"—the three of us."
It made sense. The purity of the Charmed Ones had gone down through the second generation and scattered into four: Wyatt, Chris, Mel, and Prue. Wyatt was out of the picture now, but he was evil to begin with. Now she needed Prue and Chris to be with her in order to restore the second generation of Charmed Ones.
But how was she going to take Chris? He was the one that was infected in the first place. Could she bring him here?
...
Prue slammed the book shut in hostility. This wasn't working. They were no closer to finding a pain removal spell that worked than they were an hour ago! Her mother was by the table, chewing off the eraser of her pencil and deep in thought over the creation of a new spell.
"Mom," Prue whined, "we're not getting anywhere. Have you come up with a spell yet? You've been sitting there for like, ever."
Phoebe jumped slightly, then turned to face Prue. "Huh?" Her face fell. "Oh, no, not yet, sweetie. I'm trying. It's just so confusing, I know that your aunt Paige tried to explain to me what Mel was doing, but...I don't think that Wyatt was right."
"What?" Prue asked angrily. "You knew what she was doing and you didn't tell me? Mom! That's not fair! You're all treating me like a baby! Just because I have powers like yours doesn't mean I'm stupid! I mean, you of all people should understand, considering you have the same sucky powers as I do!"
Phoebe sighed. "You know what? You're right. We have been leaving you out of things. Come here, sit by me. I'll tell you what I heard from Paige."
Prue set the Book of Shadows down by her mother and sat in the chair next to Phoebe, waiting expectantly for an explanation. Somewhere beneath all of this confusion, something had to make sense. Right?
"Mel and your Aunt Piper listened to Wyatt at some old office building. He was talking to a demon, you see." Phoebe thought carefully about how to make everything sound as simple as it could. "It was a shape-shifting demon that could make itself turn into anything it wanted to, even other people. Well, there's this antidote that we can use to save Chris—it's in the underworld, and only the one purest at heart can take it from these stones. Wyatt thought it was Mel, so the demon transformed into her, and Mel orbed to the underworld just now."
"Whoa..." Prue absorbed the information. "What didn't you think Wyatt was right about, mommy?"
"Well, I don't think the Mel would necessarily be the purest."
"But mommy, Mel's never done anything wrong!" Prue exclaimed, bouncing up from her seat. Mel was her role model, she had to be pure.
Phoebe laughed. "Oh, honey, I'd never doubt for a moment that Mel was a perfect girl. It's just, there's an entire next generation of Halliwells, not just Mel. Why would she be the purest? I don't understand—it could have been Chris or you, too. Why would Mel be the most likely in Wyatt's mind?" She paused for a moment, biting her lip. "I'm just not sure if this is gonna work or not."
Prue gave her mom a hug. "It'll be fine," she consoled Phoebe, "Mel's always doing things right."
It was then, snuggling in her mother's arms, did she remember the spell. She gasped in excitement and quickly pulled away from a shocked Phoebe, then pulled out the Book of Shadows and began flipping again.
"Here it is!" she shrieked. "The spell! It'll work against demonic poisons, but it's only temporary—like ten minutes, or something. If we kept using it, Chris would be okay for a while. I think...uh-oh. It says that if the spell isn't recited every ten minutes or so, the victim's at risk of dying..."
"Then we'll keep reciting it until we find a cure," Phoebe decided firmly. "We can't let him suffer."
Just then Paige ran in, looking frantic. "Chris," she panted, "he's dying. His temperature's gone up to 105 degrees, we can't talk to him. He's awake, but he can't hear us. He won't last long," she sobbed. "What are we going to do?"
"Prue found a spell," Phoebe suggested. "It has side effects, but if we do it correctly and repeatedly, it'll work."
"Hurry," Paige begged with pleading eyes. "Save him."
Paige grabbed Prue's and Phoebe's hands and orbed to medical wing. Piper and Leo were hovering over Chris' bed, Piper crying and tears welling up in Leo's eyes. Leo was squeezing Chris' hand, wishing with all of his heart that he could stop this before it was too late.
"Quickly," said Prue, shoving the Book in Piper's face. Piper seemed unfazed and distant. "Aunt Piper, quickly, we need to do this now!"
Piper reawakened to the world around her and saw Prue. "What is it, sweetie?" she crooned like Prue was a baby.
"Stop doing that!" Prue scolded. "I'm not stupid, you know! Anyways, read the spell, it'll help Chris—for a while at least. We all have to read it together. C'mon, stop with the wistful staring already! WAKE—THE HELL—UP!!"
Everybody in the room turned to face her.
