Title: If I Can't Save You. or Me.
Pairing : ???
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..
BTW:: This is about five months after last chapter. I'm gonna have recurring flashbacks as to what happened during then, but you'll just have to wait!!
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"Thanks for helping me, Pheebs. You're a life-safer. I have to take Wyatt upstairs, but I'll be right back, okay?"
"Sure thing, Piper. I'll just go set the table. It's almost 6, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah. But I really need to get him to take a nap before Paige comes over for her birthday party." Piper looked down at her son's curious face. "Say yah, Wyatt. Aunty Paige is coming over for her birthday party, won't that be fun?"
Wyatt stared back at his mother, then his small voice venture, "Pait?"
"Yeah. But first, you need to go take a nap so that when she gets here you're all rested up. Deal?" Continuing down the hall and up the stairs, Piper's voice faded into the background. Phoebe smiled and looked around at all the food that had been made. There was Chicken Parmesan, Garlic Rosemary Mashed Potatoes, Bacon Green Beans, and Piper's special Fruit Punch, which she rarely made at all. Phoebe remembered that the deserts were in the freezer, a Peach Parfait and a Chocolate Pudding Pie. Deciding that she'd better hurry up and wrap Paige's present, Phoebe turned to the Living Room. Walking over to her bag, she pulled out the ivory leather box. Gold filigree was intricately patterned all over the top and sides of the box so that it wove right into the alien handle that was said to be designed by the Ancient Sumerians. She had gotten it for Paige when she had been traveling with Jason, but after their recent break-up, she didn't really want to wait until Paige's fortieth birthday. Smiling once more, she carefully unlatched the box to make sure everything was in there. Since Paige didn't feel comfortable using magic around Jason, Phoebe got Paige a box to keep all of her memories of home and her magickal utensils in. So far, the box contained an ajoite pendant which, when worn, would give the bearer a sense of peace and tranquility. There were other pendants, too, some beautiful, some downright ugly, but all of them had a purpose. Many sachet bags were embroidered with what they contained: fairy dust, quartz dust, salt, cedar shavings, and many other herbs. There were also simple potions that all of them kept lying around. All of this was kept in the average-sized Ancient Sumerian box. Deciding to go ahead a wrap it, she closed the box. Unknowingly until a few seconds afterward, she was jolting herself into a premonition.
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A little boy, looking like an older Wyatt, strode over to a younger boy. "Give me it back!!"
The younger boy glanced up at the older one while playing on the ground. He looked no older than four and had a dirty mop of hair settle on his head. His green eyes were curious as the older boy came closer to where he was playing on the grass. In a clear, high-pitched voice, the younger one asked the older one a question. "What is it you want, Wyatt?"
"You shouldn't be playing with my things! They're mine, not yours!" Finally, Wyatt reached the young boy and tore the box that he had been playing with from his grasp.
"Hey! It's not yours! Aunt Phoebe gave it to *me*, not you! Besides, what would you want with a box of rocks and dust?"
"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out. Now, this is mine. It's what I get for that shirt of mine you tore up."
"Unfair! I didn't tear it up, you did. And Mommy put in on me anyways."
"That's just because you were stupid enough to let that petty demon destroy your clothes. Well, boo-hoo, Chris. Grow up! The whiney 'Chris Perry' can't stay a kid for long!" He walked away, not even glancing at the hurt and confused look on the younger one's face.
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Opening her eyes, Phoebe looked down in shock at the now-closed box. Hands shaking, she placed it in the larger floral box. The next thing she knew, the present was on the table with Piper's, a bow neatly placed on top of the lid. A few seconds later, she was lying down on the couch, trying vainly to think of what to do now. Chris. He was Piper's. son? Or Paige's son? No. Paige was dead in his future. Aunt Phoebe. Piper? Trying to calm down her nerves, Phoebe called out to Piper. "Hey Piper! I'm gonna go. do stuff. I'll be right back." On her way out the door, she saw Piper looking at her in concern from the top of the stairs.
