Chapter 2, Whoot. This one is more interesting, I swear, I think so anyway. I actually had to split it up into two different chapters because it was like, 15 pages without even being doubled spaced. Anyway, Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, Nor do i own Wyatt (That would be awesome though) And I don't own Drew Fuller (Though I Wish I did) And i don't own any other characters you might have seen on the show. I do own Evelyn Keely, Morgan Keely, and Lucilla Donelle.
Chapter 2; Unexpected
Christopher Halliwell forced his eyes open, as the sound of his ring tone carried across the room. He sighed and quickly rose from his bed, and over to his dresser. He was reluctant to pick his phone up; afraid it might have been Bianca. When he finally told her that he was having doubts in their relationship, she flipped out, saying that he was just being a guy. Though, he was quite sure it was not that.
He picked up his phone, and glanced at the caller ID. It was his aunt, Phoebe, which made his sigh in relief. He looked at the phone curiously, wondering why his aunt would be calling him. It wasn't a demon, if it was, she would just yell for him. So he didn't know what she would possibly need. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey Chris, did I wake you?" Phoebe asked. Chris looked at the clock, and saw it was 8 in the morning.
"No, no Aunt Phoebe, not at all." He lied, hoping that she bought it.
"Right, listen I need to ask you something." She started.
"Okay, ask away." He told her. He quickly looked through his drawers and found some clothes to wear, sensing that he would not be able to lounge around in his pajamas all day.
"My car broke down, and I need to be at a photo shoot in an hour. I was hoping you could give me a quick lift." She said. If Chris were seeing her in person, he would've given her a look of confusion.
"Why didn't you ask Aunt Paige?" he asked.
"She's at work."
"Leo?"
"Magic school."
"Wyatt?"
"He's at school, don't you know your brothers college schedule?" Chris sighed. Even though he and his brother lived together, they didn't know where each other was 24/7.
"What about Uncle Coop?" he asked, he was already getting his things together for a shower.
"He is helping some sad romantic couple, please Chris. I would borrow Pipers car but she's running errands for the day. And Melinda is busy as it is." Phoebe said, covering the rest of his magical relatives. He knew the twins and little Henry couldn't help, they were all at school. He sighed deeply.
"Okay, I'll be there in a half an hour." He replied.
"Thank you Chris, I owe you one." She replied before hanging up. Chris quickly went into the shower and got ready. His Aunt was writing a book, mostly about trying to find your own answers- or something to that effect- seeing as her Column was so famous. After his quick shower, he got dressed in dark jeans, and a green tee shirt.
As he was about to leave, he went into the closet to try and find his favorite brown jacket, only to remember that he gave it to that girl, Evey. His thoughts strayed to her, what he remembered. She seemed nice, very fiery, random, and distant. Her hair was gorgeous, though he wasn't one for blonds. Her skin was so pale; it reminded him of a very old porcelain doll, the ones who looked pure white. Yet, it was just a tone above that.
She didn't have the perfect curvy body; she was more petite, almost too easy to break. She seemed cold, distant, as if she had a terrible past, and she wanted nothing to do with people. But she could also be feisty, when she was attacked; she fought back, never missing a beat. He couldn't help but admire that about her.
It seemed that underneath her cold exterior, was much more. He could see it, when he looked into her eyes. Her two round crystals, but much to his displeasure, the only time he saw any fire in them, was when she was fighting. Other than that, they looked devoid of any passion, an inch away from dead.
He broke out of his gaze and quickly orbed to his aunts house, landing a few feet away from the front door. His aunt Phoebe came out of the bed room and walked up to him.
"Hey honey!" she said, giving him a hug.
"Hey, Aunt Phoebe, you ready?" he asked. She nodded and grabbed her purse.
"Orb a few blocks away from it, I'm not in any rush." She told him. He nodded and held out his hand. She took it and they orbed. Chris quickly looked around the alley they landed. Seeing the no one saw they quickly began to walk toward the studio.
"Didn't you already get some photos taken?" Chris asked. Phoebe nodded.
