A/N: I know I have other stories I was SUPPOSED to update, but I can't seem to get any chapters finished. Especially with anything Twilight related. Mostly, I'm assuming, because I'm not a Twilight fan (even though I do think the author has a great style) and after the immediate draw of the gazillions of fanfics it offered wore off, I kinda lost interest. Plus I moved states like nine months ago and that for some reason made me lose interest in writing all my stories.

I felt bad about posting any new stories without updating the older ones, but I've decided, screw it, I've lost tons of ideas because of my freaking empathy for shit that in truth has almost no valor… Wow, as if that made sense to any of you.

End point: I will finish or continue the other stories, but most probably super slowly or faster when I have the urge. My renewed interest in Charmed is taking precedent right now =). As for stuff on the story, it will be a lot more "Charmed-esque" in later chapters. This ch is like a random opening sequence. Yah, there ya go (bet you wish you skipped reading the author's note, huh. Yeah I'm starting to regret writing it, so I know how yah feel). Oh, and no promises on update dates.

Disclaimer: don't own charmed

Intro Chapter (1)

"Are you a mother-fucking idiot?" Bianca asked her mother-fucking idiot of a friend.

"What?" Her friend shrugged, holding off guilty laughter. He was a pretty big guy and his sequestered chuckling made him look like a dumb high school jock.

Rewinding the tape that was in the TV, Bianca gave him a "you-know-what-I'm-talking-about" glare before she replayed the security footage. On the screen, a young man, a kid really, was slowly pacing back and forth in an alley way. It was dark, obviously night time, and, after the kid checked his watch a few times, he looked to the right of the screen. A back door to a building opened and loud, thumping music could be heard coming from inside. For a second, it looked as though the kid might yell something to the people that walked out, but once he saw who they were, his demeanor changed.

"Shit." Chris muttered to himself at the sight of the predatory stares he was getting. He had been waiting outside the back of the club (not P3, definitely not P3 =)) for his brother to get off work when those three creeps walked outside. "Damn it, Wy, where are you?" Chris muttered again, shifting nervously on his feet. Chris wasn't an idiot, he knew that waiting out front was way safer than waiting out back, but Wyatt's shift was already over and he had told him he'd only be a second when he'd pushed him out the door.

"Just wait there, I'll be right back." Wyatt had said before running back inside and shutting the door that was locked to people who were on the outside, namely Chris. There was no way he was getting back in the club from the back and there was no way the bouncer was going to let him in again without Wyatt. So he waited.

Only, it had been five minutes already and Wyatt hadn't come back, leaving Chris to worry about these jerks by himself. He turned his head to the side to try to pretend that he didn't notice them, hoping that they would just walk the other direction. Please just go away and leave me alone. No such luck, however.

Wyatt's baby brother cringed when he heard the impressed whistle coming from one of the men and three sets of feet walking toward him.

"You are one fine piece of ass, kid, you know that?" The voice was deep and creepy and belonged to Bianca's friend. "What's your name?" He said as he got closer.

Chris stood still as the guy approached him, terrified. His eyes were wide and full of fear as he stared at the man who stopped right in front of him. His heart was racing and his breathing was quick and shallow. He was scared shitless. Chris gulped before quietly speaking up, "Umm… I've gotta go." He turned around to leave when he noticed the other two men were standing behind him, blocking his way out.

"Don't worry, buddy," Bianca's friend spoke again, "all I meant was that you're a lot better looking than the guys in there." He motioned to the back door. "Now come on, kid, what's your name?"

Chris squeezed his eyes shut and opened them before turning back to Bianca's friend. It helped his fear a little bit, knowing that these guys were at least trying to make it look like they weren't about to gang rape him or beat him up, but he still didn't want to tell them his name. In reality, it didn't matter whether he did or didn't. The guy was only asking him as a fear tactic and didn't bother asking again. "Umm… th-thanks, I guess," he said uncertainly. "But really, I… I have to go, so will you please just let me pass?" His voice was small and weak sounding and Chris knew that he would tear himself a new one for it later. He shouldn't have been so scared. He had powers that could destroy these guys and if shit got really bad, he could always orb out. He'd never expose magic unnecessarily, but he wasn't about to be taken advantage of.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Chris focused his attention back to the guy he assumed to be the head honcho of the group. The guy gave him a creepy smile and put a hand on his shoulder. The physical contact sent shocks through Chris' body that he couldn't explain and that brought back his terror, tenfold. "Of course, you can go, Buddy!" The guy said, waving his hand to his friends and telling them to make a hole. "We're not gonna kidnap you or any crazy shit like that!"

Chris tried to give the guy a smile, but only managed to nod slightly before he turned away and started to walk off. The other two were out of his way, but before he moved three steps, he felt strong arms grab him and spin him back around. It was Bianca's friend again.

"Sorry to stop you again," he said, "but I forgot that my whole reason for coming over to you was to borrow your phone!" He smiled dumbly like he was just recalling something totally obvious before nodding to one of his buddies who stood behind Chris and replaced his tight grip on Chris' upper arms. Chris wanted to protest, say he didn't have a phone, but Bianca's friend was already reaching into both the front and back pockets of his jeans. His emotions were running wild and the only thought he kept having was whether or not he should use magic to get the creep off of him. Even after Bianca's friend found the phone, his hand lingered in Chris' back pocket way too long and roughly squeezed his ass.

When he decided that it wasn't quite time to expose his family's secret, he found the courage to speak again, "Okay, can you please just make it fast, because I really need to leave."

