Disclaimer: I own Charmed out right, that is why I am writing a fanfiction about it and why I am making no profit whatsoever on this.
For those of you to daft to understand, that was sarcasm, no I do not owned charmed nor do I own its characters and unless I add an OC of my own nothing will be mine save the idea.
A/N: I will try and update this story as much as I can, though the lack of reviews makes me sad I still don't want to give up on it and even one review is better then nothing.
Chapter two- what future?
Chris sat on the courtyards bench looking around at the beautiful, not yet destroyed, garden. It was cold even though the sun was high in the sky, and if he had cared at all for his well being the idea of being chilly would have bothered him.
He could feel Bianca's magic already leeching of his energy, could feel his strength ebbing away leaving nothing but empty acceptance at what was happening. He already knew Bianca wouldn't be far behind his trail, and would be here as soon as possible. If her goal had been to kill him he knew he would already be dead, a rotting corpse in the back room of P3. Chris guessed that if he were to die in the past his body would fade away and go back to the future, where it was supposed to be.
When the crunch of gravel entered his ears he weakly turned his head and smiled wryly at Bianca's tall form. She sat down beside him and if he had been strong enough to sit up right, he'd have noticed she looked just as defeated as him.
"So, I guess once you're finished with binding my powers we'll be going back to the future?" Chris said softly, the acceptance in his voice scaring Bianca, Chris really wasn't himself if he was willing to just go a long with everything.
"Yeah," She answered looking down at his weak state, and realizing she needed to finish the binding before he became even weaker. "I'm sorry Chris…"
With that she once again plunged her hand into his chest and he closed his eyes, a brief flicker of pain crossing his face before the mask of acceptance was slammed down once again. Bianca felt her resolve begin to weaken, but thinking of what Wyatt had done and what he would do if she didn't succeed forced her to continue.
The glow eventually faded and she pulled her hand out of his chest slowly as to not damage him further, he breathed a sigh of relief and straightened himself meeting Bianca's eyes. After a few minutes she eventually broke the connection and grabbed his arm shimmering them to the back of P3, since it was probably the only place she could actually do anything without being interrupted.
Chris watched as she pulled out a piece of chalk and began to draw the triquetra.
"So, how is it we're getting to the future, the spell is a one way door, it only goes further into the past," he finally murmured and she laughed bitterly.
"He created a new spell because of you. One that works both ways," she said and Chris smiled darkly.
"I'm touched."
Bianca remained silent and went back to drawing the triquetra, successfully ignoring him. Chris slowly reached his hand into the folds of his shirt and clutched the ring he'd used not that long ago to propose.
"Will you marry me?" Chris asked softly.
"You're asking me now?" Bianca replied, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Mm-hm," He answered and kissed her swiftly, blushing just a bit.
"Here though?" She asked and he looked at her with love shining in his eyes.
"This is still our spot Bianca, no matter what he's done to it!" He murmured and she looked away watching the clouds move lazily, an odd gray colour that seemed almost sickly.
"Only if you promise to come back to me safely."
Looking at her now he could barely remember her softness.
She was mumbling the spell when the seriousness of the situation fully registered in Chris's mind, when he realized that this would bring him back to Wyatt, to the future. The future he was trying to protect and never allow reach the point of desperation it was in at the moment. But for some reason he couldn't find it in him to care, if Bianca had given up, then maybe he could do nothing.
She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes, and he could almost detect a softening around the edges before they were both pulled into the portal and plopped onto the hard wood floor of the attic.
"Welcome home Chris," A dark voice boomed.
"Hello Wyatt."
"I don't care what you guys say, it's not normal for Chris to just leave us when there could be demon trouble ahead. It's simply not something he does," Paige said with sarcasm lacing her voice. "I mean, if a demon is who gets Wyatt then why would this girl assasin, or Pheonix, not be a candidate for concern?"
The sisters had been waiting for their neurotic white lighter from the future to come back from wherever the hell he'd gone for almost three hours now. Piper was becoming impatient but her and Phoebe seemed convinced this was normal and that maybe they shouldn't worry about it.
Paige on the other hand was worried, though the way she was speaking implied that she was more annoyed then concerned.
"I know Paige, but don't you think that Chris would be here if he thought it was a threat? I mean Piper did blow her up," Phoebe answered gesturing at Piper un-concerned. "I want to know where Chris is just as much as you, but it's really no use worrying since he'll come back when he comes back."
Yet Paige wasn't convinced.
"Their no threat to me," Wyatt said coldly and the demons who were surrounding Bianca and Chris shimmered away. "Et tu Chris?"
Wyatt slowly advanced until he was fully out of the shadows, glaring at Chris he waved his hand lazily and a bookcase exploded.
"Of all the people to betray me."
"I didn't go back to betray you Wyatt… I went back to save you…" Chris murmured slowly, the tone of his voice un caring and bored.
"Save me? From what?" Wyatt growled mockingly.
"From whatever evil made you the monster you've become," Chris said with a harder edge to his voice.
Wyatt's face darkened and he lifted his hand, squeezing the air. Chris immediately fell to the ground clutching at his throat as his lungs were emptied of their air supply. Bianca ran forward but Chris stopped her with an arm, Chris stared at Wyatt until he eventually got bored of choking him and flung him across the floor with a simple twitch of a finger.
"Pathetic," Wyatt spat leaving Chris gasping on the floor like a fish out of water. "I thought you were going to turn him Bianca, this doesn't seem like much of a success."
She looked at Wyatt sadly, and then leaning down touched Chris a glow erupting in the dank attic. Chris gasped and went rigid for a few seconds until his whole body went limp and he looked like a weight had been lifted of his shoulders. Wyatt yelled in outrage and flung Bianca away like a rag doll, but Chris was already on his feet and he used telekinesis to push Wyatt into the wall successfully nocking him out.
"Chris…" Bianca's voice drifted to his ears in a hoarse whisper drawing his eyes to finally fall on the scene in front of him. A chairs leg had pierced through her back and straight through her stomach, blood slowly formed a puddle and soon she was bathing in her own blood, literally.
"BIANCA NO!" He yelled running over to her crumpled form and trying avidly to heal her, and yet that beautiful glow wouldn't come and he gave up looking at her sadly.
"Haven't we been here before?" he asked her quietly, the tone of his voice hitching slightly at the end. Chris pulled her into his arms and rubbed soothing circles on her back, hoping this might ease her passing. Because there was nothing he could do.
"Maybe we will be again." Was her response, the words whispered as if it took almost all her energy to produce them. She looked at him and realized that she had never stopped loving Chris, not for one moment. "I love you…"
Those three whispered words sapped all her energy and she slumped to the ground, long black hair covering her face. Chris knowing he didn't have long until Wyatt awoke yet again gently laid her body back down on the floor and stood up.
He was absolutely covered in blood, his hands coated in its sticky substance, yet he couldn't find it in him to wipe it off on his pant legs. Walking over to the book of shadows he opened it up and began to frantically flip through pages, ignoring the mantra of 'Bianca's dead' pounding through his head. He heard Wyatt groan and then the familiar sizzle of energy made him duck just in time, an energy ball crashing into the stain glass behind him.
Finally he landed on the spell and ripped it out of the book knowing if he left it Wyatt would only send back more assassins. Chris knew the spell by heart now and opened his mouth to begin the chant:
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme,
heed the hope within my mind...
Send me back to where I'll find,
what I wish in place and time."
The portal opened for the second time that very day and he dove through just before Wyatt sent yet another energy ball sailing at him.
A/N: I feel like this was rushed, I also didn't go over it with a fine comb so if its confusing or stupid well, stop reading…I think im butchering these poor characters…