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Shaking his head, he returned to work with the other leaders, but Kevin led him away from the group.

"Chris, you need sleep, look at you, you can barely stand on your own two feet, Man."

"Man, knock it off…I'm…." he yawned and his head began to droop, "I'm…fine."

Kevin shook his head and took out a potion of his pocket and handed it to his friend. "Here, it's a dreamless sleeping draft, you need it."

Chris glanced at the bottle, to Kevin, and back to the bottle. After a little mental debate, he drank it; the potion burning his tongue as he swallowed it. Kevin helped his friend over a couch and soon Chris drifted off to sleep…completely black and empty, except for a flicker of sky clear blue eyes. (AN - Six months is a long time for people to develop their strong feelings for each other)

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Six months, it didn't seem possible. Food was still short in supply, but the leaders tried hard not show it. The best fighters went with search parties went out piled with potions. Everyone was pitching in wherever they could; winter was almost over, but spring and summer seemed to be worse. Demons and warlocks living above ground made it impossible to steal it.

No one dared to say it, but as the months dragged on, unsettlement was stirring within the resistance, despite the leaders efforts. It seemed to be that time was the key. Many members wanted to fight and others shook in their books, just wishing to survive and nothing more.

The late afternoon heat drifted through the window, breaking her thoughts put of her book. Allyson sighed deeply as she closed a book, setting down next to the bed. She looked around the room, which had become her home over the past months. It felt so familiar, the one consistent in her life at the moment.

So much had happened and she was finally completely healed, except for trying herself out easily. Harsh noises from the other room brought her back to reality. Gradually, she slid out of the small bedroom and into the main area. Instantly, her eyes landed on the young leader, parched on top of the stairs. His hands were held high trying to call for silence, but the harsh numbers of the refuges drowned him out.

"We're starving!" people cried.

Others shouted out for the children and the need to take action now. Everyone was overlapping each in their requests, that it seen become a complete jumble of noise to an outsider. Chris sighed in frustration, his fingers tapping on the rail with impatience. Beside him, Kevin patted his shoulder with reassurance, but Chris shoved him off.

No one could fix this, because everything they said was true. Shaking his head, he surveyed the crowd once more and paused as his gaze landed on the familiar dark hair and blue eyes. For a moment, he wondered if she could see him, but then shook his head.

"Stop thinking about her, it's been months and still she hasn't told you how…." He was brought of his thoughts as Kevin nudged him in the ribs.

Blinking, he saw the crowd quieting down; faces of anger still staring up at the leader with the same impatience as they waited for a response. Glancing once more at Allyson, he shook his head and cleared his throat.

"I know all your complaints, but yeah you're right. Food is short, but a full scale attack right now it's out of the question. Partially, with new children around. Do you want to leave them defenseless and without their families, like us. All you're asking for is for the cycle to keep continuing, if not asking for him to come in and kill us all, including the children…." His voice trailed off as he saw mothers holding their children tighter to their chests.

No they weren't children; children should live in a world where their biggest problem was a scrapped knee. These small people would only grow up to be soldiers even before they were ten years old; their lives not even beginning. Chris sighed deeply and for a moment longed for his mother to be there with him. Piper always knew what to say. Next to him, Kevin cleared his throat and gestured to the crowd again. The young leader nodded and trued to address the group again, a small lump catching in his throat; thoughts of his mother circling through his mind.

"There is no reason to be afraid, he can't come in here, I've made that impossible and so did my mother. In terms of food, we're all doing the best we can. Now please go back to your groups, I think dinner about ready," he said firmly, his eyes flashing with a challenge to anyone daring to say anything else.

Mumbles of agreement and fear swept through the room as the crowd parted into their own separate groups or families. Kevin tossed his friend a small smile before he descended the stairs. Chris paused for a moment as he scanned the room again; his knuckles turning white as he gripped the railing. After a few seconds, he spotted her sitting by the bar. Taking a deep breath, he walked down towards her, but was soon swept away by the other leaders. Allyson heard them leave and sighed.

"Of course he doesn't want to be with you, he has other things to worry about. Don't be selfish," she scolded herself.

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. No one paid her any attention as lines drew up along the bar trying to get a drink.

Swinging around on the stool, she whispered, "happy birthday to me."

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From a distance, Chris sighed deeply. Something was wrong with her, but he couldn't imagine what it was. The other leaders were still discussing tactics for getting more food, but Chris's thoughts were far away from food. Kevin nudged the young leader, but Chris ignored him. Even after six months, he still had not completely forgiven Kevin from touching her.

"Not that he knows how you feel and maybe this evening will make up for it.," Chris reminded himself bitterly and a little bit of hope.

Shaking his head, he excused himself and went off to find the young women. Opening the door to their bedroom, he peeked in. Allyson was parched on the bed, her whole body shaking as a few tears rolled down her face. He took a deep breath and entered the room, startling her.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said, holding up his hands in surrender.

Quickly, she wiped her tears away and rolled her eyes. For a few minutes, nether of them spoke lost in their own thoughts.

Walking over to her, he asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No!"

"Allyson, really what's wrong?" he asked, bending down next to her as his hand ran over her knee.

She shifted away from his touch and sighed. Shaking her head, she stood up and walked over to a cracked mirror hanging on a nail. The crack ran down her cheek; the old scars of her old life shied through her tears; her fingertips gingerly ran across the cold glass. Seventeen, the number rolled over in her mind. It didn't seem right, not after her while family was died; celebrating her last party seemed like a million years ago.

