Cole-Sparkling, Sensing, Mediumship, Invisibility, Fading Molecular Immobilization, casting Energy Balls, and Fireballs, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Force Fields, Shapeshifting, Regeneration, Reconstitution, Conjuring, Mind Control, Summoning, Transformation, Demonic Projection, Molecular Manipulation, Chrono-Telekinesis, Sensing, Invincibility, Immortality, Pressurization and Power Granting
Wyatt-Spell Casting, Scrying, Potion Making, Telekinesis, Combustive Orbing, Molecular Dispersion, Voice manipulation, Orbing, High Resistance, Agility, Invincibility, Sensing, Omnilingualism, Projection, Telepathic, Energy Balls. Shield forming
Henry Jr.- Spell Casting, Scrying, Potion Making, Telekinesis, Agility, High Resistance, Telepathy
Chris- Spell Casting, Scrying, Potion Making, Telekinesis, High Resistance, Agility, Molecular Immobilization, Energy Balls, Fireballs, Pyrokineisis, Forcefields, Shape shifting, Molecular Manipulation, Chrono-Telekenisis, Pressurization.
Paige, Phoebe, Piper, and Leo have same powers that they did at the point of the episode Sam I Am.
Also a little mishap last chapter. Chris doesn't orb but I was so used to writing him as someone that could from my other story. He SHIMMERS no ORB.
Now that's out of the Way, ENJOY!
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The halfbreed enters the penthouse through the elevator this time. His father was always irked when a stranger orbed or shimmered into his home without permission. Stranger. Technically that's what he is. He's not his father's buddy yet or his mother's tiger. In this time, as far as they're concerned, he's not a Turner or a Halliwell.
Though he did feel pretty proud that he was able to think not to use his real last name and he loved his Uncle Henry, It felt as uncomfortable as wearing someone else's underwear being Christopher Mitchell. It almost feels as strange as taking the elevator up to his dad's. Upon entering, he called out his father's name but didn't get a response. The question should he leave finds its way into his thoughts but is quick to dismiss it when he starts to remember.
He sees him and his father playing indoor baseball in the open floor planned room. Cole pitches the socks rolled up into a ball to the seven year old version of himself. He swings. Strike one. He chokes up on the bat a bit and a determination takes over his features. The balls thrown again and this time he connects sending the ball sailing over his father's head and out over the balcony into the streets below. He runs from pillow to pillow until he's back at home and his dad throws him over his shoulder acting like he'd just won his team the game.
He absentmindedly moves into the kitchen and notices even in this time, the kitchen's hardly used. His father never really did cook except for every other Thursday when they'd have family dinner just him his dad and mom. That was really the only time they sat at the table and ate too. Dinner in front of the TV watching whatever sporting event was going on was usually their thing. Homework was done at the table though. First thing he'd have to do when staying with his dad was get his homework done.
Chris moves back into his room which was currently an office. He slowly shook his head from side to side. It wouldn't be this clean and organized for long. At the manor, his room always had to be in pristine condition so Cole kind of let him do as he pleased. Cole didn't know it yet but he'd probably spend more hours in this room than he does now. Whether it was video games, air hockey, basketball, or playing with the millions of other toys his father spoiled him with, Chris and Cole would spend many lost weekends in that room.
Cole: Well I'd invite you in but I see you already invited yourself.
Chris jumps so high that he almost bashes his head against the top of the doorframe before turning to his father with a sheepish expression.
Chris: Pardon my impoliteness, Mr. Turner.
Cole: Call me Cole after all you seem to know us in the future.
Fear clenches Chris in its grip, the wildcard warrior barely able to swallow the large lump that is forming in his throat. He pushes himself to remain calm and give away no information, his reaction one Cole is monitoring closely. Chris knows his father's fishing but that doesn't stop him from flinching. His dad knew him too well.
Chris: What makes you say that?
Cole: Well for starters you knew the potion doesn't work and seemed awfully careful to make sure they didn't get hurt. And then there's the fact you just stiffened up when I inferred you knew us.
