A/N: Chapter 7, Whoot! this chapter is like... really long, about 7 pages in word, with font 10! and I think the Font is like... Century Gothic. the whole story so far is like... 52 pages, but 49 if i take out the character info crap i put in the begining. but yeah, since i figure I neglect updating a lot i'd give you this one. It's pretty decent, I like the end though.
but that might be just because I like to mess with Bianca, hahahahaa. I know I'm horrible, but can't say i really like her. I don't doubt that she loves Chris its just... idk you don't go back in time and almost kill your fiance, not if you really love them.
anyway, I'll try and get chapters out more often. honestly earlier in the year there was marching band season, now that that's done it's indoor season and concert precussion. Then School, and I'm trying really hard to get distinguished honor role again, but algebra sucks. giving me a damn C, not that I don't mind, a C is good, but not when ur dropping down from a B to a C and you have my parents.
And the holidays are comming up, and I've been told that I am getting a laptop because my parents are tired of me using up their computer space (Tehehee I'm such a mooch) so that means I need to find a way to transfer everything over, But I shall get it done, I promise.
Wow this A/N is really long, so sorry about that X-/ Plus i got momentarily distracted by an idea that i had to type up, it's a huge plot twister and I'm not sure if I should put it in the story, It's kinda... well its kinda a lemon (Which is odd because I don't really go into detail with that kinda stuff) and it's not really a poetic kinda lemon which most writers are really good and doing. it's a bit... um... raw. but it could take the story to a lot of drama filled places, which could be good or annoying. idk i won't have to worry about it for a while. But if u guys have a prefrance just let me know, I don't want to offend anyone if u all don't want anything to graffic XP
and lastly, I love all the Review and Alerts, they make me happy inside! More would be awesome, I love hearing what you have to say, you all rock my sox (if i was wearing sox right now) but yeah, thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, Nor do I own Wyatt (le sigh), Or Chris (But I put him on my christmas list lol), I do own Evelyn Keely, Morgan Keely (Who I hate to admit seems to be neglected a lot, sorry Emmy I'll try and make it up to you... if i can), Lucilla Donelle (Who owns Wyatt and get's to have fun with him on a daily bases, that's right, be jealous!), and I own Patrick Leo Halliwell (Who is just gotta be the cutest little kid ever, at least he was in my mind). I also Own the plot, and I'm not aware of a plot exactly like mine... so don't steal *Glares*
Chapter 7 What's This?
"Congratulations, you have a kid with my man, just perfect!" Bianca told her.
"I'm sure there is an explanation for this," Lucy replied. Evey kneeled down so she was at a level height with the boy.
"Okay, honey, can you tell me how you got here?" She asked softly. Chris was taken back by the tone of her voice. He had never heard her sound so, lovingly.
"Well, I was in the attic with Morgan and we were looking through the book," he told her.
"Why…?" Chris asked.
"I know we weren't supposed to be in there Dad, but me and Morgan only wanted to help you," Patrick replied his voice holding the slightest bit of fright.
"Your aunt Morgan…?" Lucy asked. Patrick looked at her like she was insane.
"No Auntie Lucy, Morgan, My sister. Are you guys alright?" He asked, taking a look around. Lucy raised an eyebrow at the word 'Auntie'.
"Patrick, do you know what year it is?" Evey asked. Patrick looked thoughtful for a minute, before answering.
"I heard Uncle Wyatt tell Peter it was 2036, or something like that. I wasn't paying attention," Patrick admitted. Evey looked at the rest of the group, and Chris walked up to her, also kneeling down so he was Patrick's height.
"Patrick, we think you might have fallen into a portal, do you know what that is?" He asked. Patrick nodded.
"Yeah, you go through it and you come out at a different place or dimension." He replied, like it was the most obvious thing. "I read it in the book before the demon attacked,"
"When the demon attacked him, he must have fallen through a portal, maybe self made?" Lucy suggested.