"Are you alright Phoebe? You look kinda pale."
"Yeah," she lied with a bit of hesitation. "Yeah. I just forgot something at. um I just need to go pick something up from the store. It's about Paige's present." With that, she smiled and headed out the door before going around to the back of the lawn. She went over to the tree where the little Chris in her vision had been playing. She touched the ground where he had lain, hoping to get another premonition. It surprised her when she did-she hardly had premonitions lately.
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Leo was kneeling beside a young Chris. He seemed older looking than her last vision even though she noticed that his height and hair were the same. Chris seemed to have been crying, which could have been because of the large expanse of peeled skin that was bleeding.
"Alright, Chris, focus. I know that you can heal. Remember that time when Piper had cut herself in the kitchen and you healed her? Just do what you did then. Focus on all the love that you have for this world, and heal your leg."
"Bu-but y-y-you said th-that we weren't s-supposed to h-heal ourselves!" Chris was beginning to bawl as he rocked back and forth.
"Chris, listen to me. I won't always be around to heal you. You need to grow up."
"Leo! Leo!" A scream came from the kitchen, not one of fright, but one of aggitation.
"Sorry, Chris, I gotta go. I'm not gonna heal you, though. You need to learn to take care of yourself. Ask Wyatt if you have any trouble." With that and a smile, Leo headed back in towards the house.
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Phoebe was shocked. That hadn't sounded at all like Leo. Leo was kind and understanding, not overly pushy. Why hadn't he helped Chris understand better? Why hadn't he acted like a father? Wasn't he Chris's father? Who else could've spawned him? Who else was a whiteligh-wait. Leo- an elder. Is Chris really who he says he is?
That's not the point. The point is that Chris had wanted his father to heal him, and he wouldn't. Shaking her head, she decided to settle this once and for all. "Chris! Chris!" She was shouting towards the sky, hoping to hell that he would come. A few seconds later, her luck arrived. A swirl of blue orbs came to her side with a frantic look, relaxing only when he saw no signs of danger.
"What's up, Phoebe? I thought none of you wanted to see me anymore."
"Whether I want to or not is not the problem. The problem is. Chris, I need to ask you something." At his raised eyebrows, she motioned for him to go sit on the bench. "Alright," she began, reaching over to take his hand in hopes of calming him down. Instead, she was jolted into another premonition.
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"Wyatt?" It looked like Chris from the same day. He still wore that big plaid shirt that hung down to his knees, and his hair was still in a mop. This Chris was walking over to a thirteen-year old Wyatt. He then sat down beside him on the bed where Wyatt lie. "I've got a question. Leo says that you're supposed to focus on your love for the world to heal. and I was wondering. what's love?"
The original concern on Wyatt's face melted away into annoyance. "Chris, why are you bothering me with questions? You already know the answer to that. And how many times do I have to repeat this- call Leo, 'Dad'."
"S-sorry. It's just that Le- Dad said that you're supposed to focus on love, and I don't know which emotion that is."
Heaving a heavy sigh, Wyatt rolled his eyes and explained. "Alright, first you'll need something to heal." At that statement, Chris brought his leg into clear eye view. Wyatt gasped, but controlled his face as he stared at Chris's leg. "N-now. Wh-what did you do, Pere?" Chris looked away, not answering. Then he looked back up at Wyatt with pleading eyes, trying to tell him silently that he didn't want to say. Wyatt looked at him oddly, then continued. "Alright. um. focus on- what you feel for Mom and Dad. Focus on how much you love them and what lengths you would go to to protect them. Wait-put your hands over your leg first."
