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 14
Chris orbed into the Halliwell manor to find it quiet and empty. Phoebe was still at work and Paige was out doing errands. Deciding to check on the Charmed Ones later, Chris was about to leave when he heard Wyatt crying. The young Whitelighter went into Wyatt's room and took the baby in his arms, gently rocking him. Amazingly, Wyatt stopped crying and began to giggle, causing a big smile to form on Chris' face.
"Looks like he really likes you."
Chris looked up to see Piper standing in the doorway.
"Uh, I heard him crying, so I just thought." he stammered, not quite knowing what to say.
"I wasn't asking for an explanation," Piper answered, leaving Chris with a puzzled look. He gently put Wyatt back in his bed, looking very uncomfortable in Piper's presence.
"Let's go downstairs," Piper suggested. "We need to talk."
Chris silently followed Piper down to the kitchen. Chris sat down at the kitchen table as Piper began to prepare dinner.
"I know about what you did," Piper began, causing Chris to look up in alarm. His face blanched as he waited for Piper to continue. "Are you feeling alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," she remarked.
"Uh, I'm fine," Chris answered quickly.
Not looking entirely convinced, Piper continued. "I think it was very noble of you to put yourself in harm's way last night on my account."
Chris breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Piper's comment. "Just doing my job," he answered softly.
"I was way out of line. I don't know what happened to me, but that's not really an excuse."
"That's okay. You were angry, that's all."
Piper smiled and stared at Chris with an amused expression. "You make it sound like getting beaten up by a crazed woman is an everyday occurrence for you."
Chris laughed at that comment. "No, I must say that it was a first-time experience for me. But I understand why it happened."
"Well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," Piper continued. "And thank you for doing what you did."
"No problem. I'm sorry for some of the things that I said," Chris replied. "I didn't mean them, but I really needed to get a reaction out of you."
Piper smiled and nodded. "I'm also sorry for the way I've been treating you. I haven't been very fair to you."
"That's alright. I know that you didn't ask for me to be here."
"Oh Chris. I don't mean it that way," Piper replied with a pained expression. "It's just been very hard for me, and it's difficult for me to explain."
"You don't have to explain. I understand," the young Whitelighter answered. "And I know that you still don't trust me 100%. But don't worry about it. I'll earn your trust."
"You know, you sound quite mature for a twenty year-old."
Chris smiled sadly. "In my world, you were forced to grow up pretty quickly if you wanted to survive. But do me one favour?"
"What is it?"
"Try not to bite my head off next time you see me?" he asked with a smirk.
"I'll try," Piper answered with a smile. "But no guarantees."
"I'm home!" a voice called out in the hallway.
"In the kitchen!" Piper answered as she continued making her soup.
"Hmmm!" Phoebe exclaimed as she waltzed into the kitchen. "That smells awfully good!"
"It's a new recipe that I managed to pick up the other day," Piper answered with a smile.
Phoebe smiled at the answer. "Looks like someone is in a better mood today," she remarked as she got herself a cup of tea. "Oh, Chris! I almost didn't see you there."
"Thanks, Phoebe. You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself," Chris answered good-naturedly.
"Where's Paige?"
"I don't know," Piper replied. "She said she had some errands to run this morning."
"How many errands did she have? It's almost six already!" Phoebe complained.
The door slammed shut as Paige trudged into the kitchen, looking awfully annoyed.
"Well, hello, dear," Piper greeted her sister. "You look, uh, frazzled."
"The nerve of that man!" Paige fumed.
"What happened?" Chris asked, trying not to laugh at Paige's facial expression.
"It's not funny, Christopher," she chastised. "I was carrying all of these bags, running after the bus. Just as I get to the door, the driver pulls out of the bus stop. And he saw me coming!"
Chris was now laughing hard, earning him a playful swat to his head. "Hey, violence is not the answer to your problems." The comment resulted in another playful punch to his arm. "Okay, Paige. Beating up your Whitelighter is definitely not cool."
