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1x06 : Witch Hazel
Summary : Hearing that the Source is building up his forces, the next generation rushes to make sense the prophecy, but why is the Source freaked out and acting irrationally? And what happens when a mysterious hazel eyed woman wanders into their life?
Chapter Two : Been Here Before?
Henry Jr orbed into his eldest cousins' apartment and rubbed his eyes as he reformed and yawned - loudly. "Henry, did you get any sleep last night?" Emily asked from where she was sitting on the counter, "because if you did, you look like hell." She said simply as she took a bite from her apple, smirking when Henry Jr sent her a withering glare.
"Morning to you too, sunshine," Wyatt commented when he seen the glare. Watching his only male cousin head over to the coffee pot, Wyatt frowned. "Seriously, are you okay?" He asked as Henry poured the coffee into a mug and took a big gulp out of it, causing Wyatt to scrunch up his face. Don't get him wrong, he loved coffee, but black coffee was just nasty.
Henry Jr nodded as he yawned again, "I'm fine," he said simply as he took another sip of his coffee. "I just had this really bad dream last night, and I couldn't get back to sleep afterward." Hoisting himself onto the counter, he looked between the two. "So, what are you two up to at this fine hour in the morning?" He said bitterly as he looked out of the window, only to glare when he seen that it was a nice day out.
"Someone's grumpy," Emily stated.
Wyatt rolled his eyes, "well since we have no classes today I thought I would laze around and see if the Elders would actually deliver on their promise." He said simply, "for once," he added telepathically. Hearing the other two chuckle, Wyatt sighed, "so," he said as he walked over and patted Henry on the back. "What's the matter?" He asked, "What was the dream about?"
Henry Jr shrugged, "it was nothing," he said, brushing it off. "It was just this weird dream I had, it didn't mean anything." Seeing Emily and Wyatt's looks, Henry Jr sighed knowing they were not about to let this go. "Okay, fine! It was just this weird dream that the Source is building up his ranks I guess, I don't know why but I have this bad feeling that the Source is planning something again."
Emily winced, remembering what had happened the last time the Source had planned something - it hadn't turned out all that well. Taking a deep breath she controlled her thoughts and raised an eyebrow at Henry, "um, no offence sweetie, but when isn't the Source planning something?" She asked seriously, causing Wyatt to snort. "He wants us all dead, so he is always planning something!" She pointed out, "you know this silly little thing called our demise."
Wyatt nodded, "she has a point, but if you think there is something to it, I think you should trust your gut." He said truthfully, seeing Henry's raised eyebrow he shrugged, "hey Aunt Paige always used to get feelings and vibes like that when something bad was going to happen, and you are her son." Wyatt pointed out simply, "who am I to brush you off? I can help you look into it if you want."
Henry Jr nodded, "I don't have a shift today," he mused. "I'm game we can-"
"No," Emily interrupted as she glared back and forth between the two; seeing there looks, she shook her head and crossed her arms across her chest. "No," she repeated. "I am not allowing you two to go down to the Underworld to check this out, what if the Source is planning something?" She asked.
"Then we'll know, and then we can be prepared ahead of time."
"And you said the Source is always planning something!" Wyatt added.
"What about the Elders?" Emily asked, almost smiling when she saw their smiles drop. "They're supposed to be bringing the prophecy down today," she pointed out. "What are you going to do about that? They can't orb all over creation just to hand us some dusty, old scroll." She said as she let her smirk shine through, "I mean they could be here any moment," she said, a knowing smirk on her face.
The sentence was not even out of Emily's mouth when blue and white orbs fluttered into the room only to reveal Odin, Sandra and an Elder that they had never met. That wasn't what had the two men frowning, - well not completely - mostly, it was Emily. Stupid, stupid psychics. Always thinking they knew everything. It was rather annoying anyway, smug buggers. The other thing that had them frowning was the fact that Odin was there, Sandra they could trust to be honest, Odin? Not so much, and the fact that they didn't know the other Elders wasn't the greatest thing.
Henry Jr frowned, his not so good feeling was coming back.
