Author's Note: Hello everyone. I started this story a while ago when it wasn't really known who Chris was and what his whole story consisted of.
I know it now but I'm going to continue this story using my original plotline --even though its not what happened.
Hope you like it anyway.
If you have a minute --don't forget to review.... =)
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"Ok I'm here." Paige said as she walked into the living room. She spotted Piper sitting on the couch. Wondering why her sister was sitting staring at nothing Paige stood in front of her, "Piper?" she questioned.
Piper didn't look up at her, "He wants things to go back to normal..." she said softly, her tone almost hurt.
Paige's brow furrowed, "I thought Phoebe said the book was moved?" she asked looking down at her.
Looking around she didn't see any evidence of supernatural activity but of course that didn't mean there wasn't any.
"...he wants to go back to being just our whitelighter..." Piper continued, her voice emotionless.
Paige studied her a moment, then sighed, "so I'm guessing we have no magical crisis on our hands." she said wryly.
"...I don't think I can do that" Piper finished.
Paige sighed and plopped down next to her, "oh honey. The boy's delirious if he thinks any of us are going to do that. He's your son. That says it all." Paige stated firmly.
After a moment, she asked softly, "how's he doing?"
"I think better. He seems stronger. Didn't eat. He's asleep now." she spoke, still not looking at her sister.
"Don't do this to yourself Piper." Paige said softly taking her hand. "Don't blame yourself for not knowing something you couldn't possibly have known. And don't try to figure everything out right away either, its big news it's gonna take some time to get used to."
Sighing Piper faced her, after a moment she smiled slightly, "yeah, I guess your right. We have time."
Paige smiled broadly, "Yep, you know maybe I should be a therapist."
Piper snorted, then sobered, "I'm sorry I made you come out here." she said admitting that there was really nothing magical going on.
Paige sighed, "it's okay I wanted to check on... my nephew anyway." she finished grinning.
Standing she headed for the stairs. She was half way to the bedroom when she heard Piper's voice from behind, "be careful he's kinda crabby."
Paige smirked as entered the room, "Uh Piper...." she said and waited for her older sibling to be at the doorway, "I don't know about kinda crabby but I know about kinda not here...?"
Piper's eyes widened, "What do you mean! where is he?" she said as she walked in and searched the room. She went the bathroom and Wyatt's nursery, even the closet, "he was here when I left, I left him asleep..."
"Well he's not here now." Paige said helpfully, a smile touching her lips, she couldn't help it. Obviously Chris had made an escape.
"my god! what if something's happened to him..." Piper exclaimed, her heartbeat speeding up, her face flushing as a million different scenarios filtered through her head. "I mean he wasn't completely well, not up to full strength and the book was moved... Oh God what if they've taken him... I mean he doesn't have the shield Wyatt has and..."
"Whoa, whoa there sister." Paige said grabbing before she left the room and turning her to face her, "wake up call here. He's twenty not two, I'm sure he's fine."
Piper stared at her a moment as if she'd spoken in another language, then nodded slowly, "Yeah, you're right." she said softly taking a deep breath, "Twenty not two..." she repeated, cementing it in her head. "...I don't know what happened there I... I lost it for a second... I guess... I don't know I just..."
"Bypassed rational thought and dived head first into motherly psychosis...yep." Paige said smiling and nodding. "The kid probably went back to his place." she added after a moment, encouraged by Piper's smile.
A smile that promptly vanished at the mention of his place. Her eyes narrowed, she'd told him to stay put when he'd mentioned that.
Without warning she unleashed her voice, "CHRISTOPHER!!!" she screeched and Paige swore the walls shook.
Piper didn't care though, she knew full well that her voice would resound in his head no matter where he was. A perk of his being her whitelighter.
At his apartment Chris doubled over with the intensity of the sound. It vibrated through him, making his already pounding head throb. He instantly orbed over there. Knowing full well that she wouldn't hesitate do it again.
"Christ!, Piper that hurt!" he exclaimed as he appeared in front of her, clutching his head.
"I told you not to move." she said advancing on him, her eyes still narrowed dangerously.
He looked at her and quickly backed up when he saw her eyes, "Nu-uh, not the last time you left the room." He said defensively, his eyes darting quickly to Paige and back to Piper,
"Oh alright then, I supposed its okay." she said her voice dripping with sarcasm. She continued to approach him until she was less then three feet from him, her voice deadly quiet, she spoke, "For future reference Chris, -- YOU ARE NOT TO LEAVE THIS MANOR -- UNDERSTOOD."
It wasn't really a question.
"Piper you can't -" he started, trying to re-establish his position --he was her whitelighter not her son but she interrupted.
"- yes I can. I mean it Chris. Don't you dare leave here without telling anyone again. Because I'll find you, you can count on that and when I do I'll....I'll..."
"Geez, Piper relax, I was gonna be right back . . . " he interrupted her, his voice showing just a touch of aggravation " . . . I needed some clothes and stuff, you didn't have to go and freak out." he said, stopping himself from stating that he wasn't her son yet and so she had no right to tell him what to do.
His eyesight might be a little blurry but he could still see the way her eyes were blazing.
"FREAK OUT . . . " she began in anger and Chris cringed, she'd never liked that phrase.
"Well its good to see you conscience, my dear nephew. Why don't you come over here and sit so we keep it that way." Paige said deciding it was time to intervene. She took Chris' forearm and led him to the bed,
"Piper your yelling is causing him pain, isn't it Chris?" Her tone was soothing and Chris smiled his thanks.
At the word pain all anger vanished from Piper, "your head is still hurting?" she asked him gently.
"Just a little." he said as he sat where Paige practically pushed him.
Instinctively Piper knew that the more he minimized it, the more it hurt, she reached out and touched his forehead, he pulled away slightly, "No fever. Does this happen a lot?" she asked him ignoring the gesture.
He shrugged, "Not a lot but it has happened. Only lasts about a day or so. Not a big deal."
She didn't like his blasé attitude, didn't like that he pulled away from her, didn't like that she felt so off balance when it came to him.
"Come downstairs, you need to eat something." she said firmly, pushing all thoughts from her mind. Then turned and left the room.
He looked at the doorway she exited for a moment before sighing and turning to face Paige.
She was a grinning, "she thought you'd been kidnapped."
Chris rolled his eyes, "Figures, once I didn't call her from baseball practice, she set up a magical alert, had --" abruptly he cut himself off and turned away.
"Had what?" Paige asked her eyes curious, "...what's a magical alert?"
He shook his head, "It doesn't matter." he said standing.
"It does Chris. You can tell us, talk to us. You can trust us with anything." she said softly walking around to face him.
"I know that Paige, its just... its complicated. Okay."
Paige stared at him a moment then sighed, "Okay, if you say so."
He nodded, then smirked, "I do. Now lets get downstairs before she thinks we've been ambushed."
Paige couldn't help it, she felt a smile tug at her lips. He was just so... endearing.
The future Piper and Phoebe were most likely at his beck and call. And now that they knew his secret she couldn't see them denying him much. Not with those long lashes and poignant blue eyes, not with the idea of all he must of suffered and how long he'd been here without them knowing he was theirs.
They would be hard pressed to not let him have his way. And Chris' way may leave a little something to be desired.
God help them all.
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