"Mommy, Dad, what's going on?" Patrick asked. Evey felt bad for the kid; he looked scared out of his mind.
"You went back in time, honey, meaning that there are things that haven't happened yet." Evey told him.
"Like his conception," Chris muttered.
"Or Even the thought of his conception, hopefully," Bianca shot.
"So, you're not really my mommy and daddy?" He asked, his eyes looked close to tears. Evey glanced at Morgan, who looked dumbfounded.
"Not yet, but we will be." Chris said quickly. Bianca shot him a look he decided to ignore, and Evey bit her lip, shifting her weight slightly. Tears began to fall out of the little boy's eyes. Evey put a hand on his shoulder, which encouraged the small boy to rush foreword into her arms.
"I-I-I w-w-w-wanna g-g-g-g-go home…!" he cried in her shoulder. Evey hesitantly enclosed him into a hug.
"I know baby, we'll get you home. We just need some time, okay?" Evey told him in his ear. He stopped crying, but was sobbing a bit.
"Just tell us what we can do to make you feel more comfortable," She told him pulling away slightly. She felt a similar orbing sensation, and next thing she knew, she was no longer in the Halliwell's attic. She was instead, somewhere very high, and very windy. She looked around, not letting go of the boy, and realized she was on top of the golden gate bridge. She looked at Patrick.
"Did you take us here?" She asked. Patrick nodded in response.
"You always let me take you up here when I was sad, because I wasn't allowed to go here without you or dad." Evey glanced over the edge, and held back her scream. She wasn't terribly afraid of heights, but she wasn't a big fan of them.
"I see, I'm sorry you're sad. I'll get you back to your own time." She promised. She took a few steps back from the ledge and grabbed hold of a wire. Patrick gave a small smile.
"I won't let you fall, Mommy." He told her. She smiled, but still kept her distance, and instinctively rubbed her arms for warmth. Patrick notice Evey's shivering and held out his hand. After a few minutes something orbed in his hand, and when the object was all there, he handed it to her. Taking it, she realized it was a jacket.
"Thank you," She said, a little touched the boy noticed she was cold. He smiled and watched her put it on. Only after she put it on did she realize what particular jacket it was. She looked at Patrick, confused.
"You gave me your dad's jacket," She stated. Seeing it was the jacket he gave her a little over five months ago.
"You always wear that one, for as long as I can remember." It then hit Evey that this little boy was her future son. She and Chris's son, and Chris was still in a relationship with Bianca. Evey began to rub her temples. While resting her head on the pole next to her, hoping that it's cold metal would help with the sudden head ache she had taken on. She wanted it all to be a bad dream, she wanted so bad to wake up.
"Mommy…?" she heard. She looked up into the green eyes of the little boy. He looked almost exactly like Chris, with the exception of a few facial features, that she didn't recognize, probably because they were her own.
"I have a son…?" she asked quietly.
"You have two sons, and a daughter." Patrick told her. Evey's eyebrows shot up, the fact that she was a mom was mind blowing. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself, but her stomach was still feeling a bit upset, and her heart was beating rapidly. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else.
"Mom…?" Her eyes shot open and she looked at the small boy in front of her.
"I'm fine, I just, I need a cup of coffee," She told him. Patrick tilted his head slightly, confused by his mothers strange reaction.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Patrick asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, and gave a deep sigh.
"I'm just a bit shocked," she admitted. She turned toward him, and kneeled down. When she was firmly on her knees Patrick wrapped his small arms around her neck, and hugged her. She was a bit shocked at the small boy's reaction, but hugged him back. He pulled back and smiled at her.
"It'll be fine mommy, you and Daddy always make things better," He told her. She smiled, and sat against one of the poles. Patrick followed and placed himself in her lap. Making himself comfortable on top of her.
"Do you and I come up here often?" She asked, she tried to ignore the fact that some guy had used this line on her a few days ago. Patrick thought for a minute, before answering.