Sandra nodded and smiled slightly as she bowed her head at them. "Hello," She greeted and the three half-witches nodded in reply. "We're sorry to keep you waiting," she said simply. Reaching into her robe she removed an old scroll and handed to it Wyatt, "we weren't able to make heads or tails with it." She frowned, "we were able to tell that it had to do with you, the last part just didn't make sense to us." She frowned, "we couldn't get anything out of it."
"Sandra!" Odin hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits as he looked at his female fellow traveller. didn't she realise she wasn't mean to admit their failure so bluntly? Their failure was sure to amuse the witches in the room, and more digs from the Warren line was not something he could deal with.
"Odin," Sandra said as she sent Odin a look, one that clearly said she was disappointed in him. That alone brought a smirk to Henry and Wyatt's face, while Emily let her laughter bubble over slightly, causing Odin and the other male Elder to give her a loon of annoyance. "We are Elders," she pointed out, "not all knowledgeable beings. We are not all knowing, and believing so I wrong." She pointed out, hiding her smirk while Odin huffed and crossed his arms. "It's arrogant," she said, calling him out. Not getting a response from them, she looked at the others and sighed. "Sorry about him, some Elders don't know their place," she said, winking at them.
"Sandra, we are not to interact with them!" Odin snapped, "We are not to interfere. You gave them the prophecy, so now we're leaving," he said as he looked to the other Elder for back up. If the other Elder was on Odin's side though, he did not show it.
Sandra rolled her eyes, "you may leave, but I'm staying." She said sternly.
Wyatt and Henry exchanged a quick look and then frowned when the saw Emily remove the prophecy from Wyatt's hand and gently opened it and sat on a stool and sighed as she read it over.
Henry Jr looked at Sandra and sighed, "So, you said the ending was the only thing you didn't understand," he pointed out as his eyes drifted to Emily. "What did you learn?" He asked, seeing Sandra sigh while the other Elders shifted uncomfortably, he frowned and shared another looked at Wyatt.
Seeing the grave look on Sandra's face, Wyatt frowned. "We're not going to like this, are we?" He asked, reading the looks on all of the Elders' faces. Something told him there was something that they were not saying - like always - but something told him that whatever it was, it was something they did not want to say. His glance flickering to the other Elders, he frowned and became disturbed by their looks. "Whatever it is, just say it."
Henry Jr chuckled at his cousin's bluntness and looked at the Elders. "But on a scale of one to ten," he said slowly, "how bad is this news?" He asked, frowning when he saw the Emily was not even listening to them anymore. She was too engrossed in the prophecy.
The third Elder sighed, "It's not the best of news." He said simply, "and perhaps it's not the most ideal in the present time, but we can't keep the prophecy from you much longer." he said simply. "You need to know what awaits you, and the other Elders and I deem it necessary under the circumstances," he said simply.
Odin snorted angrily.
"Just because you were sure you would be able to decipher the prophecy if you were given more time," Sandra said in her gentle, serene voice, but it was easy to hear the slight amount of annoyance in her voice. Meaning there was trouble in paradise. "That is not a good enough reason to keep them in the dark, Odin."
Rolling his eyes at the turn of topic, Wyatt frowned. "What makes this not ideal?" He asked his frown deepening as he looked between the three Elders impatiently. "What makes this so necessary all of a sudden?" He asked with annoyance.
The third Elder frowned, "it's difficult to explain."
"Well then try," Wyatt snapped.
The third Elder smiled slightly, "impatient ones," he commented as he looked to his colleagues, "aren't they?" He asked.
Odin nodded and an annoyed look graced his features. "It is the way of humans, Edmund," he said simply, frowning at Wyatt and Henry Jr.
"But they aren't humans, are they?" Edmund questioned as he looked at Henry Jr and Wyatt with gentle eyes. "At least, not completely," he corrected - referring to the fact that they were indeed part white lighter.
"I suppose."
Wyatt rolled his eyes, "cut to the chase already," he said interrupting the little epiphany they seemed to have had. "You've kept us waiting long enough," he pointed out as he looked between the three of them. "Now, stop talking in riddles and tell us what you know."
