Title: If I Can't Save You. or Me.
Pairing : --- Should I even try?
Disclaimer : I don't own Charmed, nor will I ever be able to. This story was written for my own and others' pleasure only. If for some reason you are still confused and not understanding of the title of "fanfiction.net" then I will explain it simply. I am writing a lie. I am making a charade so that the little voices in my head will cease their incessant chatter and focus on something pertaining to the reality of a television show. Simple enough? Too bad.
Cross-over: Possibly..
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I don't know why I took her advice. She told me that writing down my thoughts would help ease my mind, but isn't it dangerous to own a diary? What if someone read it and found out all of your secrets that you try so desperately to keep secret? What if someone from the future reads the diary and decides to come back and change what you already came back to change, thus negating everything that you did in the first place. or second place. this is getting really confusing.
She sits there now, lying in the couch near the fireplace. Funny how she was the one to remember to bring money back to the past. thank the gods they haven't switched currency in the past twenty years. They are lacking in medicine, though. Their "Aspirin" don't even work for over three to four hours when the pain has already faded away. Oh well. I think she was reading a book earlier on. She loves to read. Says that her friend was a bookworm, and that that rubbed off on her. I wonder if she isn't just trying to figure out the unknown by staring at those pages that seem so blank and dull. There's only one book she owns that is of any interest to me. I don't know whether it's the pictures of naked women, the instructions for how to do wandless magic without rhyming, or the spells that it contains, but I do know that I am interested. I think that I've read that book three or four times now.
Once again, she was right. My headache's gone now, along with all the other worries that I had on my mind. I'm going to sleep, hopefully gaining more than thirty minutes of true rest.
-- Chris Perry Halliwell, 22.
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The morning sun awakened his eyes as, for the first time in his life, the sun shone brightly through the window. Realizing that she must have opened the windows to look at the bustling city, Chris rubbed his bleary eyes and stumbled out of his makeshift bed. Looking around, he noticed that she had already left to go to her job.
'It's amazing how that girl can get a job at her age. I thought they checked for an ID.'
She had gotten a job at some fake magic shop where they sold magic tricks. However, located at the back of the store for those who knew of it was a whole other shop containing herbs, amulets, talismans, and other various things for witchcraft. The girl had applied for a job and had been immediately turned down due to her age. Then the girl had amazed customers by helping them with what they were looking for even though she wasn't an employee. She had been hired on the spot.
And now she was at her job, and he was stuck here in the lousy excuse for an apartment, trying vainly to remember what he did with his days. 'Oh yes,' he thought with sarcasm, 'I go behind peoples backs to try and do what's best for them all except for the fact that no one believes or trusts me. Just the perfect use for my time.' Chris rolled his head to one side and then the other, easing his muscles back and forth. Walking towards the shower, her turned on the cold faucet, not even bothering with the warm water. He stripped the pants and boxers off and stepped into the shower. Unlike most others, he hated warm showers. He hated warm beds, but he loved to have a warm partner snuggling beside him. It was just part of his nature... the only problem was. he wasn't loved. At least not since Bianca. No since she had. died, for lack of a better word.
Stepping out of the cool shower, he dried himself off, all the while looking at the clock that was left in the bathroom. 7:20 A.M. He guessed they might've been up already. Struggling into his jeans, Chris hopped over to the window, quietly drawing the curtains in fear of prying eyes. It was a habit he couldn't break. Looking over his shoulder, jumping at the smallest sounds, and all the while trying to mask his face into an appearance of nonchalance. However, he couldn't be any more concerned. It was like an automatic trigger. If someone was in trouble or scared, he wanted to go help them and calm them down. He wanted to aid in any way possible, but he never really did. He tried to save the Charmed Ones so that they could ensure Wyatt's happy and secured future, but it ended up with nothing happening and him being forced into the future by Bianca who stripped his powers. He tried to help the sister's by getting a demon to make them realize that their personal interests and wishes were of no consequence, but that ended up in him being hit with a darklighter arrow when he later on tried to save them. Of course, that one ended up with Leo begrudgingly not escorting him up to the meeting with the elders, but still. He tried so hard to change the future, but sometimes he wondered if he wasn't only making it worse. The way it was going, he didn't even know if Wyatt would have a brother or not. Then again. his brother had the potential to be so much powerful than Wyatt. If Piper bore the child, then no longer would the rule of first is the most powerful apply. In fact, Chris was beginning to wonder if he really wanted for the boy to be born. 'Of course you do,' he chastised himself. 'If he isn't born, then Wyatt will have no anchor. The parents will be there.but he needs a brother.'
