HI! It's me again. Sorry it took me so long and then take in the fact that
this chapter is kinda boring. I really didn't have a plot when I began
this, so I had to over come a major writer's blockage. Then I got sick and
had to stay out of school a week with my head pounding. I mostly slept
through the whole thing when I wasn't in blinding pain. Then I had to catch
up in school and I'm pulling off an all-nighter to do all my work. But I
felt I had to update for my loyal 17 reviewers. So here it is. You'll
receive a little action in the second chapter I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own the masterpiece, 'Charmed' and if this is in any way resembled to work you wrote or read it is purely coincidence. You know the drill.
Chapter Two: The Morning After (cont'd)
Nothing. Chris could not remember a single thing that had happened past nine thirty the night before.
"Wait, you can't remember anything either?" he inquired to Paige, who was busy pulling a baby blue silk robe from her closet. She made a dissatisfied growl and finally let the sheet she had been wearing fall to the floor, settling around gleaming red pedicured toenails.
"Did I act like I did when I shoved you off *my* bed?" she snapped, walking toward him menacingly. "*You* are my damn white lighter, *you* are supposed to know these kind of things!" she continued, pointing her finger straight between his eyes.
Chris backed up a step from the livid and confused witch, sorting out what Paige was thinking. She was obviously distressed, but however, she was one of the Charmed Ones, and she had seen quite a few shocking things, from dead people to demon guts. Of course, nobody really expects to wake up completely devoid of the knowledge that they crawled into bed with someone else. You usually got a blur if you were drunk, or so Chris had heard. He'd never really had the experience.
"Well.. why am I supposed to be all knowing?" he retorted, folding his hands over his chest, enacting the beginning of a small child's tantrum. Paige rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated gasp, surveying the muddle her room had become. Her clothes from the previous night were lying in a heap two feet from the door, her silky, blood red comforter rolled up at the foot of the bed with dark-washed jeans poking out from under. And then- it hit her.
"You broke Artemis!" Paige exclaimed, kneeling down to gather broken parts of a porcelain doll, which had once been a girl with ravishing black hair and a brown tunic. "Ugh! That was gift from Phoebe!" she growled, rising to set the pieces on her vanity. It was Chris's turn to roll his eyes.
"If the obvious theory of what happened last night is what you're insinuating disfigured your small, dear to heart, Greek goddess of nature doll- *we* broke Artemis." Paige narrowed her eyes to barely a slit, before holding out her palm-up hand.
"Sheet." Blue-lights swirled around Chris from the waist down before the sheet itself disappeared. Paige got a split-second view of Chris completely -er- unwrapped, before he orbed out. Taking one last look around her room, Paige noticed her bed was fairly off-centered.
"We must have done something *pretty* wild.."
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Phoebe Haliwell had always thought of herself as a hopeless romantic. Not to dependent or damsel-in-distress like, but romantic and loving when she felt the occasion called for it. Of course, it was pretty hard to do over the Internet, to a guy in Hong Kong, whose emails occasionally showed up in Chinese. /Such is the price of long-distance love/ Phoebe thought to herself sullenly.
Logging off her computer, she stretched out in her chair, straining the fabric of her silk nightgown and decided to go downstairs for some coffee. Coffee good. It worked wonders when one was returning from a party night with her older sister. Phoebe could feel Piper was still dealing, but able to have a good time. Still- she had drank a little too much alcohol and was still sleeping. Luckily, tonight the club wasn't open tonight, so they didn't have much to worry about. As she walked down the hall, she heard a large thump from Paige's room, but only shrugged it off, too tired to deal with either of her sisters' antics.
By the time the coffee was ready, Paige had walked in, already dressed in a tight black shirt, pinstriped mini-skirt and a large black boots that resembled shoes worn in combat. Her hair was pulled back in two French Braids and she was rubbing her eyes exhaustedly.
"Hey Pheebs, have you seen Chris anywhere?" She asked casually. Phoebe frowned. A little *too* casually.
"Why do you ask?" Phoebe could sense nervous energy surrounding Paige. She was keeping something from her. " I'm getting an odd, secretive vibe from you." Phoebe added. Paige only gave her an inquisitive frown and poured coffee into her mug.
