GN chapt 2

AN: In my fic the room where Chris is staying has a window that's across from the couch.

-/Chrishalliwell11\-

The next morning...

Sunlight filters in through the blinds on the window across from a lumpy couch, shining directly onto the sleeping face of a twenty one year old man. Groaning the man stirs and rolls onto his side, facing the crate of beer currently serving as a bedside table. His eyes still shut he reaches out blindly towards the crate, feeling around until his hand connects with a pair of chocolate brown glasses and then an alarm clock. The hand grips the glasses and his eyes still shut, he rams them on his face, poking himself in the eye.

"Ouch!"

He grabs the clock and brings it in front of his face, seemingly unwillingly his eyes flicker half open revealing startling emerald green orbs. The clock goes flying, his eyes snap the rest of the way open, as he hurtles up into a sitting position. He waves his hand and the blinds open, bright sunlight streams in and shines in his eyes, it's almost noon, the last time he slept this late was almost eight years ago.

He hops out of 'bed' and pulls on his clothes, or at least that's what he's planning to do, but a wave of vertigo puts him back on the couch. Slowly he pulls on his clothes and shoes, then he stands, ignoring the spinning world and the urge to sit back down. He feels very nauseous and stumbles out of his 'room', nobody's there yet but the place is trashed.

"What the?"

Then he remembers, 'The quake, the bridge, the bay, falling, getting soaked, unable to orb, something or someone saving him, and orbing back here.'

He continues slowly to the bathroom and when he comes out he's feeling a bit better, though still nauseous.

He looks around the trashed club, one little spell wouldn't hurt.

"Let the object

Of objection

Become but

A dream

As I cause

The seen

To be unseen."

Blue and white orbs surround several fallen objects and put them back into place, broken glass fixes itself and the shattered lights on the tilting P3 sign shoot back into the sign, but it remains tilted.

He waves his finger on the left hand and the sign tips a little too far to the right, he moves one of his right fingers and it doesn't tilt enough.

"A little bit more to the left there Chris."

He spins around to see Phoebe standing at the bottom of the stairs behind him, "Hey, how bad's the damage to the Manor?"

"Not bad, we used the same spell you just did earlier this morning. Did you just get up?"

'How did she know?'

"Umm, yes. How did you know?" Chris asks, his face no doubt beet red.

"Besides the fact, your hair is wet and you're just now doing this, I've never seen you with glasses before." (Yeah, I know we never see him with glasses but it's my story)

Chris feels his face growing hotter, "I uh,"

Phoebe places a hand on his arm, "There's no need to hide them, trust me I know. When I first got mine a few years after we became witches I wanted to hide them too, but I got over it. Besides they make you look very smart, plus they really bring out your eyes."

Chris smiles at her, "Did you need your glasses because of a demon attack?"

Phoebe chuckles, "I wanted to blame the demons, but no. How 'bout you?"

"Mine was a demon, the Flashbulb demon to be exact."

Phoebe starts laughing and Chris joins in, it was a pretty funny name.

Chris focuses and twitches one of his fingers on both hands and the sign tilts perfectly into place, "Usually I can do that without looking on the first try. I must still be shaken up by that quake."

Phoebe nods, "I think we all are, where were you?"

Chris opens his mouth about to say he was here but a voice echos in his head, 'Just be straight to them, that's all. Don't manipulate them. Even if it is for the right reason. And for what it's worth, yes, I do trust you.'

Chris sighs, "I was meditating on the bridge, on one of the high support beams." He admits, turning his head from Phoebe's.

"Thank you for being straight with me. Are you alright?" Phoebe's voice is soft and almost caring.

Chris turns his head to look at her, "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

Phoebe nods, "I came to A, check on P3 and B, to come get you."

"For what? Is Wyatt okay, did something happen? I thought Piper didn't want to see me again."

"Slow down! Wyatt's fine, no demons attacked. And as for Piper we decided after your bravery the other day and because Wyatt seems to trust you now, you can still come around."

"Gee, thanks." Chris snorts, then he sighs "I mean, thank you for the second chance. I'll try my best to not screw up this time."

"No problem, besides we were kinda unfair and harsh to you."

Chris raises an eyebrow, "Kinda?"

"Okay fine, we were unfair and harsh to you."

"It's alright, I haven't been the most trustworthy or reliable whitelighter. I've done some things I'm not proud of. I'm truly sorry."

"Stop. We're all at fault here and it wasn't right to blame you for our problems. It's a blank slate now for us all. Now let's get back."

"Thank you. And you never told me why you need me."

"Oh right, Leo's busy and I want your help."

"Okay, vague but okay. Did you drive here?"

"Paige dropped me off on her way to her temp job. So yes, let's orb."

Chris extends his hand and Phoebe places her hand on his, he concentrates and reappears in the attic.

-/Chrishalliwell11\-

"Where's Piper and Wyatt?" Chris asks, not really up for another confrontation.

"Daycare."

"Ohhh" Chris's okay turns into a moan, his nausea was acting up after orbing. He without thinking instinctively leans on Phoebe for a second until the wave of nausea passes.

"Chris, are you okay?" Phoebe asks alarm in her voice.

Chris straightens blushing furiously, "Sorry, first orb of the day on an empty stomach. I'm fine now don't worry about it."

'What the heck is up with my stomach today? I'm used to being hungry.'

"If you're sure, kitchen."

They head downstairs and into the kitchen, the minute they reach the main floor Chris's nose starts twitching, "What's that smell?"

"Why I called you. I think we have another gas leak and..." Phoebe breaks off her face red.

"Y-you want me to go down to the b-basement with you." Chris asks nervously, the smell is gas.

"Yeah, please don't tell the others I'm still nervous about going down there, it's just ever since the,"

"Woogyman." The name alone sends shivers down his spine.

"Yeah. Do you mind."

'Do I mind, heck yes, but I can't tell you that.'

"Sure thing Phoebe. I'd be happy to and your secrets safe with me. I know my word probably doesn't mean much to you right now but,"

"Stop. Clean slate. Remember? Thank you." Phoebe stops him mid ramble.

Chris grabs a flashlight and clicks it on and off, then he offers his hand to Phoebe. Phoebe takes a deep breath and takes his hand in a vice like grip, her nails digging into his hand. Phoebe opens the door and Chris clicks on the light.

Hand in hand they start down the stairs, into the basement.

-/Chrishalliwell11\-

Cliffhanger! May be until tomorrow before I update sorry. I'll try before.