He walked over to the discarded pile of clothes and looked over what was clean. After a while of finding nothing, he went over to the other pile of clothes. He picked up a white tank top and put it on, thankful for once that girl clothes from the future didn't look too weird on men. Okay. so the shirt was tight, but that was to be expected. He quickly found a long sleeve button-up to slide over his arms before he orbed to the manor, hoping that he had convinced Piper enough to talk her sisters into coming home.
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"I know Phoebe, but Chris sounded like it was crucial that you be here for Halloween and stay for, like, about a year." Piper had pinned the phone between her ear and her shoulder. Half of her mind was on talking Phoebe into coming home, the other was focused on stirring the cookie dough inside of the bowl that was in her arms. She was also pacing the kitchen and keeping an eye on Wyatt as he giggled and cooed at Bob the Builder on the TV screen. Ever since the dragon incident, she had had to keep an eye on the channels that he watched. "Yes, Phoebe, I've already called Paige, and she agreed to stay as long as she was allowed to sleep over with Richard on the weekends. And no! You can't sleep over in China or wherever over the weekends. that's just too far off. Pheebs he REALLY sounded anxious. I know. I know that he hardly expresses emotion, but. it's like this feeling I ha-. no Phoebe, I'm not an empath. I know, but- .. Pheebs. Just tell him you have to come home. Either that or tell him about us being witches and that our whitelighter is insisting that you stay here for the health and happiness of all mankind. I was being sarcastic Phoebe. Wyatt, sshhh, mommy's on the phone talking to Aunt Phoebe. Okay?. Yes Phoebe, I know." Piper turned around so that she could pace the other way when she noticed Chris leaning against the wall. "Hold on, Pheebs." She put the bowl down and got the phone out from under her ear and passed it to Chris. "You convince her. I already convinced Paige. And man? You're gonna have some explaining to do."
"I know." Chris took the phone and heard Phoebe's voice on the other end. "Hey, Phoebe, this is- . Look. I can't tell you why, you know that. No I'm not withholding information that you need to know. Look, just-. Phoebe. You need to come home, now. Don't make up an argument. I warned you before you left that I would call you back, and now I'm doing that. I'm gonna pick you up in three hours. Have a nice day." Chris turned off the phone and rolled his eyes. Piper noticed and smiled.
"She's gonna kill ya for doing that."
"No she won't."
"Chris?"
"Before you ask, no I won't tell you why."
"Trust works both ways, Chris. Trust us."
"I do. I just can't. with this. It's. I just can't." His sorrowful eyes brooked no argument as he looked at the bowl of mush and ingredients on the bar. "What're you making?"
"Chocolate chip cookies," she said, lightly adding the chocolate. Upon hearing the sound, Wyatt looked over at Piper and smiled, clapping his hands. Seconds later, orbs appeared on the bar, grabbing for some of the mixing. "Oh no you don't, mister. I'll give you one right when they come out of the oven, but I don't want you to get sick yet. Come on, up you go." She picked him up and took him over to his playpen. "Now you stay there while I go argue with Chris, okay?" She laughed. "Chris? I was wondering if you- Hmph. Where'd he go, Wyatt?" Shaking her head, she walked over to the bowl of cookie mix and added some more chocolate chips. "Where'd he go? Where did all of them go?"
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The potion was done. All he needed now was to somehow get the elder to consume it, but how? Once the elder had even a taste of this mixture, he would be willing to do it. To give the witch back her powers. He would do it. He had to.