"You know, I kinda thought an empath would be wise and mysterious, not straightforward and a little annoying." Paige said. Phoebe crossed her legs and sat back in her chair knowingly.
"I can be, but only if you tell me what's going on with our new whitelighter." She teased in a singsong voice.
"Nothing is going on, can't I just be a little concerned about my whitelighter!" Paige said between gritted teeth- just as the steaming coffee overflowed onto her hand and the counter. "OW, shit that's hot!" she exclaimed, hastily setting the coffee down and running toward the sink. She sighed in relief as chilled water rushed over her throbbing, burned skin.
"Sheesh, someone's a wittle defensive," Phoebe commented. She took a kitchen rag and began to mop up the coffee, which had already spread like a virus over Piper's spotless countertop. Paige turned off the water and wiped off her hand, frowning as she did so.
"Well, you just sounded a little *suggestive* and I'm cranky, I.. had a weird migraine last night." There it was again, Paige wasn't telling the truth. Phoebe glanced up for a moment, but decided not to press at it. Paige would come around. Eventually.
"I'm sowwy, I'm sowwy," Phoebe said in her odd little toddler voice. She wrapped her arms around Paige's stomach and laid her head just below the other woman's neck. "Can 'da cwanky lady evew forwgive me?" Paige giggled slightly at Phoebe's frolics and patted her hand.
"She will only forgive you if she gets coffee." Paige answered. Phoebe grinned and let go of her. Blue lights suddenly flickered and a familiar jingle rang in their ears as Chris orbed into their kitchen. Paige averted her eyes and took a long sip form her coffee while Phoebe placed her hands on her hips in a defiant stance.
"Don't even try it Chris, this is my day off. I am not going demon hunting." She accused him fiercely. Chris folded his arms and proceeded to crush her hopes of a normal day.
"Ah, but this time, I have an official order from the Elders, you have to go today." He stated, seemingly satisfied that they had to go this time. Pheobe glared daggers, swords and an array of other sharp objects at him, while Paige was apparently extremely interested in her coffee. "Besides, it's been a few weeks since you vanquished any demons."
"Well whose trying to take over the world, steal the Book of Shadows, steal Wyatt, destroy the world or rule the Underworld?" Paige mumbled between sips, now acting fascinated with the fact that coffee was.. well, coffee. It was also fairly obvious she was avoiding Chris' cloudy, gray- eyed gaze. Chris did his best to ignore her in return and continued.
"None of the above. Apparently the Darklighters sent an envoy of peace to the centaurs, the Guardians of the Gates. Negotiations were going on when the prince found one of the darklighters wandering the village, supposedly recording the hidden secrets. They got into a fight and," Chris paused for effect; partly to see if the two witches were actually were actually listening. Phoebe was leaning on the counter in a sort of stupor and Paige was.. pouring more coffee. "Well, not that you're interested in the least, but while they were fighting, the darklighter shot the prince with an arrow and the arrow's poison actually took effect. He died just this morning."
The only thing to be heard was Paige drinking a surely unhealthy amount of coffee. Well, it was only nine in the morning; sooner or later they'd have to wake up. "So I want you, Paige and Piper to get dressed in something, well, that you can possibly hunt demons in." It would be much harder if Phoebe stayed in her strappy, knee-length, hot pink nightgown. She rolled her eyes and dragged herself to the doorway, plodding exhausted up the stairs. Now Chris and Paige were all alone.
"Well, I'm off to check the Book of Shadows!" Paige said hastily setting down her coffee with a spattering thud. "Let's get this over with, I have a new job at three, I don't want to be late! Bye!" She made a break for the door only to be stopped by an orbing Chris.
"Hold on a minute! We have to figure out what happened between you and me last night." Chris commanded. /I do *not* need this right now/ Paige thought, perturbed. She really just wanted to get this over with.
"We can work on that tonight. Right now we just pretend it never happened."
" How are we sure anything happened at all? We have to find out!" said Chris urgently. Paige rolled her eyes and tried to wiggle out of the grip he'd taken on her shoulders out of instinct.
"Well we can do it later. Right now, we're off to see the centaurs, remember?" She queried angrily. She jerked her arms out of Chris' grip.
"Are you sure you're up to it, because you're going to have to wear a bra for once." That was a little overboard. He only realized about a second after he said it and turned to his only escape route and disappeared for the second time that day in a flash of blue lights.