Chris did as told, holding his hands over the peeled skin. He then thought of his mom, all the times she had smiled and laughed, but then the pictures turned into something else. A sensation flowed through him, one almost identical to the one that Phoebe had told them about-the one you got when you had a premonition. Piper and Phoebe were lying on the ground, dead. Their faces were blank, and as he looked down, he saw that their insides were strewn all across the floor. Leo was impaled with a poker that attached him to the wall. He was screaming as two demons stood in front of him, smiling maliciously. They were drawing intricate patterns, much like those on the Ancient Sumerian box, on Leo's skin. Then a man strode into the room, demanding where Chris was. Leo wouldn't answer him. As the man turned around, Chris saw a glimpse of his face-Wyatt.
With a gasp, Chris exited the premonition. Wyatt was looking at him it horror and awe, his words coming out in short gasps. "Ho-how did you. mom!! Mom, Dad!!!"
Piper and Leo rushed into the room, looking around to try and find the danger. Leo ran over to and crouched near Wyatt, who was slowly backing away from Chris. "What is it Wyatt? What's wrong? What happened?" Wyatt said nothing, instead pointing towards where Chris was leaning up against the headboard, still gasping while looking ghastly from the premonition. Leo looked over at Chris, an odd sort of concern coming onto his face. "Chris? Chris what happened? Why is Wyatt acting like this?"
Chris glanced up at Leo before stuttering the only words he could think of. "P-p-pr-prem. premonition. D-d-death. Wh-why? Leo? Leo-WHY?!" He screamed the last words before scrunching up into a ball, rocking back and forth with vigor, trying vainly to get the images out of his head. Piper, concerned, rushed over from where she was still poised for danger at the doorway. She knelt onto Wyatt's bed, crawling slightly over to the headboard where, if Chris were to rock faster, he would hit his head. Piper grabbed Chris's body, surrounding him with her arms.
"Chris? Shh. Come on, Chris. Talk to me. If you tell me what happened, then we can prevent it." Her soothing words were drowned out by his incoherent ramblings. Both of the parents looked to Wyatt for an explanation. His eyes were still wide as he tried to explain what happened.
"I-I was going t-to teach him to h-heal himself, a-and he p-put h-his h-ha- hands over his leg, and then-" He stopped, looking once more in fear over at Chris. "Lightening. Lightening came out of his hands, mama! And his eyes- they were pure black! Get him away from me!" With that, Wyatt ran out of the room, leaving both parents to let go of and back away from their younger son. Leo was the first to venture another word.
"Chris-tell me what happened. Why did your eyes turn black." As if on cue, Phoebe rushed into the room.
"Chris? Chris! Are you alright? Wyatt said there was trouble in the room and I-" A look from Piper and Leo stopped her ramblings. She looked confused for a second before asking what was wrong.
"Apparently," began Piper, "Chris here's eyes turned black and lightening shot out of his hands. We haven't gotten anything out of him yet, though."
Phoebe looked surprised before admonishing Piper. "You sound as though he's on trial! But-he's just scared. Really, really, mind-blowing to my empath abilities scared." Walking over to Wyatt's bed, she kneeled down next to Chris. "Chris? What happened? You look pale."
Chris stopped rocking back and forth, deciding instead to look up at his Aunt Phoebe. Glancing over to where his parents stood, he scooted closer to her. He began whispering in her ear. "I-I don't know what happened. It's like that thing you described to us- the premonition. An-and I saw it all happen. I was so scared! Wyatt says I shot out lightening, but I don't even remember doing that. All I remember is you and Piper, dead. Then Leo was being tortured, an-and-" He stopped. His voice returned to normal as he bawled out his last words. "It was awful! Never let it happen again! I don't want this power, not me! Give it to th-the killer!!" With that, he, too, orbed out of the room, leaving Phoebe alone to ponder all of this.
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Phoebe drew back in shock. In her entire lifespan, she'd never had a premonition that long. Looking around, she noticed- Chris was gone.
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A/N : Sorry if premonitions don't seem like the should. This is my fanfic story, and I shall treat it so. So hmph!! Please review, though. I'm still not sure about this. I've got plans, but not enough courage to write them.
