Disclaimer: I own myself and a few select other items, but I don't own
Charmed...Can we buy Drew Fuller on Ebay? My friend said that Ebay had
endless possibilities. Drew is a possibility! –my friend pops my dream
balloon and brings me back to reality— Of course Drew isn't available on
Ebay! We have to get rid of Sarah first! Who's with me?! MWAHAHA! Of
course, though, he's mine once we're through.
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"What was that?" Bianca whimpered.
"It was Chris, I know it was him," said Leo, frantically looking around him. He looked back at the body. "But Chris is. . ."
"Help!" the voice pleaded softly, a breeze of wind hitting them again.
"If you heard it too, then I know I'm not crazy," said Bianca, standing up. "Chris!" she called, "Where are you?"
The wind died down.
"That doesn't help," she moaned. "Chris, um, send a gust of wind for 'yes' and no gust for 'no,' alright?" She paused. "Okay...are you okay?"
No gust.
"Do you know where you are?"
Yet again, no gust.
"Can you help us find you?"
A gust of wind finally came at them.
"Umm...." Bianca thought for a moment. "Are you dead? Er...Don't answer that. Are you...not in your body?" she asked lamely.
A stronger, impatient gust came at them.
"Alright, alright," said Bianca. "Hm...Can you try talking again through the wind?"
An uncertain, hesitant breeze filled the room. "I'm not the Chris you know, Daddy," came the voice again.
"That's not Chris," said Bianca. "Wait—well, it is Chris, but not the same voice! What the hell happened to you? You sound like you're going through some deranged voice-changing part or puberty."
"Wait—did you call me 'daddy?'" He turned to Bianca. "The boys started calling me dad when he was nine. They couldn't possibly be...Wait, Chris, how old are you?"
"Seven," said the feeble voice. "I'm scared."
"This can't be good. Uh...I think a spell will work." She thought for a little while until the wind became restless and agitated. "Okay! Stop it already! Here we go." She took in a deep breath. "Don't hurt me if I screw this up...Take the lost soul to store away In his body where he should lay."
Chris' body glowed bright red for a moment and the light began to shrink—along with Chris himself. A seven-year-old Chris stared up at them, looking quite astonished at his surroundings. Seeing a familiar face, he ran up to Leo.
"Where are we, daddy?" he asked, voice shaking.
"The future," Leo sighed. "Our future. You don't belong here, buddy...What's the last thing you remember?"
Little Chris thought for a moment, then pouted. "Wyatt took the video game and I went to Aunt Phoebe to fix it but she couldn't so I went outside. I was on the swings and this huge gust of wind came at me and POOF—I WAS the wind. I dunno what happened." He stared at Bianca. "Who are you?"
"Aw, Chris looked so cute when he was little!!" she gushed.
"Uh..." Chris blushed. "Do I know you?"
"I s'pose not. At least not in this time."
"Look, we have to focus on getting back the REAL Chris and getting YOU back to your respective time before Piper finds out," said Leo, with a hint of remorse thinking of his late wife.
"You mean mommy?" He looked up at Leo with his big green eyes. "Where's mommy?"
"Uh, she's busy," said Bianca quickly.
"Why?"
"Uh...Look, come with me, Chris—We're going Up There."
"But you only take Wyatt Up There. He's twice-blessed. You need to teach him first, remember?"
Leo winced. "Um...Now it's your turn."
Chris' face lit up. "Really? Right now?"
"Yeah, right now." Leo took his hand and turned to Bianca. "Was I...always like that?"
She nodded solemnly. "I don't think you meant to, but you kind of ignored Chris all the time."
They orbed and shimmered Up There.
"Ooo, look at the clouds!" Chris squealed, trying to chase one of them.
"Wait," said Bianca suddenly. "The clouds. I remember Chris saying something about the clouds once when I first met him...He told me this! He remembered switching bodies with his future self when he was little!" She tapped her foot, trying to recall the rest. "He told me he was mostly confused that his dad took him Up There, and that there was a girl that...looked like me! He saw me but he didn't know it at the time! This is wrong, just plain..."
"What else did he say?" Leo interrupted.
"Something about how he'd never forget the clouds he saw. He said he always wanted to remember that moment because he knew it would never happen again...I don't think he said much else, except that something scared him out of his mind..."
"What else?"
"I just remembered! He said it was when he knew for sure that Wyatt was evil and—"
Little Chris shrieked.
Bianca and Leo whipped around. Wyatt was clutching little Chris around the neck, holding Excalibur to his throat.
