Takes place after the events of Chris Crossed: Chris returns to the past unaware that he was followed tensions between Chris and the Charmed one's are strained. Chris had proposed to Bianca so he could keep tabs on his brothers plans, his true love only went along with the rouse as she had seen what the future could be like.
Chris pulled up the collar of his coat against the onslaught of rain that was battering the amusement park that he was meant to met his latest source in, the only problem was he had no idea who the source was. He had returned to the back room at P3 where he had been staying after an argument with Piper and found a note telling him if he wanted information to go to the abandoned amusement park on treasure island as soon as full dark fell on the 10th February. He was cold, exhausted and tired of waiting for the informant to arrive. Chris glanced around unable to shake the feeling someone was watching him and it set him on edge.
"Come out come out whoever you are" his invitation was dripping with venom which only caused the observer to laugh, as the silky soft chuckle reached his ears it felt instantly familiar though Chris couldn't place it.
"So you like games me too" came Chris' smart arse comment as he tried to trace where the chuckle was coming from as it bounced off the rusting metal surfaces.
The woman who'd lured him out here under false pretences smiled "it's all we seem to do Halliwell" her voice was like musical wind chimes that made the hair on Chris' neck stand on end.
His subconscious was screaming at him that he should recognise the voice that seemed to have conveyed a slight threat but his conscious mind wasn't as quick to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"Was that a threat" he shouted back causing another round of laughter "it's whatever you want it to be, you were always stubborn".
A lighting strike light up the park revealing the cloaked figure sat on the hook a duck ledge a smile danced playfully across her face "the fun's about to begin" she whispered as she stood and slowly walked towards Chris.
The thick black cloak she wore had a hood that covered her face and swept the floor weighed down by water, her figure enhancing her authoritative walk which finally dropped the last piece of the puzzle into place for Chris.
"I don't think this is a suitable venue for a long overdue catch up I'm surprised you choose it" he commented.
"I knew that you'd be suspicious if you got an anonymous note from a mystery informant inviting you to a nice cosy hotel".
Now it was Chris' time to laugh "you're right I'd have thought twice about following it up. The back office at P3 in half an hour" Chris wanted somewhere warm but not a public venue.
"You're little pit sure".
The woman watched as Chris disappeared into the familiar blue and white orbs before she tapped into the well of power that sat inside of her causing her to be consumed by red and blue orbs.
The storm which had been unleashing it's full force on San Francisco for the past couple of days wasn't the the only thing troubling Phoebe Halliwell's sleep. Ever since the storm had hit the town Phoebe had been suffering realistic terrifying dreams that all had one thing in common they contained Chris and an unidentified young female. She sensed that the dreams were important messages but she could only remember the details while asleep.
Phoebe climbed into bed wondering what the storm would reveal to her tonight "this is new" she muttered as she found herself on tower bridge deserted apart from a figure leaning on the railings observing England's capital by night. The woman tensed just as the iconic blue and white orbs of a white-lighter appeared behind her.
"You're late" the voice of the mysterious woman sounded pissed off and upset.
"I'm sorry if I left the resistance meeting early Bianca would have become suspicious" this caused her to laugh menacingly.
"I know you don't like her but I need all the Intel I can get if this is going to work" Chris said moving to her side.
"Chris" she said turning round placing her back to the railing "it's hard knowing that your talking about our plan with her as if she was the one who came up with it. Sometimes I think about how much better my life would be if I never met you".
"You don't mean that" Chris said heartbroken.
"I do Christopher, Wyatt has left Ireland to it's own devices thinking that it wasn't worth his effort. My family have no idea the horrors that I have seen because you decided to mess with my life".
"I have to go" Chris said suddenly looking up "promise me baby that you won't do anything rash while I'm gone".
Chris smiled as the unique red and blue orbs of the witch white-ligther hybrid whose maternal grandmother was a Phoenix appeared in front of him. They faded away revealing the 6ft lightly tanned women with a slender athletic build, waist length jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a tattoo of a Triskelion on the base of her spine and multiple ear piercings, her arms showed her years as a resistance fighter. She was wearing skinny jeans, tank, leather jacket and leather boots her usual look.
"I thought I told you not to do anything rash while I was away" he said giving her a lecture but stopped as he caught sight of the fresh scar that spread across the right side of her neck across her shoulder "how did that happen.
"Fighting for Ireland, we won by the way but I was exposed, I only escaped because of the havoc that you created when Bianca brought you back" she made the mistake of looking at her wrists which naturally drew Chris' attention to them.
Chris was furious as he saw the freshly healed cuts that were caused by rusty restraints "this is all my fault" his attention was caught by the young female's exhausted yawn.
"Where have you been sleeping" Chris asked concerned about her answer she shrugged.
"Some couple found me the first night I was here and have been putting me up since".
Chris could see the bit of information she wasn't telling him in her thoughts. The couple had picked her up after she'd gotten into a drunken bar fight with some biker chicks.
"Come on you need some sleep" Chris said guiding her over to his make shift bed "but where are you going to sleep" she asked always more concerned about his health than he was.
"There should be just enough room for both of us" he said with a saucy wink.