Chris stared at her reflection, her whole face seemed to cut from stone; the three cuts along her cheeks told a story of the battle she had fought during her life. Dark hair hung limp against her shoulders, shielding herself from the world. He had a billion scars of his own battle, but she seemed so strong against all of the pain she had suffered. Chris walked over to her and lightly rested his hand against her shoulder, staring into the mirror too.

"What's wrong, Allyson?" he asked.

The girl didn't respond, but her reflection leaned back against him, her head resting at his shoulder. On instinct, his arm wrapped around her as he gave her reassessing squeeze. For a moment they stared at way, but just as quickly she broke away from him, breaking the peaceful image of them. Of her parents of all the lovers living in this corrupt world.

Turning her around to face him, he said, "Would you come with me for a sec.?"

Allyson stared at him for a moment and then nodded. Clasping her hand, he led her silently through the club and out the back. Reaching the door, he leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"Close you're eyes," he said.

She nodded and heard the door open with a loud squeak. The chilly spring air bit against her cheek, but his touch sent warmth throughout her body. Chris led her out into the alley, both hands locked within his as he instructed her to take a step up. Slowly, he pulled her hands up and around his neck, his own hands resting around her waist. Allyson frowned her eyebrows in confusion as they began to sway without any music. The hard cement of the ground allowed him to tap out the beat. Soon he was humming the beat to himself, his foot stopping.

Lowering his head towards her, he whispered, "open."

Allyson obeyed and gasped and held onto him tighter. Wind rushed past her a littler quickly; her cheeks flushed pink, contrasting her bright blue eyes. Her legs kicked against the air, praying for solid ground and her lip trembled; but Chris smiled down at her as his own hold on her tightened with his left hand.

The couple spun around with the small music, the young leader hummed. Allyson felt her mouth open, but Chris silenced her, his index finger resting against her lips. She paused, but a tiny, sad smile slid onto her lips as his eyes searched for an answer. As if reading her mind, he chuckled lightly, his right hand playing with a few stray pieces of her hair.

"Kevin told me, it was your birthday, do you like it?"

She leaned against him; her arms tightening around his neck, her head resting against his chest as they danced in air. Gradually, he moved away from her, his right hand still wrapped around her waist and his left hand folded into her right. Terrified screams, sirens sounded in the distance, but neither of them seemed to notice as the continued to dace. A waltz, she realized. Pulling away, she stared up at, tears rimmed her eyes. Chris frowned silently and caressed her cheek tenderly.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

Allyson shook her head, her voice cracking with memories. "No, but…my father had just started to teach me the waltz."

Chris sighed in relief, but tossed her a small smile as he spun her around; the air finally becoming like solid ground to her.

"He taught you well. Most girls don't know the waltz," he said.

Coming back together, she smiled at him too. "Yeah, it is a shame, it's a pretty dance."

The young leader nodded, lowering to them back onto the ground. Allyson smiled, but was suddenly thrown against the pavement as Chris covered her. The door opened to the club and Kevin shouted something to Chris, but he didn't seem to hear, his thoughts solely in the young women before him. Jumping up, he faced the demon and smirked flung his hand out, but the demon laughed without even a step backwards.

Glancing over at Kevin he shouted, "Get her out of here"

He was thrown back against the wall. Allyson tried to run over to him, but Kevin held her back, in the shadows of the club, concealing them. She watched in silence as Chris and the demon fought; her heart pounding against her chest. All the attacks melted into one massive wave that it was impossible to tell who threw which one.

"Kevin you have to help him!" she cried in desperation.

At the sound of her voice, Chris paused and turned towards her; the demon cutting him with a knife. Chris fell to his knees, his own blood making a small pool beside him. The demon smirked and flung out his hand into the shadows, sending Kevin and Allyson crashing into the door, knocking Kevin out. Allyson watched in horror as the demon walked over to the young leader, pulling him roughly to his feet; his pale face staring back at her through the darkness. She tried to scream for help, but Chris managed to shake his head, slightly, silencing at once.

"Well, Mr. Halliwell, you've given the great Lord so much trouble. Now it's time for your punishment," the demon sneered, before shimmering out, his arm wrapped tightly around Chris's shoulders.

Everything was still and silent. Allyson moved out of the shadows on her hands and knees. His blood coated her fingers as a tear rolled down her face. A single word kept repeating in her mind even as she tried to deny it. Halliwell, no, that wasn't possible. No not Chris…he was Chris Perry, not Halliwell. Anyone but a Halliwell. She remembered it now; demons had started the fire by order….by order of a Halliwell.

"Allyson…where are you?" Kevin asked. She didn't respond, but he pulled at her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

"We need to get back inside."

She didn't even fight as he helped her stand and brought her back inside. Her world crashing around her once more. Everything was so screwed up…and Chris, she shook her head. She couldn't think of him, even as that single world echoed in her ears.

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Chris was laid upon a bed in Lord Wyatt's room; the demon bowed shortly and left. The blonde Lord smirked playfully as he stood over his unconscious little brother. Everything was perfect, as the back of his hand brushed the young leader's cheek tenderly. His little brother had certainly grown; he was the spitting image of their mother.

Lowering down, he whispered, "Welcome home, Christopher….don't worry that innocent was worth nothing to me. You're the one that betrayed me."

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