For those of you that've checked out my profile where I put pictures of the characters, I'd like you to note that I changed out Blake Lively for Sophia Bush as Charlie. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Also Chris and Charlie are 22. Sorry for accidental uses of word teen. "I'm also in the process of writing a novel where the protagonist is 18… tends to get a bit confusing
ENJOY! I don't own Charmed.
Cole Turner was having one of those days where just getting out of bed seems to be the world's most wretched task. For what feels like eternity he lays there flat on his back and eyes glued to the side of the bed she'd occupied just thirty-six hours ago. He remembers every look upon her face, the way she smiles, the way she tastes. She is his world, and she wanted him to let it go. He's trying so hard to do what she asks but what's a man without his world?
His self-loathing sulking is silenced by the turning of a knob. Not wanting to be seen like this- mid sulk and teary-eyed he closes them and feigned sleep. The steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling, soft and smooth breaths inhaled and exhaled.
It was quite convincing but the son knows the acts of the father far better than he'd care to admit. He telekinetically brings the pillow that'd fallen off the bed up and into his hands allowing that signature smirk that'd defined him in the eyes of many to creep onto his face.
With a little bit of heat behind it, the halfbreed hurls the pillow at his father; allowing it to roll off his fingers with a gleam of mischief taking residence in his eyes that only grows when he sees it make contact and hears a displeasured groan leave the hung-over hurting mess's mouth.
Chris: Get up. Get dressed. Let's go.
Cole: Go where?
Chris: Out.
Cole leers at Chris, not willing to blindly follow him. The demon slaying savvy halfbreed had advised him to go to Phoebe, to get his heart broken and the last that he'd heard of him Chris had mercilessly tortured a demon only to slay him before the Charmed One's could get the answers. Something was hidden beneath the surface and he's not sure whether or not to trust it.
Cole: Enough with the cryptic crap.
Chris: I'll stop the cryptic crap as soon as you stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Cole: (sarcastically) Oh well, touché then.
Cole rolls over to lie on his stomach and hide his face in the pillow to show an end of their conversation. Of course, the demon doesn't know that Chris's got the stubbornness of both a Turner and a Halliwell combined in his genetic code. In a feverish fashion his hand shakes causing the bed to mimic the movement.
Cole: Don't make me vanquish you!
The warning tone in his father's words sends Chris to the days when his father wasn't so fatherly… to the days when his father was nothing more than a desolate wasteland of misery and despair. He would die before he let his dad that 90degree turn into a perpetual downfall. He'd die.
Chris: Go ahead vanquish me… as long you're standing up when you do it.
Again, not finding the motivation to step any further into his dad's room, Chris relies on his telekinesis to open the closet and send a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt his father's way. His eyes narrow in a don't-fuck-with-me kind of way before he puts his arms behind his back and sticks with the authoritative tone.
Chris: Get dressed. I'll get the Bloody Mary's started.
Cole: (smirking) So you do know me in the future.
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Cole: Eight ball corner pocket.
Cole lines up his shot, shoots, and makes it with ease. Looking at the four balls Chris still had on the table, the demon can't help but laugh. Chris's idea to cheer him up was a pool hall, cigar, and a pitcher of beer. Chris leans against his pool stick. Letting Cole win was painful, excruciatingly so but it was in the name of cheering him up, so he'd sit back and take it.
Cole: I believe that's game four I won.
Chris: What can I say, it's been six years since I've been in the general vicinity of a pool table let alone played.
Cole: Why's that?
Chris: What part of evil future don't you people get?
Cole: How evil?
Chris: Future consequences.
After the words, the cogs in his head slowly turn. Every time the future or anything about the kid came up his answers were pure and simple. FUTURE CONSEQUENCES. If Cole Turner could murder a set of words, he wouldn't hesitate doing in future consequences the first chance he got. So he got an idea that only a demonic lawyer could do.