"Bastard." Paige muttered with disgust.
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Umm........... How was it? Ya, it probably sucked, but oh well. Does anyone actually know what color Chris' eyes are?
Disclaimer: I don't own the masterpiece, 'Charmed' and if this is in any way resembled to work you wrote or read it is purely coincidence. You know the drill.
Chapter Two: The Morning After (cont'd)
Nothing. Chris could not remember a single thing that had happened past nine thirty the night before.
"Wait, you can't remember anything either?" he inquired to Paige, who was busy pulling a baby blue silk robe from her closet. She made a dissatisfied growl and finally let the sheet she had been wearing fall to the floor, settling around gleaming red pedicured toenails.
"Did I act like I did when I shoved you off *my* bed?" she snapped, walking toward him menacingly. "*You* are my damn white lighter, *you* are supposed to know these kind of things!" she continued, pointing her finger straight between his eyes.
Chris backed up a step from the livid and confused witch, sorting out what Paige was thinking. She was obviously distressed, but however, she was one of the Charmed Ones, and she had seen quite a few shocking things, from dead people to demon guts. Of course, nobody really expects to wake up completely devoid of the knowledge that they crawled into bed with someone else. You usually got a blur if you were drunk, or so Chris had heard. He'd never really had the experience.
"Well.. why am I supposed to be all knowing?" he retorted, folding his hands over his chest, enacting the beginning of a small child's tantrum. Paige rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated gasp, surveying the muddle her room had become. Her clothes from the previous night were lying in a heap two feet from the door, her silky, blood red comforter rolled up at the foot of the bed with dark-washed jeans poking out from under. And then- it hit her.
"You broke Artemis!" Paige exclaimed, kneeling down to gather broken parts of a porcelain doll, which had once been a girl with ravishing black hair and a brown tunic. "Ugh! That was gift from Phoebe!" she growled, rising to set the pieces on her vanity. It was Chris's turn to roll his eyes.
"If the obvious theory of what happened last night is what you're insinuating disfigured your small, dear to heart, Greek goddess of nature doll- *we* broke Artemis." Paige narrowed her eyes to barely a slit, before holding out her palm-up hand.
"Sheet." Blue-lights swirled around Chris from the waist down before the sheet itself disappeared. Paige got a split-second view of Chris completely -er- unwrapped, before he orbed out. Taking one last look around her room, Paige noticed her bed was fairly off-centered.
"We must have done something *pretty* wild.."
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Phoebe Haliwell had always thought of herself as a hopeless romantic. Not to dependent or damsel-in-distress like, but romantic and loving when she felt the occasion called for it. Of course, it was pretty hard to do over the Internet, to a guy in Hong Kong, whose emails occasionally showed up in Chinese. /Such is the price of long-distance love/ Phoebe thought to herself sullenly.
Logging off her computer, she stretched out in her chair, straining the fabric of her silk nightgown and decided to go downstairs for some coffee. Coffee good. It worked wonders when one was returning from a party night with her older sister. Phoebe could feel Piper was still dealing, but able to have a good time. Still- she had drank a little too much alcohol and was still sleeping. Luckily, tonight the club wasn't open tonight, so they didn't have much to worry about. As she walked down the hall, she heard a large thump from Paige's room, but only shrugged it off, too tired to deal with either of her sisters' antics.
By the time the coffee was ready, Paige had walked in, already dressed in a tight black shirt, pinstriped mini-skirt and a large black boots that resembled shoes worn in combat. Her hair was pulled back in two French Braids and she was rubbing her eyes exhaustedly.
"Hey Pheebs, have you seen Chris anywhere?" She asked casually. Phoebe frowned. A little *too* casually.
"Why do you ask?" Phoebe could sense nervous energy surrounding Paige. She was keeping something from her. " I'm getting an odd, secretive vibe from you." Phoebe added. Paige only gave her an inquisitive frown and poured coffee into her mug.
"You know, I kinda thought an empath would be wise and mysterious, not straightforward and a little annoying." Paige said. Phoebe crossed her legs and sat back in her chair knowingly.
"I can be, but only if you tell me what's going on with our new whitelighter." She teased in a singsong voice.
