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~Chapter 1: Dropping In~ He stood in a brightly lit room, the sun that shined through the glass windows warming his face and arms. This had always been his favorite room as a child. It had always held the most warmth, even when a thunderstorm raged its fury outside.
But something was different. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, like a cold icy hand that kept tugging at his heart. He looked around to see if anything was a miss but everything was as it had been when he had left that morning. The furniture was in the same place.the plants were alive and well..the table from the foyer lay on its side in the doorway..no glass had been broken..
The table. He turned back around and stared at the table. It never came out of the foyer unless a demon had attacked and somebody had been knocked into it. But a demon hadn't attacked the Charmed Ones in over ten years. So why would the table be like that unless..
With a sudden dread that he hadn't felt in years, the man dashed to the entrance of the dining room. The sight before him froze him in his tracks.
Everything was a wreck. Tables and chairs were overturned and some of the chairs even had claw marks on them. Glass from picture frames covered the floor. The hall closet door had been ripped off its hinges and somehow the couch from the sitting room had ended up in the middle of the foyer. The staircase had been blown away and what was left of it lay in splinters around his feet.
But it wasn't until he saw the bloody arm hanging from the staircase landing that his stomach dropped. It wouldn't have been so bad; except that he recognized the wedding ring on the finger.it was his mother's.
He turned the corner and cried out. There she lay, the woman who had always been there for him, the one who had guided him when he thought all was lost, covered in blood and surrounded by broken glass. He ran to her and propped her limp body into his arms. Her hair was matted with blood and glass, and her face has streaks of blood on it.
At first he thought she had fallen and somehow broke her neck, but as he rested his hand on her stomach he felt an all too familiar warm liquid. Pulling up her shirt he discovered not a stab would or cut, but instead a hole. The realization hit him and pulling her lifeless body toward him he cried out in agony. He cried out the only name he knew that could save her still, the one man he couldn't stand but still needed..
"LEO!!"
Chris Perry bolted up, his breathing coming in short gasps. Sweat poured down his face and soaked his shirt. It was a nightmare within a nightmare.the one day he wished he could erase from his memory and yet also the same day he realized the truth about a man he thought he knew. Leo had abandoned him and his mother when they needed him most. When the chips were down and everything lay on the line Leo had choked, leaving Chris' mother there to die a slow painful death while Chris fought of the demons that had still been in the house. Leo the Protector had become Leo the Leaver.
'Enough already,' Chris thought to himself. 'I came back in time to make sure that day never happened.'
But so far his plan hadn't worked. The sisters trusted him about as much as they did Cole after they learned he was half demon and Leo trusted him even less. Not that he blamed them. He did give them good reason to suspect him with all the round-about-ways he had gone to get things done his way. In the end, however, his only intentions had been to protect Wyatt.
'There's no use in crying over spilt milk,' he thought. Running a hand through his hair he got up off the couch and after straightening the couch and his clothes he headed out of the attic.
As he reached the middle of the room he heard a swirling noise. Turning around he saw a blue and white portal in the air and before he could react something, or someone came hurling out of it and crashing into him, sent both of them flying into the stand that held the Book of Shadows.
He became a little disoriented but as he shook the shock of it away he noticed that the portal was gone and everything was as it was.
"Uh."
Looking over his shoulder Chris saw the body of a young girl lying next to him. He didn't know what to do next and didn't even really know if she was alive or dead.
Just as he reached out to feel for a pulse she gave a soft moan and her head rolled over to reveal a small gash and a trickle of blood.
"Oh this can't be good."
~*Cut to Conservatory*~ "All we're saying Piper is that maybe you shouldn't put all your trust into Chris. After all, he is from the future."
"I never said I trusted him completely," Piper Halliwell said. "All I'm saying is that we should give him a chance. He's only trying to protect Wyatt from the future evil that gets to him."
"How do we know that there is a future evil after Wyatt?" "Paige, what do you mean?" Piper asked, looking at her sister confused.
Shrugging her shoulders, Paige said, "All I'm saying is what if Chris is the future evil after you son? Pretending to be the one protecting him would be the perfect cover up."
