Goddesses Gone Wild

"You expect us to defeat the Titans dressed like this?" Piper said Chris smiled faintly, he remembered her saying that several times before to some of the Elders he remembered. "Maybe at a costume party."

"That's not a costume," Chris replied patiently. "That represents your new status as Gods."

"Power?" Paige asked, "Power is good. I like power. Why do I like power?" she asked. Chris grinned.

"You are the Goddess of War."

"Ahh," she said, looking at the trident in her hand. "I guess that explains the pitchfork." Chris was naturally a history buff. He truly believed that in the past he could learn the future. He missed Uncle Cole. He used to sit down and listen to his Uncle's stories, his uncle had been one hundred and twenty seven, at least that was the age Chris usually got out of him. He couldn't tell if he was exaggerating on generalizing but there was a lot to learn from him.

"It's a trident," Chris replied, a little bit testy. "Be careful with that, it's dangerous."

"Right on," she said in a voice that reminded Chris of Uncle Cole's stories on the sixties. Nineteen sixties, obviously. "Who wants to fight?"

"I'm a lover not a fighter," Phoebe argued with her half-sister.

"You are the goddess of love, "he said looking at her. She only looked slightly younger than she had the last time he had seen her, about a year ago. Her death was still fresh in his mind; it still filled him with guilt. All of their deaths filled him with guilt.

"Naturally," Piper replied sarcastically. "When then I must be the Goddess of Sanity, because I find this all ridiculous. "

"Actually, Leo gave you dominion of the earth and all its natural elements. "

"Wait a minute; you are saying Leo did this to us?"

"Chris, you never told us, do you have a girlfriend in the future?" Phoebe asked him. Yeah, he did. And he would only see her again when he completed the mission, so on that note. He shook Bianca's image from his mind and ignored Phoebe.

"As you can see, you all have drives and urges based on your powers," he replied, giving the facts. He had worked too hard on this to have any emotions screw it up for him. Not even his own emotions were going to jeopardize the mission. They were not his family, not yet anyway. As far as they were concerned he was a whitelighter and that was the way it would stay if he had anything to say about it. He had had plenty of practice in hiding his powers. He was even going to bind his own power. Just the one. The telepathy was too useful; he could read thoughts before they arrived so he would not be 

caught unaware by any of the sisters. "Don't let them distract you, alright? Stay focused. Focused on the Titans," he clarified. While they did that he was going underground, to the Demon's Apple, a demonic club.

"Hold it, pal," Piper said looking him over. "I don't know what kid of game you are playing…" Chris gulped and looked around nervously, had she recognized herself in him? But her next words proved his fears irrelevant. "But Leo's not in the God-making business."

"How old are you, anyway?" Phoebe asked. Chris looked at her. He wasn't really sure about the answer to that one. Um, Minus a year. Or twenty two. In this time he hadn't been born yet. So he ignored her.

"The Elders forbid it. And if anything Leo is a company man."

"The Elders did forbid it, and guess what they died!" he said stressing each and every word for emphasis. He hoped to get this conversation over with soon, he had work to do. And hanging around with his family wasn't part of the mission or the plan. It would make leaving harder. He wasn't even sure how to get back. The spell was a one way door, which was probably why it hadn't been used before. But this was their one chance to fix the world, and Chris had had no choice. Countless lives had been lost before they had come up with the one plan to save the world. Even if he died in the process to save Wyatt, and his cousins it would be worth it. "Most of them, anyway," Chris said with a shrug. He had never really liked the Elders, probably because his father had been one. He had always been saving the world, never having time for his family. If Penny had been there and privy to his thoughts she would have told him that sounded familiar, because Chris was now anxious to get away from the Power of Three, but Penny wasn't there and as his thoughts were twenty some years in the past he couldn't project them to her very easily. The only difference was Chris would leave a demon fight to bail them out. No matter what. "Leo's in charge up there now. He's taking a huge risk that you three won't lose your humanity like the ancient Greeks did….Whoa," he said as he felt himself being lifted off the ground by Paige's trident.

"You killed the Elders," she snarled. "You could have prevented it. I say we castrate him." Chris wasn't giving her a chance. He orbed and rematerialized across the room.

"A little control, ladies."

"I say we find something else to cut off."

"No!" he said. Not that he wouldn't have loved to play hide and seek with Paige but he had a mission to complete. "I told you to stat Focused," he said emphasizing the words again. Being a whitelighter was a hard job when no one was listening. He wondered how Leo had done it. "In my future, ALL the Elders were KILLED!" he repeated. "That's why I came back to help Leo give you this power to save my future. So that this would never have to happen again."

"Hey, guys," Paige said suddenly, pointing the trident at the piano. "Watch this," she said as electricity shot from the trident. Chris looked a little fearful at that. He really had to bind that power. He did not want to accidently hurt someone, like one of the sisters, or Leo. He had to keep him alive or he wouldn't be born.



"Put that thing down. You are going to hurt someone."

"I certainly hope so," she said with a smile.

"Look at the piano."

"Don't worry," he told her. "It will be fixed. I mean it is fixed in the future, my future."

"Peanut, would you like to learn the piano?"

"I...don't…know," he replied slowly.

"Chris, you are a wuss."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Wyatt, you will not talk to your brother like that!"

