Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the television show Charmed.
All characters belong to Spelling Television, and The WB.
This is my first Charmed fic. I apologize if I get any of the show's details wrong. I'd love to get feedback! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far. Please continue to review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com!
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Anguished Soul - Chapter 3
A wave of pain surged through Chris' body as the knife slashed his arm. Ignoring the pain, Chris extended his legs and made contact with his attacker's face, sending Marcus to the ground. Walking over, Chris grabbed Marcus by the hair and dragged him to his knees. "Apologize to her." he demanded.
Mumbling a barely audible jumble of words, Chris released his captive by pushing him away. Immediately, Marcus scrambled to his feet and scurried away.
"Is he always this persistent?" Chris half-joked, trying to make light of the situation.
"Unfortunately, yes," Paige replied, relief written all over her face. At times like these, she really appreciates her powers. If only she could use them in the open, then Marcus would never bother her again.
"Wonderful," replied Chris with a smirk.
"Are you okay?" Paige asked with a look of concern as she saw Chris's white shirt quickly become soaked with blood from the knife wound. "I'm so sorry!"
"Don't worry about it," Chris assured with a smile. "I promise I won't hold this one against you."
The two resumed their trek home in silence, although this time, there was also a sense of discomfort. Neither Chris nor Paige really wanted to discuss the kiss, but at the same time, they couldn't really get it off their mind.
Finally breaking the silence, Paige began to recite her semi-prepared speech. "Chris, about the, you know, the." she faltered.
A mischievous grin appeared on the Whitelighter's face. "Hm? The what?" he asked, trying to look innocent.
"You know, back there."
"What do you mean?"
Paige felt herself blushing and growing frustrated, knowing that Chris was doing this on purpose. "The kiss!! Happy? I said it!"
The grin grew bigger on Chris' face. "Oh! That! What about it?" he laughed. "You're a good kisser, you know." Seeing Paige squirm and blush on encouraged Chris to continue. "Are you blushing?"
Refusing to make a fool of herself in front of this smart ass Whitelighter, Paige rolled her eyes and marched home, determined to ignore Chris for the rest of the way.
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"How are you doing, Wyatt?" Chris whispered as he smiled at the infant. "He looks so innocent and adorable," he thought. "You're such a lucky boy, you know that, Wyatt? You have a mother who loves you so much.and two amazing aunts.I wish I had that too." Chris shook his head to clear his mind before his rambling thoughts got the better of him. The timing was perfect as Piper stormed into the room.
"What do you think you're doing with Wyatt?" she demanded in a less-than- friendly tone.
Immediately, Chris backed away, his eyes wide with surprise. "Hey, chill out, Piper. I was just doing as I was told."
"You just stay far away from Wyatt, is that clear?"
"You really need to relax, Piper. You're going to get yourself a nervous breakdown real soon if you don't stop acting like this."
"Well, I would stop acting like this if we had a half-decent Whitelighter to watch our backs."
"Ouch, that hurt," Chris replied.
Piper felt a small feeling of guilt but refused to acknowledge it. She had thought about why she felt so negatively towards Chris, but she never came up with a plausible reason. One thing she did know, however, was that her gut feelings about these things were usually right, which only convinced her that Chris was not to be trusted.
"Oh my god!! What happened to you?" Phoebe exclaimed as she walked into the room to see Chris' blood-soaked shirt.
"Piper had an anxiety attack of sorts," the young Whitelighter answered with a straight face.
A look of horror could be seen on Phoebe's face as she took in Chris' words. The Whitelighter could hardly keep himself from laughing out loud. Finally, he could no longer stand it and succumbed to laughter. "Phoebe, you really need to relax. I was just joking!"
"Ha ha. You have a very strange sense of humour, Chris," Phoebe answered, annoyed at falling for his joke, yet amused at the same time. "So what really happened?"
"Minor accident," Chris answered without giving any more details. "Really," he added, just to emphasize that this wasn't another joke.
"That's pretty bloody for a minor accident," Phoebe asked, her eyebrows raised with skepticism.
"Didn't I tell you that I was a bammer?"
"Excuse me? A what?"
"A bammer. You know.easily prone to accidents??"
"You mean a klutz."
"A what?"
"You really need to get up to speed on up-to-date vocabulary," Phoebe suggested just as Paige entered the room with a first aid kit.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Paige said as she sat down on the couch and opened the kit.
"I think I can manage by myself," Chris offered.