"If that were true Paige then why doesn't Leo sense evil in him?"
"Maybe there's a potion to get past even a whitelighter's sensing powers," Phoebe commented. "However, Wyatt does bring his shield up whenever Chris gets to close."
"So? Wyatt does it to complete."
RING! RING!
"Ugh! I'll get it," Paige said, getting up and heading toward the phone in the kitchen.
"I hope that's not Jason," Phoebe mused, nibbling at her lower lip. Arching an eyebrow Piper asks, "Why? Did your date go sour last night?"
"You can say that," Phoebe said getting up and going over to Wyatt's playpen. He lay sound asleep, gently sucking on a pacifier. "Everything was great until my empath abilities kicked in over drive. I had this sudden surge of love and lust all rolled into one and I knew it was coming from him. So as the waiter bought us our drinks I just looked him in the eye and said 'I love you, too."
"Wait a minute," Piper said getting out of one of the white wicker chairs. "Are you telling me that you told him that you loved him before he could say he loved you?" At the shake of Phoebe's head Piper mumbled, "That's not good."
Phoebe was about to respond when Paige dashes in from the dining room. She calls out, "Gotta go help Darryl with something. Be back within an hour!"
Piper and Phoebe stand confused for a moment, but then go back to their conversation. "What am I going to do, Piper?"
Seeing that Wyatt was stirring Piper picks him up and begins to gently pat him on the back. "I honestly don't know what to tell you Phoebe. At first you couldn't control your empath powers when you felt his lust for you and now this? The only thing I know to do is."
"Um, a little help here?"
At the sound of Chris' voice Phoebe and Piper turn around and gasp. Standing on the landing was Chris, but in his arms was a young girl who looked to be knocked out by a blow to the head.
"Chris, what did you do to her?" Piper cried.
~*Cut to alley behind P3*~ "The last attack was a few nights ago. A woman by the name of Lizzie stepped outside for a smoke and according to her friends she never came back in. Then, this morning, some homeless guy comes to the station telling this wild tell about a creature clawing the woman to death and then eating her. I managed to get him into a cell but I thought hey, maybe the guy saw something that you three girls would know about."
Stepping around a pile of food, Paige asks, "Why wasn't Piper called? I mean, the attacks did happen behind her club."
Darryl shrugged his shoulders. "We tried but every time we did the phone was either busy or you guys never picked up."
"Well we do fight demons for a living you know," Paige muttered. "But off that subject, do you believe a demon's behind these attacks?"
"Why else would I call you guys? By the way, where's Piper and Phoebe? Don't you guys do this in threes?"
"Piper and Phoebe were otherwise occupied when you called," Paige said. "Besides, how bad of a demon can it be?"
As the words left her mouth a strange creature shimmered in front of her and Darryl. Pushing Darryl aside Paige orbed as the creature threw an energy ball at her. Orbing a few feet behind him she recognized him as a Manticore. Before she can utter a spell though he spins around and sends her flying into a pile of trash bags.
As the Manticore charges at her Paige looks around desperately, and upon seeing power lines overhead, calls for them. Orbs quickly separate them and as it falls it hits the Manticore in the back. It stands there for a few seconds as the electricity surges through its body, and then it bursts into flames.
Paige quickly makes her way back over to Darryl, who is still a little shocked at what he witnessed. "You okay, Darryl? You've seen us vanquish demons hundreds of times over the years."
"I know," Darryl mumbled. "But it always gets weirder and weirder."
Laughing Paige helps him up and is about to orb them out when they hear a soft cry.
"What was that?" Darryl asked, almost nervously.
Shrugging, Paige and him head toward an alcove in the alley, where all they find is a brown blanket rolled up. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as they went to walk away something moved beneath the blanket. Slowly reaching down Paige pulled the cover away, to reveal a baby. At first her and Darryl were shocked but as Paige went to go pick him up the baby's tongue slurped out, revealing that it was shaped like a pitch fork.
Curling her lip up in disgust, Paige muttered, "Oh boy."