"Not too much, because you don't like being up so high. Usually dad comes up here with me," he answered. She nodded. "Morgan loves coming up here with Dad, Brandon is too little to go up here yet, and you said he has to be at least three."
"Who…?" Evey asked.
"Morgan and Brandon, My brother and sister," Patrick stated giving a small yawn at the end of his sentence. She nodded her head, her eyes gazing out toward the San Francisco skyline. She noticed the sudden deep breathing of the boy in her lap and realized he was asleep. In order to make sure he didn't get cold, she pulled him a bit closer, letting her mind wander.
"Chris, I'm bored," Evey stated, as she went through the book a third time that day.
"But we're getting closer to finding this demon, I know we are," He told her scrying for the sixth time that day. Evey left the book on it's stand, and walked over to him, taking away his crystal. Before Chris could object Evey stuffed it in her bra.
"Now you're forced to stop," she told him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Like that would stop me?" Evey looked a little taken back.
"It should, I know we've been hanging out a lot this past month, But I'm not sure I want you sticking your hand down my shirt, Chrissie." She said. Heat rose to Chris' cheeks, though he tried to hide it.
"I wasn't talking about reaching down your shirt," he muttered. Eve shrugged.
"It sounded like you were. Good thing you're not though, you have Bianca to do that with." Evey stated as she headed for the attic door.
"Where are you going?" He asked. Evey turned so she was facing him.
"I'm going to talk to your mom, maybe persuade her to make me lunch. Your mom is the best cook I've Ever met." She told him walking down the stairs; Chris followed and quickly caught up.
"That's because you've never tasted my cooking," he replied. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure your burnt charcoal is delicious," she answered, smirking slightly. She knew she was pushing a button; the reaction on his face was priceless. He looked shocked, offended, and a little angry.
"I'll have you know, I'm an excellent chef!" he argued.
"Right, and I'm a wonderful at math, in fact, I'm the next Einstein." He glared at her.
"I'll prove it!"
"I'm sure you will," she told him, sitting at the island counter. Chris looked around, not Even realizing she had led him into the kitchen.
"What do you want?" he asked, his arms crossed. The look on his face was pure determination. Evey shrugged, letting some of her platinum blond hair fall over her slender shoulder.
"Surprise me," she replied. Chris looked in the fridge, trying to find something he could cook for her. He secretly looked for something that was a bit more fattening, though he would probably wouldn't tell her, Evey seemed to look a bit to skinny to him. And her extremely pale skin didn't help; sometimes it made her look a bit sickly.
"Hey, you trying to freeze yourself over there?" she asked. Chris shot a glare at her, before he started to cook some pasta. He didn't fail to notice Evey's eager glance over his way. He smirked silently to himself and cooked the food, making a bit for himself.
"Done," he said, plating it and fixing it up a bit, before placing it in front of her. He went into the fridge and got her a soda, and placed it in front of her as well. He sat across from her.
"Is this lunch, or an early dinner?" she asked, as she took a bite of the ravioli. She gave a small sigh of appreciation and smiled at him.
"Good…?" he asked.
"Not fair, I have a soft spot for pasta, and Ravioli from the bag doesn't really count." She told him, eating the pasta anyway.
"It's not from a bag; I helped my mom make them from scratch yesterday at the restaurant, she took a few home with her." Chris argued. She rolled her eyes.
"Forgive me, almighty chef prince." Evey said, dramatically bowing her head.
"'Prince,' shouldn't I be King?"
"Uh, no. your mom is still the queen, though pasta is my weak spot, your mom bakes the best sweet potato cake in the world. I'll have to ask her for a slice before I go." Evey explained, muttering the last part mostly to herself.
"Ok, you have a point there," he replied, eating his own lunch.
"Hey Chris, what is it you do for a living?" She asked. Chris looked at her; he was surprised they never touched the subject. They had gotten to know each other quite a bit, despite Evey being a bit distant, she got more from him than he got from her. He only knew that she was 21, a photographer, she had a passion for music, her favorite color was green, when she was bored or she was slightly nervous she had a hard time standing still, and that she always had a pack of gum on her, because when she was required to stand still, the gum helped with that factor.
