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OR MORE IMPORTANTLY, DREW FULLER! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE SUCH A
FATE!? Okay, now I'm calm. It's safe to keep reading, folks.
Here's chappie 27.
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"So, what does everybody want?" asked Piper, taking out the pots and pans. She checked out the pantry. "Gee, we've got soup, soup, and...more soup. Paige, did you forget to go grocery shopping yesterday?"
Paige shrugged. "I don't even remember yesterday."
There was an awkward silence at the table.
"I guess we're gonna have to get used to our old hormonal, pregnant Piper again," said Phoebe, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Haha," said Piper sarcastically, starting to cook the soup. "Very funny, Pheebs. As if I would ever be hormonal!"
Leo and Paige stifled back giggles.
"Oh, I see...you all think I'm mental!"
They burst out laughing now. "No, no, of course not Piper..." Leo tried to say between his laughter. "Not hormonal...just..."
"Just crazy!" Paige finished for him. She turned to Chris. "I don't believe you've seen Piper pregnant before, have you, Chris? Lemme tell ya from firsthand experience, it's not pretty...And now that she actually has someone to lay the blame on, you'd better watch out..."
Chris grinned. "I'll be sure to be very, very careful," he said, mocking fear in his voice. He stood and washed his plate out in the sink, trying to ignore the fact that Leo and the sisters were staring at him. Finally he got agitated. "Okay, what is up with the four of you? Stop acting like I'm an alien! It happened and now it's over, okay?"
"Chris..." Phoebe trailed off. Chris gave her a not-right-now glare.
"Hey, Chris, now that we know who you are and everything...Why don't you move into the manor? I mean, there's definitely room here with Paige and Phoebe having moved out...You can take Phoebe's room."
"Hey!" said Phoebe playfully, nudging Piper. She turned to Chris and said seriously, "We mean it, Chris. You can stay here. We want you to."
"Whaddaya say, Chris?" said Paige, agreeing with her sisters.
"Um..." Chris said shiftily. "I can't."
"Of course you can!" Leo countered. "You're family, Chris. You're more than welcome here."
"I know that, it's because..." He mumbled something incoherent under his breath.
"What was that?" asked Piper, confused.
"I have to go to the P3 for the demon contacts!" he blurted. "I do a lot of undercover work, trying to get information on Wyatt. Some of the idiots I've found now are into gossiping and know a lot, so I converse with them. They expect me to be at the P3; they're always tracking me, they may even know I'm here right now. Of course, I have to vanquish them because they're plotting to kill an innocent soon, so I'd better get to them fast." He sighed. "Look—this is the way it has to be. I'm supposed go down to the Underworld because they trust me there."
"You are NOT going down to the Underworld, and you are NOT going to mingle with demons! There has to be another way to get information—we'll help," said Piper.
"You can't. They don't know you. I've barely earned their trust myself, Piper—"
"That's MOM to you."
Chris rolled his eyes. "I don't want to break their trust by bringing any of you. I'm sorry." He looked edgily towards the clock. "I have to go or they'll know I've been gone. And don't worry, nothing happens to the club...we usually go to an alley or...down to the Underworld." Chris orbed away quickly at the end of that sentence, knowing that Piper would object and not wanting to hear it from her.
"CHRIS HALLIWELL, YOU ORB YOUR LITTLE HALF WHITELIGHTER BUTT BACK DOWN HERE OR I'LL—I'LL—" She turned to her sisters, tears forming in her eyes. "Why does he turn away?"
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Chris' eyes darted from wall to wall of the office at the P3, where he was staying at the time. He really wanted to move into the manor, with all of his heart...but he couldn't. He couldn't move in if he wanted to get the job done right. Besides...living in the manor...He shuddered at the mere thought of all those memories flooding back as they has when he traveled to his past.
He hated letting down his mother and father and aunts, but Piper's expression was almost more than he could bear. All of his life he'd always aimed to make her proud, right up until the day she died—and there she was, right there, disappointed in him.
