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 13
Chris froze in utter shock as Paige kissed him. It wasn't a quick kiss and Chris could feel Paige's lips on his. Eventually giving in, Chris kissed her back. It was tentative at first, but soon the kiss grew in passion and intensity. Almost as quickly as the passion consumed Chris, however, his logical mindset returned, causing him to pull away.
Chris' actions seemed to affect Paige as well, who now sat on the bed, looking at the young Whitelighter with a look of confusion.
"Oh my god," Chris muttered. "That was so not right. I'm so sorry, Paige. I don't know what came over me." Chris was now becoming increasingly upset. He was angry at himself for losing control, for putting everything at risk because of one moment of carelessness.
Paige grabbed hold of his hands to calm him down. "Chris, calm down."
"I've messed up so bad this time," he kept saying. "I can't believe this."
"Chris!" Paige called out, louder this time. Finally, she managed to get Chris' attention. "You don't have to apologize. I made the first move, remember?"
"That's besides the point," Chris replied. "You're a witch, I'm a Whitelighter. You're my charge, for god's sakes!"
"So?"
"What do you mean so?" Chris asked, bewildered at Paige's calm reaction. "It's against the rules. You and I both know that."
"I don't care about the rules, Chris. I'm sick and tired of the Elders trying to run the whole show."
"I feel like I was taking advantage of you."
"Well, you weren't, okay?"
"But."
Chris's answer was promptly cut off by Paige. "Listen, Chris. I don't say this often. But I really like you, Chris. I like you a lot."
Again, Chris was stunned into silence. "You really don't mean that, Paige," he reasoned.
"I think I would know how I feel. And I know it's against the rules and all. But I'm not one bit sorry that I feel this way about you."
Chris ran his hand through his hair as he tried to process everything that was happening. He felt confused, and he hated this feeling. He was usually the one in control, but now he felt the complete opposite. "I'm flattered, Paige. But this just won't work. I mean, I'm your Whitelighter. I'm here to ensure your safety. I can't just carry on a relationship and still do my job properly." His heart ached as he saw the look of hurt and disappointment on Paige's face. "I'm sorry, Paige." With that, he orbed out of the room and back to his apartment.
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Splashing cold water on his face, Chris looked at himself in the mirror. Luckily most of the injuries that he sustained were on his body and not his face. It would've been quite difficult to explain to his employer what he was all banged up. Checking the time and realizing that he still had some time before having to report for work, he made a quick cup of coffee for himself, all the time still thinking about the events that transpired earlier.
"I like you too, Paige," he whispered to himself. "I like you a lot, actually. I just wish that it could've worked out. I mean, who knows how long I'll be around for? I don't want to hurt you and leave you hanging."
"Shouldn't I get a say in that?" a voice called out, causing Chris to jump and spill his coffee all over the counter. Turning around, he saw Paige standing there, a look of concern on her face.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"And you shouldn't hide the truth from people who care about you."
"Look, Paige. I admit it. I have feelings for you. I like you a lot, actually. But I don't want to hurt you."
"How is liking me going to hurt me?"
"You won't understand. Just take my word for it."
"And if I told you that I didn't care?"
"Paige. You don't understand what you're getting yourself into."
"Maybe not," she conceded. "But I don't care. I'm tired of being alone," she continued as she walked towards Chris.
"But you're not alone, Paige," Chris argued. "You have your sisters and your friends. You have tons of guys who would love to be your boyfriend."
"Family and friends are not the same. And I don't want those guys to be my boyfriend. I want you, Chris Perry. The question is whether you want me to be your girlfriend or not."
"You know I do," he whispered as he looked at her with love and concern. "I've had these feelings for you since the first time I met you."
"Then that's all that matters," she answered with a smile as she leaned in kiss the young Whitelighter. This time, however, Chris was no longer hesitant and he kissed her back.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier," Chris whispered in her ear.
"That's okay," Paige answered, "you just have to buy me flowers everyday for the next year."
Chris laughed at the suggestion. "You're impossible, Paige Matthews, you know that?"
"That's what makes me so lovable, Christopher."
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"I'm so sorry for being late, Melanie," Chris explained as he rushed into Melanie's office. Luckily for Chris, he was able to orb himself to work. Otherwise, he would still be stuck in traffic.
"Oh no worries, Chris," his boss replied surprisingly cheerfully. "The crew is still setting up anyways. Did you have any questions regarding the project?"
