Disclaimer: I still don't own Charmed or Drew Fuller...Hey, you know that
episode where the evil demon dude possesses Prue into marrying him? Can
peoples do that with Drew Fuller? Oooo, me try first!!!
Piper and Leo went after Chris, and, to their surprise, ended right back up into the P3. Chris sputtered and gasped for breath as he hit the floor with a sickening crunch from about ten feet in the air. He moaned.
"Chris, you're back—damn it, what happened?!" Bianca ran up to him. "Prue, Prue, Prue—"
"I see him, I got it," Prue said shakily, trying to calm her "niece" down. She bent over and began to heal him. He sat up but found he was too weak to stand. "Where were you?" she asked gently. "Where are the others?"
Chris' eyes welled up with tears. "I couldn't save them. It's my fault."
"What do you mean?"
"They're dead," he choked. "It's all my fault. I couldn't protect them...Wyatt—Wyatt killed them all right in front of me, I—I couldn't do...anything..." He buried his head in his knees in sorrow and muffled his sobs. "I'm sorry..."
"They're really...dead?" Bianca whispered. Prue wrapped Bianca and Chris into a hug and Mark joined them. The four of them, the last survivors of the Halliwell line, sobbed for their lost ones.
"I didn't think I'd lose my children when they were so young," Mark cried. "Bindle...Bailey...they're gone..."
"And the twins..."
The four intruders from the past stood by the bar counter, rooted to the spot. Piper was clinging inseparably (and maybe uncomfortably on Leo's part) to Leo's arm and sobbing; Phoebe was .rubbing her temples and crying softly; Paige was staring straight ahead, expression matching Phoebe's.
"Maybe we shouldn't have come here," Piper said quietly.
"No," Leo contradicted. "We needed to know this. Now we can understand."
They all pulled away from each other a half hour or so later. "It wasn't your fault, Chris...there was nothing you could've done," said Prue.
Chris turned his head the other way and didn't say anything in response. "I'm just...gonna do my homework...."
Prue nodded.
"Get to bed tonight early Chris. You ought to start sleeping...especially after Wyatt..." The rest went without saying. They were all in bed by ten o'clock, either having cried themselves to sleep or falling back onto the mattresses in exhaustion.
Phoebe wordlessly raised her right hand and sped time up to the next morning.
Prue and Mark were still asleep. Chris stood at the doorway, staring at the floor and waiting for Bianca, who was carelessly and recklessly shoving books into her book bag. Chris pretended not to notice her frown as they walked out the door.
Chris started to walk off to the right of the P3 but Bianca pulled him to the left.
"What—?"
"Don't ask, just follow," she snapped. Leo and the sisters had a hard time keeping up to them at the pace Bianca was pulling Chris. Finally she stopped abruptly and shoved him deep into an alley.
"We can't do this any longer," she said harshly, gritting her teeth.
"What do you mean?" asked Chris, struggling to get out of her firm grasp on his arm.
"Wyatt. We can't fight him any longer." Bianca released him and turned her back to where he stood. "There's no way. We've lost everyone, Chris..." She faced him once more. "If we join Wyatt, we'll be powerful enough to please him. He'll keep us alive. It's the only way that we can stay together."
Chris looked at her pleadingly. "Bianca...what's happened to you?"
"Reality's happened to me. I can see clearly now Chris. Some things are meant to be and joining Wyatt is definitely one of them."
"You...you can't do this!" Chris yelled. "Look at all we fought for! You've got it all wrong—"
"Don't tell me what we're doing wrong, we've lost everything doing what we thought was right—"
"Because we ARE right! Do you really want to kill innocents? Do you really want to be an over-controlling power-hungry screw that ENJOYS watching other people SUFFER!? What the hell do you would think that the ones we lost would say after they fought it until the end?"
"MY mother would be pleased, remember?" said Bianca coldly.
"Bianca...I love you. Don't do this," Chris begged.
"It's already been decided. I'm leaving. If you don't join me...this may be the last time I see you..." She tried to lean in to kiss him but Chris orbed away and reappeared behind her.
"Have it your way—I HOPE I never see you again!" He screamed. "JUST LEAVE! DON'T COME BACK!"
"I'll come back for you, Chris, when you finally realize that there is no escape..." She shimmered away.
Chris stood for a moment, shaking with rage, fists balled by his side. He screamed in fury and kicked the alley wall. "I'LL KILL YOU, WYATT!" He orbed away.
"I'm gonna go with Piper and uh...follow Chris. Alone," he added quickly.