"Yes, but they weren't exactly what I wanted. The photographer suggested that I have some pictures taken by this new photographer that apparently has some promise." She told him. He nodded his head.
"So, who is this photographer?" he asked. Phoebe went through her purse, before pulling out a slip of paper.
"Her name is Evelyn Keely." She replied. Chris furrowed his eyebrows. Keely, he had heard that name before.
"Cool." He replied. His aunt started making small talk for a while, but noticed that he wasn't 100% into the conversation.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Um, I got in a fight with Bianca," he stated. She looked a little concerned.
"Is Everything alright?"
"I suppose. I don't know, Aunt Phoebe, I'm not sure I want to be in a relationship with her." He said honestly.
"You've been together for two years though." She stated.
"Yeah, I know. Ever since I met her and I found out that, well, in the 'other' life we were meant to be. But, that was in the other life. Things are different." He told Phoebe. She nodded her head.
"Well, tell her that."
"I did, she told me I was just being a guy and fearing being committed into the relationship. I think she might be scared to break up." He said.
"Because she feels that you're the one?" she asked. Chris nodded.
"But I don't think I am, what if she was only the one in that life, and there is a different girl for me in this life?" he asked.
"It's possible, just ride it out Chris, you'll figure out what you're supposed to do soon enough." Phoebe told him as they reached the studio. The rest of the way was pretty silent, neither feeling the need to really have a conversation. When the doors of the elevator opened, they were met with a hug room. One side looked like a closet type thing. The other looked like a bunch of little rooms, or scenes, were set up.
A woman with black hair with green streaks in it walked up. She had a lip piercing and two eyebrow piercing. She had heavy eyeliner on, that shaped her grey eyes. Her wardrobe was all black, and she looked a little tired.
"Can I help you?" she asked her tone surprisingly cheerful.
"Yes, I'm Phoebe Halliwell; I'm here for a photo shoot." The woman pulled out a black berry and began to go through it for a moment, before nodding her head.
"Of course, Right this way." She replied walking away. Phoebe and Chris followed her, taking in all the surroundings. The lady stopped in front of an already in progress shoot. Chris couldn't see the photographer, only her back, the black artists' hat that was holding most of her hair, only letting a few trundles of platinum blond fall through.
She was wearing a dark blue tank top, standing out against her pale skin. And her blue denim jeans were covering the black boots she had. The girl she was shooting was the average model. She was dressed in a huge wedding dress. However, the only reason her knew it was a wedding dress was because of the veil she wore. The dress was actually black.
The girl who walked them over to the shoot, walked up to the photographer. Gently tapping her shoulder. She whispered something in her ear and the woman nodded. After a few more frames she finally handed someone the camera and turned toward them. Chris was met, with very familiar and very striking, blue crystals.
"Hello, sorry to keep you waiting." Evey said, walking up to Phoebe.
"It's no problem. It's nice to meet you." Phoebe said. Just as she was about to stretch her hand out for a hand shake, a man walked up to Evey.
"We have the set already for you; we need to get it in ASAP because John is going to use it at 9:15." He told her. She nodded.
"Mrs. Halliwell, right this way." She said leading her into a chair. Quickly, a few girls in make-up began to work their magic, as Chris walked up to Evey.
"So, a Photographer?" he asked. She looked at him, and gave a smile.
"What, you thought I only worked as a waitress?" she asked. He gave a small shrug, throwing her a crooked grin.
"Maybe, though you can't blame me. I mean, it wasn't like you were going around taking pictures of Everyone." He told her. She smirked.
"Well, the people in your group wouldn't be my choice of models anyway." She replied.
"Well, there was always me." He said. She looked him up and down then raised an eyebrow.
"I think the lamp hanging over your table was more photogenic than you."
"Ouch." He muttered. She gave a small laugh and then began to look at some cameras, looking at the lenses. "So, why do you work there then?"
"Work where?" Evey asked.
"The restaurant." He replied.
"My best friend's dad owns the place. I help out Every now and then." She told him, finally picking up a camera.