"I'm so damn SICK of you all pretending I don't understand anything! My powers are the same as my mom's, and you don't treat her like you do me! Stop BABYING me and GET A GRIP, why don't you all? I stopped the tidal wave, didn't I? I know the Book of Shadows by heart, don't I? SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Silently, Piper took the book from Prue. Paige and Phoebe leaned over her shoulder to read the spell, and Piper lowered it so Prue could read it aloud as well. Prue felt oddly satisfied at her outburst. People wouldn't treat her differently than the cousins she adored. With Wyatt gone, they had no choice but to include her in the second generation's Power of Three. They weren't blind to her power.
Now she had finally felt for the first time that her family accepted her ability. She was going to fight with Mel and Chris, and she was going to win.
They read the spell aloud finally, then looked over at Chris expectantly. His shallow breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes, suddenly seeming very confused.
"Where am I?" he asked them all, glancing at the faces. Once he saw Paige, the relief washed over him. If Paige was here, then he was okay. "Where's Wyatt? Where's Mel? What...happened?"
"Don't you remember?" Paige asked him. "Wyatt hit you with a..." she glanced over at Prue, uncertain to whether or not she should hear this as well, then changed her mind. She knew what it was like being the baby of the family. "Darklighter arrow and injected you with poison. We found a temporary cure and Mel is—"
At that moment they heard an orbing jingle, and Mel, face tear-streaked, appeared in the room. "Chris, you're okay!" she screamed, running up to hug him. "But..." she turned to her mother and aunts. "This isn't going to last, is it? I can't get the antidote, but I think that if Prue and Chris come with me, we can get it. Together."
A/N: I'm gonna MURDER whomever created that DAMNED (excuse my language, I'm ANGRY) episode that KILLED OFF CHRIS!!! He's—my obsession—he's so...cool...so...amazingly hot...WHY??? At least they could've sent him back to the future PEACABLY to leave my mind at peace. Even in the end, it would've been cool if some ghost-Chris watched Leo and Piper meet up with baby Chris in the end of the episode, saying something like, "The future's been changed...I'm going back to my own time now. To a better place." Then disappearing. Then we'd know he made it to a better future! I mean, c'mon, is that TOO MUCH to ASK? I don't think SO!!!
I'm still gonna continue with my Chris-centered fics, of course, just...I may sob at the cruelty once in a while when the season seven episodes come on without Chris...I cried at the episode last night! I never cry about tv shows, normally I'm like 'Oh yeah, that's nice, somebody's dead. Won't expect to see him/her in the next episode' but that...THAT...THAT WAS HEART- WRENCHING, THE WAY LEO CRIED! I had to cry, because he did, so I've justified my immediate reaction.
It made sense. The purity of the Charmed Ones had gone down through the second generation and scattered into four: Wyatt, Chris, Mel, and Prue. Wyatt was out of the picture now, but he was evil to begin with. Now she needed Prue and Chris to be with her in order to restore the second generation of Charmed Ones.
But how was she going to take Chris? He was the one that was infected in the first place. Could she bring him here?
...
Prue slammed the book shut in hostility. This wasn't working. They were no closer to finding a pain removal spell that worked than they were an hour ago! Her mother was by the table, chewing off the eraser of her pencil and deep in thought over the creation of a new spell.
"Mom," Prue whined, "we're not getting anywhere. Have you come up with a spell yet? You've been sitting there for like, ever."
Phoebe jumped slightly, then turned to face Prue. "Huh?" Her face fell. "Oh, no, not yet, sweetie. I'm trying. It's just so confusing, I know that your aunt Paige tried to explain to me what Mel was doing, but...I don't think that Wyatt was right."
"What?" Prue asked angrily. "You knew what she was doing and you didn't tell me? Mom! That's not fair! You're all treating me like a baby! Just because I have powers like yours doesn't mean I'm stupid! I mean, you of all people should understand, considering you have the same sucky powers as I do!"
Phoebe sighed. "You know what? You're right. We have been leaving you out of things. Come here, sit by me. I'll tell you what I heard from Paige."
Prue set the Book of Shadows down by her mother and sat in the chair next to Phoebe, waiting expectantly for an explanation. Somewhere beneath all of this confusion, something had to make sense. Right?
"Mel and your Aunt Piper listened to Wyatt at some old office building. He was talking to a demon, you see." Phoebe thought carefully about how to make everything sound as simple as it could. "It was a shape-shifting demon that could make itself turn into anything it wanted to, even other people. Well, there's this antidote that we can use to save Chris—it's in the underworld, and only the one purest at heart can take it from these stones. Wyatt thought it was Mel, so the demon transformed into her, and Mel orbed to the underworld just now."
"Whoa..." Prue absorbed the information. "What didn't you think Wyatt was right about, mommy?"
"Well, I don't think the Mel would necessarily be the purest."
"But mommy, Mel's never done anything wrong!" Prue exclaimed, bouncing up from her seat. Mel was her role model, she had to be pure.
