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Chris was losing. He was overpowered, basically. One of the younger witches, Danny, who had come with him was already dead, and he and James were on their way to join them.
There were to many demons for them to fight off. Chris looked up when a demon raised his hand, fireball forming and looking directly at James. Chris raised his hand, preparing to throw it, but before he could, it was barreled into from the side.
Chris saw a flash of a young man in jeans and a leather jacket before he and the demon were rolling on the ground. A few seconds later the demon exploded under the man, vanquished.
Chris had only a moment to be shocked at the entrance before he was fighting off his own demon. He was aware that three other people were joining the fray as well as the first man, but he didn't have time to contemplate it.
With the three extra set of hands, the demons were taken care of quickly. When the last of them shimmered away before they could vanquish them, Chris turned to James and the newcomers.
"More will be here soon. Come on." Chris gave one more remorseful glance at where Danny had been, at the scorch marks that used to be him, and then he set off at a jog, not even checking to see if the others were following.
When they reached the hideout that the others were occupying for the moment, James stopped in the entrance, and turned to Chris. He looked warily at the three people that had helped them.
"You should go get Mary for me." Chris said calmly. James gave one more glance to their guests before running off to another room. As soon as he left, one of the men stepped forward.
"Thanks for the help back there." Chris said. The young man shrugged. "I'm Chris. You are?"
"Biggs." The man said. He gestured to the woman with long dark hair. "That's Sam, and Alec." Alec turned at the introduction to face Chris and Chris was struck dumb as their eyes met.
There was only one way to describe the young man before him, and that was pretty. Messy dark blonde hair, full lips, dark green eyes. Alec raised an eyebrow after a moment.
"You alright?" He asked, sounding amused, and Chris had the vague suspicion that Alec had known what he was thinking. Hell, he was probably used to it, looking like that.
"Fine." Chris said. He didn't blush, which was more of a product of everything he had been through.
"You guys are transgenic?" He asked, thinking about how they had fought earlier.
"Yeah." Alec said, shrugging. Chris had heard about transgenics, of course. Especially after Wyatt had started hunting them down. He, for some reason, thought of them as a threat.
"Well, you can stay here for the night, if you want." Alec grinned at him, raising an eyebrow again.
"Sure." He said, watching Chris. Chris just nodded.
"I'll find you a place to sleep."
Chris was going over supplies when Alec walked in later that night. Chris usually slept in that room, that was when he slept. He looked up as Alec walked closer to him.
"So." Alec said, coming up close to where he was looking straight in Chris' eyes. Alec's gave nothing away. "I saw the way you were looking at me."
"Yeah, well. I'd think you would be used to it." Chris said, actually getting a little nervous despite himself. He had been fighting a war since he was sixteen, had been in more life or death situations than he could count, and this guy was making him nervous.
Alec grinned and Chris couldn't help but see the part animal that Alec was in that grin. He put a hand on Chris' chest and pushed him back until his legs hit the cot.
"I don't-" Alec shut him up by crashing their lips together.
"Don't worry." Alec said after he pulled away. "Not looking for a relationship." He pushed Chris so that he fell on his back on the cot. Alec leapt on top of him. He braced his hands on either side of Chris' head.
"That alright with you." He didn't wait for Chris' nod before he dipped down and kissed him again and then Chris stopped thinking altogether.
When he woke up the next morning, Alec wasn't there next to him.
Biggs looked up when Alec walked into the room and sat down across from him at the table. He didn't need Alec to tell him to know what had happened last night. He had seen the way Alec had been looking at Chris.
"So, what do you think of this?" He asked. He was not going to venture into that other territory. Alec shrugged.
"They've been fighting too." Biggs continued. "Most of them are witches."
"So." Alec said, shrugging again. "What are you getting at?"
"We should stay." Biggs said. Alec frowned, not looking to happy with that idea. "Alec, we can't keep going like we have been. Max is dead, CeCe is dead, all of them are. We keep going like this, and we'll be next."
"You think it'll matter if we're here or not?" Alec asked, leaning forward. "We'll be just as dead here than out there."
"What about Sam?" Biggs asked, anger flashing in his eyes briefly. "I know you don't give a shit about yourself anymore, but what about her? You want her to die like Max?" Alec leaned back and shifted a little uncomfortably. Biggs nodded, and gave a small smile.
"Good." He got up. "I'll tell Chris."