Pairing : ???
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..
BTW:: This is about five months after last chapter. I'm gonna have recurring flashbacks as to what happened during then, but you'll just have to wait!!
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"Thanks for helping me, Pheebs. You're a life-safer. I have to take Wyatt upstairs, but I'll be right back, okay?"
"Sure thing, Piper. I'll just go set the table. It's almost 6, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah. But I really need to get him to take a nap before Paige comes over for her birthday party." Piper looked down at her son's curious face. "Say yah, Wyatt. Aunty Paige is coming over for her birthday party, won't that be fun?"
Wyatt stared back at his mother, then his small voice venture, "Pait?"
"Yeah. But first, you need to go take a nap so that when she gets here you're all rested up. Deal?" Continuing down the hall and up the stairs, Piper's voice faded into the background. Phoebe smiled and looked around at all the food that had been made. There was Chicken Parmesan, Garlic Rosemary Mashed Potatoes, Bacon Green Beans, and Piper's special Fruit Punch, which she rarely made at all. Phoebe remembered that the deserts were in the freezer, a Peach Parfait and a Chocolate Pudding Pie. Deciding that she'd better hurry up and wrap Paige's present, Phoebe turned to the Living Room. Walking over to her bag, she pulled out the ivory leather box. Gold filigree was intricately patterned all over the top and sides of the box so that it wove right into the alien handle that was said to be designed by the Ancient Sumerians. She had gotten it for Paige when she had been traveling with Jason, but after their recent break-up, she didn't really want to wait until Paige's fortieth birthday. Smiling once more, she carefully unlatched the box to make sure everything was in there. Since Paige didn't feel comfortable using magic around Jason, Phoebe got Paige a box to keep all of her memories of home and her magickal utensils in. So far, the box contained an ajoite pendant which, when worn, would give the bearer a sense of peace and tranquility. There were other pendants, too, some beautiful, some downright ugly, but all of them had a purpose. Many sachet bags were embroidered with what they contained: fairy dust, quartz dust, salt, cedar shavings, and many other herbs. There were also simple potions that all of them kept lying around. All of this was kept in the average-sized Ancient Sumerian box. Deciding to go ahead a wrap it, she closed the box. Unknowingly until a few seconds afterward, she was jolting herself into a premonition.
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A little boy, looking like an older Wyatt, strode over to a younger boy. "Give me it back!!"
The younger boy glanced up at the older one while playing on the ground. He looked no older than four and had a dirty mop of hair settle on his head. His green eyes were curious as the older boy came closer to where he was playing on the grass. In a clear, high-pitched voice, the younger one asked the older one a question. "What is it you want, Wyatt?"
"You shouldn't be playing with my things! They're mine, not yours!" Finally, Wyatt reached the young boy and tore the box that he had been playing with from his grasp.
"Hey! It's not yours! Aunt Phoebe gave it to *me*, not you! Besides, what would you want with a box of rocks and dust?"
"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out. Now, this is mine. It's what I get for that shirt of mine you tore up."
"Unfair! I didn't tear it up, you did. And Mommy put in on me anyways."
"That's just because you were stupid enough to let that petty demon destroy your clothes. Well, boo-hoo, Chris. Grow up! The whiney 'Chris Perry' can't stay a kid for long!" He walked away, not even glancing at the hurt and confused look on the younger one's face.
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Opening her eyes, Phoebe looked down in shock at the now-closed box. Hands shaking, she placed it in the larger floral box. The next thing she knew, the present was on the table with Piper's, a bow neatly placed on top of the lid. A few seconds later, she was lying down on the couch, trying vainly to think of what to do now. Chris. He was Piper's. son? Or Paige's son? No. Paige was dead in his future. Aunt Phoebe. Piper? Trying to calm down her nerves, Phoebe called out to Piper. "Hey Piper! I'm gonna go. do stuff. I'll be right back." On her way out the door, she saw Piper looking at her in concern from the top of the stairs.