"Wyatt…" Henry Jr said slowly, warning his cousin. Sure, Elders were supposed to be serene creatures and non-judgemental and all that crap, but not all Elders were. Sadly, Odin was one of them.
Wyatt sent Henry a look, "are you saying you don't agree?" Seeing Henry Jr close his mouth, only to open it again, Wyatt nodded. "Didn't think so," he said as she looked back to the Elders, determined to get their attention once more and turn the conversation back to the task at hand. "Now, what has made this so urgent?"
Before either Elder could answer the question though, Emily looked up from where she was reading the prophecy and looked between them. "Who is the witch born from a union of misdeed?" She asked, seeing their looks, she frowned. "I only ask because I don't know who it is," she said slowly, "the others were pretty simple to decipher."
Odin snorted once again and crossed his arms again angrily.
Wyatt frowned. "Who is she?" He pressed, seeing the hesitant looks on the Elders' faces.
Edmund sighed as he shared a look with his female colleague, "she is the seventh." He said simply.
Sensing their confusion and tension, Sandra sighed as she looked around the apartment. "Perhaps we should get comfortable," she suggested. "It appears as though this will be a long chat."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!…Merry Early Christmas Everyone!"
Prue rolled her eyes as she sat in the mall watching as a fat Santa waddled around the food court stopping every now and again to say hello to the children and walked from person to person handing out red and white candy canes to anyone that passed, young and old alike. Hearing the cheering that were coming from the people, all the wondrous noises filling the innocent ears of the unfortunate shoppers was effectively cheering everyone up. Leaving one bitter half-cupid to be annoyed by the sounds.
"Now, what has a pretty young thing like you so upset?"
Prue jumped as she heard a voice next to her, and whipping around she frowned when she saw an elderly woman, looking to be a few years older than her aunt Piper and she had aged, tan skin and ebony black hair that was contaminated by white patches near the roots. She looked friendly enough, but all of her years as a Halliwell had taught Prue that things weren't always what they seemed. And as sad as it was, this kind old lady could really be a demon in disguise. Sad, but true.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't see how it's any of your business." Prue said simply, starring at the woman with distrustful eyes. "But if you really need to know I'm not upset, I'm just frustrated."
The woman nodded in understanding as she leaned back and made herself more comfortable in her chair, indicating that she was going to be there a while, much to Prue's agony. "So, what has the young lady so upset?" Not getting an answer the older woman clicked her tongue and sighed, "what's his name?"
Prue's cheeks instantly flushed as she shook her head reverently as her dark brown locks flew into her face erratically as she denied what the woman was saying to her. "Guy?" She asked, "no, no, there's no guy." She said simply, rolling her eyes when the woman gave her a look that clearly said 'yeah right.' Okay so there was a guy, but Caleb was better than she thought. He had been proving to her that he wanted to be together, but she didn't know if she was ready for that. Caleb though, she sighed, he was good. She could feel her resolve crumbling by the minute.
"Mmhmm," the woman said as she shut her eyes, shaking her head. "Honey, I've seen the look on your face countless times, on many different women, and believe me when I say that they all deny it. Now, there is a guy making you this gloomy during the Christmas season of all times, then you need to re-evaluate whatever your relationship is with the man, and then decide on what's best for you. If he makes you this miserable, kick his ass and leave him."
Prue was momentarily shocked by the woman's bluntness, but when she regained her composure Prue too a deep breath. "No, that's not true, he doesn't make me miserable." She said, not really understanding why she felt this way, or why she was confiding in this woman of all people, but she was. "He actually makes me happy," she said simply, smiling at the thought of the half-manticore. Since the night in her apartment and she basically told him to fight for her, Caleb had done everything she had asked. He had even done things she hadn't asked for, and if she was honest he was being more romantic and persistent than the half-cupid had thought possible. He had shimmered her to Montreal so they could walk around the snow filled streets for the day, which had all been followed by a stroll through the old part of town where they had went to a small café and drank hot chocolate and ate the best deserts she had ever had. That being her closely guarded secret, she would never tell her aunt Piper that.
