their places, Darryl and Marrisa sitting in the closest two empty seats. This left an uncomfortable situation - the only open seat was Leo's.
"Well, come on, Chris," Piper said. "Sit down before it gets cold."
Reluctantly, the young man sat down. She added after he had taken his seat, "It's a celebration for you, too. You're promotion. Isn't it?"
He looked at her. "Uh... yeah. How'd you know?"
She smiled. "Good guess."
"Did I miss something there?" Phoebe asked with a small laugh.
"Really?" Paige inquired at the same time. "That's great! But, you can't go back to the future?"
Chris shook his head. "The Elders, they decided it would be best if I just stayed here. Instead of returning to a future that.... well, isn't mine any more."
"Future?" Darryl asked, confused.
"Uh, yeah," came Paige's response. "Chris came from... the future! He came to help us defeat the Titans..."
Phoebe interrupted. "Long story. Let's eat, huh?"
For the rest of the meal, it seemed that everyone skirted anything relating to Leo in anyway - even Wyatt. No one was sure of how to act in this situation. Luckily, things went well. The meal was finished after a little while and from there they retired into the living room. A small discussion, and their guests were on their way.
"Don't tell me that wasn't awkward," Piper said, "because it was. People. Please, I'm okay. I'm happy for my husband."
Phoebe began to comfort her sister but quickly recoiled. "Oh, no."
"What?"
"Uh... Elsie's going to kill me..." she answered. "I've got to go in."
"Now?" Paige whispered. "Phoebe..."
Piper interceeded. "Go, Paige, Chris, orb her."
Phoebe shook her head. "No, no, I'm not that late." She gave a heavey sigh. "Piper... I don't want to leave you here..."
"I'm not alone," she replied. "I've got Paige and Chris." A cry came from upstairs. "And Wyatt. So, go. Go, go. Shoo."
With one last look back, she relented and darted out of the house.
***
"It's about time!" Elsie exclaimed as Phoebe walked into the office.
"I know, I know," she responded. "I'm sorry..."
Her boss gave her a look but instantly let up. "How can I be mad at the star of the hour?"
"Yeah..."
Elsie laid down a paper in front of her that read: "Goddess of Charity?" with a picture of Phoebe in her Goddess attire. She felt her face turn red. "This is-"
"Great," Elsie interrupted her. "But, you still have a column due. So, off you go, off you busy, busy... bee."
Her boss gave her one more smile before she headed off.
Phoebe sighed and turned to her office. Her secretary had taken the day off and the place looked desolate. With a turn of her key, the door opened and Phoebe walked in. It was all she could do to hold back a scream as she made out the form of a person in the darkness.
"Please," the young man lying on her couch said. "Please, don't scream. I won't hurt you... even if you do scream. But, please, don't."
Quickly, she shut the door behind her, but kept her distance. "Who are you?"
He struggled into a sitting position in order to face her. "I'm L... Zack... Wellington... Halstead..."
"Who?"
"Zackary Wellington-Halstead," he repeated weakily. "I'm... I... need to talk to you. I... need to... talk to you."
He gripped his side and rolled off the couch. With a moment's hesitation, Phoebe hit the ground beside him. She could see clearly now the large wound that he had been concieling. "Oh... oh, my..."
Struggling with consciousness, the young man weakily grabbed her arm. "Don't call Chris," he growled and then passed out.
Phoebe scooted away slowly and then grabbed her cell phone. She quickly dialed home and held the phone to her ear as she kept watch over her new "friend".
"Hello?"
"Piper!" she exclaimed, realizing it was not the person she wanted. "Uh... Piper, could you get me Paige?"
"Okay..." her sister responded and called out, "Paige!"
Phoebe heared footsteps and then, "Hello?"
"Paige!"
"Phoebe!"
She sighed. "Paige, you need to get here. Now."
"What? Why?" Paige asked.
"Don't... don't ask. Just, come." Then, "and don't tell Piper. Or... Chris."
"Wh-"
Phoebe hung up the phone.
There came a knocking at the office door. "Phoebe? Phoebe? You in there?"
"Uh, yeah. Elsie, I'm in here," she answered.
"I've got something for -"
"Can it, can it wait? I'm really... in the zone for this one," Phoebe lied, hoping her boss would buy it. "I'll, uh, I'll talk you when I lose... the zone..."
There was a moment's pause. "Okay... I'll come back later..."
"Great!" Phoebe exclaimed. "See you soon!" She instantly kidded herself for the stupidest-sounding lie she had ever told. Her attention was soon drawn to the sparkle of blue and white light that appeared in the corner.