"Are you alright Phoebe? You look kinda pale."
"Yeah," she lied with a bit of hesitation. "Yeah. I just forgot something at. um I just need to go pick something up from the store. It's about Paige's present." With that, she smiled and headed out the door before going around to the back of the lawn. She went over to the tree where the little Chris in her vision had been playing. She touched the ground where he had lain, hoping to get another premonition. It surprised her when she did-she hardly had premonitions lately.
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Leo was kneeling beside a young Chris. He seemed older looking than her last vision even though she noticed that his height and hair were the same. Chris seemed to have been crying, which could have been because of the large expanse of peeled skin that was bleeding.
"Alright, Chris, focus. I know that you can heal. Remember that time when Piper had cut herself in the kitchen and you healed her? Just do what you did then. Focus on all the love that you have for this world, and heal your leg."
"Bu-but y-y-you said th-that we weren't s-supposed to h-heal ourselves!" Chris was beginning to bawl as he rocked back and forth.
"Chris, listen to me. I won't always be around to heal you. You need to grow up."
"Leo! Leo!" A scream came from the kitchen, not one of fright, but one of aggitation.
"Sorry, Chris, I gotta go. I'm not gonna heal you, though. You need to learn to take care of yourself. Ask Wyatt if you have any trouble." With that and a smile, Leo headed back in towards the house.
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Phoebe was shocked. That hadn't sounded at all like Leo. Leo was kind and understanding, not overly pushy. Why hadn't he helped Chris understand better? Why hadn't he acted like a father? Wasn't he Chris's father? Who else could've spawned him? Who else was a whiteligh-wait. Leo- an elder. Is Chris really who he says he is?
That's not the point. The point is that Chris had wanted his father to heal him, and he wouldn't. Shaking her head, she decided to settle this once and for all. "Chris! Chris!" She was shouting towards the sky, hoping to hell that he would come. A few seconds later, her luck arrived. A swirl of blue orbs came to her side with a frantic look, relaxing only when he saw no signs of danger.
"What's up, Phoebe? I thought none of you wanted to see me anymore."
"Whether I want to or not is not the problem. The problem is. Chris, I need to ask you something." At his raised eyebrows, she motioned for him to go sit on the bench. "Alright," she began, reaching over to take his hand in hopes of calming him down. Instead, she was jolted into another premonition.
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"Wyatt?" It looked like Chris from the same day. He still wore that big plaid shirt that hung down to his knees, and his hair was still in a mop. This Chris was walking over to a thirteen-year old Wyatt. He then sat down beside him on the bed where Wyatt lie. "I've got a question. Leo says that you're supposed to focus on your love for the world to heal. and I was wondering. what's love?"
The original concern on Wyatt's face melted away into annoyance. "Chris, why are you bothering me with questions? You already know the answer to that. And how many times do I have to repeat this- call Leo, 'Dad'."
"S-sorry. It's just that Le- Dad said that you're supposed to focus on love, and I don't know which emotion that is."
Heaving a heavy sigh, Wyatt rolled his eyes and explained. "Alright, first you'll need something to heal." At that statement, Chris brought his leg into clear eye view. Wyatt gasped, but controlled his face as he stared at Chris's leg. "N-now. Wh-what did you do, Pere?" Chris looked away, not answering. Then he looked back up at Wyatt with pleading eyes, trying to tell him silently that he didn't want to say. Wyatt looked at him oddly, then continued. "Alright. um. focus on- what you feel for Mom and Dad. Focus on how much you love them and what lengths you would go to to protect them. Wait-put your hands over your leg first."