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Pairing : --- Should I even try?
Disclaimer : I don't own Charmed, nor will I ever be able to. This story was written for my own and others' pleasure only. If for some reason you are still confused and not understanding of the title of "fanfiction.net" then I will explain it simply. I am writing a lie. I am making a charade so that the little voices in my head will cease their incessant chatter and focus on something pertaining to the reality of a television show. Simple enough? Too bad.
Cross-over: Possibly..
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Contacting Them All
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I don't know why I took her advice. She told me that writing down my thoughts would help ease my mind, but isn't it dangerous to own a diary? What if someone read it and found out all of your secrets that you try so desperately to keep secret? What if someone from the future reads the diary and decides to come back and change what you already came back to change, thus negating everything that you did in the first place. or second place. this is getting really confusing.
She sits there now, lying in the couch near the fireplace. Funny how she was the one to remember to bring money back to the past. thank the gods they haven't switched currency in the past twenty years. They are lacking in medicine, though. Their "Aspirin" don't even work for over three to four hours when the pain has already faded away. Oh well. I think she was reading a book earlier on. She loves to read. Says that her friend was a bookworm, and that that rubbed off on her. I wonder if she isn't just trying to figure out the unknown by staring at those pages that seem so blank and dull. There's only one book she owns that is of any interest to me. I don't know whether it's the pictures of naked women, the instructions for how to do wandless magic without rhyming, or the spells that it contains, but I do know that I am interested. I think that I've read that book three or four times now.
Once again, she was right. My headache's gone now, along with all the other worries that I had on my mind. I'm going to sleep, hopefully gaining more than thirty minutes of true rest.
-- Chris Perry Halliwell, 22.
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The morning sun awakened his eyes as, for the first time in his life, the sun shone brightly through the window. Realizing that she must have opened the windows to look at the bustling city, Chris rubbed his bleary eyes and stumbled out of his makeshift bed. Looking around, he noticed that she had already left to go to her job.
'It's amazing how that girl can get a job at her age. I thought they checked for an ID.'
She had gotten a job at some fake magic shop where they sold magic tricks. However, located at the back of the store for those who knew of it was a whole other shop containing herbs, amulets, talismans, and other various things for witchcraft. The girl had applied for a job and had been immediately turned down due to her age. Then the girl had amazed customers by helping them with what they were looking for even though she wasn't an employee. She had been hired on the spot.
And now she was at her job, and he was stuck here in the lousy excuse for an apartment, trying vainly to remember what he did with his days. 'Oh yes,' he thought with sarcasm, 'I go behind peoples backs to try and do what's best for them all except for the fact that no one believes or trusts me. Just the perfect use for my time.' Chris rolled his head to one side and then the other, easing his muscles back and forth. Walking towards the shower, her turned on the cold faucet, not even bothering with the warm water. He stripped the pants and boxers off and stepped into the shower. Unlike most others, he hated warm showers. He hated warm beds, but he loved to have a warm partner snuggling beside him. It was just part of his nature... the only problem was. he wasn't loved. At least not since Bianca. No since she had. died, for lack of a better word.
Stepping out of the cool shower, he dried himself off, all the while looking at the clock that was left in the bathroom. 7:20 A.M. He guessed they might've been up already. Struggling into his jeans, Chris hopped over to the window, quietly drawing the curtains in fear of prying eyes. It was a habit he couldn't break. Looking over his shoulder, jumping at the smallest sounds, and all the while trying to mask his face into an appearance of nonchalance. However, he couldn't be any more concerned. It was like an automatic trigger. If someone was in trouble or scared, he wanted to go help them and calm them down. He wanted to aid in any way possible, but he never really did. He tried to save the Charmed Ones so that they could ensure Wyatt's happy and secured future, but it ended up with nothing happening and him being forced into the future by Bianca who stripped his powers. He tried to help the sister's by getting a demon to make them realize that their personal interests and wishes were of no consequence, but that ended up in him being hit with a darklighter arrow when he later on tried to save them. Of course, that one ended up with Leo begrudgingly not escorting him up to the meeting with the elders, but still. He tried so hard to change the future, but sometimes he wondered if he wasn't only making it worse. The way it was going, he didn't even know if Wyatt would have a brother or not. Then again. his brother had the potential to be so much powerful than Wyatt. If Piper bore the child, then no longer would the rule of first is the most powerful apply. In fact, Chris was beginning to wonder if he really wanted for the boy to be born. 'Of course you do,' he chastised himself. 'If he isn't born, then Wyatt will have no anchor. The parents will be there.but he needs a brother.'