~*Cut to Piper's bedroom*~ "So let me get this straight: you woke up from a nap in the attic, was on your way downstairs when a portal opened and she came flying out?"
"Exactly," Chris said.
"Do you know how much I believe that?" Phoebe questioned, crossing her arms.
"Do you know how much I care?" Chris challenged.
"Alright, both of you!" Piper growled. "This is not exactly the best time to pick an argument with somebody. Chris, I need you to go get a basin of water, a clean washcloth, and the First Aid Kit from the bathroom. The first thing we've got to do is get her cleaned up and see how badly she's hurt."
Throwing an evil look Phoebe's way Chris orbs out, leaving Phoebe just a bit frustrated. 'Smart ass whitelighter,' she thought.
She then made her way to the bed on which the girl lay. The girl couldn't of been no older than 18, about Chris's age. She had shoulder blade length dark brown hair and her features were flawless. She was a beautiful young woman, though her clothes would have told a different story. She wore what looked like a white tank top which had long ago ceased to be white. It and the light blue jean jacket she wore were covered in dust and blood. Her light blue jeans were ripped in several places, almost like she'd been clawed.
"Is she an innocent?"
"I don't know," came Piper's muffled reply. Looking up Phoebe found her sister rummaging through the closet for clothes. "If she is then we'll help her."
Knowing she was walking a very thin line, Phoebe asked, "Are you sure she came here the way Chris said?" Sticking her head out from her closet Piper narrowed her eyes at her younger sister. Getting the hint Phoebe cleared her throat and then mumbled something about going and calling Jason.
"Good idea."
As Phoebe leaves and Piper is in the process of taking the girl's jacket off Chris orbs in. "Need any help? Chris asked. "Actually I do," Piper said. "Do you see any major wounds that need immediate attention? I want to wait until we find out who she is before we bring Leo into this." Nodding his head in understanding Chris begins to look the girl over. After a few minutes he says, "The only real bad wound I see is the one on her right forearm."
"It is bad," Piper mumbled. "Looks almost like a blast wound. Hand me with water and stuff." Chris stands back as he watches Piper clean the wound carefully and as she goes to wrap the wound in a gall Chris offers to help turn the girl over. As he does he notices a strange tattoo above her right shoulder blade.
"Um, Piper? I think you need to see this."
As she ties the knot in the bandage Piper leans over the girl and also sees the tattoo. Just then Phoebe comes storming into the room. "You won't believe what Jason's doing! We're not meeting for dinner or anything to talk about the 'I love you too think.' Oh no, he's flying off to Rome! Can you believe it? I mean, I've heard about guys running far and fast but this is just ridiculous! After all I've went though for him you think he would- is that the Charmed symbol?"
Turning their gazes from Phoebe to the girl, Piper and Chris realize that her tattoo is the Charmed symbol except that it is surrounded by a diagonal ring that is blue and outlined in white like the symbol.
"Weird," Chris muttered.
"I'll go look it up in the Book of Shadows."
"Think it means anything?" Chris asked Piper as Phoebe left the room. Shrugging, Piper helps Chris lay the girl back down and as they do she begins to stir. They wait patiently, and about five minutes after Phoebe leaves the girl slowly opens her eyes.
Her eyes instantly land on Piper and she lets out a scream and quickly scoots into an upright position. Her eyes dart uneasily between Chris and Piper, but it's not fear they see in them: it's almost as if she's seeing ghosts.
"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you," Piper said softly. Tentatively she touched the girl's arm. Seeing that the girl didn't shy away from her Piper continues. "I'm a good witch and my friend here is a whitelighter. He's an angel who protects witches like me."
The girl starts to say something but then, almost as if remembering something else, shuts her mouth. Then, with a look of complete faith in her eyes she softy whispered, "I know who you are. You're Piper Halliwell Wyatt of the Charmed Ones."
Looking at Piper out of the corner of his eye, Chris sees she's just as confused as he is. Looking back at the girl he asks, "How do you know that?"
Turning her eyes so that she's looking into his she softly smiles, and almost with a laugh she says, "Because I'm from the future."