But she knew a lot about Chris, she knew his favorite color was red, she knew most of his childhood stories, she knew that he loved to watch horror movies, she knew all the troubles that were going on with him and Bianca, and she always offered advice, she knew that he wanted to save up for a motor cycle, she knew that he loved his brother, but found him annoying at times, she just simply knew a lot about him. She usually turned the conversation to him, and she seemed to prefer that.
"Hey, Chris, you okay?" Evey asked. Chris snapped out of his daze, and quickly remembered the question.
"I'm a chef; I work at my moms' restaurant." He replied.
"That sounds cool, do you like working there?" She asked. He shrugged.
"Yeah, but I'm trying to make my way up to head chef, it's been taking a while." He told her, eating a bit more of his lunch.
"I know the feeling," she agreed.
"You don't like your job?" He asked. She shook her head.
"No, I love what I do. But I want to be a big time photographer, it takes a while for that to happen, and it's Even harder in San Francisco." She confessed.
"Why is that?" he asked.
"Well, the best place to go is New York City; it's a pretty big fashion capital. That's where Photographers make all their money." She replied, taking a piece of bread and dipping it into the sauce.
"Well, why not move to New York?" He asked. She bit her lips slightly and shrugged.
"I don't like being so far away from home," she answered quietly. Chris looked at her, noticing her blue eyes dimmed slightly. There was a long silence between them.
"So, you think there is any chance of getting that crystal back?" he asked. Evey looked a bit confused before she realized she still had the scrying crystal in her bra.
"Oh, nope, not a chance," She replied, finishing her lunch.
"Why not…? We really need to try and find this demon before someone gets hurt," Chris told her, also finishing his lunch. Evey took her dishes and walked to the sink and began to clean them.
"If I give you the crystal back, we're going to spend the next three hours making no progress and end up in a heated debate on who is a better band, Beatles or the Rolling Stones. So honestly there really is no point in giving you the crystal." Chris walked up next to her, putting his dirty dished into the sink as well. There was a long silence, which Evey thought was weird, before she felt something move near her chest. She looked down and saw the crystal trying to make its way up her shirt.
Evey glanced at Chris, who had his gaze fixed on her shirt. She looked at the running water, and flicked her wrist slightly. The water made an unnatural shift and splashed all over Chris, who lost his concentration and let the crystal slip back into her bra. Evey smirked and crossed her arms, turning the water fountain off telekinetically.
"You just practically threw water at me!" Chris stated, looking at his soaked shirt.
"You were practically digging through my bra!" she shot back.
"I was trying to get the crystal." Evey rolled her eyes. She began to walk out of the room a bit quicker than needed.
"Well you're not getting it!" she shouted in the other room. Chris began to go after her.
"We'll see about that!" he shouted back. He walked into the other room, seeing that Evey was not that far in front of him. He went to grab her waist but she quickly quickened her pace into the living room. Chris tried to match her speed but she got faster Every time he was close to getting her.
Soon they were both running around the house like a couple of six year olds. Chris finally decided to orb in front of her, to try and get the upper hand. When he did, she jumped a bit and went to turn the other way. He quickly grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up, letting her stomach rest on his shoulder, while still keeping a firm arm around her waist.
"Hey, that's cheating!" she told him, trying to get out of his grasp.
"If you keep struggling I'm gonna drop you." He warned her. There was a pause.
"Well, tell me if you are that way I can brace for impact." She told him. Chris began to laugh and tossed her onto the couch, she crossed her arms.
"What…?" he asked.
"I don't like being man handled. I'm a lady; you didn't let me fall gracefully." She replied. Chris chuckled and sat next to her.
"Sorry, next time I'll let you fall gracefully." He answered. There was a small silence between them, before Evey chuckled a bit. "What?" Chris asked.