Chris did as told, holding his hands over the peeled skin. He then thought of his mom, all the times she had smiled and laughed, but then the pictures turned into something else. A sensation flowed through him, one almost identical to the one that Phoebe had told them about-the one you got when you had a premonition. Piper and Phoebe were lying on the ground, dead. Their faces were blank, and as he looked down, he saw that their insides were strewn all across the floor. Leo was impaled with a poker that attached him to the wall. He was screaming as two demons stood in front of him, smiling maliciously. They were drawing intricate patterns, much like those on the Ancient Sumerian box, on Leo's skin. Then a man strode into the room, demanding where Chris was. Leo wouldn't answer him. As the man turned around, Chris saw a glimpse of his face-Wyatt.
With a gasp, Chris exited the premonition. Wyatt was looking at him it horror and awe, his words coming out in short gasps. "Ho-how did you. mom!! Mom, Dad!!!"
Piper and Leo rushed into the room, looking around to try and find the danger. Leo ran over to and crouched near Wyatt, who was slowly backing away from Chris. "What is it Wyatt? What's wrong? What happened?" Wyatt said nothing, instead pointing towards where Chris was leaning up against the headboard, still gasping while looking ghastly from the premonition. Leo looked over at Chris, an odd sort of concern coming onto his face. "Chris? Chris what happened? Why is Wyatt acting like this?"
Chris glanced up at Leo before stuttering the only words he could think of. "P-p-pr-prem. premonition. D-d-death. Wh-why? Leo? Leo-WHY?!" He screamed the last words before scrunching up into a ball, rocking back and forth with vigor, trying vainly to get the images out of his head. Piper, concerned, rushed over from where she was still poised for danger at the doorway. She knelt onto Wyatt's bed, crawling slightly over to the headboard where, if Chris were to rock faster, he would hit his head. Piper grabbed Chris's body, surrounding him with her arms.
"Chris? Shh. Come on, Chris. Talk to me. If you tell me what happened, then we can prevent it." Her soothing words were drowned out by his incoherent ramblings. Both of the parents looked to Wyatt for an explanation. His eyes were still wide as he tried to explain what happened.
"I-I was going t-to teach him to h-heal himself, a-and he p-put h-his h-ha- hands over his leg, and then-" He stopped, looking once more in fear over at Chris. "Lightening. Lightening came out of his hands, mama! And his eyes- they were pure black! Get him away from me!" With that, Wyatt ran out of the room, leaving both parents to let go of and back away from their younger son. Leo was the first to venture another word.
"Chris-tell me what happened. Why did your eyes turn black." As if on cue, Phoebe rushed into the room.
"Chris? Chris! Are you alright? Wyatt said there was trouble in the room and I-" A look from Piper and Leo stopped her ramblings. She looked confused for a second before asking what was wrong.
"Apparently," began Piper, "Chris here's eyes turned black and lightening shot out of his hands. We haven't gotten anything out of him yet, though."
Phoebe looked surprised before admonishing Piper. "You sound as though he's on trial! But-he's just scared. Really, really, mind-blowing to my empath abilities scared." Walking over to Wyatt's bed, she kneeled down next to Chris. "Chris? What happened? You look pale."
Chris stopped rocking back and forth, deciding instead to look up at his Aunt Phoebe. Glancing over to where his parents stood, he scooted closer to her. He began whispering in her ear. "I-I don't know what happened. It's like that thing you described to us- the premonition. An-and I saw it all happen. I was so scared! Wyatt says I shot out lightening, but I don't even remember doing that. All I remember is you and Piper, dead. Then Leo was being tortured, an-and-" He stopped. His voice returned to normal as he bawled out his last words. "It was awful! Never let it happen again! I don't want this power, not me! Give it to th-the killer!!" With that, he, too, orbed out of the room, leaving Phoebe alone to ponder all of this.
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Phoebe drew back in shock. In her entire lifespan, she'd never had a premonition that long. Looking around, she noticed- Chris was gone.
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A/N : Sorry if premonitions don't seem like the should. This is my fanfic story, and I shall treat it so. So hmph!! Please review, though. I'm still not sure about this. I've got plans, but not enough courage to write them.