I'm taking another shot at Chris stories—yay!!
Chris could make out happy children running in the San Francisco Park, like little dots from his stationary position on the Golden Gate Bridge. It wasn't fair. Those little kids would have a home to return to where people would accept them for who they were and not what they were feared to become.
It was all because of that damned prophecy that everybody in the Halliwell family treated him so differently. It foretold that a boy in the future generation of the Charmed Ones would corrupt magic, and everyone refused to believe it was precious little Wyatt. But he knew better about his brother. It was just...well, nobody believed him.
"Just another excuse to shake off that prophecy, huh, Chris?" his mother would sigh. "Chris, you know that Wyatt didn't use magic for personal gain or hurt anybody. That's not like him. Are you trying to make it look like Wyatt's entitled to becoming evil instead of you?"
"No," Leo would interrupt. "He's just craving some attention. He's jealous that Wyatt's going to whitelighter school and he isn't." Then, with a stony, firm glare at Chris, he would say, "You aren't going and that's that."
Then he would clear off his dinner plate and resist the urge to telekinetically hurl something at Leo. Leo was supposed to be his father—well, then again, Piper was supposed to be his mother, too. Neither of them could accept him for what he was.
For a long time he strongly believed that the prophecy had been wrong. His courage never faltered, his Aunt Paige made sure of that. Aunt Paige and her daughter Mel were the only ones that believed in him anymore...until he stopped believing in himself. Maybe this was his destiny. Maybe someday he'd be the one putting an end to that infernal racket of toddlers beneath him, killing them all. Maybe...
There was an odd glittering noise from behind him and he cocked his head behind him to see who it was.
"Hey, Chris," said Mel, looking skeptically down at the Bay below them. "Erm, what are you doing up here anyways?"
"Nothing," he responded, letting his legs kick back and forth off the edge of the bridge. "Just thinking. How did you find me here? I messed around with the scrying crystals, you shouldn't be able to use them."
"Oy," she laughed, punching him lightly, "I'm, like, part-whitelighter. I sense people. Duh." She carefully sat down next to him. "Why are you messing with the scrying crystals?"
"No reason, I just don't want my mom to find out that up way up here. She'd totally go ballistic on me. Not like she's going to look for me, but still, I might want to play it safe considering the whole 'you're gonna turn evil' vibes I'm getting from her."
"Um, Chris, did it ever occur to you that by being untraceable from the crystals might just give her another excuse to say that you're evil?"
"Yeah, I considered that," he grinned, "but it won't change anything even if she did scry and find me. I'm still here and she still can't orb, and from the way things look, neither of those facts are going to change for a while."
Mel grinned back and nudged him. They were like best friends, ever since they were little. They were the closest in age, Chris being thirteen and Mel being twelve. Chris and she spent more time together than Chris ever spent with Wyatt.
"Yeah, guess so. Hey, what's up with your brother?"
Chris flinched. She always used the term "your brother" rather than "Wyatt" or "my cousin." I seemed as if she was always trying to make as little connection as she could between the fact that she and Wyatt were related, and Chris couldn't blame her. He didn't want to be related to Wyatt either—but at least she didn't have to share a room underneath his shadow on the bottom of a bunk bed every night!
"What do you mean?" he asked her innocently.
"Oh, c'mon, you've seen him. He's very...giddy. Excited. That's not normal for Wyatt. Do you think he's using spells for personal gain again...?"
Chris shook his head. "Nah, Wyatt wouldn't..." The color drained from his face. "Yes he would. Do you remember Debra, that cheerleader that told Wyatt that she wouldn't take him to the dance if her life depended on it? I've just remembered... now she's going with him. Strange, huh?"
"That must have been a spell. Debra Kingsley would NEVER go out with Wyatt. EVER. I know her pretty well, we took a baby-sitting course together last summer. She taught me a lot, including that boys weren't a part of her priority list until she turned sixteen. What is she now, fifteen?"
"Must be. She's in Wyatt's grade."
"Ouch, that sucks. Chris, you should really tell your mom this time. Don't let him get away with it, he's messing with her feelings, her heart! That's not fair, Chris, it's unethical! Tell Aunt Piper, for her sake—"
"I can't," he stated flatly. "They won't believe me. It'll get us nowhere; in fact, it'll probably only make me lose some of the trust I've already salvaged from Piper."
"Piper? You call her 'Piper' now? What happened to 'mom'?"
"I don't call her that anymore, it doesn't fit," Chris insisted. "Besides, Aunt Paige is more like my mom than Piper, and you're more like a sibling than Wyatt."
"What about Prue?"
"Well, she's just—my adorable little OTHER cousin. But she's a little boring to talk to, you know, since she's like nine..."
"Cut her some slack for a—Oh my GOD!"
"What?" Chris demanded, not seeing what was going on behind them. At that moment they were engulfed by a gigantic tidal wave and swept into the Bay, both knocked unconscious before they could react.
A/N—okay, I know that EVERYBODY hates cliff hangers, but I have to deal with them and SO WILL YOU!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Please R&R, I promise to read one of your stories if they are Charmed and review them too!