Flashing his charming smile, Chris replied, "Nope. Everything looks pretty straight forward to me."
"Excellent," Melanie answered. "Well, I think we're ready to get started."
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Chris emerged from the office with a smile on his face. "Well, that went pretty well," he thought to himself. Glancing at his watch, he realized that he had some time to spare before he had to go back to the Halliwell manor. Taking advantage of this free time, he made his way to a large park at the outskirts of the city.
He loved this park because it reminded so much of the happy times - before his world collapsed amidst the turmoil and chaos caused by the demon rulers. His reveries were interrupted by the appearance of four horrific looking creatures. They stared menacingly at Chris as they advanced on him.
"Christopher Perry," one of them said. "This must be our lucky day."
"Your demise will certainly make our day," another demon said.
Chris laughed at the demons' comments. "And what makes you think that you four will be able to handle me?"
"Your arrogance will be your downfall, Christopher. We are more than capable of destroying a young punk like you."
Another demon spoke up with a knowing smile. "We've done our research on you, Christopher. We know what your powers are and we know how to neutralize them. You're finished!!"
Chris unleashed an energy ball towards one of the demons who quickly neutralized it with a fireball.
"You see, Whitelighter? We've got you totally figured out. Now prepare to die."
Chris eyed his enemies carefully, trying to determine their next move. "Well, looks like you four really did your homework, didn't you?"
"Too bad you found out too late," the demon sneered.
Chris laughed again. "Well, it's too bad that you didn't do your research properly. Otherwise, you would have found out that I could do this!" With that, Chris unleashed two massive black poison-tipped arrows. The arrows found their mark and two of the demons cried out in agony before exploding to pieces.
The two remaining demons stared in shock. "Impossible!" one of them yelled. "You're a Whitelighter, a source of good. How can you possibly summon the power of Hades, the source of all evil??"
"Looks can be deceiving," Chris answered in a low voice.
One of the demons laughed. "Just wait until the Charmed Ones find out this secret about their young Whitelighter."
Chris smirked. "Too bad you won't get a chance to tell anyone about this little bit of knowledge," he quipped before firing two more poison arrows at his enemies. He smiled with satisfaction as the remaining demons are destroyed, eliminating any witnesses to this incident.
~ 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 13
Chris froze in utter shock as Paige kissed him. It wasn't a quick kiss and Chris could feel Paige's lips on his. Eventually giving in, Chris kissed her back. It was tentative at first, but soon the kiss grew in passion and intensity. Almost as quickly as the passion consumed Chris, however, his logical mindset returned, causing him to pull away.
Chris' actions seemed to affect Paige as well, who now sat on the bed, looking at the young Whitelighter with a look of confusion.
"Oh my god," Chris muttered. "That was so not right. I'm so sorry, Paige. I don't know what came over me." Chris was now becoming increasingly upset. He was angry at himself for losing control, for putting everything at risk because of one moment of carelessness.
Paige grabbed hold of his hands to calm him down. "Chris, calm down."
"I've messed up so bad this time," he kept saying. "I can't believe this."
"Chris!" Paige called out, louder this time. Finally, she managed to get Chris' attention. "You don't have to apologize. I made the first move, remember?"
"That's besides the point," Chris replied. "You're a witch, I'm a Whitelighter. You're my charge, for god's sakes!"
"So?"
"What do you mean so?" Chris asked, bewildered at Paige's calm reaction. "It's against the rules. You and I both know that."
"I don't care about the rules, Chris. I'm sick and tired of the Elders trying to run the whole show."
"I feel like I was taking advantage of you."
"Well, you weren't, okay?"
"But."
Chris's answer was promptly cut off by Paige. "Listen, Chris. I don't say this often. But I really like you, Chris. I like you a lot."
Again, Chris was stunned into silence. "You really don't mean that, Paige," he reasoned.
"I think I would know how I feel. And I know it's against the rules and all. But I'm not one bit sorry that I feel this way about you."
Chris ran his hand through his hair as he tried to process everything that was happening. He felt confused, and he hated this feeling. He was usually the one in control, but now he felt the complete opposite. "I'm flattered, Paige. But this just won't work. I mean, I'm your Whitelighter. I'm here to ensure your safety. I can't just carry on a relationship and still do my job properly." His heart ached as he saw the look of hurt and disappointment on Paige's face. "I'm sorry, Paige." With that, he orbed out of the room and back to his apartment.
