Blood Bonds by Princessia
Disclaimer: Although I truly wish I could lay claim to these lovely characters… I am not Constance M. Burge. I do not claim any of these as my own except Ellie and Lilly. I tried to follow canon where possible but did take some artistic license. It's a mixture of season six cannon and possible nasty future… bare with me.
Summary: When Chris goes to the past, there is only one person he regretted leaving behind... and it's not Bianca. Set after ChrisCrossed. Eventually a revelation fic.
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Chapter Four: My Angel
There is nothing to regret - either for those who go or for those who are left behind.
— Eleanor Roosevelt
(American United Nations Diplomat, Humanitarian and First Lady (1933-45), wife of Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd US President. 1884-1962)
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Previously,
The vision disappeared as quickly as it came. Phoebe blinked, still reeling from what she saw, and looked into the shocked and concerned eyes of her Whitelighter.
"Was that…?" she began in shock.
"Yes, that was Wyatt," he answered reluctantly, as if trying to make up his mind about something, "and Lilly."
"I have another niece…" She realised, interrupting his musings.
"Yes," he answered, "she's the only one I regretted leaving behind," he paused and whispered, "My Angel."
"Wyatt was so evil, how can such a sweet little baby turn out to be so mean?" she asked in confusion
"I'm sorry Phoebe, but you didn't see that," he told her softly, "it wasn't meant for you," he said, passing his hand across her forehead, using the residual power that laced the breeze that lingered in the attic, he erased the memory of the vision they shared. Sighing softly he touched her hand, bringing her back to reality, "I'm sorry Phoebe, I have to learn to control my emotions better." He said, as if she had just experienced an empathic overload.
Looking at the clock on the wall, Phoebe was shocked to see that hours had passed, she looked at Chris, "It's ok," she told him gently, "If I get my stuff ready can you orb me back to Hong Kong before Jason gets back?" she asked, as she walked down the stairs.
"Sure," he replied, following her slowly, relieved that she didn't remember her premonition. "The only one I regretted leaving behind." He repeated softly, "My Angel."
"Ok," she said, entering the kitchen with a bag and her laptop, "let's go," she said as they orbed out, not hearing Piper and Wyatt return.
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The Next day,
Late Sunday morning, in the conservatory of Halliwell Manor, Chris Perry sat on a cushion, Surrounded by pure white candles, meditating.
The sound of orbs filtered quietly from the living room, heralding Leo's arrival, but Chris ignored it as the flames around him gently flickered. Ignoring the Elder, hoping he would go away, Chris was not surprised when Leo entered the room.
"What do you want Leo?" Chris asked, not opening his eyes.
"Where's Piper?" Leo asked, as if that was the reason he orbed into the living room, not upstairs to Wyatt's nursery or Piper's bedroom.
"Piper is at the club with Wyatt, Phoebe is in Hong Kong, and Paige is living at Richard's." Chris told him, still trying to meditate, "But then, you already knew that. What do you really want Leo?"
"The elders felt an interesting power-surge in the house yesterday, before you took Phoebe back to Hong Kong," he said, "do you want to tell me about it?"
"Not really," Chris replied, opening his eyes slowly, "but if you're asking where it came from, then all I can tell you is that it came from the future."
"How are you sure?" Leo asked, confused.
"A breeze floated through the attic yesterday morning, laced with power, it carried a message meant for me," Chris said evasively, his face a mask, "somehow Phoebe managed to see the premonition too, I don't think the sender thought about Phoebe's empathic powers getting in the way." He paused in thought, and then continued. "When it was over, she blinked and I think she was about to say something, then it was like she forgot what she saw," he lied, "that it wasn't meant for her."
Looking perplexed, Leo asked "Why would someone from the future expend that much power just to send a message to you, if the future is as bad as you say it is?"
"I'm still trying to work that out for myself, Leo," said a confused Chris, "even if the nexus masked most of the spell, the source would have felt the power surge there, just like the elders did here," he paused, "my Angel wouldn't have expended that much power for nothing."
"Who wouldn't?" asked Leo, confused at the young Whitelighter's answers.
"Lilly," he answered, "she's the only one I regretted leaving behind."
"What are you doing anyway?" asked a confused Leo.
"Meditating, Leo," he answered, "And hopefully summoning her here."
"How can you summon someone just by meditating, not even the sisters can do that," said the perplexed Elder.
"If she performs her half of the spell there and I perform my half here, then a portal will open up right under his nose," he explained with a smile, "and there would be nothing he could do about it." He replied cynically as the grandfather clock struck mid day and the flames of the candles around him suddenly jumped.
A golden shield promptly surrounded the conservatory and magically forced a confused Leo into the living room.
Sensing Leo's attempt to re-enter the room, Chris chanted softly so he couldn't be heard by his audience.
Power of the witches rise,
Course unseen through space and time,
I call to thee whose blood I share,
I be here and you be there,
Halliwell witches heed my call,
Send to me the sister who shares my soul,
blood to blood,
I summon thee,
Heart and Soul,
Return to me
He opened his eyes and focused on the cushion sitting in front of him, picturing in his mind the person he wanted to appear before him, he repeated the spell a little louder this time, his audience still unable to hear his words.
Power of the witches rise,
Course unseen through space and time,
I call to thee whose blood I share,
I be here and you be there.
Halliwell witches heed my call,
Send to me the sister who shares my soul,
blood to blood,
I summon thee,
Heart and Soul,
Return to me
To Leo's surprise, the candles surrounding the Charmed One's Whitelighter flared brightly before bright swirls of golden light began to surround the cushion placed before him.