He walked over to the discarded pile of clothes and looked over what was clean. After a while of finding nothing, he went over to the other pile of clothes. He picked up a white tank top and put it on, thankful for once that girl clothes from the future didn't look too weird on men. Okay. so the shirt was tight, but that was to be expected. He quickly found a long sleeve button-up to slide over his arms before he orbed to the manor, hoping that he had convinced Piper enough to talk her sisters into coming home.
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"I know Phoebe, but Chris sounded like it was crucial that you be here for Halloween and stay for, like, about a year." Piper had pinned the phone between her ear and her shoulder. Half of her mind was on talking Phoebe into coming home, the other was focused on stirring the cookie dough inside of the bowl that was in her arms. She was also pacing the kitchen and keeping an eye on Wyatt as he giggled and cooed at Bob the Builder on the TV screen. Ever since the dragon incident, she had had to keep an eye on the channels that he watched. "Yes, Phoebe, I've already called Paige, and she agreed to stay as long as she was allowed to sleep over with Richard on the weekends. And no! You can't sleep over in China or wherever over the weekends. that's just too far off. Pheebs he REALLY sounded anxious. I know. I know that he hardly expresses emotion, but. it's like this feeling I ha-. no Phoebe, I'm not an empath. I know, but- .. Pheebs. Just tell him you have to come home. Either that or tell him about us being witches and that our whitelighter is insisting that you stay here for the health and happiness of all mankind. I was being sarcastic Phoebe. Wyatt, sshhh, mommy's on the phone talking to Aunt Phoebe. Okay?. Yes Phoebe, I know." Piper turned around so that she could pace the other way when she noticed Chris leaning against the wall. "Hold on, Pheebs." She put the bowl down and got the phone out from under her ear and passed it to Chris. "You convince her. I already convinced Paige. And man? You're gonna have some explaining to do."
"I know." Chris took the phone and heard Phoebe's voice on the other end. "Hey, Phoebe, this is- . Look. I can't tell you why, you know that. No I'm not withholding information that you need to know. Look, just-. Phoebe. You need to come home, now. Don't make up an argument. I warned you before you left that I would call you back, and now I'm doing that. I'm gonna pick you up in three hours. Have a nice day." Chris turned off the phone and rolled his eyes. Piper noticed and smiled.
"She's gonna kill ya for doing that."
"No she won't."
"Chris?"
"Before you ask, no I won't tell you why."
"Trust works both ways, Chris. Trust us."
"I do. I just can't. with this. It's. I just can't." His sorrowful eyes brooked no argument as he looked at the bowl of mush and ingredients on the bar. "What're you making?"
"Chocolate chip cookies," she said, lightly adding the chocolate. Upon hearing the sound, Wyatt looked over at Piper and smiled, clapping his hands. Seconds later, orbs appeared on the bar, grabbing for some of the mixing. "Oh no you don't, mister. I'll give you one right when they come out of the oven, but I don't want you to get sick yet. Come on, up you go." She picked him up and took him over to his playpen. "Now you stay there while I go argue with Chris, okay?" She laughed. "Chris? I was wondering if you- Hmph. Where'd he go, Wyatt?" Shaking her head, she walked over to the bowl of cookie mix and added some more chocolate chips. "Where'd he go? Where did all of them go?"
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The potion was done. All he needed now was to somehow get the elder to consume it, but how? Once the elder had even a taste of this mixture, he would be willing to do it. To give the witch back her powers. He would do it. He had to.
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