"Wyatt, you wouldn't—"
"Oh, would I, Leo?" said Wyatt menacingly. "You," he said to Bianca, "are dismissed from my Order. You didn't fulfill your task. I am only allowing you to live in hopes of you becoming more reliable someday." He turned back to Leo, squeezing Chris so hard that he couldn't breath. "I want you to serve me, Leo, or little Chris here dies."
"I—I can't—"
"You have to. You don't have any other choice..." He tightened his hold and Chris turned blue in the face. "I can kill him right now..."
"Don't! He's your brother!"
"What has he ever done for me, then?" retorted Wyatt. "All he does is attempt to thwart me, again and again...I won't let him. I've worked too long and hard for him to ruin it now."
"Let him go—"
Chris' eyes closed and he fell unconscious. Wyatt let him slip to the cloudy bottom of the elders' council.
"He'll be fine," said Wyatt sharply, "but he won't be if you don't join me." He took up Excalibur, ready to stab and aiming straight for Chris' heart—
Bianca, who had been silent up until now, suddenly spat out, "Take the bodies, switch them back To the time where they reside, Fix the rightfulness they lack And set them straight in space and time!"
Little Chris disappeared. Wyatt, infuriated, orbed away.
"Where's....?"
"The alley," Leo said suddenly.
They quickly went back down.
Sure enough, there was Chris. His breathing was sharp and jagged and he was still clutching his stomach where the sword had been pierced through him, moaning.
Leo ran to him and immediately began to heal. Chris opened his eyes.
"What...?"
"Chris! You scared the hell out of me, I thought—You wouldn't believe it, the WEIRDEST thing happened—"
"I was in the past," said Chris weakly. "I saw mom...She...she thought I was an innocent, but Aunt Phoebe said I looked familiar..."
"Slow down, Chris," said Leo. "It's okay now, you're safe. You're back. We're going to make sure that Gideon never lays another had on you again."
"Maybe..." Chris trailed off. He looked at Leo with his same sorrowful green eyes. "Maybe he was supposed to kill me."
"No, Chris, no," Leo insisted. "What would ever make you think that?"
"I'm never going to be able to stop him."
Bianca stood up. "Of course not! You can't defeat him alone!" she exclaimed. She held out her hand to him and helped him up. "We're going to defeat him, Chris, and we're going to do it together. Got it?"
"Do you really mean it?" asked Chris.
"I really mean it. From now on, nothing will stop us."
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TBC. Mwahahah!
Hey, I have a new story called "Aftermath" if anyone's interested!! —Hint Hint— lol
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"What was that?" Bianca whimpered.
"It was Chris, I know it was him," said Leo, frantically looking around him. He looked back at the body. "But Chris is. . ."
"Help!" the voice pleaded softly, a breeze of wind hitting them again.
"If you heard it too, then I know I'm not crazy," said Bianca, standing up. "Chris!" she called, "Where are you?"
The wind died down.
"That doesn't help," she moaned. "Chris, um, send a gust of wind for 'yes' and no gust for 'no,' alright?" She paused. "Okay...are you okay?"
No gust.
"Do you know where you are?"
Yet again, no gust.
"Can you help us find you?"
A gust of wind finally came at them.
"Umm...." Bianca thought for a moment. "Are you dead? Er...Don't answer that. Are you...not in your body?" she asked lamely.
A stronger, impatient gust came at them.
"Alright, alright," said Bianca. "Hm...Can you try talking again through the wind?"
An uncertain, hesitant breeze filled the room. "I'm not the Chris you know, Daddy," came the voice again.
"That's not Chris," said Bianca. "Wait—well, it is Chris, but not the same voice! What the hell happened to you? You sound like you're going through some deranged voice-changing part or puberty."
"Wait—did you call me 'daddy?'" He turned to Bianca. "The boys started calling me dad when he was nine. They couldn't possibly be...Wait, Chris, how old are you?"
"Seven," said the feeble voice. "I'm scared."
"This can't be good. Uh...I think a spell will work." She thought for a little while until the wind became restless and agitated. "Okay! Stop it already! Here we go." She took in a deep breath. "Don't hurt me if I screw this up...Take the lost soul to store away In his body where he should lay."
Chris' body glowed bright red for a moment and the light began to shrink—along with Chris himself. A seven-year-old Chris stared up at them, looking quite astonished at his surroundings. Seeing a familiar face, he ran up to Leo.
"Where are we, daddy?" he asked, voice shaking.
"The future," Leo sighed. "Our future. You don't belong here, buddy...What's the last thing you remember?"