He sighed and looked at the clock. It blinked 2:29pm. He grimaced. One more minute until the meeting...
Three demon-women blinked in, gossiping while they traveled. They stopped abruptly when they saw Chris.
"Oh, meeting time already?" said one of them, trying to seduce Chris. They were all wearing sleazy, revealing clothing and acted as if they were on an everlasting drug-high.
"Yeah," said Chris, shrugging out of her reaching grasp. "So...Any news down there? You know how I love to hear everything from you..." He couldn't believe he was lowering himself to such a level, but he knew it would be best to add, "...because I know my little sugars can dish up all of the news around the Underworld." Phew. He said it without coughing.
The three of them giggled, ugly faces twisted into disgusting, unrecognizable smiles.
"Well...News around the Underworld has changed quite a bit," the second demon informed him, still trying to get closer. This time he let her touch his shoulder, but not anymore...he'd have to suck up to them if he was to do this.
"What do you mean?" he asked a little too eagerly. He changed his tone. "I mean, anything you've found out is definitely worth hearing..." He wanted to kick himself for that, and he thought to himself, 'Bianca, if you're listening to this right now, wherever you are...DON'T LAUGH.'
"I'm sure you'll find this worth hearing," said the third seductively, sitting down on the other side of him on the bed. The three of them had pretty much penned him in, surrounding him. He shivered involuntarily.
"Yes...quite sure," the second added.
"It's something that none of us expected to be coming," said the first.
"What?" said Chris, dying of anticipation. Why were they so freaking slow? He was so busy thinking that he didn't even realize what they were doing—until they plunged an athame into his stomach. He didn't even have time to react. The pain shot through him like lightning. He buckled over in pain. "Why...?"
"Because you betrayed us," the first hissed, withdrawing the athame and watching in satisfaction as blood oozed through his shirt. "We know who you really are...whitelighter." She pronounced the last word as if it came from a deadly language, shuddering.
"Let's go girls," said the second haughtily.
They blinked out.
Chris moaned in agony, but quickly righted himself and sat up on the bed. He'd have to pretend that nothing happened or Piper would be pissed with him for getting into trouble. Besides, he'd already promised her that it would be safe...He didn't want to admit that he'd lied...
The pain subsided somewhat, enough that he could stand. He was used to pain by now, since...since all of the stuff in his past. He cursed to himself, remembering his family's little journey. At least they didn't see...He shuddered. He didn't want them to see Leo getting murdered.
Gingerly clutching his wound, he limped over to the drawer, where he kept his first aid kit handy (I would like to interrupt this story to thank Charmed Melinda Halliwell, the sponsor of these bandages. Thank you!) and started to wrap up the bleeding stab mark. Unfortunately it bled through the bandaging, causing him wince. He shivered again—this time not out of fear.
He sat back down on the bed carefully, trying not to worsen his condition. He slowly shifted his head onto the pillow and closed his eyes. He was in for a rough night.
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"Piper, don't be upset," Phoebe soothed. "He just needs some space right now. I think this is all too much for him to absorb."
Piper nodded, tears streaking down her face. "I just wish..." She shook her head. "Wait, what time is it?" she asked out of nowhere.
Paige looked at the microwave clock. "Almost two-thirty. Why?"
"Oh, damn it! In all the commotion I forgot that I had to set up for the band tonight..." She absent-mindedly grabbed Phoebe's purse by mistake and headed out the door, grabbing Paige's jacket.
"Wait—" said Leo. The door closed and Paige and Phoebe looked worriedly out the window, watching Piper drive away.
"I think she just wants to check on Chris," Paige rationalized.
"Bad idea..." said Phoebe in a warning tone. "We're gonna have one very pissed off whitelighter orbing in here in a few minutes."
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Ahhh, the sweet smell of an evil cliffhanger driving peoples to their last nerve...I like writing this fic! Have FUN! TBC.
