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 20
"Do you have any idea what you're saying?" Chris asked, his eyes betraying his fiery anger.
"I mostly certainly do," Piper replied. "So how do you plan to explain yourself?"
"I'm not going to explain anything. What you just said is one of the most ludicrous comments I've heard in a long time. You have absolutely no clue what you're talking about and it just floors me to see you firing away as if you knew it all."
"You can't bluff your way out of this one, Chris. So tell me the truth now."
Phoebe and Paige looked on helplessly at the showdown, not knowing who to believe. Paige still believed that Chris was good, but Piper's comment did manage to sow some seeds of doubt in her mind.
"You want the truth?" Chris spat out vehemently. "Fine!" With that he orbed out before Piper could do anything to restrain him.
"Dammit!" Piper yelled as Chris disappeared.
No sooner had Chris disappeared did he reappear in the kitchen, this time holding the Book of Shadows in his hand. Walking towards the three witches, he threw the book on the kitchen table. "The truth is in the book. So do us all a favour and tell us what the book actually says," Chris challenged.
Piper opened the book and began flipping through the pages. After five minutes, Piper was still flipping through the book looking for her evidence against Chris. Despite her efforts, there was nothing in the book that could back up her accusations.
"Well?" Chris taunted as he poured himself some juice. "Maybe you should go to page 735," he suggested.
"This is impossible!" I saw it in the Book of Shadows.
Finally, Paige walked up and turned to page 735 as Chris had suggested. It read, "Certain Whitelighters have the ability to vanquish demons through incineration. In a majority of cases, this is accomplished through the use of explosive energy balls. Demons are hit with the energy balls as explode. However, there exists a small number of Whitelighters who possess an ability to suck a demon into energy balls before being incinerated."
Piper could not believe her ears. "How could I have missed this page?" she thought to herself.
Phoebe walked up to Piper and wrapped her arms around her. "It's okay, Piper. We know that you're under tremendous stress. But you have to believe that Chris is here to help us, not hurt us."
"It's clear that no matter what happens, you'll never accept me, Piper," Chris began. "It's okay if you think I'm some conniving demonic creature who's out to destroy you. But if that's what you really think, don't ask me to save your butt next time you're in trouble. I don't need to take that crap from you," Chris lambasted Piper as he stormed out to the porch.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Paige went after Chris. She found him standing on the porch, staring out into nothingness.
Paige opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Chris. "Save the lecture, Paige. I know I was rude and way out of line. So sue me."
Instead of responding, Paige simply walked up to Chris and put her hand on his shoulder. She gently turned him around to face her before pulling him close and hugging him tightly. "I know how it feels to be misunderstood and falsely accused."
"It's not that," Chris conceded. "I know why she's acting this way and I try to understand, but I guess I'm too immature to respond properly. Just because I'm a Whitelighter, doesn't mean I can't act like a spoiled brat, you know."
Paige could only smile at Chris' comments. "I know she is being hard on you. And I'm sorry that things are like this between the two of you. I just wish I could make it better for you two."
Chris only sighed in response to Paige's comments. "I think I'm failing miserably at this Whitelighter thing."
"Don't say that," Paige answered. "I think you're doing a great job. It's not an easy thing to do, you know."
"You do realize that the your impartiality is questionable, given that you're my girlfriend."
"True," Paige laughed gently. "But still. You know, you're probably one of the youngest of the Whitelighters. So yeah, you're not perfect, but who is?"
Chris took a moment to contemplate Paige's words. "You know, I don't think you girls really need a Whitelighter. You are all more than capable of taking care of yourselves."
"Maybe, but we need someone to keep us grounded, to keep us sane. We need someone who cares for us and would help us even when we don't appreciate it. That person is you, Chris."
The young Whitelighter slowly pulled away from Paige. "Thanks, Paige. I really needed to hear that. I was starting to wonder why I was even here," he said appreciatively. "I should get going now. I need to find out how to get your powers back."
"Be careful, okay?"
"I will," he answered with a gentle smile. "Can you apologize to Piper for me?"
Paige nodded as Chris orbed out. She waited for a moment before going back inside the manor.
