Chapter 14
Reading and Rehersing
So around the time we met I spoke of playing in the pit. Woot Woot. Ok, so when I transferred schools my Mom told the middle school that I was going to be home-schooled, which still had me in the high school band. So obviously its not time for marching band, but that still leaves time for winter drumline. If you were wondering when Wyatt was playing football he was doing spring parctice games or something. I'm not truly sure, I think I'm the only straight guy in the world who doesn't understand football.
So obviously I have to reherse all the time to get better, I don't think Wyatt has too, its like everything he touches turns to gold, like magic. Magic! Thats it, I can use magic to figure out what is up with the box of me. Incase you were wondering, no I haven't talked to Mom at all sence the unpleasant conversation we had a few days ago.
As I stood in my practice room, conservatory to everyone else, and sometimes concert hall, I heard everyone leaving. Guess why? If you choose a Wyatt focused sport you would be correct, him and Dad gold together, isn't that one just the funniest? Mom said she had to go to the club so she could leave me to practice in peace. When I didn't reply she just went on her way. So that leaves me home alone, plenty of time to go to the attic and go though Mom's box. I still don't want to talk to her about it, but going though it gives me this secret look at her and Dad when it was just them and Wyatt and even befor that.
Instead of staying in the attic this time I just orbed the box to my room and began to go though it. I found Mom's diary from I guess 15 years ago.
September 17, 2003
Wyatt is getting so big. He looks amazing, it still hurts alittle to look at his eyes, to have Leo starring back at me, but not able to be with me. Chris doesn't make any thing better, I don't think I have ever met some one so O.C. about finding some mystery demon. He won't tell us anything, not even why he came back to us any way. He keeps saying its to save Wyatt, but he seems to do more harm then good. I want Leo as my whitelighter again, at least I could trust him.
At that point I put her diary down, great so Mom has hated me even befor I was conceived. Well that makes me feel really special. Maybe I could write a spell, to see Mom, I want to talk to her, but not her now, I want to talk to the Piper Halliwell that doesn't love me at all.
So what do you think? Should I write a spell for time travel, which is a little hard but doable, or wait on Mom to tell me it was so long ago and she didn't know and that she loves me now. Option two doesn't seem to make me happy, lets go to the past!!!!!
Now here is the tricky part, I've never written a spell befor. Neither has Wyatt, the Charmed Ones used to all the time befor the demon attacks just stopped. Well it can't be that hard, is it? Uhm, well it starts with a pen right? So here goes nothing:
Let the powers that be
Open a potal to help me see
What happend in this place befor
Take me to 2004?
Yeah, maybe this needs a ritual or something. I'm not sure, well where do we hide the candles? Or the crystals? Geez this is a lot harder then I thought. I could always just mix a potion, thats easy, but the one in the book is too complicated, this will just have to do I guess.
As I said my very bad, as in not good, spell a shimmering blue light appeared on the wall, I walked though my portal to the attic in 2004, not much diffrence. Well that is anticlimatic. "Piper!" some one yelled from me, who ever it was made me jump. "Piper, we've got a little problem." I turned around to see the man who was in all the pictures in Mom's box. Can that really be me?
Thats when I saw Mom, she appeared behind him, well me, I think. "Chris, is this a nother demon pal, what are you doing to us now." she was pissed, I could see her anger in her eyes.
In unison both me and that old guy said, "I'm sorry," we both looked at our feet which shuffled. Mom starred at us, she looked at little confused but older me seemed to know what was up.
"Chris?" we both looked up, now she was really confused, "Chris Perry, you need to explain right now whats going on." I opened my mouth to speak and she looked at me.
The other Chris took my hand and spoke up, "Don't worry Piper, I'll deal with it." We then orbed out to the top of a a cross beam on the golden gate. It was Dad's spot to relax. Befor I had a chance to go off on him, he yelled, "What are you doing here? Your not spost to be here!"
"What do you know? Who are you to yell at me, your not my Mother." I fired at him. Usually when I go off on some one, I get sent to my room or home, and Dad talks to me about being a man and dealing with myself in a better maner.
"I know you well enough, Christopher, what are you doing here? Coming to see Mom now won't bring her back. She died, we both have to except it." I glared at him, Mom isn't dead, she is just as annoyingly up in my business as ever.
"No she isn't you moron, she is fine, she is at one of Wyatt sporting events." I fired at him. My nostrals flared, my heart pumped in my throat, how dare he say Mom was dead, if she was do you think I would be so pissed at her?
"Yes, she is she died on our 14th birthday, which was a week or so ago." he looked some what hurt. "She died in the middle of the party, didn't she?" I shook my head no. "Really what have you done in the last few weeks or so?"
What the heck? Why does that matter Mom isn't dead and he is telling me so every other second, "Why?"