Chris smiled at the figure that appeared in front of him, using the athame lying before him to slice open his palm, he handed it silently to the newcomer who took it without question and sliced her own palm. Joining their bloodied palms, they chanted softly, their audience still unable to hear the words,
Power of the witches rise,
Course unseen through space and time,
I call to thee whose blood I share,
bond that was always there.
Halliwell witches heed my call,
Restore the bonds that bind my soul.
Blood to blood,
You and me,
Blood to blood,
what's meant to be,
Blood to blood,
Bound to me,
Blood to blood,
From the Power of Three.
A breeze floated through the conservatory, threatening to blow out most of the candles, before the pair clasped their free hands and closed their eyes, the shield disappearing slowly, both falling to a meditative state.
Before Leo could think of approaching, the pair started glowing. It started softly at first, barely noticeable, a soft green surrounding Chris, a rich gold surrounding his companion, before growing steadily and entwining within each other until Leo was unsure where one began and the other ended.
Sensing the Piper outside with Wyatt, he backed out of the conservatory, instinctively knowing not to disturb them, and orbed in front of her, before she could open the door.
"Shhh, you have to be quiet." He told her softly before opening the front door and guiding her to the living room and placing Wyatt in his playpen.
"What's going on?" asked a confused Piper.
"Chris is in the conservatory," Leo answered from the doorway, looking into the glowing conservatory. As Piper began to open the doors, a blinding light enveloped the figures on the floor. Baby Wyatt giggled as he orbed between the two young people as the light slowly faded, crawling into the lap of Chris's companion when they released each other's hands.
"It's so weird, you know," the new arrival whispered in awe, "seeing him like this, so young, so happy," she smiled at Chris in wonder, "it's so different."
"I know," he said simply, "we'll fix it, Angel, I promise."
"I'm so used to ducking energy balls…" she paused, noticing their audience, she re-arranged the conservatory to how she remembered it in the future with a simple wave of her hand, smiling at Piper, before standing carefully and handing a babbling Wyatt to her. "He's perfect Piper," she said quietly, "he's perfect," she repeated, before turning to stand next to Chris, ignoring Leo entirely.
"Piper, Leo," Chris acknowledged, "Thankyou for not interrupting us, it would have hurt something fierce if you did," he said with a soft smile to his companion, not mentioning that it would have only hurt the intruders if they entered the room, and not affected Lilly and Chris.
"Who are you?" Piper asked, an extremely confused expression marred her features, "and why are you here? And what was with all the glowing?" she asked suspiciously.
"I'm sorry Piper," she said with a small smile, "I'm called Lilly, and I'm here to help Chris save Wyatt."
"From an unknown evil in the future?" Piper asked sceptically. "And the glowing?"
"Yes," she answered, "and 'the glowing' as you called it, was the restoration of a bond that should never have been broken," she continued softly, "it works kinda like the bond you have with your sisters, but ours is more intense, it's a soul bond…"
"What's a soul bond?" Piper interrupted, looking at Leo.
"A soul bond is very rare… it means they're not only twins… but astral twins as well… which is rare in itself…" he explained, trying to remember.
"We share one soul, Piper," Lilly interrupted, annoyed at Leo's halting explanation, "our soul was magically split, we don't know how, or why, but it was only ever known in same-sex twins before." She explained, "we were forced to sever the bond, something that never should have been done. The 'glowing' as you called it, was putting everything back together as best we could, there's still holes, but…" she paused, tilting her head to the side, as if listening, a confused expression crossed her face.
"Lilly?" Chris asked, concerned at his twins' expression, "Angel, what is it?"
"I thought I felt something," she murmured, and to Piper's surprise, she was slowly walking outside into the garden before stumbling in exhaustion.
"That's it," said Chris, wrapping an arm around her waist before she truly fell, walking her to the couch in the living room, "when was the last time you slept Angel?" asked Chris, concerned at his twin's lack of interest in her surroundings.
"Umm… about three days… I think," she said hesitantly, "I've been completely alone for three days."
"What happened, Angel, tell me what happened?" asked Chris, compassion clear in his voice, Piper handing him a blanket, the young girl's distress clear in her eyes.
Suddenly Lilly burst into tears, "Lona was first, then Stephy, Katy, Binks (Bianca), Sera and Ellie, they're all dead, all dead Chris, all gone, all gone, all gone," she babbled almost incoherent with tears, their bond supplying the missing information for him to understand. "HE figured it out… around city… not tracked… couldn't find us…" she hiccupped, "He… he killed them all… Cole and… and Coop… and Richard… and…" she paused, catching her breath through her tears, "…HE killed Matt… right in front of me… it hurt Chris… it hurt so much… said Matt betrayed him… he… he… killed… Matt, Chris… HE killed Matt…" she sobbed pitifully. Chris comforted her as best he could, feeling helpless, but within minutes she had cried herself to sleep.
"I'm gonna take her to my place," Chris told Piper softly, following Lilly's example of ignoring Leo, who was still in the room, "she's exhausted and needs to sleep, I'll see you later," before orbing out.
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Author's Note: Just to clarify, Matt is the half-Manticore baby in 'little monsters'. As a result of Matt living with his dad and not the Manticore's, Matt turns out good, and is better friends with Chris than Wyatt. Matt and Lilly were engaged at the time of his death, but Chris didn't know.
The names mentioned above are nicknames (like Lilly's real name is Prudence Melinda). If you want to know the names now, leave me a review asking for them, otherwise, they'll appear near the end of the story.