Pink-Charmed-One
Here's chappie 27.
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"So, what does everybody want?" asked Piper, taking out the pots and pans. She checked out the pantry. "Gee, we've got soup, soup, and...more soup. Paige, did you forget to go grocery shopping yesterday?"
Paige shrugged. "I don't even remember yesterday."
There was an awkward silence at the table.
"I guess we're gonna have to get used to our old hormonal, pregnant Piper again," said Phoebe, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Haha," said Piper sarcastically, starting to cook the soup. "Very funny, Pheebs. As if I would ever be hormonal!"
Leo and Paige stifled back giggles.
"Oh, I see...you all think I'm mental!"
They burst out laughing now. "No, no, of course not Piper..." Leo tried to say between his laughter. "Not hormonal...just..."
"Just crazy!" Paige finished for him. She turned to Chris. "I don't believe you've seen Piper pregnant before, have you, Chris? Lemme tell ya from firsthand experience, it's not pretty...And now that she actually has someone to lay the blame on, you'd better watch out..."
Chris grinned. "I'll be sure to be very, very careful," he said, mocking fear in his voice. He stood and washed his plate out in the sink, trying to ignore the fact that Leo and the sisters were staring at him. Finally he got agitated. "Okay, what is up with the four of you? Stop acting like I'm an alien! It happened and now it's over, okay?"
"Chris..." Phoebe trailed off. Chris gave her a not-right-now glare.
"Hey, Chris, now that we know who you are and everything...Why don't you move into the manor? I mean, there's definitely room here with Paige and Phoebe having moved out...You can take Phoebe's room."
"Hey!" said Phoebe playfully, nudging Piper. She turned to Chris and said seriously, "We mean it, Chris. You can stay here. We want you to."
"Whaddaya say, Chris?" said Paige, agreeing with her sisters.
"Um..." Chris said shiftily. "I can't."
"Of course you can!" Leo countered. "You're family, Chris. You're more than welcome here."
"I know that, it's because..." He mumbled something incoherent under his breath.
"What was that?" asked Piper, confused.
"I have to go to the P3 for the demon contacts!" he blurted. "I do a lot of undercover work, trying to get information on Wyatt. Some of the idiots I've found now are into gossiping and know a lot, so I converse with them. They expect me to be at the P3; they're always tracking me, they may even know I'm here right now. Of course, I have to vanquish them because they're plotting to kill an innocent soon, so I'd better get to them fast." He sighed. "Look—this is the way it has to be. I'm supposed go down to the Underworld because they trust me there."
"You are NOT going down to the Underworld, and you are NOT going to mingle with demons! There has to be another way to get information—we'll help," said Piper.
"You can't. They don't know you. I've barely earned their trust myself, Piper—"
"That's MOM to you."
Chris rolled his eyes. "I don't want to break their trust by bringing any of you. I'm sorry." He looked edgily towards the clock. "I have to go or they'll know I've been gone. And don't worry, nothing happens to the club...we usually go to an alley or...down to the Underworld." Chris orbed away quickly at the end of that sentence, knowing that Piper would object and not wanting to hear it from her.
"CHRIS HALLIWELL, YOU ORB YOUR LITTLE HALF WHITELIGHTER BUTT BACK DOWN HERE OR I'LL—I'LL—" She turned to her sisters, tears forming in her eyes. "Why does he turn away?"
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Chris' eyes darted from wall to wall of the office at the P3, where he was staying at the time. He really wanted to move into the manor, with all of his heart...but he couldn't. He couldn't move in if he wanted to get the job done right. Besides...living in the manor...He shuddered at the mere thought of all those memories flooding back as they has when he traveled to his past.
He hated letting down his mother and father and aunts, but Piper's expression was almost more than he could bear. All of his life he'd always aimed to make her proud, right up until the day she died—and there she was, right there, disappointed in him.
