Disclaimer: Even though I wrote this story I own nothing. sobs incoherently All of the characters belong to whoever owns Charmed which I think is Warner Brothers studios but I'm not sure. Any who point is I really own nothing. Well not nothing really if I think about it I own a few things. checks pockets well... I've got a bus ticket and YAY five bucks anyway I own no charmed characters EXCEPT for little Prue, Vanessa, Lisa Wenwen, the pigtail girl (Pythia), Potter, Bridget, Zangog, Drew, Gavin and oh this is ridiculous; just any unfamiliar face. If anyone wants to use any of my characters please be my guest but just tell me you want to use them first. Anyway enjoy.

A/N: Thanks to all those who have reviewed. Your comments were helpful in writing the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing. But can I just say one thing what is "netspeak". Anyone who knows can they please email me at or review and explain because I really don't know what it means. Anyways getting past that I hope that you enjoy this chapter. There is a bit of a cliffhanger at the end (I hope) LOL. ENJOY!!! If you did like it let me know and if you didn't let me know still!! Thanks "ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Chappie 10: Chris

"Potions my specialty" Chris beamed at Prue and cracked his knuckles. Desperately trying to lighten the mood. She simply looked at him without expression and turned around to check the cupboard and see what potions they had already.

Chris nodded slowly his attempt to make her smile completely failed. He raised a hand to brush away the cowlick from his eyes. He moved over to stand next to Prue, licking his lips slightly.

"So..." he said

"Do you think...?" she turned suddenly to face him

"Yes"

"But what if..."

"He's gonna always rule your life if you don't"

She looked at him desperation evident in her eyes. "I don't know if I can do it by myself."

"We're here with you every step of the way sis" he punched her lightly in the arm. "You didn't forget about us did you?"

She gave him a slightly watery smile and elbowed him softly back. "Thanks"

"Any time sis"

"So what are we going to put in our fantastical potion Mr. Potions Master?"

"Well the mandrake variation is the most powerful potion we've got. Maybe we can start from there." Chris

suggested.

"Yeah, at least then we start with something powerful and build on it..."

"Umm... we could add some cowbane, that causes paralysis of the respiratory system"

"Yeah but do they breathe?" Prue raised her eyebrows inquisitively

"Regardless is causes pain, lots of pain. Even if they don't breathe when mixed with the mandrake root it can cause a more painful death therefore making the potion more powerful" he tilted his head to one sight slightly, satisfied with his answer. He was good at making potions, he got it from his mother, out of the three of them potions were his specialty and he knew it. He turned to grab the ingredient.

"One day your heads going to burst because ego has filled it entirely. I swear." She shook her head slightly, widened her eyes and raised her hands in front of her as though to fend him off.

He rolled his eyes. "You just wanna be me." He shrugged feigning modesty. "It's okay. It's quite natural"

She looked at him shaking her head, her mouth slightly upturned as she resisted the urge to laugh at him. Biting her lip she couldn't hold it in and gave a chortle. He smiled happy that he had at least made her forget about Leo for a little while. She gave in and turned to get the mortar and pestle to add the cowbane to their already made mandrake potion. She gathered the bowl and poured the ready made potions into them.

"You reckon we should tell mom?" she asked squinting as she glanced up at him.

Chris held the cowbane with tongs over the mortar but glanced quickly at her "I dunno, I mean maybe we should."

She turned to face him completely hip resting on the bench as she gathered her long brown with her hands tying it into a ponytail. She sighed pulling the newly made ponytail over her left shoulder and playing with it nervously.

Chris studied her out of the corner of his eye as he lowered the cowbane into the bowl. It was a big battle, they could all die. That was painful to think that this could be his last day. Dead tomorrow. No wonder she was nervous, if they lost, he and Wy would die but she'd be turned evil, total evil. Queen of evil to be correct. Queen of evil, big title for a small girl, and she was small, fourteen was hardly the time to be thinking of ruling the underworld but it didn't matter, they were going to win.

BOOM

The potion emitted a purple smoke which furled upwards in the figure of a raging dragon much like Chinese New Year. It's head lolled about then snapped at the two of them before letting a huge roar loose and disappearing slowly.

"Cowbane's a Chinese herb" he informed Prue explaining the presence of the dragon

She shrugged, "As long as it works, I don't care if it's Ukraine."

"Isn't that where Weniweni's from" he inquired scooping potion into the vial and capping it.

"Hence my point" she raised her eyebrows slightly and giggled as she capped her first two vials.

"If you don't like her why are friends with her? My God this is taking too long" he asked as he telekinetically scooped ten bottles at once into the bowl and capped them simultaneously.

"Good idea. I don't know bout Weniweni it's just hard to get away from her, I suppose" she shrugged as she imitated Chris' telekinetic action. Soon over forty bottles were filled with the volatile combination.