"Having fun at the expense of your charge's misfortunes is also not cool, Christopher Perry."
"Okay, okay. I'll stop laughing," he conceded. "But you have to admit, the sight of Paige Halliwell running through the streets of San Francisco chasing after a bus is quite hilarious."
At this time, Piper stepped in to keep the peace. "Okay, before you two start killing each other, let's eat."
Dinner was a light-hearted affair and for once, there was little tension to be felt. Paige and Phoebe smiled at each other as Chris and Piper conversed in a civilized, even friendly, manner. After dinner, Chris insisted on doing the dishes. Even more surprising for Piper was Paige's insistence on doing the dishes with Chris. Phoebe, on the other hand, just wore a knowing smile.
"So how was work today?" Paige asked as she carefully dried off the dishes.
"It was good, actually," Chris replied. "Much better than I expected."
"So what exactly do you do anyway?"
"Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that."
"Gee thanks," Paige smirked, "what a helpful answer."
"I'm the cryptic one, remember?" the young Whitelighter suggested before Paige began to splash water at him. "Hey, you're ruining my hair!"
"Oh please. Can you be any more vain?"
"Me? Vain?" Chris asked in surprise. "I'm so hurt!"
Paige simply laughed at Chris' dramatic response. "Seriously, do you think we should tell Piper and Phoebe?"
"I don't know," Chris answered quietly. "I'm not quite sure how they'd react."
"True. I think Phoebe would be okay with it. Piper, I don't know."
"Yeah. I mean, I think she's now starting to accept me a bit. Telling her that I'm dating her sister might not really go down too well with her."
"I guess we'll just have to keep a low profile for now."
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Chris orbed into his apartment, tired but content. Things were finally starting to come together. Even Piper was starting to trust him. He was about to turn on the television when he noticed an envelope lying on the table. Curious, he opened it and took out the sheet of paper inside.
He clenched his fists as he read the simple words that were written on the paper: "Whitelighters and dark magic don't mix. I know."
~ 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 14
Chris orbed into the Halliwell manor to find it quiet and empty. Phoebe was still at work and Paige was out doing errands. Deciding to check on the Charmed Ones later, Chris was about to leave when he heard Wyatt crying. The young Whitelighter went into Wyatt's room and took the baby in his arms, gently rocking him. Amazingly, Wyatt stopped crying and began to giggle, causing a big smile to form on Chris' face.
"Looks like he really likes you."
Chris looked up to see Piper standing in the doorway.
"Uh, I heard him crying, so I just thought." he stammered, not quite knowing what to say.
"I wasn't asking for an explanation," Piper answered, leaving Chris with a puzzled look. He gently put Wyatt back in his bed, looking very uncomfortable in Piper's presence.
"Let's go downstairs," Piper suggested. "We need to talk."
Chris silently followed Piper down to the kitchen. Chris sat down at the kitchen table as Piper began to prepare dinner.
"I know about what you did," Piper began, causing Chris to look up in alarm. His face blanched as he waited for Piper to continue. "Are you feeling alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," she remarked.
"Uh, I'm fine," Chris answered quickly.
Not looking entirely convinced, Piper continued. "I think it was very noble of you to put yourself in harm's way last night on my account."
Chris breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Piper's comment. "Just doing my job," he answered softly.
"I was way out of line. I don't know what happened to me, but that's not really an excuse."
"That's okay. You were angry, that's all."
Piper smiled and stared at Chris with an amused expression. "You make it sound like getting beaten up by a crazed woman is an everyday occurrence for you."
Chris laughed at that comment. "No, I must say that it was a first-time experience for me. But I understand why it happened."
"Well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," Piper continued. "And thank you for doing what you did."
"No problem. I'm sorry for some of the things that I said," Chris replied. "I didn't mean them, but I really needed to get a reaction out of you."
Piper smiled and nodded. "I'm also sorry for the way I've been treating you. I haven't been very fair to you."
"That's alright. I know that you didn't ask for me to be here."