Chris could make out happy children running in the San Francisco Park, like little dots from his stationary position on the Golden Gate Bridge. It wasn't fair. Those little kids would have a home to return to where people would accept them for who they were and not what they were feared to become.
It was all because of that damned prophecy that everybody in the Halliwell family treated him so differently. It foretold that a boy in the future generation of the Charmed Ones would corrupt magic, and everyone refused to believe it was precious little Wyatt. But he knew better about his brother. It was just...well, nobody believed him.
"Just another excuse to shake off that prophecy, huh, Chris?" his mother would sigh. "Chris, you know that Wyatt didn't use magic for personal gain or hurt anybody. That's not like him. Are you trying to make it look like Wyatt's entitled to becoming evil instead of you?"
"No," Leo would interrupt. "He's just craving some attention. He's jealous that Wyatt's going to whitelighter school and he isn't." Then, with a stony, firm glare at Chris, he would say, "You aren't going and that's that."
Then he would clear off his dinner plate and resist the urge to telekinetically hurl something at Leo. Leo was supposed to be his father—well, then again, Piper was supposed to be his mother, too. Neither of them could accept him for what he was.
For a long time he strongly believed that the prophecy had been wrong. His courage never faltered, his Aunt Paige made sure of that. Aunt Paige and her daughter Mel were the only ones that believed in him anymore...until he stopped believing in himself. Maybe this was his destiny. Maybe someday he'd be the one putting an end to that infernal racket of toddlers beneath him, killing them all. Maybe...
There was an odd glittering noise from behind him and he cocked his head behind him to see who it was.
"Hey, Chris," said Mel, looking skeptically down at the Bay below them. "Erm, what are you doing up here anyways?"
"Nothing," he responded, letting his legs kick back and forth off the edge of the bridge. "Just thinking. How did you find me here? I messed around with the scrying crystals, you shouldn't be able to use them."
"Oy," she laughed, punching him lightly, "I'm, like, part-whitelighter. I sense people. Duh." She carefully sat down next to him. "Why are you messing with the scrying crystals?"
"No reason, I just don't want my mom to find out that up way up here. She'd totally go ballistic on me. Not like she's going to look for me, but still, I might want to play it safe considering the whole 'you're gonna turn evil' vibes I'm getting from her."
"Um, Chris, did it ever occur to you that by being untraceable from the crystals might just give her another excuse to say that you're evil?"
"Yeah, I considered that," he grinned, "but it won't change anything even if she did scry and find me. I'm still here and she still can't orb, and from the way things look, neither of those facts are going to change for a while."
Mel grinned back and nudged him. They were like best friends, ever since they were little. They were the closest in age, Chris being thirteen and Mel being twelve. Chris and she spent more time together than Chris ever spent with Wyatt.
"Yeah, guess so. Hey, what's up with your brother?"
Chris flinched. She always used the term "your brother" rather than "Wyatt" or "my cousin." I seemed as if she was always trying to make as little connection as she could between the fact that she and Wyatt were related, and Chris couldn't blame her. He didn't want to be related to Wyatt either—but at least she didn't have to share a room underneath his shadow on the bottom of a bunk bed every night!
"What do you mean?" he asked her innocently.
"Oh, c'mon, you've seen him. He's very...giddy. Excited. That's not normal for Wyatt. Do you think he's using spells for personal gain again...?"
Chris shook his head. "Nah, Wyatt wouldn't..." The color drained from his face. "Yes he would. Do you remember Debra, that cheerleader that told Wyatt that she wouldn't take him to the dance if her life depended on it? I've just remembered... now she's going with him. Strange, huh?"
"That must have been a spell. Debra Kingsley would NEVER go out with Wyatt. EVER. I know her pretty well, we took a baby-sitting course together last summer. She taught me a lot, including that boys weren't a part of her priority list until she turned sixteen. What is she now, fifteen?"
"Must be. She's in Wyatt's grade."
"Ouch, that sucks. Chris, you should really tell your mom this time. Don't let him get away with it, he's messing with her feelings, her heart! That's not fair, Chris, it's unethical! Tell Aunt Piper, for her sake—"
"I can't," he stated flatly. "They won't believe me. It'll get us nowhere; in fact, it'll probably only make me lose some of the trust I've already salvaged from Piper."
"Piper? You call her 'Piper' now? What happened to 'mom'?"
"I don't call her that anymore, it doesn't fit," Chris insisted. "Besides, Aunt Paige is more like my mom than Piper, and you're more like a sibling than Wyatt."
"What about Prue?"
"Well, she's just—my adorable little OTHER cousin. But she's a little boring to talk to, you know, since she's like nine..."
"Cut her some slack for a—Oh my GOD!"
"What?" Chris demanded, not seeing what was going on behind them. At that moment they were engulfed by a gigantic tidal wave and swept into the Bay, both knocked unconscious before they could react.
A/N—okay, I know that EVERYBODY hates cliff hangers, but I have to deal with them and SO WILL YOU!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Please R&R, I promise to read one of your stories if they are Charmed and review them too!