"But Mom, all the kids will make fun of me if they know that my brother plays the piano! I can't protect him if you make him a sissy."

"I am not a sissy," Chris replied.

"Fine. Whatever, I don't care. But if the kids pick on you don't come crying to me."

"I don't need your protection."

"Sure, you can take care of yourself. I know. What about last week? What the Mangle brothers used your own powers against you?"

"I would have figured something out," Chris insisted.

"Chris," his mother asked him.

"It was nothing."

"Christopher, we don't keep secrets in this family."

Chris shook his head, clearing the memory from his mind. His thoughts were interrupted by Phoebe's quotations.

"Paige, make love, not you know. There's no door love can't open," Chris rolled his eyes wanting to orb out but waiting to see what would happen. He really couldn't interfere too much.

"This is Leo's strategy. This is crazy. These girls can't be seen in public much less…."



She was cut off by Phoebe. "That reminds me. I'm late for a bachelor action. I'm going to go pick up a guy or two or twelve."

"Phoebe," Chris said, attempting to stop her as she clapped her hands and hearts appeared around her. Before Chris could move, she was gone.

"Ohh, that's a good idea. I'm going to get in some target practice with some demons!" Paige said excitedly.

"Paige! No! Paige," he said helplessly as a lightning bolt appeared taking Paige away.

"You've got to go get them," he said turning to Piper.

"Me? Oh, no. This is your mess you clean it up," she said walking away from him.

"No," Chris said following her. "Your role is to provide balance. That's why you fee so grounded and in control." She stopped to look at him.

"Wow, Chris that was really good. You almost sound like a whitelighter, too bad I already have one. And if HE would like me to do something then HE CAN ASK ME HIMSELF," she said her voice elevating with every word. "Do you hear that?"

"You want Leo? Do you know how you can get him back? Vanquish the Titans. If you can do that…then you are going to find out what a world of darkness really feels like. My world," he said darkly, seriously. If this could save Wyatt. He only hoped. He knew when he was about ten the Titans had died…but before that it was dark. Four years of peace had been all he had had. When his mother had died Wyatt had taken over, and there wasn't much of a difference.

A gust of wind appeared and Piper left. Finally. He went to find Wyatt. He stepped into his mother's room and found Wyatt, laying there with an elf nanny. "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

"If he cries, I'll be back," she said. Chris looked at him. It was Wyatt; there was no doubt about that. He closed his eyes, reaching out to Wyatt, trying to form a connection. He found it, it was faint and as he stepped closer, Wyatt brought up his shield, obviously afraid of it. It brought a wry smile to his face.

"If anyone should be protecting themselves, it's me from you," he said bitterly. "You don't need to fear me...yet." Chris orbed into the attic, having found the page earlier. He wrote down the power he wished to bind. He used his telepathic ability to project Wyatt's power behind the spell. It wouldn't work very often. If Leo found out he would stop him. "Hear these words of this witch

The Secrets buried in the night

Protect me from myself

Take away the one power, the others left," His hands sparkled and he attempted to use the power, nothing happened. Finally, he didn't have to fear himself. He smiled, with the burden lifted from his shoulders. He orbed underground to the Demon's Apple, applying a slight glamour to darken his 

appearance. He looked at the entrance of the demon cave. There were saloon doors, just like out of the Wild West. Inside, it reminded Chris of another life. The bar was reminiscent of the bar from his past life, but he didn't stop to think on that. He had another mission in mind entirely. The floors didn't squeak but moaned as Chris stepped on them, taking a seat at the bar as he looked around. There was an inch of dirt and dust everywhere, even when Chris sat down, careful not to wipe at it. Demons didn't care about dirt. Chris glanced around and saw a few faces that he recognized but not the one he was looking for. He looked up when a hand touched he shoulder.

"What's your problem?" the guy asked.

"Witches," Chris replied, with a slight grunt.

The demon grunted in response. "Usually ours too. Especially those Pollyanna Charmed Ones. And their brat." Chris's ears picked up, but the demon changed the subject. "But now, the Titans are out. They've already taken out a small faction, but demons aren't there goal. Whitelighters are. Can't say I'm complaining too many whitelighters around here anyway. What I worry about is what happens when they are finished with the whitelighters. Can't say I don't wish they would just be vanquished so that we can get back to the sport of picking witches off ourselves."

"I agree. Even demons don't want the world to be in complete and udder darkness. Makes it hard to tell who to fight," Chris agreed knowing the demons sensed his power, even with the power binding on his more forceful power they sensed it. Chris walked out of the bar, maybe he would be here next time. Of course, the bar was likely to look completely different. Chris orbed back home into the basement where he was sure no one would be. He walked up the stairs and was shocked at what he saw. Phoebe was lying on a couch being served by…he counted nine men. He watched as four came in from the kitchen. Thirteen. What could Phoebe want with thirteen men? Paige was busy ordering a few around herself. Piper just stood there. "What is this Goddesses gone Wild?" he asked. He looked pointedly at Piper. "I told you to keep them in line. What would happen if the Titans attacked right now?"

"Chris, I've got this," she replied. "All of you, OUT!" she screamed as a gust of wind behind her winds produced the effect she wanted.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," he replied with a smile. They left and Chris went back to the Underworld when some lower demons hung out, not practically worried about the Titans, he had another mission altogether, who was after his older baby brother.