Phoebe laughed. "Oh, honey, I'd never doubt for a moment that Mel was a perfect girl. It's just, there's an entire next generation of Halliwells, not just Mel. Why would she be the purest? I don't understand—it could have been Chris or you, too. Why would Mel be the most likely in Wyatt's mind?" She paused for a moment, biting her lip. "I'm just not sure if this is gonna work or not."
Prue gave her mom a hug. "It'll be fine," she consoled Phoebe, "Mel's always doing things right."
It was then, snuggling in her mother's arms, did she remember the spell. She gasped in excitement and quickly pulled away from a shocked Phoebe, then pulled out the Book of Shadows and began flipping again.
"Here it is!" she shrieked. "The spell! It'll work against demonic poisons, but it's only temporary—like ten minutes, or something. If we kept using it, Chris would be okay for a while. I think...uh-oh. It says that if the spell isn't recited every ten minutes or so, the victim's at risk of dying..."
"Then we'll keep reciting it until we find a cure," Phoebe decided firmly. "We can't let him suffer."
Just then Paige ran in, looking frantic. "Chris," she panted, "he's dying. His temperature's gone up to 105 degrees, we can't talk to him. He's awake, but he can't hear us. He won't last long," she sobbed. "What are we going to do?"
"Prue found a spell," Phoebe suggested. "It has side effects, but if we do it correctly and repeatedly, it'll work."
"Hurry," Paige begged with pleading eyes. "Save him."
Paige grabbed Prue's and Phoebe's hands and orbed to medical wing. Piper and Leo were hovering over Chris' bed, Piper crying and tears welling up in Leo's eyes. Leo was squeezing Chris' hand, wishing with all of his heart that he could stop this before it was too late.
"Quickly," said Prue, shoving the Book in Piper's face. Piper seemed unfazed and distant. "Aunt Piper, quickly, we need to do this now!"
Piper reawakened to the world around her and saw Prue. "What is it, sweetie?" she crooned like Prue was a baby.
"Stop doing that!" Prue scolded. "I'm not stupid, you know! Anyways, read the spell, it'll help Chris—for a while at least. We all have to read it together. C'mon, stop with the wistful staring already! WAKE—THE HELL—UP!!"
Everybody in the room turned to face her.
"I'm so damn SICK of you all pretending I don't understand anything! My powers are the same as my mom's, and you don't treat her like you do me! Stop BABYING me and GET A GRIP, why don't you all? I stopped the tidal wave, didn't I? I know the Book of Shadows by heart, don't I? SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Silently, Piper took the book from Prue. Paige and Phoebe leaned over her shoulder to read the spell, and Piper lowered it so Prue could read it aloud as well. Prue felt oddly satisfied at her outburst. People wouldn't treat her differently than the cousins she adored. With Wyatt gone, they had no choice but to include her in the second generation's Power of Three. They weren't blind to her power.
Now she had finally felt for the first time that her family accepted her ability. She was going to fight with Mel and Chris, and she was going to win.
They read the spell aloud finally, then looked over at Chris expectantly. His shallow breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes, suddenly seeming very confused.
"Where am I?" he asked them all, glancing at the faces. Once he saw Paige, the relief washed over him. If Paige was here, then he was okay. "Where's Wyatt? Where's Mel? What...happened?"
"Don't you remember?" Paige asked him. "Wyatt hit you with a..." she glanced over at Prue, uncertain to whether or not she should hear this as well, then changed her mind. She knew what it was like being the baby of the family. "Darklighter arrow and injected you with poison. We found a temporary cure and Mel is—"
At that moment they heard an orbing jingle, and Mel, face tear-streaked, appeared in the room. "Chris, you're okay!" she screamed, running up to hug him. "But..." she turned to her mother and aunts. "This isn't going to last, is it? I can't get the antidote, but I think that if Prue and Chris come with me, we can get it. Together."
A/N: I'm gonna MURDER whomever created that DAMNED (excuse my language, I'm ANGRY) episode that KILLED OFF CHRIS!!! He's—my obsession—he's so...cool...so...amazingly hot...WHY??? At least they could've sent him back to the future PEACABLY to leave my mind at peace. Even in the end, it would've been cool if some ghost-Chris watched Leo and Piper meet up with baby Chris in the end of the episode, saying something like, "The future's been changed...I'm going back to my own time now. To a better place." Then disappearing. Then we'd know he made it to a better future! I mean, c'mon, is that TOO MUCH to ASK? I don't think SO!!!
I'm still gonna continue with my Chris-centered fics, of course, just...I may sob at the cruelty once in a while when the season seven episodes come on without Chris...I cried at the episode last night! I never cry about tv shows, normally I'm like 'Oh yeah, that's nice, somebody's dead. Won't expect to see him/her in the next episode' but that...THAT...THAT WAS HEART- WRENCHING, THE WAY LEO CRIED! I had to cry, because he did, so I've justified my immediate reaction.