"Becuase its important to who I am going to become, who we will be instead of being the me I am now." Is that as confusing as it was to me? I mean come on, thats a bit out there for my tastes.
"Look, I'm Chris, whitelighter-witch, with very little if any importance to the world, my parents are way too over-protective and I never have time to myself, the only reason I'm here is to settle somethign with Mom about her diary, cuz guess what? She hates you, which in turn means she hates me."
"She doesn't hate us, she just doesn't realize how much she loves us yet." What lot of crap, he needs to get over it, I don't know why I would come from the future at the age of 22 but come on I'm not going to care enough to be hated. "Wait, did you just say your parents were over-protective?"
Now I'm really confused, if he is me, wouldn't he know this already? "Yea, Dad barely lets me cross the street without holding his hand." He really needs to lighten up doesn't he?
"Leo." he called out, what good would that do? Now, I'm really going to be in troble, first going in the attic, going though Mom's stuff, writting a spell, well that one won't really get me into troble, travling through time, that one will.
In a swirl of blue orbs Dad appeared, not looking to pleased, boy do I know that face. Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance. "What do you want?" he said with great resentment. Without a word 22 year old me grabbed Dad and hugged him tightly. "Chris, its sorta too late for male bonding." Dad said as he pushed older me away. "And who is this?"
"I'm, ah Chris, uhm ah Jr, yea Chris Jr" I could tell Dad knew I was lying I wasn't ever really good at it with him.
Dad folded his arms over his chest. "But Chris is a whitelighter, there for he is dead, so how could you be Chris Jr?" Damnit, stupid Elder knowlegde, or is that basic Whitelighter powers?
"Listen, Leo, lets just go back to the manor and I promise I will explain everything, just not in front of the girls." Dad nodded and we all orbed home.
"Well, Chris whats going on?" Dad asked, in his normal I-know-you-did-something-and-now-your-in-for-it tone.
"Well for starters, this isn't my son, this is me, when I was 14, but its the 14 year old verison of me after I came to save Wyatt. He was appearently angery at Piper for somethign she wrote in a diary about me while I am here." Dad's mouth had fallen open.
"And why young man did you think you had the right to go though Piper's belongings?" Dad asked me.
"Cuz you and Mom and Wyatt were out with the team celebrating and I was at home alone?" I said, oh no, I think I just blew his, my cover.
Dad looked slightly confused, "What do you mean? Chris, are you my and Piper's son?" Older me refused to look into Dad's eyes, yep, I blew his cover in a major way. "Well are you?"
Reading and Rehersing
So around the time we met I spoke of playing in the pit. Woot Woot. Ok, so when I transferred schools my Mom told the middle school that I was going to be home-schooled, which still had me in the high school band. So obviously its not time for marching band, but that still leaves time for winter drumline. If you were wondering when Wyatt was playing football he was doing spring parctice games or something. I'm not truly sure, I think I'm the only straight guy in the world who doesn't understand football.
So obviously I have to reherse all the time to get better, I don't think Wyatt has too, its like everything he touches turns to gold, like magic. Magic! Thats it, I can use magic to figure out what is up with the box of me. Incase you were wondering, no I haven't talked to Mom at all sence the unpleasant conversation we had a few days ago.
As I stood in my practice room, conservatory to everyone else, and sometimes concert hall, I heard everyone leaving. Guess why? If you choose a Wyatt focused sport you would be correct, him and Dad gold together, isn't that one just the funniest? Mom said she had to go to the club so she could leave me to practice in peace. When I didn't reply she just went on her way. So that leaves me home alone, plenty of time to go to the attic and go though Mom's box. I still don't want to talk to her about it, but going though it gives me this secret look at her and Dad when it was just them and Wyatt and even befor that.
Instead of staying in the attic this time I just orbed the box to my room and began to go though it. I found Mom's diary from I guess 15 years ago.
September 17, 2003
Wyatt is getting so big. He looks amazing, it still hurts alittle to look at his eyes, to have Leo starring back at me, but not able to be with me. Chris doesn't make any thing better, I don't think I have ever met some one so O.C. about finding some mystery demon. He won't tell us anything, not even why he came back to us any way. He keeps saying its to save Wyatt, but he seems to do more harm then good. I want Leo as my whitelighter again, at least I could trust him.
At that point I put her diary down, great so Mom has hated me even befor I was conceived. Well that makes me feel really special. Maybe I could write a spell, to see Mom, I want to talk to her, but not her now, I want to talk to the Piper Halliwell that doesn't love me at all.
So what do you think? Should I write a spell for time travel, which is a little hard but doable, or wait on Mom to tell me it was so long ago and she didn't know and that she loves me now. Option two doesn't seem to make me happy, lets go to the past!!!!!
Now here is the tricky part, I've never written a spell befor. Neither has Wyatt, the Charmed Ones used to all the time befor the demon attacks just stopped. Well it can't be that hard, is it? Uhm, well it starts with a pen right? So here goes nothing:
Let the powers that be
Open a potal to help me see
What happend in this place befor
Take me to 2004?