"I see, you're a good friend." Evey bit her lip.
"Actually, it took three hours of begging, and bribing before I finally caved." She told him. He laughed.
"What about Morgan?" he asked.
"Well, my sister likes to do a ton of things at once. She feels that the only way she can Ever own her own news paper is to make some money beforehand." Evey replied. Chris nodded.
"That's smart. Did you say sister?" he asked. Evey threw him a crooked smile.
"Yes, sister, couldn't you tell?" She asked. He shrugged.
"Not really, you two look so different." He told her. She nodded.
"Yeah, Morgan's always has been the fiery red head. It's a surprise that she's actually shyer than me." She told him. He raised an eyebrow.
"I never would've guessed." Evey shrugged and looked at her set.
"I'm not much of a people person." She muttered.
"Why not?" he asked. Evey glanced at him, but didn't answer his question. The only thing he noticed was that her eyes got considerably darker. Instead she directed her attention to his Aunt Phoebe, who was walking onto the set.
The set was pretty plain; it was basically a desk with a computer on it. He figured his Aunt must have picked it out. Phoebe went and sat on the desk, holding a book. Evey looked at her, and looked at the scene, then began to mess with some of the lighting. Eventually she walked up to Phoebe.
"Okay, we still want a shot of the book, but I think you holding it is taking away some of your figure." Evey told her. Phoebe laughed.
"Honey, I've had three kids. I have no figure." Evey chuckled. For some reason, she felt like she could open up to this woman. She felt like that with Chris, and Even Wyatt, and she had only known the blond haired man for a few minutes.
"Well, personally I think the curves work for you. Kiss Every one of those kids for helping to make sure you got a nice booty." She playfully joked. Phoebe laughed, quite taken by this girl. She also felt a bit of pity too, she could read this girl like a book, thanks to her empathy abilities. She wanted to just give her a hug, and tell her it would be fine. But she couldn't do that, she knew the girl would be freaked out.
"Okay, I like the sitting on the desk, let's do this. We'll have the book sitting next to you, and you can sit next to it. You can look professional, sexy, smart, whatever. You pose, I'll make it work." Evey told her.
"Sexy? At my age?" Phoebe asked.
"I'm sure you would have no problem pulling it off." She told her. She stepped back, picked up her camera, and started shooting. Chris was impressed; she seemed to know what she was doing. She didn't even seem that old. He figured she must be close to his age, around 23, or 24. After about ten minutes she was finished.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Halliwell." Evey told her, walking up to her. Phoebe smiled.
"No thank you." She told her, reaching out her hand. Eve shook her hand. And as soon as their skin touched, something seemed to hit Phoebe, she froze up and closed her eyes. She saw Evey walking through an alley, alone. Then out of no where, a demon came up from behind her, throwing an energy ball right at her middle. Killing her instantly.
"Mrs. Halliwell?" She heard someone ask. She opened her brown eyes, and they immediately clashed with Evey's Crystal blue. Phoebe pulled back from her, and looked to her side where Chris was.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked. Phoebe nodded slowly, looking at Evey.
"Do you need me to call someone?" Evey asked.
"No, I just, I need to leave." She said. Chris nodded, and began to walk toward the door, leaving a very confused Evey. Once Chris and his Aunt were alone in the elevator, Phoebe looked at him.
"I saw her, in a premonition." Phoebe told him. Chris looked concerned.
"What happened?" he asked.
"She was walking, down an alley. And then all of a sudden a demon came out of no where and attacked her, killing her." Phoebe replied.
"When is it going to happen?" He asked. Phoebe thought for a moment, before shrugging.
"I'm not sure. But we have to stop this demon from killing her."
Lucilla began to tap her pen against her note book. She knew she should've been taking notes, but she couldn't concentrate. She was thinking about the night before, when she got home from work with her best friends. Something about the random demon attack was off, in fact, just the main point that there was a demon attack was off.