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Chris orbed into his apartment and headed to take a shower. After freshening up and changing into some fresh clothes, he began to plan his course of action. Reaching into his jacket, he took out a careful folded sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he read it over and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Luckily I got to the Book of Shadows before Piper did," he thought to himself as he read the page over and over again. "Otherwise, I could kiss my plan goodbye."
Just reading the words on the page caused Chris to shiver as he contemplated what might have happened: "Energy balls tainted by black magic can be used to vanquish demons, witches, wizards, and Whitelighters. This is accomplished by sucking them into the energy ball before incinerating their beings."
Chris smiled to himself as he began to formulate the plan. "I guess some things are just not meant to be revealed," he thought to himself as he tossed the sheet of paper into garbage can before setting it on fire.
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The room was dark as Chris carefully maneuvered his way around the various obstacles. Scanning the room, he quickly located what he was looking for. With lightning quickness, he made his way to the target and grabbed the bottle. Turning around, he began to make his escape, only to find that he couldn't move.
"What the hell?" he cursed silently as he tried to free himself. He tried orbing but that too didn't work.
"Well, well, well. What have we hear?" a voice called out in a seductive tone. "If it isn't the one and only Christopher Perry. To what do I owe the honour?"
"I have no time to play games with you Lara," he answered tersely.
"Obviously," Lara answered coldly. "You are too busy babysitting the Charmed Ones."
"They need this potion, Lara."
"And I'm supposed to care?"
"They're my charges!"
"Not to mention one of them is your girlfriend. I don't think Whitelighters are supposed to date their charges, Chris. But then, you're not really a Whitelighter, are you?"
"Keep your nose out of my business, Lara," Chris threatened.
Lara laughed at the outburst. "I don't think you're in a position to give orders right now."
"What do you want, Lara?"
"Well, aren't we cooperative all of a sudden."
"They need this potion, Lara."
"Good for them. I guess you'll have to demonstrate how much you're willing to pay in exchange for this potion." With that, Lara walked towards Chris until she was standing right in front of him. She began to run her hands up and down his chest.
"Stay away from me," Chris whispered, his voice coarse.
"I've always wanted you, Chris. And now I will have you."
"I said stay the hell away from me," Chris called out angrily.
"Do you want the potion or not?"
~ 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 20
"Do you have any idea what you're saying?" Chris asked, his eyes betraying his fiery anger.
"I mostly certainly do," Piper replied. "So how do you plan to explain yourself?"
"I'm not going to explain anything. What you just said is one of the most ludicrous comments I've heard in a long time. You have absolutely no clue what you're talking about and it just floors me to see you firing away as if you knew it all."
"You can't bluff your way out of this one, Chris. So tell me the truth now."
Phoebe and Paige looked on helplessly at the showdown, not knowing who to believe. Paige still believed that Chris was good, but Piper's comment did manage to sow some seeds of doubt in her mind.
"You want the truth?" Chris spat out vehemently. "Fine!" With that he orbed out before Piper could do anything to restrain him.
"Dammit!" Piper yelled as Chris disappeared.
No sooner had Chris disappeared did he reappear in the kitchen, this time holding the Book of Shadows in his hand. Walking towards the three witches, he threw the book on the kitchen table. "The truth is in the book. So do us all a favour and tell us what the book actually says," Chris challenged.
Piper opened the book and began flipping through the pages. After five minutes, Piper was still flipping through the book looking for her evidence against Chris. Despite her efforts, there was nothing in the book that could back up her accusations.
"Well?" Chris taunted as he poured himself some juice. "Maybe you should go to page 735," he suggested.
"This is impossible!" I saw it in the Book of Shadows.
Finally, Paige walked up and turned to page 735 as Chris had suggested. It read, "Certain Whitelighters have the ability to vanquish demons through incineration. In a majority of cases, this is accomplished through the use of explosive energy balls. Demons are hit with the energy balls as explode. However, there exists a small number of Whitelighters who possess an ability to suck a demon into energy balls before being incinerated."
Piper could not believe her ears. "How could I have missed this page?" she thought to herself.
Phoebe walked up to Piper and wrapped her arms around her. "It's okay, Piper. We know that you're under tremendous stress. But you have to believe that Chris is here to help us, not hurt us."