Cole: Are you a betting man, Mitchell?
Chris's shoulders tighten when his father referred to him as a man with another name and because he knew exactly how this man thinks. This wasn't going to be a bet of money. He'd have to bring his A game but instead he simply answers playing dumb.
Chris: Name your price, Turner.
Cole: Each ball in a question, no future consequences. Full honesty.
It takes Chris a few moments to respond wondering how he could be hesitantly excited. What kid wouldn't want this opportunity to find out the inner workings of his father, his role model's eyes? Chris takes the hand he's dealt, clearing his throat and agreeing to battle further.
Chris: Rack 'em, Turner. I'll break.
Immediately Chris sinks in both the four and the one balls. A smirk grows on his face as Cole's jaw tightens. It wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. Questions spiral around in his head and it takes him a moment to ask.
Chris: How was it being the source?
Cole: (shrugs his shoulders) Overpowering, all consuming. It was something I wanted for the better part of my demonic time. But it came at a price.
Chris: Was that price worth it?
Cole: Losing our heir, losing Phoebe, losing that faith she had in me… no. Not at all.
The last part of the statement went in one ear and out the other. Heir… as in a baby before him? His poker face fractures leaving a stunned wide eyed and mouth agape shock. He almost drops his pool stick but finds himself holding tighter after realizing it's his lifeline into another question. Gaining his composure he lines up for the easy shot and knocks the seven into the corner pocket.
Chris: What happened to it?
It. That's what it was in his eyes. It's what it has to be. To think of there being an actual kid, actual being for that matter causes a pit to form in his stomach. Cole's lips tighten as if an automatic reaction not to talk about it. But he did agree to the rules and there was a question he wanted answered… a question that'd decide what'll happen next.
Cole: The Seer happened. She tried to kill the sisters, they used a spell to unlock the baby's powers and the baby couldn't handle the might of his own powers.
Chris: M'sorry.
Cole: Yeah.
So many thoughts of what'd happened to his sibling sends his game into a tailspin. He lines up for an easy shot but misses. Cole however sinks in the ten ball for a corner to corner shot. The halfbreed bites his lip fearful of what'd happen at the results of the answer to his father's next question.
Cole: Do Phoebe and I get back together?
He knew it was coming and had a cryptic response prepared in his head but looking at Cole and seeing the desperation in his eyes, he just couldn't bring himself to do that. He reaches over to their table pulls his beer from the table and downs the glass in the hopes of gaining some liquid courage.
Chris: That depends on your definition of together. You sleep together after Piper's baby is born. Then you and Phoebe just remain friends… at least on the surface but those feelings you both harbor for each other doesn't fade. It never fades… but I think my being here shifted the timeline… you two slept together two months too early. Who knows… that could have changed everything.
The dread in his voice is missed by Cole. The words showing there was still hope seemed to take precedence. She never stopped loving him. He takes the pool stick in his hand and tosses it onto the table surprising the halfbreed.
Chris: We still have over half the table.
Cole: I found out all I needed to know. Let's go vanquish some demons.
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Chris Halliwell watched his father with traces of concern as they planned their assault on a clan that's known for their capturing, tormenting and trade of magical youth. He knew his father was capable of great good and selflessness. He also knows that everything's cloudy when it comes to all things Phoebe Halliwell. The man's motives for wanting to join this endeavor are in question.
Is it to impress Phoebe or out of the goodness of his heart.
Chris fingers flip the delicate pages of the text book in front of him but never able to concentrate. He watches Cole shinning his sword knowing the only way to kill these demons is decapitation. The glimmer in his eyes is of excitement, that thirst for the kill that lies within them all rising to the surface.
Chris: Maybe I should do this one solo.
Cole: You dragged me out of bed, kid. You're stuck with me.
Chris: (mutters) Won't make that mistake again.
Cole: What was that?
Chris: I said toss me a sword.
Cole: That's what I thought you said.