"Are you going to give me a hard time every time?" Paige asked with mock annoyance.
"Okay, okay," the Whitelighter conceded as he sat down and let Paige go to work on his wound. "You three really need to chill out, you know that? You're always so serious!"
"Well, maturity and responsibility are not easily understood by schoolboys like you," Piper replied.
"I think I'll keep my mouth shut now," Chris responded with a mischievous grin as Paige finished dressing the wound.
"There, all done," Paige announced proudly as she admired her handiwork.
"Thanks. I guess I better get going now."
"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Paige asked, not noticing the alarmed expression on Piper's face.
"Better not. I don't want Piper to have another fit," Chris answered. "She's pretty scary when she's angry," he whispered in Paige's ear, causing her to burst out laughing. "Anyway, you know where to find me if you need me." With that, Chris disappeared.
"And just what was so funny, Paige?" Piper asked as her curiosity overwhelmed her.
"Oh nothing much," Paige replied coyly. "Although I think Chris is scared of you."
"Well, he should be. One wrong move and I'll kick his ass."
"Oh come on," Phoebe joined in, "aren't you being overly hard on him? He's a nice guy!"
Piper rolled her eyes at that comment. "Phoebe, you think all college-age men are nice guys."
"I do not!" Phoebe protested. "Although it would appear that Paige here is expressing some interest."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh nothing," Phoebe answered with a smile. "Aside from the fact that you spent so much time and effort carefully bandaging Chris."
"I was just making sure that his wounds were properly treated."
"I see," Phoebe continued, obviously not believing Paige.
"What? He save." Paige stopped before any more details were spilled.
The smile on Phoebe's face grew as she took a seat besides Paige. "Spill."
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Chris' mind was spinning as he tried to gather his thoughts. "This was a totally weird day," he thought. The fight with Marcus was strange, but the kiss was Paige really threw him off. "What was that?" he asked. He never saw it coming and he had no idea where it came from. He shook his head and opened the door to his apartment. "Get a grip, Chris. You can't let anything or anyone sidetrack your plan. Stay focused," he told himself.
He entered the dark apartment and closed the door behind him. He took several steps into his new home before he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth went dry and his knees went weak. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked, his voice faltering and trembling.
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Charmed fic. I apologize if I get any of the show's details wrong. I'd love to get feedback! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far. Please continue to review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com!
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Anguished Soul - Chapter 3
A wave of pain surged through Chris' body as the knife slashed his arm. Ignoring the pain, Chris extended his legs and made contact with his attacker's face, sending Marcus to the ground. Walking over, Chris grabbed Marcus by the hair and dragged him to his knees. "Apologize to her." he demanded.
Mumbling a barely audible jumble of words, Chris released his captive by pushing him away. Immediately, Marcus scrambled to his feet and scurried away.
"Is he always this persistent?" Chris half-joked, trying to make light of the situation.
"Unfortunately, yes," Paige replied, relief written all over her face. At times like these, she really appreciates her powers. If only she could use them in the open, then Marcus would never bother her again.
"Wonderful," replied Chris with a smirk.
"Are you okay?" Paige asked with a look of concern as she saw Chris's white shirt quickly become soaked with blood from the knife wound. "I'm so sorry!"
"Don't worry about it," Chris assured with a smile. "I promise I won't hold this one against you."
The two resumed their trek home in silence, although this time, there was also a sense of discomfort. Neither Chris nor Paige really wanted to discuss the kiss, but at the same time, they couldn't really get it off their mind.
Finally breaking the silence, Paige began to recite her semi-prepared speech. "Chris, about the, you know, the." she faltered.
A mischievous grin appeared on the Whitelighter's face. "Hm? The what?" he asked, trying to look innocent.
"You know, back there."
"What do you mean?"
Paige felt herself blushing and growing frustrated, knowing that Chris was doing this on purpose. "The kiss!! Happy? I said it!"
The grin grew bigger on Chris' face. "Oh! That! What about it?" he laughed. "You're a good kisser, you know." Seeing Paige squirm and blush on encouraged Chris to continue. "Are you blushing?"
Refusing to make a fool of herself in front of this smart ass Whitelighter, Paige rolled her eyes and marched home, determined to ignore Chris for the rest of the way.