"I haven't run around like that in a long time, I felt like I was six." She answered, laughing a bit more. Chris shrugged.
"Sometimes it's good to be six," he said.
"I wish I had a friend like you when I was six. I'd never be bored." She told him. Chris laughed and nodded his head.
"Like wise," she held out her fist, and he touched it with his own.
"Friends," she stated. He nodded.
"And here is to running around like two six year olds!" he said, raising his hand for a high five. She met it and laughed.
"I guess being a dork comes along with being Six years old huh?" she asked. He laughed and shook his head.
Eve broke out of her train of thought when he heard a familiar jingle sound, looking up she saw Chris emerge from the bright lights. He gave a half hearted smile.
"Hey," he muttered. She smiled at him.
"Hello, I'm glad you were able to find me." She told him.
"It wasn't hard, I just sense for you and well… yeah." He said. She nodded, and looked at the little boy she was holding.
"Is Bianca mad?" she asked. Chris stuffed his hands in his pocket, and began to move back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Kinda, well… yeah, she'll get over it. Somehow she has it in her head that she might have died in the future and we had a kid because you were there to 'comfort' me." Evey raised an eyebrow, but began to get up, trying not to disturb the boy in her arms. She let him rest on her hip.
"Well, whatever works for her I suppose." She said, trying to hold the heavy six year old boy. Chris looked at him.
"Are you okay…?" She sighed; she wasn't strong enough to hold the kid up.
"Can you take him; I don't have the muscles to hold him." She replied. He nodded and held out his arms, ready for her to hand over the boy. She gently placed him into Chris's arms, and smiled lightly when the little boy clung to him.
"Okay, so where do we go now?" Evey asked. Chris looked at her.
"Back to the manor, that way we can figure out how to open a portal for him." Chris replied, gesturing with his head to the kid in his arms. Evey nodded and grabbed onto his arm. Chris quickly orbed them into the manor kitchen, where Piper was cooking dinner. She looked up at them and smiled, but that smile disappeared when she saw the little boy in Chris's arms.
"What's going on…?" she asked. Evey and Chris exchanged nervous glances. Just as Evey was about to open her mouth to explain Bianca walked into the room and right up to Evey.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Bianca shouted. Evey took a step back, a little taken back by the sudden burst of anger.
"Bianca calm down," Chris said, trying to stop her from causing a fight.
"Don't Even start with me!" she snapped at him, before turning back on Evey.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Evey answered honestly.
"Bull shit, I'm talking about the fact that you have a child with my boyfriend!" She yelled. Evey looked at Patrick, who had woken up, and was looking at the two women with a worried expression.
"Look, Bianca, I'm not sure why this little boy thinks me and Chris are together, but that's not what we need to be worried about right now, we need to worry about getting him home." Evey told her calmly. Bianca's hand rose and she smacked Evey right across the face. Evey stumbled back from the impact of the hit, and the room was silent.
"You whore, you told me you weren't interested in Chris, you said you were just friends!" Her hand went to smack her again, but Eve grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. Bianca shimmered out of her grip, and reappeared right behind her. Evey instinctively used her power to push Bianca back, and quickly turned around and pushed her. Bianca fell back, but recovered and shot a pretty powerful punch.
Evey paused for a minute, seeming as if she was struck by a thought, before becoming outraged and threw another punch at Bianca, sending her falling to the floor. Evey then could feel someone suddenly take on a grip around her arms, so she couldn't throw any more punches.
"That's enough! I will not have anyone fighting in my house, unless you're fighting demons!" Piper shouted, standing between the two girls. Chris had put Patrick down and now stood behind Bianca, restraining her from taking any more swings at Evey. Evey looked behind her, and saw Henry, Paige's husband, was now restraining her. She gave him a small inquisitive look before seeing Paige not far away from Piper.
"You're lucky I don't kill you! You're a boyfriend stealing, lying, whore. No wonder we haven't been able to catch the demon, you probably are working with it to break up the Halliwell's." Bianca accused. Evey shot a glare at her.