"Yeah I know what you mean" he replied remembering the last time he had gone to the movies with Prue and Weniweni. Prue had begged him and so he reluctantly had gone with them to see "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" even though he really didn't see what the big fuss was about. Real magic was way more interesting that anything that movie could offer. He had pointed this out to Prue but she had hit him and pleaded for him to come with her. The whole day he had spent fending off Weniweni's advances which weren't subtle. When buying popcorn she had latched onto his arm and started rubbing her head along the length of it making him feel grateful that he hadn't worn short sleeves because he was sure that if he had she would have licked him. Prue had done nothing to help him but stand there and laugh. When they got into the movie theatre she had tried her hardest to sit next to him but Prue had at last decided to help him slightly and sat in between the two of them. To a normal girl this may have been a hint but Weniweni was anything but a normal girl, during the adds she had leaned over Prue and begun to stroke his hand which was resting on the chair arm. He had jerked back and tried to lean towards the other side of the chair. Even Prue had snapped at Weniweni to keep her hands to herself but she didn't. Every five minutes her body would lean over Prue and try and stroke him. About the same time Albus Dumbledore was addressing the students at the start of school feast he had sprung from his seat as her hand had caressed the top of his leg and spent the rest of the movie on a "toilet break". He met the two of them after the movie feigning a stomach ache to Weniweni to decline dinner and grabbed Prue's hand angrily whirling her from the cinema's. That was a whole year ago, Weniweni had only been thirteen and he had never been to another place where she would be. It was a source of amusement for both Wyatt and Prue that Weniweni liked Chris more than others.

"Chris!!" Suddenly she was on him, pushing him to the ground as an energy ball whirled over their heads.

A dark haired man had flamed into the kitchen. His brown hair spiked slightly at the front, he looked no more than twenty years old. His blue eyes gleamed with excitement.

"My first kill" he chortled.

From his position underneath Prue, Chris turned slightly to exchange a glance with her. She looked as confused as he felt. His first kill. At the Halliwell mansion. His first kill. The words seemed wrong.

Prue eased herself off Chris and slowly peeked over the bench. Turning to him she mouthed "Info"

Before he could respond she had stood slowly and walked around the front of the bench. "First kill?" she inquired.

Chris telekinetically threw the potion vials into an open tote bag at the base of the bench and then threw the bag in the open cupboard. He then raised himself to see the demon properly.

"You scared witch?" he asked cockily.

She gave a short laugh, "Not in the least."

"You should learn some respect then." He swung his hand making a large energy ball. She raised her hands and blew it up in his face. His mouth formed a perfect O as he watched the display.

"What..." his eyes were wide and he backed up slowly.

"You don't know who I am" she said cheerily "Prue Halliwell and you know what? I'm having a really bad day so we're gonna hurry this up." She tipped her head to the side and looked at the demon straight in the eye.

"Halliwell?" his eyes looked like plates and he began to breathe heavily. He turned to flame away but Prue was quicker and raised her arms to create a fireball meant for killing, she held it to his throat.

"Yeah you were jibbed" she scrunched her nose slightly, "who sent you?"

He laughed slightly and she pushed the fireball closer to his face. He stopped. "You'll find out soon enough." He told her smugly.

She breathed sharply and glared, lowering the fireball she made it slightly smaller and threw it at his legs. They burst into flames. Using subtle telekinesis she let his legs burn to ash but kept him alive, smiling all the while as the demon screamed imitating a room of screeching cats.

"I don't like surprises. Why don't you tell me now?" she growled.

Chris stood silently behind her wondering why there was something familiar about this demon. Had he seen him before on one of his hunts in the underworld with Wyatt or did he just look like someone, maybe he was a power broker, they all looked the same.

The demon whimpered. "Please don't kill me" he sniffled

"WHO SENT YOU" Angry now she yelled at the disgusting creature now covered in his own tears.

"I did" A masculine voice sounded from the door. Chris and Prue both turned to see who was speaking but were thrown violently off their feet and through the opposite wall. Chris vainly tried to grab hold of Prue and orb her upstairs because although she could flameorb he knew that she would never think of running away from the demon that just attacked. She meanwhile was simply trying to levitate in the air so she could turn and fight.

Chris fell through the wall on his stomach arms rising just in time to shield his nose from breaking on impact. Prue however had managed to turn herself around in mid air and crashed through the wall on her back. Just as they landed on the ground the floor turned to flames and a black sucking vortex appeared. Flames surrounded the whole and noisily whirled around it as the two were sucked into it. Chris tried to orb but found he couldn't. Panicking he also tried to levitate and get out of the line of fire but nothing was working, he fought against the sucking trying to ignore the roar of noise around him and find something to grab onto but couldn't. Slowly and fighting all the way he was sucked into the hole. He heard Prue's high pitched scream and he wondered faintly who it was that sprung them from the back but then he was sucked into a roar of black fire and the last thing he heard was Prue's angry declaration:

"CHRIS!!! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM!!! I'LL KILL YOU"

A/N: So how was that??? There wasn't a huge amount of action at the start but I hope that there was a lot of action that happened towards the end. Anyway tell me what you think like always. Any tidbits about it or whatever you can think off. Thanks to everyone who has bothered to read all this. I'm really thankful!!!! Hope you enjoyed it!!!! Please review. Do you think I should keep going or leave it for dead??