Chapter Three: "I guess this means I'm going to die, right?"
Chris lay shaking on the couch in the attic, his brow covered in sweat. The arrow, which oozed of Darklighter poison, had easily been taken out and was broken in two on the flood. Leo stood at Chris' side, his hand at his chin as he tried to think of what to do.
Had he still been a Whitelighter, an Elder, Chris would have been healed by now and would be walking around, most likely complaining about how he didn't feel too well considering he had just been shot by a Darklighter arrow. But Leo wasn't a Whitelighter and wasn't an Elder and had to stand there and watch his son slowly die whereas he was powerless to do anything.
There was an awkward silence in the room, which was broken occasionally by Chris who was prone to moaning in pain as the poison worked its way through his system. Every once in a while Leo would wipe Chris' brow and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but to tell the truth, Leo wasn't quite sure it would.
Leo turned to the Book, but there were no answers there for him. He thought of calling Phoebe or Paige, but realized that they would be of little help, besides, it didn't seem as if Chris had much time. As Leo paced around the attic, he suddenly remembered a few years back to the time when he himself had been shot by Alec, a Darklighter and how Piper had cast a spell that allowed her powers and his to have been switched.
Turning to the Book, Leo figured that if he could find the spell and cast it that he would have Chris' powers. He knew that he had no powers to give Chris in return, but it was worth a shot. Leo wasn't about to let Chris die without him doing something to try and save him.
Finding the right spell, Leo memorized the few lines and walked over to Chris. At first, he just stared at his son. Chris lay so quiet and motionless Leo was afraid that he had already lost him, but every so often Chris would shiver or moan and let him know that he was still there and in much pain.
Closing his eyes, Leo recited the spell and prayed that it worked.
"What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine. Let our powers cross the line. I offer up this gift to share. Switch the powers through the air."
At first, Leo felt nothing. Walking around the room, he wondered if he had to have been a witch for the spell to have worked. Angered that nothing seemed to be working out right for him, he waved his hand out in frustration and to his surprise found that the motion knocked a table over.
"I can move things?" he asked himself questioningly.
"It's one of my powers," a weak voice whispered.
Leo turned to Chris and walked back over to him and knelt by side. "It worked."
Chris made a face. "What did?"
"I switched our powers, so that I can heal you. I mean, I now have your Whitelighter powers."
Chris closed his eyes, sighed, then was reduced to a fit of coughing. He didn't wince as Leo brushed back his hair with his hand and felt slightly relaxed, even though he felt as though he was going to be eaten alive.
"I don't know how to heal," Chris confessed. "You never had the time to teach me."
Leo stared down at his hands. They always glowed with that healing light so easily, for his trigger was love. Now, thanks to that one power being non-existent, he would have to spend time trying to figure out what Chris' trigger was. Time, that Chris might not have.
Chris seemed to sense Leo's despair, but tried to make light of the dark situation. He smiled and tried his best to stifle a laugh.
"I guess this means I'm going to die, right?" he asked.
"Don't you say that," Leo said, his tone harsh. "I am not going to lose you. Not like this. There has to be a way. If your mom could figure out what my trigger was then I can do the same for you."
Chris didn't answer. His eyes slowly closed as he took in short, jagged breaths. Leo knew that the poison was almost done doing what it needed to do and that if he didn't find Chris' trigger soon he would lose his son.
"This does not mean that you are going to die," Leo said aloud to himself, as if saying made it true. "This does not mean you are going to die."
Chris lay shaking on the couch in the attic, his brow covered in sweat. The arrow, which oozed of Darklighter poison, had easily been taken out and was broken in two on the flood. Leo stood at Chris' side, his hand at his chin as he tried to think of what to do.
Had he still been a Whitelighter, an Elder, Chris would have been healed by now and would be walking around, most likely complaining about how he didn't feel too well considering he had just been shot by a Darklighter arrow. But Leo wasn't a Whitelighter and wasn't an Elder and had to stand there and watch his son slowly die whereas he was powerless to do anything.
There was an awkward silence in the room, which was broken occasionally by Chris who was prone to moaning in pain as the poison worked its way through his system. Every once in a while Leo would wipe Chris' brow and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but to tell the truth, Leo wasn't quite sure it would.
Leo turned to the Book, but there were no answers there for him. He thought of calling Phoebe or Paige, but realized that they would be of little help, besides, it didn't seem as if Chris had much time. As Leo paced around the attic, he suddenly remembered a few years back to the time when he himself had been shot by Alec, a Darklighter and how Piper had cast a spell that allowed her powers and his to have been switched.
Turning to the Book, Leo figured that if he could find the spell and cast it that he would have Chris' powers. He knew that he had no powers to give Chris in return, but it was worth a shot. Leo wasn't about to let Chris die without him doing something to try and save him.
Finding the right spell, Leo memorized the few lines and walked over to Chris. At first, he just stared at his son. Chris lay so quiet and motionless Leo was afraid that he had already lost him, but every so often Chris would shiver or moan and let him know that he was still there and in much pain.
Closing his eyes, Leo recited the spell and prayed that it worked.
"What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine. Let our powers cross the line. I offer up this gift to share. Switch the powers through the air."
At first, Leo felt nothing. Walking around the room, he wondered if he had to have been a witch for the spell to have worked. Angered that nothing seemed to be working out right for him, he waved his hand out in frustration and to his surprise found that the motion knocked a table over.
"I can move things?" he asked himself questioningly.
"It's one of my powers," a weak voice whispered.
Leo turned to Chris and walked back over to him and knelt by side. "It worked."
Chris made a face. "What did?"
"I switched our powers, so that I can heal you. I mean, I now have your Whitelighter powers."
Chris closed his eyes, sighed, then was reduced to a fit of coughing. He didn't wince as Leo brushed back his hair with his hand and felt slightly relaxed, even though he felt as though he was going to be eaten alive.
"I don't know how to heal," Chris confessed. "You never had the time to teach me."
Leo stared down at his hands. They always glowed with that healing light so easily, for his trigger was love. Now, thanks to that one power being non-existent, he would have to spend time trying to figure out what Chris' trigger was. Time, that Chris might not have.
Chris seemed to sense Leo's despair, but tried to make light of the dark situation. He smiled and tried his best to stifle a laugh.
"I guess this means I'm going to die, right?" he asked.
"Don't you say that," Leo said, his tone harsh. "I am not going to lose you. Not like this. There has to be a way. If your mom could figure out what my trigger was then I can do the same for you."
Chris didn't answer. His eyes slowly closed as he took in short, jagged breaths. Leo knew that the poison was almost done doing what it needed to do and that if he didn't find Chris' trigger soon he would lose his son.
"This does not mean that you are going to die," Leo said aloud to himself, as if saying made it true. "This does not mean you are going to die."