Chris: Anyone that's ever picked up a history book at magic school could tell you everything you need to know about the Charmed Ones and their exploits. You too, Cole Turner once known as Balthazar and the Source, and son of Benjamin Turner.
Cole: Do those books mention me and Phoebe together.
They do mention him and Phoebe together, well up until he became the source and they got divorced. After that it tells about him assisting on several escapades and the one night stand in which Chris was conceived. After that they were… well Chris didn't know what they were. His mother loved Cole and Cole loved her but they never got back together, something they both regretted. He partially blamed himself for them never getting back together, figuring neither wanted to cross that line and risk hurting him if it didn't work out. But he couldn't tell Cole that. Instead he responds in a fashion that'd grow to be typical.
Chris: Future consequences.
Cole: (nods in understanding but still asked) So that's how it's going to be?
Chris: That's how it has to be. If I tell you too much I could change the future in unimaginable ways.
Cole: Well aren't you supposed to change the future?
Chris: This is supposed to be more of a preemptive strike.
Cole: Preemptive strike?
Since when was his father a man of a million questions? Chris looks at the other gentleman, his expression one of clear annoyance. How much could he tell without getting himself killed? It was a tricky question and dealing with a clearly insane man doesn't help any.
Chris: Something happens to Piper's child and when I said the spell to help me find what time it happened, it brought me to the here and now.
Cole: So in other words you have no idea the who, the what, when, where, or why and you're in a time that's foreign to you. Sound about right?
Chris: Yeah but not much has changed in the past twenty years or so.
Cole: Do you at least have a strategy, money, a place to stay?
Chris: Yeah, about that… I was hoping to have the Charmed One's on my side but our first meeting didn't go remotely as well as I'd planned. They, they think I'm evil.
Cole: And shimmering out of here probably didn't help your cause any.
Chris: (snaps) I'm not a demon… well not entirely. I'm a halfbreed.
Cole: Well halfbreed if you don't mind living with a crazy person, the couch is yours.
Chris: Depends. Is this one of those keep your friends close, enemies closer type deals or is this out of the goodness of your heart.
Cole: Maybe both. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to question the motives of a crazy man?
At the question, Chris smirks. In this decade or the next, Chris still found his father's antics humorous. Bridging the gap, he shakes his father's hand, thanks him for a place to crash and then responds to the man's question.
Chris: You're not half as crazy as you think you are, Cole.
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The next morning in the darkest hours before dawn Phoebe Halliwell thrashed around in her plush queen sized bed madly. She was having a nightmare but not just any nightmare. It's a nightmare that's been plaguing her mind for over a week. Though most of it's different the endgames the same. He kills her.
She's running. Feet moving at the rapid pace that tells you she could very well be running for her life. Through the dark wooded area she moves, the only light is the light the moon casts. Fear. More fear than she's ever felt surges through her being. Why was she so afraid? She wasn't sure. All she knew was she was.
Distorted Voice: You can't run forever, Phoebe!
She looks over her shoulder but doesn't stop due to the voice screaming in her head for her to keep moving. Then Boom! She runs straight into Cole. She scrambles backwards, never quite making it to her feet.
Cole: Phoebe? Phoebe it's okay. I'm here now.
Phoebe: Cole. C'mon ! We got to move. He's coming.
Cole: Who's coming Phoebe?
Just then the sound of branches snapping beneath feet sends the brunette up and into Cole's arms. Cole readied himself, extending a hand ready to blast whatever was coming to hell in a hand basket. The figure becomes clear and Cole breathes a sigh of relief dropping his arm.
Cole: Phoebe, it's just Chris.
Phoebe: Stay back!
Chris: Phoebe? (inches closer)
Phoebe: I said stay away from me!
Chris had betrayal burning in his eyes as his heart sank to his toes but he still stayed on mission. He always stayed on mission.
Chris: Phoebe, c'mon. He's evil.
