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Chris vs. Logan

Chris's POV

Chris orbed back to the manor, reforming in the attic. Chris looked around; he was alone. He held one of the vials that Keira had given him in his hand; now all he had to do was get Logan and Rogue on their own. But who should he start with? Rogue, he decided. She had the more lethal power. Chris walked out of the attic and down the steps, almost bumping into Phoebe.

"So did you do what you wanted?" asked Phoebe.

Chris smiled inwardly; if Phoebe had known what he was about to do, and just had done. . .

"Yeah." he said, "Piece of cake."

Phoebe smiled, then her face became more serious. "There aren't enough rooms in the manor for Logan and Rogue, so they're gonna be staying at P3 with you. Logan will be staying in your room, and Rogue will sleep in Piper's office for now."

Chris felt a surge of anger and fear. How could they be staying with him, and one of them in the same room as him? How was he supposed to keep his secrets now? What if they tried to kill him? Did the sisters trust Logan and Rogue that much?

Chris kept himself neutral as he responded, "Sure. Ok."

Phoebe nodded, satisfied, and walked away, towards the kitchen.

"Are they in P3 now?" asked Chris, wondering if he could use the situation to get Rogue alone.

"Yeah," said Phoebe, "Paige orbed them there." Chris nodded, and orbed away to P3.

He reformed in his room, a remodified version of an office that Piper had previously used for records. Rogue was in his room, looking around at the posters on the wall.

"What are you doing here?" snapped Chris, his eyes on the open door, wondering where Logan was.

"I just wanted to see your room," said Rogue apologetically.

"Where's Logan?" asked Chris.

"He went to get a drink." said Rogue, "He should be back soon."

Chris nodded. Logan wouldn't be back for at least five minutes, and that was plenty of enough time to use his potion. Chris went to the door and closed it. Chris turned to Rogue, his back to the door, and threw one of his potions down at Rogue's feet. The phial shattered, and a thin, blue smoke rose into her nostrils. Rogue's skin glowed blue for a second, and then she looked at Chris blankly. The potion was good, thought Chris with approval.

"Do you or Logan turn Wyatt Matthew Halliwell evil in the Future?" asked Chris, looking intently at Rogue. Rogue looked blankly at Chris.

"No." she said, and Chris sighed in relief, rubbing his forehead.

At least he didn't have to worry about that anymore. Wyatt was safe from them, so now Chris would just have to worry about keeping his cover. Rogue's skin glowed blue once more, and then faded back to it's original color. She shook her head slightly, and looked at Chris, confused.

"What the hell did you do to her?" snarled a harsh voice behind him. Chris turned and saw Logan standing in the doorway. He hadn't even heard him come in. How much had he seen? How much would he tell?

Logan's POV

What had he done? What had the bastard done to Rogue? She looked confused, and I'd seen her skin glow blue.

"Answer me!" I said. If he'd hurt her . . .

"Nothing!" said Chris, but his eyes told the true story. Besides, I'd seen her glow, and Rogue didn't glow.

I stepped closer to Chris, and Rogue seemed to realize what was going on.

"Liar." I growled.

"What's happened?" asked Rogue.

"What did he do to you?" I asked Rogue, but she looked blank.

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking back from me to Chris and back to me again.

Chris gestured to Rogue. "See? I didn't do anything." His voice had a slightly false quality to it, and I could tell that he was lying.

Logan put on a burst of speed and ran towards Chris. Chris was taken by surprise and didn't move in time, as Logan punched him across the face. Chris was sent flying by Logan's mutant strength, and crashed into his desk, before falling onto the floor. Chris looked up at Logan, fear visible in his face and eyes, as Logan rushed towards him. Chris closed his eyes and started to orb, but Logan reached him and grabbed his orbs, flinging them, and Chris, across the room so that he crashed into a wall and reformed there.

"Logan, what are you doing? He didn't do anything wrong!" screamed Rogue.

