Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed and I'm in so much grief over this fact
that I can hardly accept it, let alone write it on fanfic and display my
humiliation to the world!!
Hey, peeps—thanks for all the great reviews!! Everybody's so nice, I totally appreciate it!
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Once he finally got up to the attic, he found everyone busy at work. Bianca and Colin stood by the shelves, surveying the potion ingredients. Mel and Prue were busy at work with their rhyming dictionary at the couch, pencil and paper in hand.
"Should we try these ingredients? One's innocence and the other is the symbol of opposites..."
"No, those two would react in an explosion..."
"What rhymes with bastard?"
"Mel, stop that..."
Chris smiled slightly before grabbing a pen and pencil himself and sitting on the couch by Mel and Prue. He sketched a faint outline of their bedroom, making different marks for doors, windows, and furniture. He drew a red dot for Wyatt and blue, yellow, pink, purple, and green dots for himself, Colin, Prue, Bianca, and Mel. Now, he'd get on with the plan...
They all spoke in hushed whispers in the urgency of the event for a good four hours (though time had been stopped, thanks to Chris) before everyone was finished. Chris set down the plan, ten vials of five different potions were ready for test runs, and three different spells were folded neatly onto a stack.
"Everyone finished?" asked Chris, standing back up from his stationary position. He cringed and Phoebe almost held out to try and balance him, then remember that they were at risk of being caught. Luckily Chris righted himself before anyone noticed.
"Yup," came a chorus of replies.
"Okay...let's go over everything, starting with the spells."
"Alright-y then!" Mel exclaimed. "The second one?"
Prue nodded and they unfolded one of the spells.
"Hear my words, hear my cry
Heed the hope within my mind,
Change the killer, turn him back
To the lighter side in his past."
They finished the spell with proud, eager expressions on their faces. Chris smiled weakly and nodded his approval towards the spell (a/n—yes, it's the beginning of the time travel spell, but I have my REASONS....).
"Okay, we have the potions. Bianca just finished mixing them," Colin explained. "Now we just have to test them."
"Okay, I got Wyatt's coat," said Bianca, placing it on the attic floor. She threw the first potion—BAM!!
"Okay, um, no..." Bianca decided, a bit frazzled. "We don't wanna vanquish him or anything."
"Next one." Colin handed her a blood red potion this time and she threw it.
The jacket burst into flames and thinking fast, Chris used telekinesis to dump Prue's glass of water on it to put it out. "Phew, that was close," Chris sighed. "Try the next one..."
"Sure." Bianca threw a light-blue one with a foggy base. It hissed at contact with the jacket, dissolving into the fabric. Everyone grinned.
"That'll work, good job," Chris praised. "Now, here's the plan..."
He laid out the paper he'd been using and explained their different positions. "Here's Wyatt, by the bed in red marker. Prue and Bianca, you're the purple and pink dots in the back by the door, farthest from him. Prue, stay invisible unless he comes near you, and if you can control it, levitate and fight him. Bianca, use your powers against Wyatt if he gives us trouble and be ready to shimmer out with Prue if anything goes wrong. Colin, you're up in front with me— you use fireballs to protect the girls if anything goes wrong. I'll be there to freeze him if something happens, but remember, we can only use the spell and potion if he's unfrozen. Mel, you're going to be at the door. I want you to astral project behind him and distract him while we're counteracting his evil." He sighed. "Everybody got that? Tomorrow at dusk, we strike."
"Sure," said Bianca. She turned to the younger three. "You all head down to bed, it's pretty late—even if it's technically still nine o'clock."
With great, big yawns, they departed sleepily down to their respective bedrooms.
Chris rubbed his eyes, trying not to fall asleep. Phoebe was getting empathy vibes off of him in his state.
"He's in pain," she complained quietly. "And he's angry, a little scared and confused, too."
"This isn't our timeline, we can't help," Paige tried to rationalize.
"We were the ones that did this! Leo wouldn't be avoiding Piper if she hadn't..."
"Chris, are you okay?" asked Bianca, putting a hand on his shoulder.
His face was pale and sweaty, but he nodded. "Sure, I'm coming down the stairs in a minute. Why don't you go put them all to bed?" he suggested. "You know how they'll stay up..."
"Good idea." She gave him one last look of uncertainty before leaving to get the tweens.
Chris tried to walk but gasped in pain, clutching at his side again. He fell to his knees in silence, trying to call out for help, but he only collapsed and fell unconscious.
"Chris!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"What if we've killed him?" Paige screamed hysterically. "Piper had to leave with Brian, now his whitelighter is busy and no one can heal him! What are we gonna do!?"
"We can't do anything," Phoebe choked, repeating Paige's previous words.
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A/N—I made the world's evilest cliffhanger!! Supposedly, that is...who wants to CHALLENGE me? Just not with a Chris story, cuz cliffies on Chris stories drive me up the wall...just like I'm probably driving all of you guys up the wall...MWAHAHAH!
Hey, it's my 14th b-day in two weeks! I'm doing a Charmed theme...must get downloads off of internet hugs pic of Drew Fuller possessively MINE!!