Little Chris thought for a moment, then pouted. "Wyatt took the video game and I went to Aunt Phoebe to fix it but she couldn't so I went outside. I was on the swings and this huge gust of wind came at me and POOF—I WAS the wind. I dunno what happened." He stared at Bianca. "Who are you?"
"Aw, Chris looked so cute when he was little!!" she gushed.
"Uh..." Chris blushed. "Do I know you?"
"I s'pose not. At least not in this time."
"Look, we have to focus on getting back the REAL Chris and getting YOU back to your respective time before Piper finds out," said Leo, with a hint of remorse thinking of his late wife.
"You mean mommy?" He looked up at Leo with his big green eyes. "Where's mommy?"
"Uh, she's busy," said Bianca quickly.
"Why?"
"Uh...Look, come with me, Chris—We're going Up There."
"But you only take Wyatt Up There. He's twice-blessed. You need to teach him first, remember?"
Leo winced. "Um...Now it's your turn."
Chris' face lit up. "Really? Right now?"
"Yeah, right now." Leo took his hand and turned to Bianca. "Was I...always like that?"
She nodded solemnly. "I don't think you meant to, but you kind of ignored Chris all the time."
They orbed and shimmered Up There.
"Ooo, look at the clouds!" Chris squealed, trying to chase one of them.
"Wait," said Bianca suddenly. "The clouds. I remember Chris saying something about the clouds once when I first met him...He told me this! He remembered switching bodies with his future self when he was little!" She tapped her foot, trying to recall the rest. "He told me he was mostly confused that his dad took him Up There, and that there was a girl that...looked like me! He saw me but he didn't know it at the time! This is wrong, just plain..."
"What else did he say?" Leo interrupted.
"Something about how he'd never forget the clouds he saw. He said he always wanted to remember that moment because he knew it would never happen again...I don't think he said much else, except that something scared him out of his mind..."
"What else?"
"I just remembered! He said it was when he knew for sure that Wyatt was evil and—"
Little Chris shrieked.
Bianca and Leo whipped around. Wyatt was clutching little Chris around the neck, holding Excalibur to his throat.
"Wyatt, you wouldn't—"
"Oh, would I, Leo?" said Wyatt menacingly. "You," he said to Bianca, "are dismissed from my Order. You didn't fulfill your task. I am only allowing you to live in hopes of you becoming more reliable someday." He turned back to Leo, squeezing Chris so hard that he couldn't breath. "I want you to serve me, Leo, or little Chris here dies."
"I—I can't—"
"You have to. You don't have any other choice..." He tightened his hold and Chris turned blue in the face. "I can kill him right now..."
"Don't! He's your brother!"
"What has he ever done for me, then?" retorted Wyatt. "All he does is attempt to thwart me, again and again...I won't let him. I've worked too long and hard for him to ruin it now."
"Let him go—"
Chris' eyes closed and he fell unconscious. Wyatt let him slip to the cloudy bottom of the elders' council.
"He'll be fine," said Wyatt sharply, "but he won't be if you don't join me." He took up Excalibur, ready to stab and aiming straight for Chris' heart—
Bianca, who had been silent up until now, suddenly spat out, "Take the bodies, switch them back To the time where they reside, Fix the rightfulness they lack And set them straight in space and time!"
Little Chris disappeared. Wyatt, infuriated, orbed away.
"Where's....?"
"The alley," Leo said suddenly.
They quickly went back down.
Sure enough, there was Chris. His breathing was sharp and jagged and he was still clutching his stomach where the sword had been pierced through him, moaning.
Leo ran to him and immediately began to heal. Chris opened his eyes.
"What...?"
"Chris! You scared the hell out of me, I thought—You wouldn't believe it, the WEIRDEST thing happened—"
"I was in the past," said Chris weakly. "I saw mom...She...she thought I was an innocent, but Aunt Phoebe said I looked familiar..."
"Slow down, Chris," said Leo. "It's okay now, you're safe. You're back. We're going to make sure that Gideon never lays another had on you again."
"Maybe..." Chris trailed off. He looked at Leo with his same sorrowful green eyes. "Maybe he was supposed to kill me."
"No, Chris, no," Leo insisted. "What would ever make you think that?"
"I'm never going to be able to stop him."
Bianca stood up. "Of course not! You can't defeat him alone!" she exclaimed. She held out her hand to him and helped him up. "We're going to defeat him, Chris, and we're going to do it together. Got it?"
"Do you really mean it?" asked Chris.
"I really mean it. From now on, nothing will stop us."
((()))
TBC. Mwahahah!
Hey, I have a new story called "Aftermath" if anyone's interested!! —Hint Hint— lol