Though her and her best friends were well aware of demons, they never actually attacked them personally. Usually they helped out a few friends who messed with demons personally. Why they would Even think to, was far beyond her comprehension. She gave a small sigh and tried to pay attention, she already came into class late. Her professor was less than pleased, she didn't know why; it wasn't as if she came into class late Everyday. Today was just a slow day.
The bell rang and Everyone quickly picked up their books and started to leave. Lucy glanced down at her notes, and gave a heavy sigh, as she realized she had little to no notes done. She quietly waited at the door for one of her best friends, Kimberlynn; she only hoped that she didn't fall asleep in class. When she saw her she approached her.
"Kimber, I need your help." She said urgently. Kimber looked at her, and smiled.
"Hey Lu, what was with you being late? You're never late." She replied.
"It seemed to be one of those mornings. Hey, you didn't happen to take any notes down did you?" she asked. Kimber gave her a sympathetic look.
"Sorry, Lucy, I fell sleep. Maybe you can ask someone else." Kimber suggested.
"It's useless; you and Lena are the only ones I know in that class. And Lena is sick today." Kimber thought for a moment, before a look of realization hit her.
"I know someone; he sits next to me in one of my other classes, and one of my medical classes I think." Kimber said.
"He takes Latin?"
"Well duh Lu, any good doctor takes Latin. Most of the medicines are in Latin and Everything. It's easier to prescribe medications when you know what they mean." Kimber replied.
"Okay, well where is he?" she asked. Kimber looked around before spotting him across the courtyard. She grabbed Lucy's hand and dragged her across the courtyard, making her fall behind her. She let go of her hand and went foreword, Lucy followed behind her, glancing at a few other students. When Kimber stopped suddenly, Lucy ran into her, making Kimber stumble a bit. Kimber ignored her and tapped the man's shoulder.
"Hey, Wyatt, you got a minute?" Kimber asked. The man turned around, and Lucy's hazel eyes met a pair of deep blue. His blond clean cut curly hair was slightly wet, probably from his shower he had this morning. He was wearing a white zip up jacket, a red shirt under that, and blue jeans. Lucy couldn't help gaze in awe at him, she thought he was about as flawless as a Greek statue.
Not only did he look perfect, his stance, and his presence, Everything about him. It all seemed so regal, as if he was someone extremely important. But she knew that he was just a collage student, much like herself.
"Yeah, sure Kimber, What can I help you with?" He asked. Wyatt looked at the girl behind her, and was too awe struck. Her chocolate brown hair was down, making small waves framing her face. Her hazel eyes seemed to bring only warmth around her. She was wearing a simple jean jacket, with matching jeans, and a light brown tank top underneath. The whole outfit seemed to accent her curves, which were a bit more rounded than normal. She wasn't exactly plus size, but she wasn't small either. It all seemed to work for her; she was a goddess in his eyes.
"Well, I was hoping you could help my friend Lucy out. She needs notes from our Latin class." She replied. Wyatt looked at Lucy, and smiled warmly, making her blush and smile back.
"Of course, I'm actually going into a break period, I'm free then." Wyatt told Lucy. Lucy smiled and nodded at him.
"Perfect, I have a break too." She told him, which was true, her other professor didn't start teaching for another hour. She was completely free.
"Great, well while you two trade notes, and whatever else, I'm going to class." Kimber said walking away. Wyatt and Lucy said their goodbyes to her as she left. Lucy started playing with the strap on her backpack, it was a small nervous habit she had, when she was nervous she had to have something in her hand that she could play with. It was her way of distracting herself. Though, she wasn't sure why she was nervous, it was just a guy. She wasn't really one to get shy around guys.
"Coffee?" she heard someone ask. She looked up at Wyatt.
"Huh…?" she asked. He gave a small, perfect, smile.
"Would you like to get some coffee? We can trade notes at a local coffee shop." He told her. She felt like an idiot, she should've known what he meant. But for some reason, she thought he was asking her something different, and she blushed a little at the thought.
"I think coffee would be excellent." She told him. He smiled and held out his hand.
"Wyatt Halliwell," he stated. She smiled and took it.
"Lucy Donelle." She replied.
"Nice to meet you Lucy."