"Then why the long face, is the relationship not going well?"
Prue sighed, "the truth is, I don't know if there is a relationship," she said sadly as she placed her chin in her palm and sighed. Looking over at the woman, Prue frowned when she saw her eyes burning with curiosity, but more than that Prue saw the genuine concern, not to mention with empathy she could feel it. "We had this night, and then I told him if he wanted me he would have to fight for me and-"
"And he hasn't been fighting for you," the woman finished.
"He has been," Prue said simply, raising an eyebrow at the woman, who was once again frowning. "It's just complicated. If we were to be a couple, it would make things weird. He's my cousins' friend - all of which are extremely protective - and he's one of their best friends. And if he was to hurt me it would make things -"
"Well honey," the woman interrupted. "It your expecting your man to hurt you, let me tell you that this is not one of the more sturdy relationships I've come across, even if it is only a potential," the woman said as she raised her hands and her index fingers as well as her middle fingers curved to make parentheses, effectively making quotation marks. "Relationship."
Prue let of a puff of breath, she didn't know this woman but she was really getting on her last nerve. And Prudence Charlotte Halliwell considered herself to be a patient woman, okay she didn't, but she could be if she wanted to! This woman though, her face fell into a scowl, she could drive a saint to drink. But even as the woman's words went through her mind, Prue remembered the promise that Caleb made to her. Well, I'll have you know, you were never Wyatt's geeky baby cousin to me, and I promise I would never hurt you. "He would never hurt me," Prue said simply, smiling once again.
"Well then, what are you moping around with an old lady like me for?" The woman asked, raising her eyebrow. "If you're that sure of someone, you go after them. Don't give them the chance to run away, take advice from me," she said placing a hand on Prue's shoulder. "Believe me when I say that if you let love go, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Prue exhaled and nodded, "okay," she said simply, "my name's Prue by the way," she said turning around to introduce herself to the woman, but she was already gone. "Hello?" She asked, not seeing the woman anywhere she frowned. "Now, where did you go?" She asked, shaking her head she got up and grabbed her purse. "I have to talk to Caleb."
Watching the young woman walk away, the old lady watched her from the shadows and smiled. "You'll be fine, Prue," she said simply, watching as Prue basically ran out of the mall. "This'll work out," she said as she shook her head. "Having to give a cupid's daughter love advice," she scoffed. "That's a new one," and with that she dematerialized into a pink heart leaving no trace of her ever being there.
Chris sighed as he partially paid attention to the lecture his professor was giving him. The last, Chris frowned, over two weeks now, if not longer had been a living hell. A few weeks ago he had received all the memories of the other time-line, only to wake up to be told that the Source had used his as a distraction so he could put forth his real plan - to cause them all pain.
Which he had thoroughly done. He had killed Kelsey. So in the past two weeks Chris had woken up with two sets of memories, lost one of his closest friends, attended her funeral, and went after the Source - which sadly, had not went according to plan. The Source was still out there, which was something he would fix, personally if need be. Apparently, he had always been skilled at killing demons and figuring out the impossible. Therefore, he would find a way to end the Source, he did not know how, but the Source would pay for what he had done.
However, Chris was no fool, he knew it was not going to happen today - or even in the immediate future, no matter how much they all wanted it to. It would take planning, like his mother and father had warned them, they could not act rashly on this. Therefore, in the meantime, Chris was trying to enjoy his life as much as he could by living on day at a time; after all, he had created this new future.
Well, helped to create anyway. He had his aunts and parents to thank for this new future, but they weren't aware of his other memories yet - and if he had his way, they never would. Nevertheless, they had helped, it was done to them that this new future was in existence and not the other hell, but more so Leo. Leo had been the one to kill Gideon, that back-stabbing, two-timing, son of a bitch that was an Elder. An Elder with a bizarre sense of right and wrong, and Gideon was his murderer.
It was an odd thing to remember, remembering dying - being murdered by someone you trusted, but still be alive at the same time. He hadn't died, but at the same time his conscience remembered dying, and it was ingrained into his very soul. And it was messing up his sleep dramatically.
