ZOMIGOSH HAI GUYS! It's been a long long time since I've written on here! And I'm still getting favorites on "My World!" Yay! But sadly, reviews have ceased. Anyway, remember the idea for my sequel? Well, this is it! I have no idea where I'm going with it, but I got an idea for the start, so let's just roll with it and see where it takes us!
Okay, so the idea of the beginning is that this takes place during "Hyde School Reunion." The episode where we find out what happens to Piper (kinda). So i may be re-using an entry from "My World." Anyway, you guys just needed to know the episode for the timing :D
Last thing. You guys know my system, but let me refresh your memory anyway. Bold font (like this) is my interruptions in the story, but I promise to mostly keep those at the beginning and the end. Italicis thoughts (no matter who the character is) and Underline font is flashbacks/memories. This doesn't apply to direct quotes from the episode thought, mmkay! Now let's begin, shall we? As always, I don't own Charmed! Don't sue me! :P Enjoy!
Piper: You okay?
Victor: Who says I'm okay?
Chris: Don't worry. You'll get used to orbing in the future.
Piper: I thought something might have happened to you!
Chris: No! We're fine. We just...talked.
And so it begins! Right now I've got it in Chris's point of view, but I doubt it will stay that way, just so you know.
I knew Piper was about to ask me what Grandpa and I had been talking about. Turns out, I didn't have to think of an evasive answer.
She never got the chance.
I jumped as a bright blue flash lit up the attic wall. As two yelling figures came flying out of it, I grabbed Piper and went across the room, grabbing heavy objects and poising to throw them at the strangers in the attic. Page already had Victor behind her, much to his displeasure. "Who are you?" I shouted at the two people lying facedown on the floor. "Why are you here?"
The two dazed people stood up, shaking their heads and looking around. With a shock, I recognized one of them. Brown eyes had to look up at me as the shorter of the two shot me a smug smile. "Hiya, Chris!"
My heart stopped. No. Way. I took in the person before me. It was clear she was a woman of strength in everything she did. The way she stood, poised in a fighting stance while appearing relaxed and casual, the obvious muscles that made sharp angles in her bare calves and arms while doing nothing to take away from her curvy femininity. Her skin was tanned, a lot darker than I remembered, and it was clear that she was of Spanish heritage. Her hair was different, too. It was a short red and black pixie cut before. Now it was in a pony tail that reached the tops of her shoulders, and she had dyed it a deep blue-black. The first time I had seen her, however, I had only vaguely noticed any of her features other than the scar slashing across her face-beginning at her left temple, across the bridge of her nose, and stopping at her right cheekbone.
Madre de Dios. "Sky?" I had meant to ask her calmly, but my voice came out a breathless whisper.
Her smile widened, and her voice was just as soft as mine. "Hey, you."
The room went dark, except around her, and if anyone made any sound, it didn't register to my brain. "You're... Here."
She tilted her head slightly. "Yeah. I am." Our eyes met, and I nearly got lost in her gaze.
Piper snapped us out of it. "Excuse me! You two know each other? Who is this?"
Sky looked hurt. "You... Don't remember?"
Mom's expression turned confused. "Remember?"
Her face softened. "No, I guess not, huh? Of course." She turned to me. "So the spell worked fine?"
Paige turned to me. "Spell?"
I shook my head. "Uh, Mom, this is Sky. She's a...friend. From the future." Sky quirked an eyebrow at the word "friend."
"And the guy?" Paige asked.
Guy? I turned to the other person, who stepped closer and laid an arm around Sky's shoulders. His hair was a mess of reddish-brown curls on his head. His hazel eyes were fiery, and they flicked between me and Sky. She gave him a reassuring smile, and his face practically lit up, though it was clear she didn't notice. He was tall and pale, and he was also shirtless. I realized Sky's flat stomach was exposed and the cloth wrapped around the guys abdomen as makeshift bandages matched the blue material of her torn shirt.
He looked down at himself. "Sorry about my appearance. We had a run-in with some hostile demons on the way here. The one with the claws decided it didn't like my outfit." He shot Sky an amused smile and then looked at me and Mom. "The name is Terrance, but I prefer Trace, if you don't mind."
I looked between him and Sky, and I noted her comfortably leaning against his chest, careful to avoid the red spot on the "bandages."
I didn't like him. "Trace?"
"You must be Chris." He extended a hand to me. "Nice to meet you." I shook it. His grip was firm, but not in a challenging way.
"So, not to sound unwelcoming, but why are you here?" Sky's smile faded, and Trace pulled her closer to him. I refrained from narrowing my eyes and sending a glare his way.
She frowned at me. "You mean... You don't know?"
"Know what?"
She traded a look with Trace, and simultaneously their eyes widened and they immediately tensed. "You..." She drifted. "You didn't ask us to come here, did you?"
My face probably looked like a question mark. "I haven't talked to you since-" I glanced at my mother. "Since I left the future."
"Well crap" Trace sighed.
"What's going on?" Mom said, sounding annoyed. Sky reached into her shirt-which was an interesting sight to see-and pulled out a piece of paper. I glanced at it, and was surprised to see my handwriting.
Sky,
I know you won't believe I'm writing this, so answer me this. What did one halfling say to the other? Friend or foe? I need your help. Please come. Soon.
Chris
I blinked. "You thought this was from me?"
She looked between me and Trace. "Only two people know about my parents," she whispered. "And Trace was with me when I found it in the floorboard."
Ah. I would never forget the night Sky told me she was the daughter of a Siren. Her voice still haunted me in my dreams. That explained the halfling part.
I smiled as I remembered the first thing Sky had ever said to me. She had been in the middle of kicking some serious demon ass when I showed up with the Pertinacia, the future Resistance, to help her out. She'd held a knife to my throat and asked me if I was a friend or a foe.
"Let me get this straight," Trace interrupted my train of thought. "You didn't send this to us?"
"No."
He looked at Sky. "So whoever did wanted us in the past, and they wanted us to find Chris."
She grimaced. "Looks like it."
"So the question is," I added, "who wants us here together?"
"More importantly," Trace breathed, "Why?"
Skylar crumpled the note in her hand and looked up at the two of us with fiery eyes. "That's what we're going to find out."
Dun dun dun! I sorry it's so short you guys! I've been DYING to post something, but I hardly ever get the time to write! Stupid school. Don't worry though. I've finally got some creative juices flowing. Expect the next update soonish! I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going with this story, but hey, it worked out last time! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, despite how short it was. REVIEW! I can't fix things if no one tells me I'm doing something wrong. Even if you think it's perfect, I am open to any and all suggestions! So REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Pretty please with a fluffy panda on top?
