Oy, I can't believe I wrote this. But hell, why not. It kept me from doing my homework, which I still don't plan on doing. Sorry to anyone who wanted Call Me Lucky. It's been debunked. Anyway, enjoy!
Perry Not Halliwell
Christopher Perry – for that was his name for the moment – rested his head on the kitchen table. It was twelve in the afternoon at the Halliwell manor, and Piper's cookies were in the oven. He breathed in the scent, imagining that just for a moment he was Christopher Halliwell once more.
He imagined that his mother was in the living room, doing last minute things for the club, while he waited anxiously for the cookies to bake. For that was all he had to worry about; she worried about the rest.
Melinda would come in from Magic School, complaining about her telekinesis teacher, and steal a brownie from the cabinet, breaking her supposed diet. She would complain to Mom when she came back, about how she was killing her with all the delicious foods. But still, she would take two or three cookies, and leave to go out with her friends.
And then Wyatt would come bounding down the stairs, acting more like a five-year-old than a teenager. He would grab as many cookies as he could fit in his hands, yell, "Thanks!" to Mom and then Orb upstairs to freshen up before his date, ignoring Mom's scolding about Orbing in the house.
And then it would just be the two of them. He would be munching on the cookie, watching contently as she moved to prepare random food that anyone could take during the week. Her brown hair would sway and the ends would get covered in flour, even though she had pulled it up into a high ponytail.
And he would just sit there, watching, not caring.
Not caring.
Because he had a family.
Because he was Christopher Halliwell.
"Chris, I didn't hear you come in."
And suddenly, he was back to Christopher Perry.
"Oh, hey Piper," Chris said casually, watching as she pulled the cookies out of the oven.
"Is there something you needed?" Piper asked reluctantly, obviously dreading what he was probably there for.
"Yeah, I have a demon upstairs in a crystal cage, waiting to be vanquished," Chris said.
Piper sighed and took her oven mitts off. "Fine, fine. Do you have a potion?"
"Here." He stood and handed the vial off to her. She moved to head up to the attic. Just as he was about to follow, he paused, glancing back to the cookies. A small smile spread across his face, as he grabbed the cookie. He took a small bite, and then Orbed upstairs, relishing in the appearance Christopher Halliwell from the future.