"Same here Wyatt."
Morgan Keely began to type ferociously on her computer, trying to help her boss finish the deadline. She hated being an assistant, but it paid decently, and she needed the money to start her own newspaper company. She always wanted to be an editor or something to that effect. But at the rate she was going, she was never going to be able to achieve her goal in the near future.
Quickly she finished editing the article and printed it out. One thing she hated about this job was, that most of the time, she was the one editing. Even though her boss was the editor, he seemed to make her do most of it. She quickly took the article out of the printer and put it into her bosses' mail box.
"Hey, Morgan!" she heard someone say. She turned around and saw her boss walking toward her. Though she wasn't the biggest fan of her boss, mostly because he had a tendency to be a little lazy, she couldn't deny how much she was attracted to him. He had nice shaggy dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. When he wasn't wearing a suit, he was usually seen wearing a regular tee shirt and jeans, nothing to fancy.
But what really attracted her, was his personality. He was a bit lazy, and a bit bossy, but he was very down to earth. He was charming, and daring. He wasn't afraid to overstep the boundaries, and he usually got what he wanted by doing that. But he surprisingly didn't try to have Everything he could get, being as rich as he was.
"Hello, Mr. Williams." She replied. She had the biggest urge to correct him with the 'Hey, Morgan!' when it should've been 'Hey, Ms. Keely!' but of course, she was his assistant, and he was her boss.
"I need you to do me a favor." He stated, leading her into his office. She bit her lip, not sure she wanted to hear this.
"Um, sure." She replied apprehensively. "What do you need?" She asked.
"I need you to do and errand for me." Morgan held back a sigh; this was a normal part of her job. Though she hated it, she was often sent to do errands for her boss. Which she thought was ridiculous, seeing as he had a personal assistant. But apparently, he took care of the bosses' kids, especially now that his wife left him.
"Of course sir, what is it you need me to do?" she asked, almost robotically.
"I need you to call Lonny-"
"Your personal assistant?" she asked. He nodded.
"Tell him to make a reservation for two, at a new restaurant for next Saturday." She nodded as she took down notes in her black berry the company gave her.
"Anything else sir?" she asked.
"Tell him to pick up my suit at the cleaners." He paused. "And tell him to remind you, to buy yourself a nice dress."
"What?" Morgan asked, not sure she heard him. He threw a smirk at her, and took one of her hands in his own.
"Morgan, I would be honored if you would have dinner with me next Saturday." He said, not bothering beating around the bush. Morgan raised one of her red eyebrows, her mind trying to comprehend the situation. When she finally did, she had a hard time concealing the heat rushing to her face, and an Even harder time pulling her hand away from his.
"Mr. Williams-"
"Mark, Morgan, you can call me Mark." She bit her lower lip; as she carefully tried to choose her words.
"M-Mark, you're my boss; I mean I work for you. I don't know if we should take this out of the office, I might look like I'm easy but-"
"Whoa, wait. I never said you were easy, I'm simply asking you to dinner. So what if I'm your boss, I don't think that should really matter." He told her. She tried to stop taping the side of her black berry; if she did any faster it would sound like a beat box.
"Mark, I like you, don't think I don't. I just don't want other people thinking I'm sleeping with you in order to get promoted." He chuckled.
"Believe me; I'm not planning to sleep with you on the first date. That's not my style." Morgan sighed, and thought it over. She liked him, she couldn't deny that, but she wasn't sure she wanted to date him. But that was mostly because she was worried about her image. Oh to hell with her image, it wasn't like she really had one in the first place.
"Okay, I'll go on a date with you." She replied, smiling a little. He smiled back, and kissed her hand. Making the heat in her cheeks radiate all over her body.
"Wonderful, I'll see you nest Saturday." He told her. She nodded and left his office. She quickly walked to her desk and gave a heavy sigh, trying to stop herself from screaming in joy. Despite her not really wanting to date her boss, she was happy she could date 'Mark', who seemed to be completely different from her boss.