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Disclaimer: I in no way own Charmed or its characters. All rights go to the WB and Constance M. Burge.
~Chapter 1: Dropping In~ He stood in a brightly lit room, the sun that shined through the glass windows warming his face and arms. This had always been his favorite room as a child. It had always held the most warmth, even when a thunderstorm raged its fury outside.
But something was different. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, like a cold icy hand that kept tugging at his heart. He looked around to see if anything was a miss but everything was as it had been when he had left that morning. The furniture was in the same place.the plants were alive and well..the table from the foyer lay on its side in the doorway..no glass had been broken..
The table. He turned back around and stared at the table. It never came out of the foyer unless a demon had attacked and somebody had been knocked into it. But a demon hadn't attacked the Charmed Ones in over ten years. So why would the table be like that unless..
With a sudden dread that he hadn't felt in years, the man dashed to the entrance of the dining room. The sight before him froze him in his tracks.
Everything was a wreck. Tables and chairs were overturned and some of the chairs even had claw marks on them. Glass from picture frames covered the floor. The hall closet door had been ripped off its hinges and somehow the couch from the sitting room had ended up in the middle of the foyer. The staircase had been blown away and what was left of it lay in splinters around his feet.
But it wasn't until he saw the bloody arm hanging from the staircase landing that his stomach dropped. It wouldn't have been so bad; except that he recognized the wedding ring on the finger.it was his mother's.
He turned the corner and cried out. There she lay, the woman who had always been there for him, the one who had guided him when he thought all was lost, covered in blood and surrounded by broken glass. He ran to her and propped her limp body into his arms. Her hair was matted with blood and glass, and her face has streaks of blood on it.
At first he thought she had fallen and somehow broke her neck, but as he rested his hand on her stomach he felt an all too familiar warm liquid. Pulling up her shirt he discovered not a stab would or cut, but instead a hole. The realization hit him and pulling her lifeless body toward him he cried out in agony. He cried out the only name he knew that could save her still, the one man he couldn't stand but still needed..
"LEO!!"
Chris Perry bolted up, his breathing coming in short gasps. Sweat poured down his face and soaked his shirt. It was a nightmare within a nightmare.the one day he wished he could erase from his memory and yet also the same day he realized the truth about a man he thought he knew. Leo had abandoned him and his mother when they needed him most. When the chips were down and everything lay on the line Leo had choked, leaving Chris' mother there to die a slow painful death while Chris fought of the demons that had still been in the house. Leo the Protector had become Leo the Leaver.
'Enough already,' Chris thought to himself. 'I came back in time to make sure that day never happened.'
But so far his plan hadn't worked. The sisters trusted him about as much as they did Cole after they learned he was half demon and Leo trusted him even less. Not that he blamed them. He did give them good reason to suspect him with all the round-about-ways he had gone to get things done his way. In the end, however, his only intentions had been to protect Wyatt.
'There's no use in crying over spilt milk,' he thought. Running a hand through his hair he got up off the couch and after straightening the couch and his clothes he headed out of the attic.
As he reached the middle of the room he heard a swirling noise. Turning around he saw a blue and white portal in the air and before he could react something, or someone came hurling out of it and crashing into him, sent both of them flying into the stand that held the Book of Shadows.
He became a little disoriented but as he shook the shock of it away he noticed that the portal was gone and everything was as it was.
"Uh."
Looking over his shoulder Chris saw the body of a young girl lying next to him. He didn't know what to do next and didn't even really know if she was alive or dead.
Just as he reached out to feel for a pulse she gave a soft moan and her head rolled over to reveal a small gash and a trickle of blood.
"Oh this can't be good."
~*Cut to Conservatory*~ "All we're saying Piper is that maybe you shouldn't put all your trust into Chris. After all, he is from the future."
"I never said I trusted him completely," Piper Halliwell said. "All I'm saying is that we should give him a chance. He's only trying to protect Wyatt from the future evil that gets to him."
"How do we know that there is a future evil after Wyatt?" "Paige, what do you mean?" Piper asked, looking at her sister confused.
Shrugging her shoulders, Paige said, "All I'm saying is what if Chris is the future evil after you son? Pretending to be the one protecting him would be the perfect cover up."