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"How are you doing, Wyatt?" Chris whispered as he smiled at the infant. "He looks so innocent and adorable," he thought. "You're such a lucky boy, you know that, Wyatt? You have a mother who loves you so much.and two amazing aunts.I wish I had that too." Chris shook his head to clear his mind before his rambling thoughts got the better of him. The timing was perfect as Piper stormed into the room.
"What do you think you're doing with Wyatt?" she demanded in a less-than- friendly tone.
Immediately, Chris backed away, his eyes wide with surprise. "Hey, chill out, Piper. I was just doing as I was told."
"You just stay far away from Wyatt, is that clear?"
"You really need to relax, Piper. You're going to get yourself a nervous breakdown real soon if you don't stop acting like this."
"Well, I would stop acting like this if we had a half-decent Whitelighter to watch our backs."
"Ouch, that hurt," Chris replied.
Piper felt a small feeling of guilt but refused to acknowledge it. She had thought about why she felt so negatively towards Chris, but she never came up with a plausible reason. One thing she did know, however, was that her gut feelings about these things were usually right, which only convinced her that Chris was not to be trusted.
"Oh my god!! What happened to you?" Phoebe exclaimed as she walked into the room to see Chris' blood-soaked shirt.
"Piper had an anxiety attack of sorts," the young Whitelighter answered with a straight face.
A look of horror could be seen on Phoebe's face as she took in Chris' words. The Whitelighter could hardly keep himself from laughing out loud. Finally, he could no longer stand it and succumbed to laughter. "Phoebe, you really need to relax. I was just joking!"
"Ha ha. You have a very strange sense of humour, Chris," Phoebe answered, annoyed at falling for his joke, yet amused at the same time. "So what really happened?"
"Minor accident," Chris answered without giving any more details. "Really," he added, just to emphasize that this wasn't another joke.
"That's pretty bloody for a minor accident," Phoebe asked, her eyebrows raised with skepticism.
"Didn't I tell you that I was a bammer?"
"Excuse me? A what?"
"A bammer. You know.easily prone to accidents??"
"You mean a klutz."
"A what?"
"You really need to get up to speed on up-to-date vocabulary," Phoebe suggested just as Paige entered the room with a first aid kit.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Paige said as she sat down on the couch and opened the kit.
"I think I can manage by myself," Chris offered.
"Are you going to give me a hard time every time?" Paige asked with mock annoyance.
"Okay, okay," the Whitelighter conceded as he sat down and let Paige go to work on his wound. "You three really need to chill out, you know that? You're always so serious!"
"Well, maturity and responsibility are not easily understood by schoolboys like you," Piper replied.
"I think I'll keep my mouth shut now," Chris responded with a mischievous grin as Paige finished dressing the wound.
"There, all done," Paige announced proudly as she admired her handiwork.
"Thanks. I guess I better get going now."
"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Paige asked, not noticing the alarmed expression on Piper's face.
"Better not. I don't want Piper to have another fit," Chris answered. "She's pretty scary when she's angry," he whispered in Paige's ear, causing her to burst out laughing. "Anyway, you know where to find me if you need me." With that, Chris disappeared.
"And just what was so funny, Paige?" Piper asked as her curiosity overwhelmed her.
"Oh nothing much," Paige replied coyly. "Although I think Chris is scared of you."
"Well, he should be. One wrong move and I'll kick his ass."
"Oh come on," Phoebe joined in, "aren't you being overly hard on him? He's a nice guy!"
Piper rolled her eyes at that comment. "Phoebe, you think all college-age men are nice guys."
"I do not!" Phoebe protested. "Although it would appear that Paige here is expressing some interest."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh nothing," Phoebe answered with a smile. "Aside from the fact that you spent so much time and effort carefully bandaging Chris."
"I was just making sure that his wounds were properly treated."
"I see," Phoebe continued, obviously not believing Paige.
"What? He save." Paige stopped before any more details were spilled.
The smile on Phoebe's face grew as she took a seat besides Paige. "Spill."
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Chris' mind was spinning as he tried to gather his thoughts. "This was a totally weird day," he thought. The fight with Marcus was strange, but the kiss was Paige really threw him off. "What was that?" he asked. He never saw it coming and he had no idea where it came from. He shook his head and opened the door to his apartment. "Get a grip, Chris. You can't let anything or anyone sidetrack your plan. Stay focused," he told himself.
He entered the dark apartment and closed the door behind him. He took several steps into his new home before he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth went dry and his knees went weak. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked, his voice faltering and trembling.
~ to be continued ~