His hand moves across the blade from head to hilt until igniting it in a fiery blaze before it joins his other hand on the hilt. As the last of demons swarm the two warriors, Chris couldn't help but let nostalgia flood his mind fighting side by side with his old man.
Swinging his sword with an expertise unmatched by the oncoming demon, Chris raises his shield to match the strike of one and swipes diagonally taking off another's head. His eyes meet Cole's as another demon carcass crashed onto the floor of the cave. Matching smirks adorn their faces as the friendly competition of who could slaughter the most of the remaining seven demons begins.
Two demons charge mere seconds apart. The halfbreed plunges his sword into one's throat and rotates his position one hundred and eighty degrees and adds another to his kabob. He presses his boot to the dying demon's chest and pulls the still blazing sword and does a clean swipe finishing the job. Adrenaline courses through his veins and blood pounds in his ears drowning out the cries of battle.
Chris: Two down-
Cole: None to go.
Chris turns to see his father leaning up against the cave wall with five headless corpses lying at his feet. Chris begins to question how but sees the burns on their chests that were obviously energyball induced. A frown takes precedence over the shock.
Chris: Cheater. This was a battle of swordsmanship.
Cole: (Shrugging his shoulders) There're no definitive boundaries in battle... just you taking down the target by any means necessary. Never forget that.
Chris dips his sword in a pond within the cave, nodding at the man's advice. He captures it, taking it in, and doing everything but thinking the thought that's present on his mind every minute he's with him- that if he fails he'll go to a world where he has to move on without him.
Just before he can, a piece of his world gets shimmered in by the hand of a Darth Maul looking demon. Its smile was a face splitting one revealing his shark like teeth and Chris feels as if he's the fourteen year old he was last time he faced that demon. Just as quickly it occurs to him he's not. He's stronger, faster, smarter… he's leader of the Resistance damn it!
He charges the demon, his blade drawn and battle ready. But the demon didn't come to battle. He lifts the slumping, dying teenager upright by the collar and Chris gets a good look at the face of his younger cousin. Henry Jr.'s fate lying in the balance changes the playing field drastically and Chris drops the sword from his hands.
Chris: Take my powers, take me back to the future if you must… just please let him go.
Demon: I'm not here to take anything Christopher. I'm here to give you a gift.
The demon throws the teenager across the room like he was the weight of a softball and Chris throws out his hand to telekinetically cradle his younger cousin. As he focuses on bringing the younger boy to him, he turns his back on the demon. Blood red hands reach out and fire off energy balls in rapid succession. Thankfully the battle hardened demonic dad projects his shield onto Chris effectively scaring the demon away.
Chris pulls Henry close and cradles him there with one arm while the other brought a hand up to check his neck for a pulse. His heart is breaking as he feels its weakness and catalogs his injuries. Grimacing he takes into account the dislocated shoulders obviously from being shackled above his head and being set like that for some time, the series of burns on his arms and torso from being tortured with something similar to a cattle prod, and stab wound in his side from Excalibur. He didn't even begin to search for broken bones before he realizes they're not in a time where whitelighters are as rare as seeing Halley's Comet.
With tears in his eyes he looks up to Cole and wordlessly tells the man to follow him to the manor and as soon as he touches down in the attic, the halfbreed bellows just as loud as his voice could carry without cracking.
Chris: Leo! Leo! God damn it, where the fuck are you?
Piper: Chris, what's—
The words die on her lips the moment she sees their usually stoic halfbreed shedding silent tears holding a younger man to his chest. Her sisters join her just past the room's threshold and they all find themselves calling for Leo. Chris Halliwell stares at the ceiling with two fingers pressed against his cousin's neck feeling as pulses are weaker and farther apart with each passing moment. It is then that he decides to risk everything he's gained in the past to save the boy that might as well be his little brother.
Chris: Charlie!
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Pretty big cliff hanger, I know… please don't kill me.
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