"Phoebe, I don't know what could be so urgent that you have to call me and- " She saw the man laying on the floor. "What happened?"
"I don't know," her sister answered. "Just heal."
Paige bent down beside him and placed her hands slightly over the young man's wound. It glowed and quickly healed. There was a groan and Zack opened his eyes.
"Paige," he whispered.
"Yeah..."
Zack pushed himself into a sitting position, using the couch as a back rest. He leaned his head back for a minute and gripped the bridge of his nose. Then, when he remembered the two sisters were still looking at him, he turned again to face them.
"I'm... sorry..."
"Who are you?" Paige demanded.
"I'm Zack-"
"Wellington-Halstead," Phoebe repeated. "Who *are* you?"
He sighed. "I'm from the future. I'm here to help you, and, believe me, you need it."
"You can from the future to help us?" Paige said skeptically. "Sorry, bub. Already heard that story this week."
Zack laughed. "Chris, right? My God... I can't believe he did-" His sentence was disrupted by a searing pain through his skull. Involuntarily, he shot forward and hit the floor again. Gripping his head, he looked up at them. "He's not here to help you." There was another violent shock. "Don't... don't tell him I'm here..."
Again, he was unconsious.
"What is going on, Phoebe?" Paige demanded.
"I don't know!" she shouted, then, realizing she was at work, began to whisper. "He was here when I got here. He asked for help but not from Chris. How did he know about Chris?"
"Maybe he really is from the future..."
***
Author: Tatt Skywalker Series: Charmed - Season Six Rating: PG-14 Disclaimer: ::stands up and clears throat:: Uh... Hi. My name is Tatt and I'm a fanfic-aholic. I don't, uh, own any of the, uh, shows or characters that I, uh, write about. So, uh, please - Don't Sue Me.
A/N: This begins *right* after the season finale. Like... *right* after. I don't remember Darryl's wife's name... if they even said... I missed that part. ::sigh:: So, I've named her Marrisa. M'kay? On with the fic.
Future Tense by Tatt Skywalker
Chapter One.
The rain fell in torents. Something had happened; something had gone wrong. Twenty-three years ago, the rain had stopped at 8:37 PM. The wave of odd weather around the world instantly cleared. The world was returned to harmony.
But it 9:23.
Out in the distance, the time shun along the side of a building. It was hard to see through the trees, yet the lumenesent lights could be seen from the park bench by the large oak tree. Rather, from under the bench by the large oak tree. And, also, technically, from under an old newspaper. It was laying there, that Zack first realized that his mission had failed.
***
"Darryl, Marrisa," Paige said, "meet Chris."
The young man shook the the hands of the detective and his wife. "Nice to meet you." Then, to Phoebe, "... they... know?"
She nodded. This seemed to set him somewhat at ease and he relaxed a bit.
"Okay, come on," Phoebe told everyone. "Let's eat. We've got lots of food. Good food."
The group allowed themselves to be ushered into the dinning room. With a moment of hesitation, everyone took their places, Darryl and Marrisa sitting in the closest two empty seats. This left an uncomfortable situation - the only open seat was Leo's.
"Well, come on, Chris," Piper said. "Sit down before it gets cold."
Reluctantly, the young man sat down. She added after he had taken his seat, "It's a celebration for you, too. You're promotion. Isn't it?"
He looked at her. "Uh... yeah. How'd you know?"
She smiled. "Good guess."
"Did I miss something there?" Phoebe asked with a small laugh.
"Really?" Paige inquired at the same time. "That's great! But, you can't go back to the future?"
Chris shook his head. "The Elders, they decided it would be best if I just stayed here. Instead of returning to a future that.... well, isn't mine any more."
"Future?" Darryl asked, confused.
"Uh, yeah," came Paige's response. "Chris came from... the future! He came to help us defeat the Titans..."
Phoebe interrupted. "Long story. Let's eat, huh?"
For the rest of the meal, it seemed that everyone skirted anything relating to Leo in anyway - even Wyatt. No one was sure of how to act in this situation. Luckily, things went well. The meal was finished after a little while and from there they retired into the living room. A small discussion, and their guests were on their way.
"Don't tell me that wasn't awkward," Piper said, "because it was. People. Please, I'm okay. I'm happy for my husband."
Phoebe began to comfort her sister but quickly recoiled. "Oh, no."
"What?"
"Uh... Elsie's going to kill me..." she answered. "I've got to go in."
"Now?" Paige whispered. "Phoebe..."