"If that were true Paige then why doesn't Leo sense evil in him?"
"Maybe there's a potion to get past even a whitelighter's sensing powers," Phoebe commented. "However, Wyatt does bring his shield up whenever Chris gets to close."
"So? Wyatt does it to complete."
RING! RING!
"Ugh! I'll get it," Paige said, getting up and heading toward the phone in the kitchen.
"I hope that's not Jason," Phoebe mused, nibbling at her lower lip. Arching an eyebrow Piper asks, "Why? Did your date go sour last night?"
"You can say that," Phoebe said getting up and going over to Wyatt's playpen. He lay sound asleep, gently sucking on a pacifier. "Everything was great until my empath abilities kicked in over drive. I had this sudden surge of love and lust all rolled into one and I knew it was coming from him. So as the waiter bought us our drinks I just looked him in the eye and said 'I love you, too."
"Wait a minute," Piper said getting out of one of the white wicker chairs. "Are you telling me that you told him that you loved him before he could say he loved you?" At the shake of Phoebe's head Piper mumbled, "That's not good."
Phoebe was about to respond when Paige dashes in from the dining room. She calls out, "Gotta go help Darryl with something. Be back within an hour!"
Piper and Phoebe stand confused for a moment, but then go back to their conversation. "What am I going to do, Piper?"
Seeing that Wyatt was stirring Piper picks him up and begins to gently pat him on the back. "I honestly don't know what to tell you Phoebe. At first you couldn't control your empath powers when you felt his lust for you and now this? The only thing I know to do is."
"Um, a little help here?"
At the sound of Chris' voice Phoebe and Piper turn around and gasp. Standing on the landing was Chris, but in his arms was a young girl who looked to be knocked out by a blow to the head.
"Chris, what did you do to her?" Piper cried.
~*Cut to alley behind P3*~ "The last attack was a few nights ago. A woman by the name of Lizzie stepped outside for a smoke and according to her friends she never came back in. Then, this morning, some homeless guy comes to the station telling this wild tell about a creature clawing the woman to death and then eating her. I managed to get him into a cell but I thought hey, maybe the guy saw something that you three girls would know about."
Stepping around a pile of food, Paige asks, "Why wasn't Piper called? I mean, the attacks did happen behind her club."
Darryl shrugged his shoulders. "We tried but every time we did the phone was either busy or you guys never picked up."
"Well we do fight demons for a living you know," Paige muttered. "But off that subject, do you believe a demon's behind these attacks?"
"Why else would I call you guys? By the way, where's Piper and Phoebe? Don't you guys do this in threes?"
"Piper and Phoebe were otherwise occupied when you called," Paige said. "Besides, how bad of a demon can it be?"
As the words left her mouth a strange creature shimmered in front of her and Darryl. Pushing Darryl aside Paige orbed as the creature threw an energy ball at her. Orbing a few feet behind him she recognized him as a Manticore. Before she can utter a spell though he spins around and sends her flying into a pile of trash bags.
As the Manticore charges at her Paige looks around desperately, and upon seeing power lines overhead, calls for them. Orbs quickly separate them and as it falls it hits the Manticore in the back. It stands there for a few seconds as the electricity surges through its body, and then it bursts into flames.
Paige quickly makes her way back over to Darryl, who is still a little shocked at what he witnessed. "You okay, Darryl? You've seen us vanquish demons hundreds of times over the years."
"I know," Darryl mumbled. "But it always gets weirder and weirder."
Laughing Paige helps him up and is about to orb them out when they hear a soft cry.
"What was that?" Darryl asked, almost nervously.
Shrugging, Paige and him head toward an alcove in the alley, where all they find is a brown blanket rolled up. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as they went to walk away something moved beneath the blanket. Slowly reaching down Paige pulled the cover away, to reveal a baby. At first her and Darryl were shocked but as Paige went to go pick him up the baby's tongue slurped out, revealing that it was shaped like a pitch fork.
Curling her lip up in disgust, Paige muttered, "Oh boy."