He sighed and looked at the clock. It blinked 2:29pm. He grimaced. One more minute until the meeting...
Three demon-women blinked in, gossiping while they traveled. They stopped abruptly when they saw Chris.
"Oh, meeting time already?" said one of them, trying to seduce Chris. They were all wearing sleazy, revealing clothing and acted as if they were on an everlasting drug-high.
"Yeah," said Chris, shrugging out of her reaching grasp. "So...Any news down there? You know how I love to hear everything from you..." He couldn't believe he was lowering himself to such a level, but he knew it would be best to add, "...because I know my little sugars can dish up all of the news around the Underworld." Phew. He said it without coughing.
The three of them giggled, ugly faces twisted into disgusting, unrecognizable smiles.
"Well...News around the Underworld has changed quite a bit," the second demon informed him, still trying to get closer. This time he let her touch his shoulder, but not anymore...he'd have to suck up to them if he was to do this.
"What do you mean?" he asked a little too eagerly. He changed his tone. "I mean, anything you've found out is definitely worth hearing..." He wanted to kick himself for that, and he thought to himself, 'Bianca, if you're listening to this right now, wherever you are...DON'T LAUGH.'
"I'm sure you'll find this worth hearing," said the third seductively, sitting down on the other side of him on the bed. The three of them had pretty much penned him in, surrounding him. He shivered involuntarily.
"Yes...quite sure," the second added.
"It's something that none of us expected to be coming," said the first.
"What?" said Chris, dying of anticipation. Why were they so freaking slow? He was so busy thinking that he didn't even realize what they were doing—until they plunged an athame into his stomach. He didn't even have time to react. The pain shot through him like lightning. He buckled over in pain. "Why...?"
"Because you betrayed us," the first hissed, withdrawing the athame and watching in satisfaction as blood oozed through his shirt. "We know who you really are...whitelighter." She pronounced the last word as if it came from a deadly language, shuddering.
"Let's go girls," said the second haughtily.
They blinked out.
Chris moaned in agony, but quickly righted himself and sat up on the bed. He'd have to pretend that nothing happened or Piper would be pissed with him for getting into trouble. Besides, he'd already promised her that it would be safe...He didn't want to admit that he'd lied...
The pain subsided somewhat, enough that he could stand. He was used to pain by now, since...since all of the stuff in his past. He cursed to himself, remembering his family's little journey. At least they didn't see...He shuddered. He didn't want them to see Leo getting murdered.
Gingerly clutching his wound, he limped over to the drawer, where he kept his first aid kit handy (I would like to interrupt this story to thank Charmed Melinda Halliwell, the sponsor of these bandages. Thank you!) and started to wrap up the bleeding stab mark. Unfortunately it bled through the bandaging, causing him wince. He shivered again—this time not out of fear.
He sat back down on the bed carefully, trying not to worsen his condition. He slowly shifted his head onto the pillow and closed his eyes. He was in for a rough night.
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"Piper, don't be upset," Phoebe soothed. "He just needs some space right now. I think this is all too much for him to absorb."
Piper nodded, tears streaking down her face. "I just wish..." She shook her head. "Wait, what time is it?" she asked out of nowhere.
Paige looked at the microwave clock. "Almost two-thirty. Why?"
"Oh, damn it! In all the commotion I forgot that I had to set up for the band tonight..." She absent-mindedly grabbed Phoebe's purse by mistake and headed out the door, grabbing Paige's jacket.
"Wait—" said Leo. The door closed and Paige and Phoebe looked worriedly out the window, watching Piper drive away.
"I think she just wants to check on Chris," Paige rationalized.
"Bad idea..." said Phoebe in a warning tone. "We're gonna have one very pissed off whitelighter orbing in here in a few minutes."
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Ahhh, the sweet smell of an evil cliffhanger driving peoples to their last nerve...I like writing this fic! Have FUN! TBC.
Pink-Charmed-One