"It's clear that no matter what happens, you'll never accept me, Piper," Chris began. "It's okay if you think I'm some conniving demonic creature who's out to destroy you. But if that's what you really think, don't ask me to save your butt next time you're in trouble. I don't need to take that crap from you," Chris lambasted Piper as he stormed out to the porch.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Paige went after Chris. She found him standing on the porch, staring out into nothingness.
Paige opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Chris. "Save the lecture, Paige. I know I was rude and way out of line. So sue me."
Instead of responding, Paige simply walked up to Chris and put her hand on his shoulder. She gently turned him around to face her before pulling him close and hugging him tightly. "I know how it feels to be misunderstood and falsely accused."
"It's not that," Chris conceded. "I know why she's acting this way and I try to understand, but I guess I'm too immature to respond properly. Just because I'm a Whitelighter, doesn't mean I can't act like a spoiled brat, you know."
Paige could only smile at Chris' comments. "I know she is being hard on you. And I'm sorry that things are like this between the two of you. I just wish I could make it better for you two."
Chris only sighed in response to Paige's comments. "I think I'm failing miserably at this Whitelighter thing."
"Don't say that," Paige answered. "I think you're doing a great job. It's not an easy thing to do, you know."
"You do realize that the your impartiality is questionable, given that you're my girlfriend."
"True," Paige laughed gently. "But still. You know, you're probably one of the youngest of the Whitelighters. So yeah, you're not perfect, but who is?"
Chris took a moment to contemplate Paige's words. "You know, I don't think you girls really need a Whitelighter. You are all more than capable of taking care of yourselves."
"Maybe, but we need someone to keep us grounded, to keep us sane. We need someone who cares for us and would help us even when we don't appreciate it. That person is you, Chris."
The young Whitelighter slowly pulled away from Paige. "Thanks, Paige. I really needed to hear that. I was starting to wonder why I was even here," he said appreciatively. "I should get going now. I need to find out how to get your powers back."
"Be careful, okay?"
"I will," he answered with a gentle smile. "Can you apologize to Piper for me?"
Paige nodded as Chris orbed out. She waited for a moment before going back inside the manor.
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Chris orbed into his apartment and headed to take a shower. After freshening up and changing into some fresh clothes, he began to plan his course of action. Reaching into his jacket, he took out a careful folded sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he read it over and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Luckily I got to the Book of Shadows before Piper did," he thought to himself as he read the page over and over again. "Otherwise, I could kiss my plan goodbye."
Just reading the words on the page caused Chris to shiver as he contemplated what might have happened: "Energy balls tainted by black magic can be used to vanquish demons, witches, wizards, and Whitelighters. This is accomplished by sucking them into the energy ball before incinerating their beings."
Chris smiled to himself as he began to formulate the plan. "I guess some things are just not meant to be revealed," he thought to himself as he tossed the sheet of paper into garbage can before setting it on fire.
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The room was dark as Chris carefully maneuvered his way around the various obstacles. Scanning the room, he quickly located what he was looking for. With lightning quickness, he made his way to the target and grabbed the bottle. Turning around, he began to make his escape, only to find that he couldn't move.
"What the hell?" he cursed silently as he tried to free himself. He tried orbing but that too didn't work.
"Well, well, well. What have we hear?" a voice called out in a seductive tone. "If it isn't the one and only Christopher Perry. To what do I owe the honour?"
"I have no time to play games with you Lara," he answered tersely.
"Obviously," Lara answered coldly. "You are too busy babysitting the Charmed Ones."
"They need this potion, Lara."
"And I'm supposed to care?"
"They're my charges!"
"Not to mention one of them is your girlfriend. I don't think Whitelighters are supposed to date their charges, Chris. But then, you're not really a Whitelighter, are you?"
"Keep your nose out of my business, Lara," Chris threatened.
Lara laughed at the outburst. "I don't think you're in a position to give orders right now."
"What do you want, Lara?"
"Well, aren't we cooperative all of a sudden."
"They need this potion, Lara."
"Good for them. I guess you'll have to demonstrate how much you're willing to pay in exchange for this potion." With that, Lara walked towards Chris until she was standing right in front of him. She began to run her hands up and down his chest.
"Stay away from me," Chris whispered, his voice coarse.
"I've always wanted you, Chris. And now I will have you."
"I said stay the hell away from me," Chris called out angrily.
"Do you want the potion or not?"
~ to be continued ~