Yeah, maybe this needs a ritual or something. I'm not sure, well where do we hide the candles? Or the crystals? Geez this is a lot harder then I thought. I could always just mix a potion, thats easy, but the one in the book is too complicated, this will just have to do I guess.
As I said my very bad, as in not good, spell a shimmering blue light appeared on the wall, I walked though my portal to the attic in 2004, not much diffrence. Well that is anticlimatic. "Piper!" some one yelled from me, who ever it was made me jump. "Piper, we've got a little problem." I turned around to see the man who was in all the pictures in Mom's box. Can that really be me?
Thats when I saw Mom, she appeared behind him, well me, I think. "Chris, is this a nother demon pal, what are you doing to us now." she was pissed, I could see her anger in her eyes.
In unison both me and that old guy said, "I'm sorry," we both looked at our feet which shuffled. Mom starred at us, she looked at little confused but older me seemed to know what was up.
"Chris?" we both looked up, now she was really confused, "Chris Perry, you need to explain right now whats going on." I opened my mouth to speak and she looked at me.
The other Chris took my hand and spoke up, "Don't worry Piper, I'll deal with it." We then orbed out to the top of a a cross beam on the golden gate. It was Dad's spot to relax. Befor I had a chance to go off on him, he yelled, "What are you doing here? Your not spost to be here!"
"What do you know? Who are you to yell at me, your not my Mother." I fired at him. Usually when I go off on some one, I get sent to my room or home, and Dad talks to me about being a man and dealing with myself in a better maner.
"I know you well enough, Christopher, what are you doing here? Coming to see Mom now won't bring her back. She died, we both have to except it." I glared at him, Mom isn't dead, she is just as annoyingly up in my business as ever.
"No she isn't you moron, she is fine, she is at one of Wyatt sporting events." I fired at him. My nostrals flared, my heart pumped in my throat, how dare he say Mom was dead, if she was do you think I would be so pissed at her?
"Yes, she is she died on our 14th birthday, which was a week or so ago." he looked some what hurt. "She died in the middle of the party, didn't she?" I shook my head no. "Really what have you done in the last few weeks or so?"
What the heck? Why does that matter Mom isn't dead and he is telling me so every other second, "Why?"
"Becuase its important to who I am going to become, who we will be instead of being the me I am now." Is that as confusing as it was to me? I mean come on, thats a bit out there for my tastes.
"Look, I'm Chris, whitelighter-witch, with very little if any importance to the world, my parents are way too over-protective and I never have time to myself, the only reason I'm here is to settle somethign with Mom about her diary, cuz guess what? She hates you, which in turn means she hates me."
"She doesn't hate us, she just doesn't realize how much she loves us yet." What lot of crap, he needs to get over it, I don't know why I would come from the future at the age of 22 but come on I'm not going to care enough to be hated. "Wait, did you just say your parents were over-protective?"
Now I'm really confused, if he is me, wouldn't he know this already? "Yea, Dad barely lets me cross the street without holding his hand." He really needs to lighten up doesn't he?
"Leo." he called out, what good would that do? Now, I'm really going to be in troble, first going in the attic, going though Mom's stuff, writting a spell, well that one won't really get me into troble, travling through time, that one will.
In a swirl of blue orbs Dad appeared, not looking to pleased, boy do I know that face. Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance. "What do you want?" he said with great resentment. Without a word 22 year old me grabbed Dad and hugged him tightly. "Chris, its sorta too late for male bonding." Dad said as he pushed older me away. "And who is this?"
"I'm, ah Chris, uhm ah Jr, yea Chris Jr" I could tell Dad knew I was lying I wasn't ever really good at it with him.
Dad folded his arms over his chest. "But Chris is a whitelighter, there for he is dead, so how could you be Chris Jr?" Damnit, stupid Elder knowlegde, or is that basic Whitelighter powers?
"Listen, Leo, lets just go back to the manor and I promise I will explain everything, just not in front of the girls." Dad nodded and we all orbed home.
"Well, Chris whats going on?" Dad asked, in his normal I-know-you-did-something-and-now-your-in-for-it tone.
"Well for starters, this isn't my son, this is me, when I was 14, but its the 14 year old verison of me after I came to save Wyatt. He was appearently angery at Piper for somethign she wrote in a diary about me while I am here." Dad's mouth had fallen open.
"And why young man did you think you had the right to go though Piper's belongings?" Dad asked me.
"Cuz you and Mom and Wyatt were out with the team celebrating and I was at home alone?" I said, oh no, I think I just blew his, my cover.
Dad looked slightly confused, "What do you mean? Chris, are you my and Piper's son?" Older me refused to look into Dad's eyes, yep, I blew his cover in a major way. "Well are you?"