"You are such a paranoid, uptight, high maintenance, bitch Bianca. I told you before; I have no interest in stealing anyone's boyfriend. It's not my fault if you lose your boyfriend because you are too much of a nuisance for him." Evey shot back, her anger getting the better of her. Bianca went to shimmer out of Chris's grip but Piper stopped her.
"You Even think of doing it, and I'll blow you up." She warned. Bianca stopped, but continued to glare at Evey.
"Okay, so are we all done calling each other names?" Paige asked. Henry let go of Evey, but kept a warning hand on her shoulder. Evey turned around to look at him.
"I think you dislocated my shoulder dude," she stated. Henry chuckled.
"Sorry, I usually have to be a little rougher with my parolees." He told her. Evey nodded, knowing that with his kind of job he probably had to be.
"Okay, we have better things to do than yell at each other, Like finding that-"
"Demon…!" Patrick shouted, pointing past Evey. Evey quickly turned around and saw the demon before glared down at her, and creating a fireball. She quickly pushed Henry out of the way and used her power to push the demon back and make him hit the wall. This must have given Piper the perfect view to blow him up, because he combusted into tiny pieces. Evey looked down at Henry and helped him up.
"Are you okay…?" she asked. He nodded and looked at Piper.
"Nice shot, Piper," Evey glanced at Piper, who had an extremely confused face on.
"I didn't blow him up; I didn't Even raise my hands." She told them. Evey raised an eyebrow and looked around the room, trying to figure out who blew the demon up. Her question was answered when Patrick ran up to her, hugging her legs.
"Are you okay, Mommy? I tried to blow the demon up before he threw a fire ball at you." He said, looking up at her. She glanced at Chris who looked surprised. She then looked back down at the small boy.
"You blew him up?" she asked. He nodded, and looked around. Piper raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, can someone tell me whose kid this is?" Piper asked. Evey bit her lip, and looked at Chris, who gave a sigh.
"Mom, this is Patrick Halliwell… my son, from the future." Piper paused for a moment, looking beyond shocked.
"He's who now?"
"Grandma, can I have a cookie?" Patrick asked, looking at the plate of cookies on the counter. He looked straight at Piper, his green eyes pleading.
"'Grandma…?'" Piper asked. She looked extremely confused. "Wait, if he's Chris's son, why did he call Evey mo- oh… OH!" Piper looked at Evey, who turned a nice shade of red. Piper turned back on Chris.
"You're cheating on Bianca…?" she shouted. Chris looked horrified.
"No…! He's from the future, and I mean like 2037 or something! Apparently I and Evey are together in the Future, not now." He tried to explain. The whole time, Bianca looked less than pleased. Piper raised a brown eyebrow at her youngest son, looking somewhat not convinced, then looked at Evey. Evey's only response was a shrug that basically said 'I don't believe it either, I'm just kind of going with It.', and looked down at the little boy, who was still eyeing the cookies.
"Okay, first things first… we are going to need to get this little boy back to his future, any ideas?" Piper asked.
"We could try and do a reversal spell for that one that sends you back in time," Paige suggested. Piper nodded.
"Alright, Chris, Bianca, go find Wyatt and tell him we are going to need some help. Paige, you work with the girls upstairs on the spell." Piper ordered. All of them orbed- or shimmered in Bianca's case- to their respectable jobs. Evey looked at Piper, a bit uneasy.
"Um, Piper… is there something you would like me to do?" she asked. Piper looked at her, her gaze a bit harsh at first, but then softened up.
"We're going to make a potion, we made one similar in the past, but it didn't work. So we'll try it now." She replied. Evey nodded and watched as Piper pulled a few spare ingredients from the cupboard. Patrick had already situated himself onto a chair, and orbed a cookie for himself.
"Hey! That's personal gain!" Evey scolded.
"Mom, one cookie isn't going to kill me," Patrick replied. Piper gave a small chuckle, he was definitely his mother's son