Piper interceeded. "Go, Paige, Chris, orb her."
Phoebe shook her head. "No, no, I'm not that late." She gave a heavey sigh. "Piper... I don't want to leave you here..."
"I'm not alone," she replied. "I've got Paige and Chris." A cry came from upstairs. "And Wyatt. So, go. Go, go. Shoo."
With one last look back, she relented and darted out of the house.
***
"It's about time!" Elsie exclaimed as Phoebe walked into the office.
"I know, I know," she responded. "I'm sorry..."
Her boss gave her a look but instantly let up. "How can I be mad at the star of the hour?"
"Yeah..."
Elsie laid down a paper in front of her that read: "Goddess of Charity?" with a picture of Phoebe in her Goddess attire. She felt her face turn red. "This is-"
"Great," Elsie interrupted her. "But, you still have a column due. So, off you go, off you busy, busy... bee."
Her boss gave her one more smile before she headed off.
Phoebe sighed and turned to her office. Her secretary had taken the day off and the place looked desolate. With a turn of her key, the door opened and Phoebe walked in. It was all she could do to hold back a scream as she made out the form of a person in the darkness.
"Please," the young man lying on her couch said. "Please, don't scream. I won't hurt you... even if you do scream. But, please, don't."
Quickly, she shut the door behind her, but kept her distance. "Who are you?"
He struggled into a sitting position in order to face her. "I'm L... Zack... Wellington... Halstead..."
"Who?"
"Zackary Wellington-Halstead," he repeated weakily. "I'm... I... need to talk to you. I... need to... talk to you."
He gripped his side and rolled off the couch. With a moment's hesitation, Phoebe hit the ground beside him. She could see clearly now the large wound that he had been concieling. "Oh... oh, my..."
Struggling with consciousness, the young man weakily grabbed her arm. "Don't call Chris," he growled and then passed out.
Phoebe scooted away slowly and then grabbed her cell phone. She quickly dialed home and held the phone to her ear as she kept watch over her new "friend".
"Hello?"
"Piper!" she exclaimed, realizing it was not the person she wanted. "Uh... Piper, could you get me Paige?"
"Okay..." her sister responded and called out, "Paige!"
Phoebe heared footsteps and then, "Hello?"
"Paige!"
"Phoebe!"
She sighed. "Paige, you need to get here. Now."
"What? Why?" Paige asked.
"Don't... don't ask. Just, come." Then, "and don't tell Piper. Or... Chris."
"Wh-"
Phoebe hung up the phone.
There came a knocking at the office door. "Phoebe? Phoebe? You in there?"
"Uh, yeah. Elsie, I'm in here," she answered.
"I've got something for -"
"Can it, can it wait? I'm really... in the zone for this one," Phoebe lied, hoping her boss would buy it. "I'll, uh, I'll talk you when I lose... the zone..."
There was a moment's pause. "Okay... I'll come back later..."
"Great!" Phoebe exclaimed. "See you soon!" She instantly kidded herself for the stupidest-sounding lie she had ever told. Her attention was soon drawn to the sparkle of blue and white light that appeared in the corner.
"Phoebe, I don't know what could be so urgent that you have to call me and- " She saw the man laying on the floor. "What happened?"
"I don't know," her sister answered. "Just heal."
Paige bent down beside him and placed her hands slightly over the young man's wound. It glowed and quickly healed. There was a groan and Zack opened his eyes.
"Paige," he whispered.
"Yeah..."
Zack pushed himself into a sitting position, using the couch as a back rest. He leaned his head back for a minute and gripped the bridge of his nose. Then, when he remembered the two sisters were still looking at him, he turned again to face them.
"I'm... sorry..."
"Who are you?" Paige demanded.
"I'm Zack-"
"Wellington-Halstead," Phoebe repeated. "Who *are* you?"
He sighed. "I'm from the future. I'm here to help you, and, believe me, you need it."
"You can from the future to help us?" Paige said skeptically. "Sorry, bub. Already heard that story this week."
Zack laughed. "Chris, right? My God... I can't believe he did-" His sentence was disrupted by a searing pain through his skull. Involuntarily, he shot forward and hit the floor again. Gripping his head, he looked up at them. "He's not here to help you." There was another violent shock. "Don't... don't tell him I'm here..."
Again, he was unconsious.
"What is going on, Phoebe?" Paige demanded.
"I don't know!" she shouted, then, realizing she was at work, began to whisper. "He was here when I got here. He asked for help but not from Chris. How did he know about Chris?"
"Maybe he really is from the future..."
***