Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. Here's another chapter, hope they are okay. Thank you for reading and hope that the whole thing isn't too bad. Please review. Chapter 3 Live a Little

Perhaps there may be a slight chance that I have more time so I went back to recheck. Unfortunately, it seems I was right the first time. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be out and about by now. ," a warm voice boomed." Clarence! Hey, didn't hear you come up," I said rising and gathering my star charts. "Do you mind?," he said gesturing towards the trashcan. "No, go ahead," I said. I've known Clarence for about a month and was extremely comfortable around him. "Beautiful day outside, isn't it?," he asked cheerfully. "Is it? I haven't noticed, I've been a little busy rechecking something," I answered absently. "Whole world seems to busy these days. Nobody has time to just enjoy the day any more," he stated with a hint of sadness in his voice. Getting caught up in the conversation I replied, "It doesn't get any better in the future, I mean, so I imagine." I had almost slipped. Clarence didn't seem to notice. "Future doesn't mean squat to me. I'm too old to worry about it. Shouldn't matter to you either. You too young." I let out a little laugh at this, " Unfortunately, I'm a little obsessed with it." I sat down slightly dizzy. " You okay?," he asked. "Yea, I probably need to eat something," I lied. This couldn't be happening, yet. I still have time. "What you need is to get out of this hole. Get some sunshine. Live a little," he advised. "Believe me, I'm trying," I said with complete honesty. "Do that." he said leaving. The feeling was getting worse. I had to get to my aunts. My body was starting to feel lighter and weaker. I felt strangely calm as I approached the attic door. "We may have to accept that Chris's destiny may just be to warn us about Wyatt and that's all," said Phoebe in a slightly defeated voice. I made a small noise. "Oh my God. Chris, I'm so sorry," Phoebe apologized. "No, it's alright I've begun to wonder the same thing." I admitted to them and myself . "You have?," Paige asked. "Yea, and I have the strangest feeling, like I don't know, like I'm floating. It's hard to describe, like maybe I'm not really here, you know? ,'' I told them. I am feeling this way because I am starting to not exist. "Well, that's not good," Phoebe mumbled. "You have to fight, we still have time," Paige urged. I couldn't take away her hope, my hope, so I simply stated," Not much." The crystal started to spin rapidly. "It's never done that before," Paige fretted. "Maybe that means there's more than one. I should probably go get Piper," Phoebe explained as she got up. I want; no I need, to see Mom again before the end. "I'll go, too," I said starting to follow my aunt out. "No," said Paige, sensing why I was leaving. "You stay here and finish the potion. When we get back, your parents will be in the mood." I nodded .My aunts are reason enough to try and fight. But there is more to stay alive for than just they are. There's Mom and Bianca and the hope that Wyatt can be saved. I even want to be able to see Leo again. So I will fight, I promise myself as I start to finish the potion.