Phoebe nodded. "C'mon Paige," she said, grabbing her sister's arm, "let's go back to the P3..."
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"What do you mean Chris and Bianca didn't come into school today?" Prue asked, face etched with worry as she shifted the phone on her shoulder. "Uh- huh. Okay. I see...They didn't tell me about being tardy all those days...No, they aren't the type to cut class, I know that they're very diligent about their schoolwork...Yes, I'll be sure to call you if they come back...Right. Thank you. I'll, uh, call their cell phone if they come back. Yes. I'm sure they will. Good-bye."
She slammed down the phone. "CHRISTOPER PERRY HALLIWELL!! BIANCA LYNN (a/n—her mom's name if anyone remembers)!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
Mark stood up. "I...Prue, I have this feeling that they're not coming back."
She sunk to the floor. "Do you think...Wyatt got them?" she sobbed.
Mark didn't answer—they were frozen.
"Chris," Paige muttered.
((()))
Chris was at the Golden Gate Bridge, as Leo suspected. Time all around them was frozen. Cars stopped; seagulls hovered in midair, motionless; the waves themselves didn't continue to splash. Chris was on the highest pillar, thrashing at the poles with his fists and accomplishing nothing but gaining very bloody knuckles.
But he kept at it.
His face was contorted in pain and anger and betrayal, but he didn't cry. It was if all of his tears had been spent and he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'll never join Wyatt, Bianca or no Bianca," he screamed. "I'm not going back to the P3. I can't. I'm sorry, Aunt Prue..."
Past Brian orbed in behind them. "We're gonna have to skip about a month since nothing exactly eventful will happen in them and we don't want you to be here forever. Chris has been living on the streets in this month, avoiding Prue, Mark, and...generally the whole family; or what's left of it. He's been vanquishing demon after demon and even the Rebellion's lost track of him since he's got a mindset on stopping Wyatt himself. You're not going to like what you see."
Piper looked over at her son. "What could be worse than this?"
"Don't jinx it." Brian sighed. "Paige and Phoebe are already there. They'll meet you...take my hand."
They orbed into an alley.
"I don't see Chris," was the first thing Piper was able to say.
"Look down," said Phoebe, tears in her eyes.
Piper screamed.
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A/N—So, how do you like it? Sorry it's been so long. I gotta give the comp to my evil brother cuz he's bugging the crap outta me, so, uh....bye.
Piper and Leo went after Chris, and, to their surprise, ended right back up into the P3. Chris sputtered and gasped for breath as he hit the floor with a sickening crunch from about ten feet in the air. He moaned.
"Chris, you're back—damn it, what happened?!" Bianca ran up to him. "Prue, Prue, Prue—"
"I see him, I got it," Prue said shakily, trying to calm her "niece" down. She bent over and began to heal him. He sat up but found he was too weak to stand. "Where were you?" she asked gently. "Where are the others?"
Chris' eyes welled up with tears. "I couldn't save them. It's my fault."
"What do you mean?"
"They're dead," he choked. "It's all my fault. I couldn't protect them...Wyatt—Wyatt killed them all right in front of me, I—I couldn't do...anything..." He buried his head in his knees in sorrow and muffled his sobs. "I'm sorry..."
"They're really...dead?" Bianca whispered. Prue wrapped Bianca and Chris into a hug and Mark joined them. The four of them, the last survivors of the Halliwell line, sobbed for their lost ones.
"I didn't think I'd lose my children when they were so young," Mark cried. "Bindle...Bailey...they're gone..."
"And the twins..."
The four intruders from the past stood by the bar counter, rooted to the spot. Piper was clinging inseparably (and maybe uncomfortably on Leo's part) to Leo's arm and sobbing; Phoebe was .rubbing her temples and crying softly; Paige was staring straight ahead, expression matching Phoebe's.
"Maybe we shouldn't have come here," Piper said quietly.
"No," Leo contradicted. "We needed to know this. Now we can understand."
They all pulled away from each other a half hour or so later. "It wasn't your fault, Chris...there was nothing you could've done," said Prue.
Chris turned his head the other way and didn't say anything in response. "I'm just...gonna do my homework...."
Prue nodded.
"Get to bed tonight early Chris. You ought to start sleeping...especially after Wyatt..." The rest went without saying. They were all in bed by ten o'clock, either having cried themselves to sleep or falling back onto the mattresses in exhaustion.
Phoebe wordlessly raised her right hand and sped time up to the next morning.