In response and as he dialed the kid's phone, Bianca's friend ruffled his hair, "Relax, Buddy, I'm sure I'll get you back to your boyfriend or your mommy in no time."

For the first time that night, Chris was mad. Beyond the whole 'mommy' comment, he hated that this guy kept calling him "Buddy". That was his dad's name for him and he hated that he might now associate it with this encounter. Without thinking, he tried to lunge forward to either grab his phone or hit the guy, he didn't know which one. Either way, it didn't matter because the guy's friend was holding him back.

"Yo Jase," the guy holding him said, "look at this. Your little guy's kinda feisty."

Jase, as Chris now knew the guy in front of him, Bianca's friend, to be, looked up from the phone to smile at Chris' efforts. Just then, a cell phone in his pocket rang. "Whoops," he said, "I guess I had my phone after all." As he closed Chris' phone, the ringing in his pocket stopped. He shoved it back in Chris' pocket and grabbed his arms a bit lower than where the other guy was grabbing them. When Chris shivered, it didn't go past Jase.

"You know, you should really be wearing a jacket in this weather," he said, referring to the exposed flesh he had grabbed on Chris' arms and the fact that he was only wearing a t-shirt. Chris had a jacket in Wyatt's car and he wasn't expecting to be outside for this long. Plus, the main reason he shivered was because Jase's hands were freezing. He glared at Jase.

Suddenly, all hands were off of him and he felt a cool breeze run past his neck. "Alright, then," Jase said, "now you've got my number… and I've got yours." With one last touch, he started ruffling Chris' hair again, but Chris stumbled backwards. In all the excitement, he had forgotten how tipsy he was and later he'd use that as an excuse to explain why the situation wasn't that bad and that he was just overreacting because of the whiskey.

Before he knew it, Jase and his friends were walking out of the alley and down the intersecting street and Chris was alone on the screen again.

Bianca pressed pause and the picture of Chris was frozen. She looked over at Jase and said, "I ask again, 'are you a mother-fucking idiot'!"

This time, it was Jase's turn to glare, "Firstly," he said trying to justify himself, "since when are there video cameras in alleys? Secondly, since when does shitty security camera footage have audio!"

Bianca was angry and, with her hands on her hips, replied, "Firstly, of course we have cameras outside of the club! Secondly, it shouldn't matter whether or not there are cameras, you shouldn't be harassing people in general!"

"Calm down B, I wasn't harassing the kid. I was just fooling around and he's obviously fine."

"Obviously fine…" Bianca repeated under her breath. "He was scared to death! You terrorized him and you physically assaulted him!"

"What! I didn't beat the crap out of no one last night!" Jase was fuming.

"It doesn't matter, you nimrod! You grabbed him, that's physical assault, okay?" Bianca took a couple of deep breaths, successfully calming herself. "But, whatever, you just better hope the bartender doesn't watch this fucking tape, because I can't erase it."

Jase seemed to calm down as Bianca did, but was confused by the bartender comment. "Why the hell, would the bartender watch this? You're the manager of the club, can't you forbid people from watching it or, like, get rid of it?"

"No Jase, the owner has other staff confirm that all the shit's there and, if it's not, it's my ass on the line. Like I said, you better just hope Wyatt isn't the one on tape duty today."

"Bianca, what the hell are you talking about? Yeah, sure, I've had a few beers with Halliwell and he's an alright guy, I guess, but I don't give a fuck what he thinks about what I do in my spare time."

"You know what, BUDDY," Bianca mocked Jase's use of the name, "you really should have tried harder when you were asking the KID what his name was. Because it's Chris. Chris HALLIWELL. As in, Wyatt HALLIWELL's kid brother. And he'll kick your ass if he sees this."

Jase's mouth dropped open for a second. "Oh," he said.

Bianca turned the TV off and snorted. "Yeah, oh," she said as she started walking off.

With a last look at the idle television, Jase responded, "Fuck you, Bianca," and followed her out of the room.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

Chris was standing in the same spot he stumbled to when the creeps left. He was stiff and kept looking around, making sure nothing else was there.

"Fuck!" He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. Why the hell was he so scared? Why? It was bad enough that he had an inferiority complex when it came to Wyatt and his powers, but to act like a scared little kid because some stupid normal people were trying to get a rise out of him? It was fucking pathetic!

The club's back door opened and Chris saw his brother pulling the door shut.

"Where the hell were you?" He screamed.

Wyatt turned around and looked startled by Chris' outburst. "I'm sorry, I bumped into an old friend… Dude, what's the matter?" His brother was really upset and, even if his face and movements didn't totally give him away, Wyatt would have felt it. Chris groaned and stomped his foot on the ground before putting his hands behind his head to try to calm himself down. He didn't answer his brother. Wyatt tried again. "Chris. What's wrong?"

Chris paused his movement and looked at Wyatt, stating simply, "You bumped into an old friend… You locked me out here in this creepy alley all alone at fucking two o'clock in the morning and you caught up with an old friend! That's just great Wyatt. Can we please just get to the car and get the fuck out of here?"

Wyatt wanted to say something else but decided against it, instead opting to get them home and talking to Chris about it later. "Yeah, it's around back," he said, walking to Chris, "let's go home."

Hope errone had a good weekend and if you're into it a successful day of silence on Friday

*peace out* (I used asterisks coz they kinda give the look of flower power, reach for 'em y'all)