Logan ignored Rogue. Obviously, Chris had brainwashed her, or erased her memory. Chris started to get up, but he wasn't quick enough to compare to Logan's better-then-average speed. Logan rushed at him again, pushing Chris hard against the wall, pinning him there with one hand, and putting his other fist inches away from Chris's throat.

The claws on the outside of Logan's fists came out, trapping Chris's neck between them. Logan's third and middle claw came out slowly lightly touching Chris's Adams Apple. Chris swallowed nervously, and Logan felt the movement against his claw. Logan felt satisfaction that Chris was afraid; that meant he would talk. He would find out the truth.

Chris's POV

Chris stared up at Logan's pitiless, merciless eyes, and he knew that he was trapped. If he tried to orb, Logan could easily grab his orbs, forcing Chris to reform, and stab him. He couldn't move either; Logan had him pinned against the wall, with one of his knife-like claws touching his throat and two less then a centimeter away. If Chris moved at all, Logan could slit his throat in less then a second, and Chris would die, not being a full whitelighter. Chris felt hate rise up in his throat, and his body tensed up in anger, fear and self-disgust. How could he have been incapacitated so easily, and by Logan, nonetheless?

"What did you do to Rogue, you bastard?" demanded Logan.

"Nothing." said Chris, biting down on his voice to keep the hate from it.

Logan's middle claw extended farther, pressing hard into the hollow of Chris's neck. The threat was clear; talk or die. But Chris was master at talking with empty words, though not necessarily lying.

"I didn't hurt her." he said, and as he talked, the movement of his Adams Apple against Logan's middle claw cut his skin, and caused a thin line of blood to run down his throat.

Chris saw Rogue run to Logan out of the corner of his eye. "Logan, let go of him." she said.

Logan didn't move, his light eyes looking darkly into Chris's. Chris stared right back into those eyes, his defiance strong and unstoppable as ever. Rogue walked over to Logan and grabbed the arm that was at Chris's throat with her gloved hand.

"Logan, let him go." she said, and there was a strength in her voice that Chris hadn't heard before.

Logan glanced once at Rogue, and once more at Chris. He sheathed his claws and moved his fist away from Chris's throat. Chris closed his eyes and exhaled a quick sigh of relief before opening his eyes. Logan walked quickly out of Chris's room tension lining his body, but Rogue stayed behind. Chris rubbed his throat and looked at his hand. There wasn't to much blood on it; Chris wouldn't even bother to ask Leo to Heal it. He didn't need Leo's help. Leo had other things to worry about, Chris was sure.

"Are you all right?" asked Rogue, moving closer to see the cut on Chris's throat.

"I'm fine." said Chris. Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional. Yup, he was just FINE.

"I'll talk to him," said Rogue, as she too walked out of Chris's room.

Chris looked despairingly around the room. Another mess to clean, another issue to deal with. And Logan would most likely go to Piper with the news that Chris had done something to Rogue. Now Chris would have to watch his steps extra carefully. Great, just great. It wasn't bad enough that he had to keep secrets from his family, those he loved, but now they would trust him even less then they already did. If they trusted him at all, that is.

Chris debated with himself whether to start cleaning his room, or go back to the manor to confront Logan. He decided to stay; the sisters and Logan would come to him soon enough, and if he went to them, it would only make them more likely to believe Logan. With a sigh, Chris rubbed his neck once more, and started to clean up the room.

I know this chapter was shorter then the last one, but (as I said above) I had flu, and I wanted to give you guys something to read. I will try to make the next one longer. Also, I need a favor from everyone. I'm co-writing a story with Gaara's Sweetheart called Resistance isn't futile. We've only gotten one review so far, so please R&R the story.

Here's the plot (WARNING Harry potter DH spoilers): You know that while Harry was hunting Horcruxes hell was moving in at Hogwarts. In the fic, we write what happened at Hogwarts, and what all the students had to go through.

I know it's rated K for now, that was an accident. The rating will be switched to T, and the story will be very angsty, and realistic, and true to Rowling. Give it a shot.

And for both of these stories, DON'T FORGET TO R&R!!!!