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Splashing cold water on his face, Chris looked at himself in the mirror. Luckily most of the injuries that he sustained were on his body and not his face. It would've been quite difficult to explain to his employer what he was all banged up. Checking the time and realizing that he still had some time before having to report for work, he made a quick cup of coffee for himself, all the time still thinking about the events that transpired earlier.
"I like you too, Paige," he whispered to himself. "I like you a lot, actually. I just wish that it could've worked out. I mean, who knows how long I'll be around for? I don't want to hurt you and leave you hanging."
"Shouldn't I get a say in that?" a voice called out, causing Chris to jump and spill his coffee all over the counter. Turning around, he saw Paige standing there, a look of concern on her face.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"And you shouldn't hide the truth from people who care about you."
"Look, Paige. I admit it. I have feelings for you. I like you a lot, actually. But I don't want to hurt you."
"How is liking me going to hurt me?"
"You won't understand. Just take my word for it."
"And if I told you that I didn't care?"
"Paige. You don't understand what you're getting yourself into."
"Maybe not," she conceded. "But I don't care. I'm tired of being alone," she continued as she walked towards Chris.
"But you're not alone, Paige," Chris argued. "You have your sisters and your friends. You have tons of guys who would love to be your boyfriend."
"Family and friends are not the same. And I don't want those guys to be my boyfriend. I want you, Chris Perry. The question is whether you want me to be your girlfriend or not."
"You know I do," he whispered as he looked at her with love and concern. "I've had these feelings for you since the first time I met you."
"Then that's all that matters," she answered with a smile as she leaned in kiss the young Whitelighter. This time, however, Chris was no longer hesitant and he kissed her back.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier," Chris whispered in her ear.
"That's okay," Paige answered, "you just have to buy me flowers everyday for the next year."
Chris laughed at the suggestion. "You're impossible, Paige Matthews, you know that?"
"That's what makes me so lovable, Christopher."
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"I'm so sorry for being late, Melanie," Chris explained as he rushed into Melanie's office. Luckily for Chris, he was able to orb himself to work. Otherwise, he would still be stuck in traffic.
"Oh no worries, Chris," his boss replied surprisingly cheerfully. "The crew is still setting up anyways. Did you have any questions regarding the project?"
Flashing his charming smile, Chris replied, "Nope. Everything looks pretty straight forward to me."
"Excellent," Melanie answered. "Well, I think we're ready to get started."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Chris emerged from the office with a smile on his face. "Well, that went pretty well," he thought to himself. Glancing at his watch, he realized that he had some time to spare before he had to go back to the Halliwell manor. Taking advantage of this free time, he made his way to a large park at the outskirts of the city.
He loved this park because it reminded so much of the happy times - before his world collapsed amidst the turmoil and chaos caused by the demon rulers. His reveries were interrupted by the appearance of four horrific looking creatures. They stared menacingly at Chris as they advanced on him.
"Christopher Perry," one of them said. "This must be our lucky day."
"Your demise will certainly make our day," another demon said.
Chris laughed at the demons' comments. "And what makes you think that you four will be able to handle me?"
"Your arrogance will be your downfall, Christopher. We are more than capable of destroying a young punk like you."
Another demon spoke up with a knowing smile. "We've done our research on you, Christopher. We know what your powers are and we know how to neutralize them. You're finished!!"
Chris unleashed an energy ball towards one of the demons who quickly neutralized it with a fireball.
"You see, Whitelighter? We've got you totally figured out. Now prepare to die."
Chris eyed his enemies carefully, trying to determine their next move. "Well, looks like you four really did your homework, didn't you?"
"Too bad you found out too late," the demon sneered.
Chris laughed again. "Well, it's too bad that you didn't do your research properly. Otherwise, you would have found out that I could do this!" With that, Chris unleashed two massive black poison-tipped arrows. The arrows found their mark and two of the demons cried out in agony before exploding to pieces.
The two remaining demons stared in shock. "Impossible!" one of them yelled. "You're a Whitelighter, a source of good. How can you possibly summon the power of Hades, the source of all evil??"
"Looks can be deceiving," Chris answered in a low voice.
One of the demons laughed. "Just wait until the Charmed Ones find out this secret about their young Whitelighter."
Chris smirked. "Too bad you won't get a chance to tell anyone about this little bit of knowledge," he quipped before firing two more poison arrows at his enemies. He smiled with satisfaction as the remaining demons are destroyed, eliminating any witnesses to this incident.
~ to be continued ~