~*Cut to Piper's bedroom*~ "So let me get this straight: you woke up from a nap in the attic, was on your way downstairs when a portal opened and she came flying out?"
"Exactly," Chris said.
"Do you know how much I believe that?" Phoebe questioned, crossing her arms.
"Do you know how much I care?" Chris challenged.
"Alright, both of you!" Piper growled. "This is not exactly the best time to pick an argument with somebody. Chris, I need you to go get a basin of water, a clean washcloth, and the First Aid Kit from the bathroom. The first thing we've got to do is get her cleaned up and see how badly she's hurt."
Throwing an evil look Phoebe's way Chris orbs out, leaving Phoebe just a bit frustrated. 'Smart ass whitelighter,' she thought.
She then made her way to the bed on which the girl lay. The girl couldn't of been no older than 18, about Chris's age. She had shoulder blade length dark brown hair and her features were flawless. She was a beautiful young woman, though her clothes would have told a different story. She wore what looked like a white tank top which had long ago ceased to be white. It and the light blue jean jacket she wore were covered in dust and blood. Her light blue jeans were ripped in several places, almost like she'd been clawed.
"Is she an innocent?"
"I don't know," came Piper's muffled reply. Looking up Phoebe found her sister rummaging through the closet for clothes. "If she is then we'll help her."
Knowing she was walking a very thin line, Phoebe asked, "Are you sure she came here the way Chris said?" Sticking her head out from her closet Piper narrowed her eyes at her younger sister. Getting the hint Phoebe cleared her throat and then mumbled something about going and calling Jason.
"Good idea."
As Phoebe leaves and Piper is in the process of taking the girl's jacket off Chris orbs in. "Need any help? Chris asked. "Actually I do," Piper said. "Do you see any major wounds that need immediate attention? I want to wait until we find out who she is before we bring Leo into this." Nodding his head in understanding Chris begins to look the girl over. After a few minutes he says, "The only real bad wound I see is the one on her right forearm."
"It is bad," Piper mumbled. "Looks almost like a blast wound. Hand me with water and stuff." Chris stands back as he watches Piper clean the wound carefully and as she goes to wrap the wound in a gall Chris offers to help turn the girl over. As he does he notices a strange tattoo above her right shoulder blade.
"Um, Piper? I think you need to see this."
As she ties the knot in the bandage Piper leans over the girl and also sees the tattoo. Just then Phoebe comes storming into the room. "You won't believe what Jason's doing! We're not meeting for dinner or anything to talk about the 'I love you too think.' Oh no, he's flying off to Rome! Can you believe it? I mean, I've heard about guys running far and fast but this is just ridiculous! After all I've went though for him you think he would- is that the Charmed symbol?"
Turning their gazes from Phoebe to the girl, Piper and Chris realize that her tattoo is the Charmed symbol except that it is surrounded by a diagonal ring that is blue and outlined in white like the symbol.
"Weird," Chris muttered.
"I'll go look it up in the Book of Shadows."
"Think it means anything?" Chris asked Piper as Phoebe left the room. Shrugging, Piper helps Chris lay the girl back down and as they do she begins to stir. They wait patiently, and about five minutes after Phoebe leaves the girl slowly opens her eyes.
Her eyes instantly land on Piper and she lets out a scream and quickly scoots into an upright position. Her eyes dart uneasily between Chris and Piper, but it's not fear they see in them: it's almost as if she's seeing ghosts.
"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you," Piper said softly. Tentatively she touched the girl's arm. Seeing that the girl didn't shy away from her Piper continues. "I'm a good witch and my friend here is a whitelighter. He's an angel who protects witches like me."
The girl starts to say something but then, almost as if remembering something else, shuts her mouth. Then, with a look of complete faith in her eyes she softy whispered, "I know who you are. You're Piper Halliwell Wyatt of the Charmed Ones."
Looking at Piper out of the corner of his eye, Chris sees she's just as confused as he is. Looking back at the girl he asks, "How do you know that?"
Turning her eyes so that she's looking into his she softly smiles, and almost with a laugh she says, "Because I'm from the future."
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