But other than him and his family, this new future was also created because of Bianca. The woman he had met in the other timeline, the one that had stolen his heart and saved him from going down the same path as his brother. Sure, in the end she had betrayed him, but she really hadn't. What she had done had been done out of what she thought was right and her love for him.
She had believed Wyatt would have him killed otherwise, which Chris didn't doubt. He could vividly remember the hatred in Wyatt's blue eyes, and all the hatred had been pointed at him. For betraying his brother, and because of those memories, Chris hadn't done anything to anger his brother in the few weeks. Not a single trip to the Underworld alone.
It was back to the grind though. The other timeline hadn't happened. His mother was alive, his father was around, Wyatt wasn't evil, and everyone was fine. Making it so that Chris got everything he wanted - well, all except one. He and Bianca hadn't gotten there chance at a life together, but he couldn't dwell on that. Even if he were able to find her, there was a high possibility that she was different - not his Bianca. After all, people are shaped by their experiences in life, so he would rather let the Bianca he loved live on in the back of his mind, not find the real one and be disappointed. He would rather believe that he had saved her.
Hearing the professor snap at someone for making some comment, Chris was brought out of his thoughts as he sighed. He hated this course. He didn't even need this course, but he had been required to attend some extra courses. And what had he chosen? History.
He shook his head, there was only so much more he could take on this topic. It was the witch trials. This topic had been hell purgatory during high school with all the single minded and incorrect accusations about witches, but this? This was purely hell, torment and fire included. Hearing the teacher ramble on, Chris groaned and struggled to keep his temper in check when someone asked if only women were witches.
Do I look like I have ovaries? He thought bitterly as the teacher explained that it usually went to women, but history has supported the theory that there have been male witches, known as warlocks. He shook his head, that would be demons, he thought dryly. Who unlike other demons, have the ability to 'blink' away, not shimmer or flame. Didn't these people know anything about the world he lived in!? Why did they always base their facts on what they say in movies or read in books? Okay, in regard to some of the horrors, some people wrote half decent half truths. Like Bram Stoker, his Dracula wasn't far off, but vampires were far worst than he had described, he had given the lies that you told someone when the truth was to terrible or hard to grasp.
He sighed, he could teach this course better than his own teacher. How sad was that? Thankfully he was saved from more of the historically wrong information by a knock at the door.
The professor let out a frustrated sigh and moved his glaze from his students to the door, only to glare at it. "Come in!" He ordered causing several people to jump. They would hate to be whoever was knocking at the door, if anything Professor Macklin was not a calm man, and he did not tolerate lateness. So it was in this person's best interest not to be a student.
But low and behold, a young woman whose features were hidden by her chestnut hair walked up to Professor Macklin and handed him a pink slip of paper, a note from the Dean no doubt. If he weren't so fed up with the questions his fellow classmates had been asking, Chris would have felt sorry for the girl. But after someone making the accusation he should be a woman, Christopher was in a fowl mood.
"Wow," Chris heard some guy in his class broadcast in his mind as he apparently sized up the new addition to the class. "She's a total babe," the 'voice' seemed to shout. But Chris wasn't even curious to look up and see what had caught the guy's attention, and he leaned back in his seat as he waited for time to pass. What he wouldn't do for some sleep right now.
While he was leaned back in his seat, waiting for the teacher with absolutely no knowledge on the current topic to continue, Chris sighed as he heard all the thoughts of the people surrounding him. All the guys were sizing her up, making vulgar comments in their minds, while the girls contemplated the chances of the new girl being after having plastic surgery. Was she really that attractive?
Hearing someone head closer to him, walking up the few steps to get to the isle beside him, Chris took a deep breath as he heard the guys once again make rude comments in their heads. "Where the hell is she going?" He heard a few think, which was then followed by, "why the hell would she go sit by him? Halliwell is nice, but strange."
Frowning when he heard that thought, Chris realised that the new girl was coming to sit by him, and what they mean by he was 'strange?' But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the new woman that had suddenly entered his life. "Is this seat taken?" The musical voice asked, causing Chris' eyes to snap open and stare at the new woman.