"Oh Chris. I don't mean it that way," Piper replied with a pained expression. "It's just been very hard for me, and it's difficult for me to explain."
"You don't have to explain. I understand," the young Whitelighter answered. "And I know that you still don't trust me 100%. But don't worry about it. I'll earn your trust."
"You know, you sound quite mature for a twenty year-old."
Chris smiled sadly. "In my world, you were forced to grow up pretty quickly if you wanted to survive. But do me one favour?"
"What is it?"
"Try not to bite my head off next time you see me?" he asked with a smirk.
"I'll try," Piper answered with a smile. "But no guarantees."
"I'm home!" a voice called out in the hallway.
"In the kitchen!" Piper answered as she continued making her soup.
"Hmmm!" Phoebe exclaimed as she waltzed into the kitchen. "That smells awfully good!"
"It's a new recipe that I managed to pick up the other day," Piper answered with a smile.
Phoebe smiled at the answer. "Looks like someone is in a better mood today," she remarked as she got herself a cup of tea. "Oh, Chris! I almost didn't see you there."
"Thanks, Phoebe. You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself," Chris answered good-naturedly.
"Where's Paige?"
"I don't know," Piper replied. "She said she had some errands to run this morning."
"How many errands did she have? It's almost six already!" Phoebe complained.
The door slammed shut as Paige trudged into the kitchen, looking awfully annoyed.
"Well, hello, dear," Piper greeted her sister. "You look, uh, frazzled."
"The nerve of that man!" Paige fumed.
"What happened?" Chris asked, trying not to laugh at Paige's facial expression.
"It's not funny, Christopher," she chastised. "I was carrying all of these bags, running after the bus. Just as I get to the door, the driver pulls out of the bus stop. And he saw me coming!"
Chris was now laughing hard, earning him a playful swat to his head. "Hey, violence is not the answer to your problems." The comment resulted in another playful punch to his arm. "Okay, Paige. Beating up your Whitelighter is definitely not cool."
"Having fun at the expense of your charge's misfortunes is also not cool, Christopher Perry."
"Okay, okay. I'll stop laughing," he conceded. "But you have to admit, the sight of Paige Halliwell running through the streets of San Francisco chasing after a bus is quite hilarious."
At this time, Piper stepped in to keep the peace. "Okay, before you two start killing each other, let's eat."
Dinner was a light-hearted affair and for once, there was little tension to be felt. Paige and Phoebe smiled at each other as Chris and Piper conversed in a civilized, even friendly, manner. After dinner, Chris insisted on doing the dishes. Even more surprising for Piper was Paige's insistence on doing the dishes with Chris. Phoebe, on the other hand, just wore a knowing smile.
"So how was work today?" Paige asked as she carefully dried off the dishes.
"It was good, actually," Chris replied. "Much better than I expected."
"So what exactly do you do anyway?"
"Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that."
"Gee thanks," Paige smirked, "what a helpful answer."
"I'm the cryptic one, remember?" the young Whitelighter suggested before Paige began to splash water at him. "Hey, you're ruining my hair!"
"Oh please. Can you be any more vain?"
"Me? Vain?" Chris asked in surprise. "I'm so hurt!"
Paige simply laughed at Chris' dramatic response. "Seriously, do you think we should tell Piper and Phoebe?"
"I don't know," Chris answered quietly. "I'm not quite sure how they'd react."
"True. I think Phoebe would be okay with it. Piper, I don't know."
"Yeah. I mean, I think she's now starting to accept me a bit. Telling her that I'm dating her sister might not really go down too well with her."
"I guess we'll just have to keep a low profile for now."
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Chris orbed into his apartment, tired but content. Things were finally starting to come together. Even Piper was starting to trust him. He was about to turn on the television when he noticed an envelope lying on the table. Curious, he opened it and took out the sheet of paper inside.
He clenched his fists as he read the simple words that were written on the paper: "Whitelighters and dark magic don't mix. I know."
~ to be continued ~
