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"Where's Savvy?"

The voice cut through his mind and he shot up in the apartment bed in cold sweat. What happened? Where was he? Then he remembered last night's events and angrily hit the back of his head on the wall. He'd orbed back to the apartment last night after realizing that he'd fallen asleep on the bridge.

He stood up to listen through the cracks in the wall and winced. His knuckles still hurt from the night before and his throat hurt, probably from screaming so much the night before.

"I dunno. I waited for her at her house to day, but she didn't come."

Chris' stomach lurched. No. There was no way that Wyatt would go after Savvy. She was only an innocent, only a thirteen-year-old girl that had no means of defense!

"I heard she was going crazy." Chris rolled his eyes, immediately recognizing Andrea's voice again. "She couldn't take it after they found the Halliwell kid's body in the alley and she keeps saying he's still alive. At one point she even said that it was Chris' brother's fault. That Wyatt kid."

"You mean that hot kid in high school? Didn't he, like, disappear?"

"Yeah. I guess that whole family's weird," Andrea mused.

"Weirder than you know," Chris whispered. He couldn't hear their voices anymore.

Was Savvy really looking for him? Did she know he was still alive? He'd never gotten the chance to say good-bye to her before he went into hiding. He'd only told her that he could start hiding any day now, but never when. Did she know where he'd go? She'd been at Victor's a number of times. Maybe she'd....

There was a knock at the door and he jumped up in shock. Half-expecting to see Savvy, he braced himself, opening the door to find...

"B-Bianca," he stuttered. "Isn't it a little early?"

"Not really." She let herself in and Chris watched her survey the apartment. "This place is so boring, they make all of the apartments the same."

Chris shrugged. "People are weird. Do you want some soda?"

"Sure. Thanks."

Chris found the pack of soda in the fridge, one of the few items that were left in there. "Here." He gave it to her and they were silent for a moment.

"So, where's your dad?" she asked casually.

"Where's your uncle?" he shot back.

She chuckled nervously. "Alright then, Andy...We can both keep our secrets."

Chris twitched again. She still thought he was Andy. Then again, horrible images of Bianca murdering her uncle filled his mind...the way she was so secretive, she might as well have. But Chris trusted her. At least he was pretty sure he did.

"We don't really know that much about each other, Andy," Bianca noted. "Tell me more about yourself."

"Like what?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I dunno...let's start with your age. How old are you?"

"Fourteen," he said simply. "You?"

"Thirteen."

'Just like Savvy,' he couldn't help but think. Savvy. He needed to remember Savvy. Sooner or later she'd find him.

"Okay, then what's your last name?"

Chris nearly choked on his soda. Last name...he wasn't counting on coming up with a last name, too. Suddenly an entry in the Book of Shadows came to mind: Melinda Warren left England and arrived in America in 1654 with her two-year-old daughter, Cassandra. Her descendants include branches of the Grants, the Morgans, and the Marstons...(don't contradict this cuz I got it straight out of the first Charmed book!!)

"Marston," he said suddenly. "C-Andy Marston."

"Cool. My last name's Lynn."

There was a prolonged silence in the room. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" asked Chris after a while.

Bianca shook her head. "No, I was an only child." Then suddenly an idea hit her. Maybe Chris and her master, Wyatt, were related after all. As crazy as it seemed, especially because Wyatt had never mentioned it, she decided to investigate the subject. "Do you have any siblings?"

"One," he responded. "And a cousin."

"What are their names?"

"My cousin's name was Mel. She's dead," he said uncomfortably.

"Oh. What about your brother?"

"Andy" looked at the floor. "I think he's dead." Bianca could tell by the way he winced at those words that it was a total lie.

"Older or younger?"

"Older. And a bastard," he added, mostly to himself.

Bianca giggled. "Sibling rivalry?"

"Much worse."

"Oh." Bianca traced a circle in the dusty floor with her sandal. "What do you like to do for fun?" she asked lamely.

He shrugged. "I like to do some stuff after school...you know, like basketball and swim team. Mel and I used to bike a lot."

"Did you go to the same school as those girls that just passed?"

"Yeah. It's weird, since they all think I'm—they—they all think I've moved," he stuttered. He'd almost told her "since they all think I'm dead," but that would've given him away in an instant. But something told him that he wasn't fooling this girl one bit.

"Ah. That's sucks. So, did you hear that some kid named Chris Halliwell died the other day? He went to your school. Did you know him?"

Chris' heart lurched and he felt himself start to sweat. "Uh, no, I don't believe we ever met."

"Oh really? Because I can't put my finger on it...I mean, you two seem so alike...CHRIS."

"What? What did you just call me?"

"I traced back the school records. You're an identical match to Chris Halliwell," she lied, when in truth she'd been informed by her master. "You either have a lost twin brother or you're the son of a Charmed One and an Elder."

He opened his mouth to object but gave up. It was no use. "Sorry," he mumbled after a moment.

"Don't be. You were only trying to protect yourself. I can understand that." She paused, running a finger on the microwave as if studying the murky reflection of her hand in the appliance.

They remained quiet for a minute. Chris shuffled his feet and Bianca stared at the ceiling. "I should go," Bianca said after a moment. "My uncle...might...uh..."

"Wonder where you are," Chris finished for her. "Sure."

"See ya." She was about to close his door behind her, but she was just too curious. She had to ask, even if it was betraying her master in a twisted sort of way. "Chris...your brother..."

"I don't want to talk about it," he interrupted, staring at his shoes. "Please."

"Right." She left the door, kicking herself for even daring to almost ask, "Is your brother's name Wyatt?"

But she hadn't. She breathed a sigh of relief. Chris' little interruption spared her from betraying her master and violating his trust...that was unheard of in a world of phoenixes.

Besides, who said that this brother of Chris' was Wyatt? That was absurd. Wyatt was all-powerful. Chris was good.

She'd thought about this before, the last time the possibility had crossed her mind. Thinking about Chris being "good" had made her feel angry and resent him before, but this time—well, it didn't seem so bad. But she still preferred evil.

...

"You've been questioning him, I presume. Getting to know him," Wyatt guessed.

"Yes, Master Wyatt," Bianca responded. "I came in this morning. He's told me about his school and admitted his true identity. His favorite sports are basketball, swimming, and—"

"Biking," Wyatt finished for her out of nowhere. "Um, I suppose. I don't really know. I've never seen the kid in my life," he added quickly. "He's a threat, though."

"What's the next step?" asked Bianca carefully.

"Get closer to him. Even romantically, if you must. Gain his trust."

"But how does that erase him as a threat?" Bianca gulped. She had this horrible feeling that she knew what he was thinking.

"When he least expects it," he said maliciously, enjoying the words that rolled off his tongue, "you will kill him."

Bianca felt her stomach lurch. How could she...?

"Yes, Master. Excellent," she heard herself say. She shimmered out.

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Um...I finally updated!! YAY!!