Prue and Mark were still asleep. Chris stood at the doorway, staring at the floor and waiting for Bianca, who was carelessly and recklessly shoving books into her book bag. Chris pretended not to notice her frown as they walked out the door.
Chris started to walk off to the right of the P3 but Bianca pulled him to the left.
"What—?"
"Don't ask, just follow," she snapped. Leo and the sisters had a hard time keeping up to them at the pace Bianca was pulling Chris. Finally she stopped abruptly and shoved him deep into an alley.
"We can't do this any longer," she said harshly, gritting her teeth.
"What do you mean?" asked Chris, struggling to get out of her firm grasp on his arm.
"Wyatt. We can't fight him any longer." Bianca released him and turned her back to where he stood. "There's no way. We've lost everyone, Chris..." She faced him once more. "If we join Wyatt, we'll be powerful enough to please him. He'll keep us alive. It's the only way that we can stay together."
Chris looked at her pleadingly. "Bianca...what's happened to you?"
"Reality's happened to me. I can see clearly now Chris. Some things are meant to be and joining Wyatt is definitely one of them."
"You...you can't do this!" Chris yelled. "Look at all we fought for! You've got it all wrong—"
"Don't tell me what we're doing wrong, we've lost everything doing what we thought was right—"
"Because we ARE right! Do you really want to kill innocents? Do you really want to be an over-controlling power-hungry screw that ENJOYS watching other people SUFFER!? What the hell do you would think that the ones we lost would say after they fought it until the end?"
"MY mother would be pleased, remember?" said Bianca coldly.
"Bianca...I love you. Don't do this," Chris begged.
"It's already been decided. I'm leaving. If you don't join me...this may be the last time I see you..." She tried to lean in to kiss him but Chris orbed away and reappeared behind her.
"Have it your way—I HOPE I never see you again!" He screamed. "JUST LEAVE! DON'T COME BACK!"
"I'll come back for you, Chris, when you finally realize that there is no escape..." She shimmered away.
Chris stood for a moment, shaking with rage, fists balled by his side. He screamed in fury and kicked the alley wall. "I'LL KILL YOU, WYATT!" He orbed away.
"I'm gonna go with Piper and uh...follow Chris. Alone," he added quickly.
Phoebe nodded. "C'mon Paige," she said, grabbing her sister's arm, "let's go back to the P3..."
((()))
"What do you mean Chris and Bianca didn't come into school today?" Prue asked, face etched with worry as she shifted the phone on her shoulder. "Uh- huh. Okay. I see...They didn't tell me about being tardy all those days...No, they aren't the type to cut class, I know that they're very diligent about their schoolwork...Yes, I'll be sure to call you if they come back...Right. Thank you. I'll, uh, call their cell phone if they come back. Yes. I'm sure they will. Good-bye."
She slammed down the phone. "CHRISTOPER PERRY HALLIWELL!! BIANCA LYNN (a/n—her mom's name if anyone remembers)!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
Mark stood up. "I...Prue, I have this feeling that they're not coming back."
She sunk to the floor. "Do you think...Wyatt got them?" she sobbed.
Mark didn't answer—they were frozen.
"Chris," Paige muttered.
((()))
Chris was at the Golden Gate Bridge, as Leo suspected. Time all around them was frozen. Cars stopped; seagulls hovered in midair, motionless; the waves themselves didn't continue to splash. Chris was on the highest pillar, thrashing at the poles with his fists and accomplishing nothing but gaining very bloody knuckles.
But he kept at it.
His face was contorted in pain and anger and betrayal, but he didn't cry. It was if all of his tears had been spent and he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'll never join Wyatt, Bianca or no Bianca," he screamed. "I'm not going back to the P3. I can't. I'm sorry, Aunt Prue..."
Past Brian orbed in behind them. "We're gonna have to skip about a month since nothing exactly eventful will happen in them and we don't want you to be here forever. Chris has been living on the streets in this month, avoiding Prue, Mark, and...generally the whole family; or what's left of it. He's been vanquishing demon after demon and even the Rebellion's lost track of him since he's got a mindset on stopping Wyatt himself. You're not going to like what you see."
Piper looked over at her son. "What could be worse than this?"
"Don't jinx it." Brian sighed. "Paige and Phoebe are already there. They'll meet you...take my hand."
They orbed into an alley.
"I don't see Chris," was the first thing Piper was able to say.
"Look down," said Phoebe, tears in her eyes.
Piper screamed.
((()))
A/N—So, how do you like it? Sorry it's been so long. I gotta give the comp to my evil brother cuz he's bugging the crap outta me, so, uh....bye.