Phoebe: So are you!
Chris: I swear to you I'm not.
Cole: He's telling you the truth.
Phoebe: How can you be so sure?
Cole: Because I am.
Before the words can sink in an athame is driven into her back.
Phoebe: No!
Phoebe shoots into the upright position, heart slamming against her ribcage, and gasping for air. The sound of footsteps racing to her room hits her ears and her sisters come bursting through the door, Piper's hands ready to blow up a demon.
Paige: Phoebe, what happened?
Piper: We heard you scream.
Phoebe: I… I… I had a nightmare.
Her sisters blew a sigh of relief but still took seats on either side of the bed trying to calm their sister's nerves.
Paige: You want to talk about it?
Phoebe: I really don't remember what happened. I was running through the woods and… and I don't remember.
Piper: (teasingly) Was it the Woogeyman again?
Phoebe: (leering) No, it wasn't the Woogeyman… it was, ugh I don't remember.
Piper and Paige had another teasing suggestion but both knew who the nightmare was about. After all, if your psychotic ex-husband was invincible, you'd be having nightmares too. They never got to voice it though. All three of the sisters hear the creaks of floorboards overhead. Someone is creeping around the attic. All sisters share looks, making sure the others heard it too. They crawl out of Phoebe's bed and tiptoe up the stairs. With the turn of the knob they thrust the door open, Piper immediately freezing its inhabitance.
The Charmed Ones stare at the future boy they learned goes by the name Chris frozen mid telekinetic flip of the page with a pen in his mouth. Piper wondered how he could touch the book if he was demon, Paige wondered why he was looking through the book, and Phoebe wondered why she felt fearful of him. Their thoughts are cut short when his body starts to move in slow motion before breaking the freeze.
Chris: Did you just try to freeze me? That's not very hospitable.
Piper: Demons don't deserve hospitality.
Chris: (glaring) I'm not a demon!
Paige: You shimmered!
Chris: So, I'm half demon. You should know better than anyone that you can't choose who your father is.
Knowing that his sarcasm wasn't helping matters any, Chris takes a deep breath. His eyes scan the room and settle on the book infront of him. Chris put up his hands in mock surrender and nods his head towards the book.
Chis: May I?
Phoebe: What if you're tying to steal the book?
Chris: I guess you'll just have to trust that I'm one of the good guys long enough for me to prove it.
Piper: Move a muscle and I'll blow you up.
The halfbreed shakes his head in annoyance putting up his shield in case Piper shoots as he nears the book. His shield was similar to that of Wyatt except Chris could adjust the size or where he wants to protect on his person. The shield he makes is a little larger in diameter than the distance from his knuckles to his elbow. He keeps his arm steady as his other hand reached forward and touched the book
Chris: It trusts me.
Piper: Why should we trust you. People have tricked the book before.
Chris: I haven't given you a reason not to but I did get you a peace offering.
Piper watches the boy with suspicion as he moved to the potion table and picked up a box beautifully wrapped in soft lime wrapping paper with blue ribbon. Knowing that if he walked it over to her, his chance of getting blown up would increase, Chris plays it safe and sends it to her slowly using telekinesis. It lands in her hands and the halfbreed lowers his shield. With her hands occupied, he feels that much safer.
Piper: What's this?
Chris: A baby gift. Go on. Open it.
Hesitantly, Piper does as the halfbreed directed, She peeled off the paper and opened the box to reveal a little baby blue blanket with the Charmed One's symbol embroidered on it in white. They eye him curiously and he wants to laugh.
Phoebe: Blue?
Paige: Are you saying that Piper's going to have a -
Chris: I'm not saying anything. I'm not allowed to. But I can say that I wouldn't paint the nursery pink.
Piper: Are you sure?
Chris: You'll just have to trust me on that one.
Phoebe: We should trust you just because you told us Piper's baby is a boy?
Chris: I'm not asking for complete trust. I'm asking for baby steps.
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