"Nothing is going on, can't I just be a little concerned about my whitelighter!" Paige said between gritted teeth- just as the steaming coffee overflowed onto her hand and the counter. "OW, shit that's hot!" she exclaimed, hastily setting the coffee down and running toward the sink. She sighed in relief as chilled water rushed over her throbbing, burned skin.
"Sheesh, someone's a wittle defensive," Phoebe commented. She took a kitchen rag and began to mop up the coffee, which had already spread like a virus over Piper's spotless countertop. Paige turned off the water and wiped off her hand, frowning as she did so.
"Well, you just sounded a little *suggestive* and I'm cranky, I.. had a weird migraine last night." There it was again, Paige wasn't telling the truth. Phoebe glanced up for a moment, but decided not to press at it. Paige would come around. Eventually.
"I'm sowwy, I'm sowwy," Phoebe said in her odd little toddler voice. She wrapped her arms around Paige's stomach and laid her head just below the other woman's neck. "Can 'da cwanky lady evew forwgive me?" Paige giggled slightly at Phoebe's frolics and patted her hand.
"She will only forgive you if she gets coffee." Paige answered. Phoebe grinned and let go of her. Blue lights suddenly flickered and a familiar jingle rang in their ears as Chris orbed into their kitchen. Paige averted her eyes and took a long sip form her coffee while Phoebe placed her hands on her hips in a defiant stance.
"Don't even try it Chris, this is my day off. I am not going demon hunting." She accused him fiercely. Chris folded his arms and proceeded to crush her hopes of a normal day.
"Ah, but this time, I have an official order from the Elders, you have to go today." He stated, seemingly satisfied that they had to go this time. Pheobe glared daggers, swords and an array of other sharp objects at him, while Paige was apparently extremely interested in her coffee. "Besides, it's been a few weeks since you vanquished any demons."
"Well whose trying to take over the world, steal the Book of Shadows, steal Wyatt, destroy the world or rule the Underworld?" Paige mumbled between sips, now acting fascinated with the fact that coffee was.. well, coffee. It was also fairly obvious she was avoiding Chris' cloudy, gray- eyed gaze. Chris did his best to ignore her in return and continued.
"None of the above. Apparently the Darklighters sent an envoy of peace to the centaurs, the Guardians of the Gates. Negotiations were going on when the prince found one of the darklighters wandering the village, supposedly recording the hidden secrets. They got into a fight and," Chris paused for effect; partly to see if the two witches were actually were actually listening. Phoebe was leaning on the counter in a sort of stupor and Paige was.. pouring more coffee. "Well, not that you're interested in the least, but while they were fighting, the darklighter shot the prince with an arrow and the arrow's poison actually took effect. He died just this morning."
The only thing to be heard was Paige drinking a surely unhealthy amount of coffee. Well, it was only nine in the morning; sooner or later they'd have to wake up. "So I want you, Paige and Piper to get dressed in something, well, that you can possibly hunt demons in." It would be much harder if Phoebe stayed in her strappy, knee-length, hot pink nightgown. She rolled her eyes and dragged herself to the doorway, plodding exhausted up the stairs. Now Chris and Paige were all alone.
"Well, I'm off to check the Book of Shadows!" Paige said hastily setting down her coffee with a spattering thud. "Let's get this over with, I have a new job at three, I don't want to be late! Bye!" She made a break for the door only to be stopped by an orbing Chris.
"Hold on a minute! We have to figure out what happened between you and me last night." Chris commanded. /I do *not* need this right now/ Paige thought, perturbed. She really just wanted to get this over with.
"We can work on that tonight. Right now we just pretend it never happened."
" How are we sure anything happened at all? We have to find out!" said Chris urgently. Paige rolled her eyes and tried to wiggle out of the grip he'd taken on her shoulders out of instinct.
"Well we can do it later. Right now, we're off to see the centaurs, remember?" She queried angrily. She jerked her arms out of Chris' grip.
"Are you sure you're up to it, because you're going to have to wear a bra for once." That was a little overboard. He only realized about a second after he said it and turned to his only escape route and disappeared for the second time that day in a flash of blue lights.
"Bastard." Paige muttered with disgust.
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Umm........... How was it? Ya, it probably sucked, but oh well. Does anyone actually know what color Chris' eyes are?