Looking at her, Chris could see what had gotten everyone's attention, she was beautiful. She had a well-toned body, not one of those bodies that most woman possessed - naturally thin - no, this one looked as if she actually worked out. How refreshing, a girl that wasn't terrified any activity would mess up their hair or cause them to lose a nail. Refreshing indeed.
But that wasn't what had caught Chris' eyes. She was a tall person, standing tall at least at about 5"7', with a oval-shaped face, long auburn hair with red tones of highlights filtering through hair, and it was easy to see they were natural. But more than that, a pair of wide chocolate brown eyes stared at him.
Then he was pulled into a flashback.
Chris frowned as he sat in a room, and he could tell from other memories that it had been his room at the Stronghold, one thing was for sure though - he took the demon obsession to far. The surfaces were staked with books on time travel, demons, everything. It looked as if Magic School's library had been transported to his room. Not to mention several maps were pinned to his walls with markings and circles marked in different colours.
Hearing himself sigh, Chris mentally wondered why the woman had surfaced this memory. "Bianca," he called as he heard his girlfriend in the bathroom, "What are you doing?" He asked from his place on the bed.
Bianca rolled her eyes as she walked into the room with her raven hair pinned up, and she looked quite different with her auburn hair. "I'm dying my hair lighter," she said as if it were the most obvious thing as she held up a bottle of dye. "Your brother thinks I'm dead," she said simply. "Might as well change my appearance a little. Because if not I wont be able to leave the building, and that would suck. I don't do well when I'm caged in."
Chris smirked and nodded, but his mind was processing his memories. He remembered the four year old Bianca from the past, the one with deep, dark brown hair, the hair that this Bianca now held. "I like your brown hair," he murmured.
Bianca smiled and twirled it around her finger, "I do too," She admitted as she met Chris' eyes. "But I need to look a little different, I need to separate myself from Wyatt's assassin," she said simply. "God knows Henry doesn't trust me as it is, no need for me to look like that girl."
Chris rolled his eyes, "he doesn't trust you and yet my brother sent the world to hell, and his oldest sister joined up and sold her soul right along with him."
Bianca rolled her eyes, "yeah, yeah but don't tell him that." She ordered as she met his eyes, "I wont be the cause for a rift between you and Henry, or any of your family Chris," she said, and with that she closed the door.
Thirty minutes later Bianca emerged, her dark brown auburn hair replaced for a warm, light brown with lighter tones going through it. "What do you think?" She asked.
That was when it hit Chris, Bianca had dyed her hair to change her appearance- that was the only reason. In this timeline, she should still have her auburn hair, at least, in his mind - that was unless of course, she had changed her mind.
Coming out of the flashback and seeing her, Chris almost felt as though he would fall out of his chair because of shock. It couldn't be, could it? No, his mind quickly told him, but in his eyes it looked like her. But it couldn't be her, she couldn't be the woman that had haunted his dreams for two weeks. But his mind wasn't working at the moment, "Bianca?" He heard himself whisper, barely able to choke out the name as he starred into those warm brown eyes that seemed so familiar to him. But he was dreaming right? This was some sick joke that destiny had thrown his way. But his heart was fighting with him, it was her, either that or Bianca had a twin sister he had never met or heard mention of.
"Excuse me?" The woman asked, a frown marring her features as they fell into a frown, causing Chris to frown in return, yet even though his mind told him it wasn't real, he wanted it to be. He wanted it to be her.
"Bianca?" He repeated, hopeful.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note : There you go, another chapter. Wow, my sixth story, how this season is flying, huh? So, is it really Bianca, or does she actually have a twin sister? Aha, that would be amusing and funny, well to me at least. Or, maybe Chris' mind is playing tricks on him, any who, I know who it is. And the whole her dyeing her hair, I remember in Chris Crossed, little Bianca had dark brown hair, older Bianca had dark roots, and in the othershows that Marisol Nicolas is in, she has raven hair. I think the show was 24.So, this Bianca or the Bianca look alike, have dark brown hair. Consistency people! AHA! So, tell me what you think and review. I already know who the person is going to be, but give me your thoughts.