When she finally calmed down, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket. She quickly took it out and looked at who was texting her. It was Evey, her sister. The text seemed pretty simple.
Club P3 tonight, you game?
Morgan thought about it for a minute, she could use a girl night. Usually it was just Evey, Lucy, and her going. But obviously if Evey was asking her, she was going with a few friends from work. Morgan texted back a yes and went back to work.
"So, what are you going to school for?" Wyatt asked. Lucy glanced into his deep blue pools, before shyly turning back to his Latin notes.
"A bunch of things. Education, English, Literature, Creative writing, and of course Latin." She replied. Wyatt nodded, and took a sip of his coffee. Lucy asked him the same question.
"I'm going to school to be a doctor." He replied simply. Lucy glanced up; she kind of figured that, seeing as Kimber said she was in a few medical classes with him.
"Really…? I'm not sure I would want to be a doctor." She said thoughtfully.
"Why not…?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I was never good with blood. But I respect the practice because it helps people, that is always something I've wanted to do." She told him.
"So, how are you going to help people?" he asked. She looked at him.
"I'm going to be a teacher; I want to help kids discover their potential. I think if you can do that, you're helping the future." She told him.
"So, you're going to be a Latin teacher?" he asked. She chuckled and shook her head.
"No, I want to be an English teacher. Latin was just something I wanted to take by it self." She told him.
"Really? You don't hear that Everyday."
"Well I figured I'd get to the roots of my native language." She told him, closing the book and handing it too him.
"What language do you speak?" he asked.
"Other than English?" she asked, smirking slightly. He laughed and nodded.
"Obviously."
"Italian, my parents were both born in Venice, Italy." She told him. He looked a little surprised.
"Seriously? Can you say something in Italian?" he asked. She thought for a moment, deciding on whether she should be simple, or flirty. After a moment she spoke.
"Penso che lui sia caldo, ed amerei uscire con lui." She said. He smiled at her, amazed she really was speaking another language.
"What does it mean?" he asked. She smiled and shrugged.
"I don't know." She told him.
"You don't know? Or you don't want to tell me." He stated.
"I'll give you a dictionary." She told him.
"I can't remember what you said." He admitted. She quickly took out a pen, and wrote it on a napkin. When she was finished writing, she slid the napkin over toward him and smiled devilishly.
"There you go."
"Your not gonna just tell me what you said, are you?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Nope, I like being difficult." She told him, grabbing her bag and standing up.
"You're leaving?" he asked, a little disappointed. She hid a smile and nodded.
"I have to get to class, but thank you so much for the notes. I really appreciate it Wyatt." She told him, she waved and went to leave, only to have him stand up and grabbed her hand.
"I'll walk you to class." He said, sounding slightly desperate. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and smiled.
"Thank you, but the English department is across the school, compared to the Health department. But I appreciate the gesture." She told him shyly. He still held onto her hand.
"Well, can I get your number?" He asked. She looked surprised for a moment, before blushing Even more.
"For…?" she asked. It was then his turn to blush.
"Well, I would like to call you sometime." She smiled and pulled out her pen. She then took his hand, and wrote her number. When she was done she smiled brightly at him.
"Feel free to call me whenever." She told him.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Wyatt asked.
"Tomorrow is a Saturday, right?" Lucy asked.
"I believe so," Wyatt replied. Lucy thought for a moment before smiling.
"What did you have in mind?" She asked.
"Lunch, then maybe tour the city till dinner, then have a delicious meal, call it a night." He suggested. She smiled at him.
"I think that is a great idea." She replied. Wyatt smiled.
"I'll call you tomorrow then, we'll go from there." He smiled down at her, and she smiled back.
"Perfect, see you tomorrow." She told him leaving the coffee shop. When she was out of the shop, and a good block away, she couldn't help but bursting out into a smile and giggling a bit. She was a few inches away from her class when her phone went off. She quickly took it out and flipped it open, seeing it was a text message. It was from Evey.
P3 tonight, Morgan is going. Are you in?
Lucy smiled and texted a yes back, like she was going to miss an opportunity to go out with her friends.
