A.N: Still don't own 'em. Except for Erica. Mine. No touchy.
Chris entered the Halliwell kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Chris, some girl was looking for you last night." Paige said without looking up from the newspaper. He brought the bottle off his lips. "Really?" "Yeah, is my little nephew getting together with people at clubs?" "No, I'm not. It's too uncivilized." He responded. She laughed. "Okay. Well, the girl was short, long brown hair with blue streaks, and her name was . . . E-Erica. I think." Paige replied. Chris choked on the water. "Who?" "Erica? That's all she gave us. You ok?" "I'm fine I gotta go." He said grabbing his jacket off the chair and heading out.
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"Oww!" Erica cried as ice was put on her ankle. "Sorry." Bianca replied. "Well, you better hope that this is not twisted or sprained or anything like that. I risked my neck saving you." She spit back. "I had it under control. You didn't have to come and play super hero with Chris." Bianca yelled. "Both of you . . . shut up." "But—"Chris glared at Erica. "Fine. Whatever." She grabbed the ice packet and hobbled off mumbling.
"Stupid bitch. All the time she is rushing to her beloved Chris." Erica said to herself. "Demon wench." She looked over at them talking to each other. "C'mon. How much shorter can that skirt get?" She rolled her eyes. She looked back over and saw Chris with something in his hand. It was a ring. She felt the tears sting her eyes. "Erica. Pull it together. Big witches don't cry. Big witches don't cry." She couldn't take it, she grabbed the ice pack and left. Heart broken.
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Chris walked through the park. Everything was so screwed up. She wasn't supposed to come back. She wasn't even supposed know that he left. He walked over to a bench and put his head in his hands. "Chris, long time no see. Whatcha been up to?" He jerked his head up to reveal Erica. "Erica. I guess this isn't a friendly visit." He smirked. "Friendly?! You left me in the future! I guess I wasn't part of your plan. You-" "You're the one who left! We looked for you! Dammit Erica! If you didn't go and throw a hissy fit!" Chris yelled at her. "It was probably the smartest thing I've done. I mean, Wyatt has been amazing to me." She said. "Wyatt?" Chris choked out. "Yeah, he's great. Plus, he can make neat little potions like these." Erica said exposing a vile in her hand. "I'm pretty sure he said this one would destroy your powers. . . or something like that. Oh well, I guess we'll see." She whipped the potion at him and took off. Chris stumbled back a little. He was pretty shaken, nothing too bad though. "Oh well, he always did suck a potions." Chris decided to head back to the manor, at least he could be protected there.
Chris entered the Halliwell kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Chris, some girl was looking for you last night." Paige said without looking up from the newspaper. He brought the bottle off his lips. "Really?" "Yeah, is my little nephew getting together with people at clubs?" "No, I'm not. It's too uncivilized." He responded. She laughed. "Okay. Well, the girl was short, long brown hair with blue streaks, and her name was . . . E-Erica. I think." Paige replied. Chris choked on the water. "Who?" "Erica? That's all she gave us. You ok?" "I'm fine I gotta go." He said grabbing his jacket off the chair and heading out.
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"Oww!" Erica cried as ice was put on her ankle. "Sorry." Bianca replied. "Well, you better hope that this is not twisted or sprained or anything like that. I risked my neck saving you." She spit back. "I had it under control. You didn't have to come and play super hero with Chris." Bianca yelled. "Both of you . . . shut up." "But—"Chris glared at Erica. "Fine. Whatever." She grabbed the ice packet and hobbled off mumbling.
"Stupid bitch. All the time she is rushing to her beloved Chris." Erica said to herself. "Demon wench." She looked over at them talking to each other. "C'mon. How much shorter can that skirt get?" She rolled her eyes. She looked back over and saw Chris with something in his hand. It was a ring. She felt the tears sting her eyes. "Erica. Pull it together. Big witches don't cry. Big witches don't cry." She couldn't take it, she grabbed the ice pack and left. Heart broken.
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Chris walked through the park. Everything was so screwed up. She wasn't supposed to come back. She wasn't even supposed know that he left. He walked over to a bench and put his head in his hands. "Chris, long time no see. Whatcha been up to?" He jerked his head up to reveal Erica. "Erica. I guess this isn't a friendly visit." He smirked. "Friendly?! You left me in the future! I guess I wasn't part of your plan. You-" "You're the one who left! We looked for you! Dammit Erica! If you didn't go and throw a hissy fit!" Chris yelled at her. "It was probably the smartest thing I've done. I mean, Wyatt has been amazing to me." She said. "Wyatt?" Chris choked out. "Yeah, he's great. Plus, he can make neat little potions like these." Erica said exposing a vile in her hand. "I'm pretty sure he said this one would destroy your powers. . . or something like that. Oh well, I guess we'll see." She whipped the potion at him and took off. Chris stumbled back a little. He was pretty shaken, nothing too bad though. "Oh well, he always did suck a potions." Chris decided to head back to the manor, at least he could be protected there.
