So, this is my first Charmed fanfiction, I don't know if I should continue it or where it will lead, I'd appreciate reviews, because if you like it, I will continue working on it.

Savin' Chris

The table was set, Piper and Leo were on their way, Phoebe wouldn't be able to come but send Tara and Lisa, Paige would come with Henry jr., so the Family would be near to being complete. Sure it was hard to get everyone together but every once in a while they had to coordinate their magic lives. Lisa and Henry were about to become teachers at the magic school, Tara was busy at Collage becoming a lawyer and Dina, Phoebe's oldest, was totally focussed on her new baby girl Prudence. She always came telling everyone what she just learned and today, Prue was sick, so she wouldn't make it as well.
"Julie, answer the door...", Wyatt shouted from the kitchen. The brown haired girl did what her brother said and waited for the visitors.
"Mom, Dad, hey, how you're doing?", she said enthusiastic as Piper and Leo entered their apartment placed in a big bureau building. Julie sent her parents to the table and told them to wait a second. As she was picking up the Wine from the kitchen, Wyatt got to say hello to his Mom and Dad. They asked him how he was and he replied that all those demons were keeping him busy and he felt responsible for too many things. Before he could continue his explanation Chris entered the room and said: "Oh yeah, mightiest witch of all times; Wyatt Halliwell. Your life must be so stressful..."

"Well, don't blame me because I'm doing my job and you're just hanging loose.", Wyatt said less serious than he planned to say.
"I'm not relaxing...I'm saving my power.", Chris said smiling.
The truth was that Chris actually didn't take his job as a witch as serious as he was supposed to and as serious as his cousins and especially as his brother. For that bit, Wyatt was leaning deeper into the magic world for no one had ever been tired of telling him how he was the most important and strongest wizard in the world. Chris was pissed off by this sometimes, because he always felt like standing in Wyatt's huge shadow. One day he just thought 'Well if my brother is the man in the magic world, I'll be the man in the real world.' He sort of developed a slight dislike for magic, wanted to live a normal live and leave the spells and potions to his brother and sister. And, as always, no body seemed to care or even notice. They were all too concerned about Wyatt. For a while there had been a silent rage inside of him that he tried to pull down, but he felt it wouldn't work very much longer. Ever since he had just been the younger brother of Wyatt and not Chris Halliwell, his Dad loved Wyatt obviously more, Wyatt was the one they had focussed on when they were growing up. Wyatt always got everything, the girls of the family always asked him for magical advise, they didn't even care that he was good with writing spells as well, that he was able to kill a demon with just a small move of his hand.
He was slowly getting more and more furious and those screams inside his head got him nuts.
The doorbell distracted Chris for a second.
In the door stood Tara and Lisa smiling from one ear to the other looking both just like her mother. "Mom lets us tell you that she wishes us a wonderful dinner, Dad is doing the same and Dina wants me to tell y'all that Prudence learned how to aviate." The women sat down greeting their aunt and Leo. Lisa got up agin and headed for the balcony where Julie stood. They were best friends, being born at the same day and had spent their entire life like sisters, they were not to be away from one another for too long. Julie and Lisa were like the second twins in the family, despite Fin and Laura, Paige's daughters.

When they came back to the table, Henry and Paige had already arrived. The talking got louder as everyone was chatting, informing, telling the newest facts about this and that demon-problem or about this and that new talented witch in the magic school.

Apart from them, Chris stood in the corridor heading to his bedroom, leaning against the wall. He was getting this terrible headache again and he always heard someone calling him, those frigging screams resounded inside his head. He hated being a whitelighter, they always kept bugging him. He just wanted this new charge to leave him for good, there were so many whitelighters, even in his own family, why couldn't Fin or Laura take care of it, or even Julie. Although Julie was the leased talented of the Halliwell children, she was a bit clumsy when it came to magic. Or Wyatt could do it...as he always did it all -better than Chris could ever do.
He rubbed his forehead and sighed. He was tired of being a Halliwell.
Suddenly Tara stepped in front of him.
"You can't always doubt who you are! Those people that call on you are in need of you", she said.

"Damn! Tara, I told you not to emphath me!", Chris said in an scary angry voice.

"Chris, you know I usually don't, but your negative aura is like screaming through half of San Francisco. It's impossible not to notice it for an emphath! It's giving me the same headaches that you have, I can hear the screams you hear. You know, I told you, you can come to me, but you wouldn't. Chris, I'm really worried about you. Stop hating what you are, this is not going anywhere, please!", she said strict, she wasn't even older than him, but treated him like a child.

"Tara, suddenly you worry? You...er... just please don't read my thoughts ever agin, I'm telling you, leave it to me.", he tried not to sound as furious as he was.

"I can make you fulfill your duties! You are a whitelighter, that is your job and people will die if you don't do this job properly!"

"Are you trying to harass me?!"

"Chris, I'm trying to make you see what it is you have to do."

"Oh, I have to do things? I have to do nothing but die!"

Tara looked at him closely and suddenly her eyes got pale white. Chris knew that this were her destiny's angels genes coming through. A short while you could only When her eyes became clear again they were wet.

"Actually, if you don't decide to change your attitude, you will die..."

Although Chris knew very well that she was always telling the truth when it came to premonitions, he didn't care. He thought he should be scared, but it meant nothing. So he would die. Well, no one would miss him anyway.
His face became hard and bitter as he gave Tara one last look, before he beamed away.

So what do you say?