The Salvaged Angel
Prologue: The Angel's Salvation
By Callus Wyndry
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the characters contained within the show. I am most certainly not profiting from this story in any way, save a few reviews that may increase my self esteem (hopefully).
This story is, as all fanfics ever written if you think about it set in an alternate reality. In this reality the police arrive a bit sooner and Chris is still alive when they do. Gideon isn't quite dead yet once they leave though. You'll see.
Chris Halliwell laid on a bed on the second floor of the Halliwell manor, bleeding to death. His father had orbed out with the intention of finding Gideon and Wyatt only a short while before. It won't help, Chris thought to himself, he'll never find Gideon in time to heal me before I die. Chris closed his eyes and soaked in the shallow feel of his own breath. So this is what it feels like to die. Somehow I figured it'd hurt a lot less. Not that it truly mattered, the whole thing would be over soon, Chris just hoped that Leo could save Wyatt before it was too late. He opened his eyes to see Paige practically skipping towards the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. "That'll be the police, they'll have come to kill you no doubt. You really shouldn't have done that you know." Chris watched in horror as his own aunt opened the door to let his doom inside, well maybe not his doom, since that was probably the hole in his side, but semantics don't really factor in when someone has come to kill you. "He's almost dead officers, no more than a few minutes, but I understand if you legally HAVE to shoot him." Chris noted that her voice was practically a sing-song version of its former self. One of the cops approached his bed as his eyes closed and his vision was lost to the blackness of the coming and going unconsciousness that had been plaguing him for the last few moments. The cop put his fingers to Chris' throat and failed to feel the young man's weakened pulse. The cop straightened and shook his head. "No pulse." The law enforcers all turned and began to move down the stairs. "I'm sorry for your loss." One of them tossed at Paige. "Oh so am I but he shouldn't have broken the law of course." Ten minutes passed until Chris came back to the land of those still aware, and even then he most likely wouldn't have if he hadn't started to violently cough up blood. Paige turned around and looked back into the room she was exiting in surprise. "Oh no. You're not dead yet. Should I call the police back? They've only just left. I mean they do STILL need to shoot you after all."
Chris lifted his hand, all that he could at this point. "Don't bother," he paused to cough up some more blood. "I'm pretty much dead already. I just want you to know that I'm sorry I couldn't save Wyatt and the future." He coughed even more blood up onto himself. "But Wyatt's fine, he's with Gideon." Paige injected. Once he had another pause in the whole dying thing he was busy with Chris continued, "Just promise me that you'll tell mom that I'm so," more coughing and blood "that I'm so," Blood and Coughing "So very sor…" He had one final fit of coughing and then was still.
As Paige watched Chris struggle in his last coughing fit a wave of panic spread over her, soon the panic was joined by it's brethren: sadness; doubt; regret; guilt; and finally the horror of the situation asserted itself squarely in her mind as Chris' eyes began to glaze over. "Shit! No!" She shot forward and was soon holding the body of her nephew in her arms. "Chris! Chris! Answer me Chris! You can't be dead. You can't!" Her hands grasped at the wound as if they were finally trying to stop the blood, which was no longer flowing out. "Oh god! If only I could," She never finished her sentence because at that moment a light began to radiate from her hands and spread across Chris' stomach. Soon the wound and the clothes he wore were whole once more.
Chris' eyes widened and he sat up with a startled gasp. His eyes darted from left to right then back again in surprise and panic, shock played across the features of his face. "But? How?" His eyes met the same look of shock when they locked with Paige's eyes. "But I was DEAD!"
Author's Note: Well this is my first submission so be sure to review me up. I'm still learning how this works and I can't promise complete consistancy with this so you'll have to bear with me. Flames will be read and laughed at. This is your only warning this story will contain themes that not everyone will be down with, mainly slash, homophobia, rape, and demon witch nookie. Deal with it or don't read it. I am aware that characters most likely are and will be OOC, remember this is MY interpretation of these characters and as I am not a writer from the show please don't complain about that. Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy The Salvaged Angel