Summary: It has been said that key moments in our lives will forever define us, and lead us to the path that will take us to our eventual destination. What happens when you're forced off your path? Will you fight to stay on path or create a new one for yourself?
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Identity Crisis
A Charmed Fan Fiction Series
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything! This story is inspired by xbballbolin's Identity Chrisis. This is hopefully the first story in the series of fanfics I'm working depending on everyone's interest in the story. Hope you like it and remember to Review, please.
Chapter Two: The Present Meets Future
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," she frets as she tries desperately to get the key to turn over. "C'mon baby. Don't do this to me."
Phoebe Halliwell was having one of those mornings that enforced Murphy's Law. She'd slept through her alarm, ran out of hot water, spilled coffee all over her new blouse, and the list kept growing as the day progressed reaching the high point of her car breaking down in front of the manor. A heavy groan of defeat left the brunette's lips and her hand dropped from the key in the ignition to her side. If she didn't know any better she'd think gremlins were up to their old tricks but dismissed it knowing not everything that went wrong in their lives was magic.
She rested her head on the top of the wheel a moment, fingers delicately shifting around it as she murmured to herself, "Okay, okay, no big deal. Just a little delay. Piper will give me a ride to work and the rest of the day will be perfectly normal. I mean, what else could go wrong?"
As soon as the last sentence slips from her lips, she wishes she could take it back, take a deep breath and remove the damning vibe that she'd just let out in the world. But she can't. Internally she curses herself and before she can finish, a loud bang caused her to nearly jump out of her skin bashing her head against the wheel out of shock in response. Immediately, chocolate pools slipped back to the window; a few choice words are ready on the tip of her tongue but died the moment she realized the bloody smear of a flattened hand against the driver's side window inches away.
"Melinda," he breathes, a glazed expression on his face as he stared at her. No. Not at her, she quickly realized. He was staring past her at some distant memory he couldn't quite reach. His brows pinch together as anguish slashed at his insides to mirror the slashes that decorated his flesh. For a reason that escaped her, she pressed her hand against the window atop his and despite the glass that separated them she was pulled into a vision.
The stranger acting as a white knight swooping in and saving a brunette beauty from certain peril.
Flashing to the couple sitting by a campfire, angelic wings expanding out and encompassing them for warmth, her lips meeting his in a chaste kiss.
His arms wrapped around the girl's waist and his lips planting kisses on her neck, the triquetra tattooed just beneath her collarbone.
The two become three as they embrace their newborn baby boy.
Him watching in horror as she's run through with Excalibur, torn between going back for her or staying the course to insure their sons existence.
All the emotions of that moment rolled up and crashed into her like a wrecking ball forcing her back from the connection. He then followed in suit crashing down, sprawling back onto the unforgiving pavement. Immediately, Phoebe regains a semblance of composure: reaching down to the handle, forcing the door open, and scrambling to his side applying pressure to one of the larger gashes on his abdomen calling for Leo
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Slowly, Chis Halliwell walked his fingertips across tiny feet one by one prodding lightly as the obligatory giggles of his nephew filled the air and the moment he stopped, the infant's face scrunching up in anticipation. Then he continued, a new fit of laughter echoing into the air, his tiny face awash with absolute joy causing a smile to slip onto his lips.
Only an uncle for a couple hours and Chris couldn't imagine going back to life without the little guy. After he'd sacrificed himself and became a whitelighter, he'd become a shell of her former self- no direction, no purpose, no hope… an existence of vast nothingness. But wrapped within this tiny tot was the direction, beauty, and meaning… everything he'd thought he'd never find again.
And it was all thanks to the last man he thought he'd ever thank. Halliwells had been infamous for their taboo choices in love: Piper married a whitelighter, her mother loved one, Chris had went in the steps of his aunt and had fallen for an assassin witch, but his sister took the cake. She fell for the fallen, the first darklighter, the devil himself, Lucifer "Luc" Blaze. It'd be a lie for Chris to say he was happy about it but if anyone could change the devil it was his sister.
Melinda.
She wasn't dead. Not really. In a year she'd be brought into this world free of the mark the unchanged future branded into him but she wouldn't be his Melinda, no she'd be the new Chris's. He shook the thought from his head, not willing to let his first moment of happiness in he didn't know how long be overcasted by doom and gloom. No, Chris had spent enough time worrying about the world, now he was determined to focus on his corner of it.
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