Hey, peeps—thanks for all the great reviews!! Everybody's so nice, I totally appreciate it!
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))) ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))) )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Once he finally got up to the attic, he found everyone busy at work. Bianca and Colin stood by the shelves, surveying the potion ingredients. Mel and Prue were busy at work with their rhyming dictionary at the couch, pencil and paper in hand.
"Should we try these ingredients? One's innocence and the other is the symbol of opposites..."
"No, those two would react in an explosion..."
"What rhymes with bastard?"
"Mel, stop that..."
Chris smiled slightly before grabbing a pen and pencil himself and sitting on the couch by Mel and Prue. He sketched a faint outline of their bedroom, making different marks for doors, windows, and furniture. He drew a red dot for Wyatt and blue, yellow, pink, purple, and green dots for himself, Colin, Prue, Bianca, and Mel. Now, he'd get on with the plan...
They all spoke in hushed whispers in the urgency of the event for a good four hours (though time had been stopped, thanks to Chris) before everyone was finished. Chris set down the plan, ten vials of five different potions were ready for test runs, and three different spells were folded neatly onto a stack.
"Everyone finished?" asked Chris, standing back up from his stationary position. He cringed and Phoebe almost held out to try and balance him, then remember that they were at risk of being caught. Luckily Chris righted himself before anyone noticed.
"Yup," came a chorus of replies.
"Okay...let's go over everything, starting with the spells."
"Alright-y then!" Mel exclaimed. "The second one?"
Prue nodded and they unfolded one of the spells.
"Hear my words, hear my cry
Heed the hope within my mind,
Change the killer, turn him back
To the lighter side in his past."
They finished the spell with proud, eager expressions on their faces. Chris smiled weakly and nodded his approval towards the spell (a/n—yes, it's the beginning of the time travel spell, but I have my REASONS....).
"Okay, we have the potions. Bianca just finished mixing them," Colin explained. "Now we just have to test them."
"Okay, I got Wyatt's coat," said Bianca, placing it on the attic floor. She threw the first potion—BAM!!
"Okay, um, no..." Bianca decided, a bit frazzled. "We don't wanna vanquish him or anything."
"Next one." Colin handed her a blood red potion this time and she threw it.
The jacket burst into flames and thinking fast, Chris used telekinesis to dump Prue's glass of water on it to put it out. "Phew, that was close," Chris sighed. "Try the next one..."
"Sure." Bianca threw a light-blue one with a foggy base. It hissed at contact with the jacket, dissolving into the fabric. Everyone grinned.
"That'll work, good job," Chris praised. "Now, here's the plan..."
He laid out the paper he'd been using and explained their different positions. "Here's Wyatt, by the bed in red marker. Prue and Bianca, you're the purple and pink dots in the back by the door, farthest from him. Prue, stay invisible unless he comes near you, and if you can control it, levitate and fight him. Bianca, use your powers against Wyatt if he gives us trouble and be ready to shimmer out with Prue if anything goes wrong. Colin, you're up in front with me— you use fireballs to protect the girls if anything goes wrong. I'll be there to freeze him if something happens, but remember, we can only use the spell and potion if he's unfrozen. Mel, you're going to be at the door. I want you to astral project behind him and distract him while we're counteracting his evil." He sighed. "Everybody got that? Tomorrow at dusk, we strike."
"Sure," said Bianca. She turned to the younger three. "You all head down to bed, it's pretty late—even if it's technically still nine o'clock."
With great, big yawns, they departed sleepily down to their respective bedrooms.
Chris rubbed his eyes, trying not to fall asleep. Phoebe was getting empathy vibes off of him in his state.
"He's in pain," she complained quietly. "And he's angry, a little scared and confused, too."
"This isn't our timeline, we can't help," Paige tried to rationalize.
"We were the ones that did this! Leo wouldn't be avoiding Piper if she hadn't..."
"Chris, are you okay?" asked Bianca, putting a hand on his shoulder.
His face was pale and sweaty, but he nodded. "Sure, I'm coming down the stairs in a minute. Why don't you go put them all to bed?" he suggested. "You know how they'll stay up..."
"Good idea." She gave him one last look of uncertainty before leaving to get the tweens.
Chris tried to walk but gasped in pain, clutching at his side again. He fell to his knees in silence, trying to call out for help, but he only collapsed and fell unconscious.
"Chris!" Phoebe exclaimed.
"What if we've killed him?" Paige screamed hysterically. "Piper had to leave with Brian, now his whitelighter is busy and no one can heal him! What are we gonna do!?"
"We can't do anything," Phoebe choked, repeating Paige's previous words.
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A/N—I made the world's evilest cliffhanger!! Supposedly, that is...who wants to CHALLENGE me? Just not with a Chris story, cuz cliffies on Chris stories drive me up the wall...just like I'm probably driving all of you guys up the wall...MWAHAHAH!
Hey, it's my 14th b-day in two weeks! I'm doing a Charmed theme...must get downloads off of internet hugs pic of Drew Fuller possessively MINE!!