Piper drove up to the P3 and parked her car, frantically applying lipstick
so she could look semi-presentable to the band's manager. The instant she
stepped out she got these weird vibes, like something was wrong. Burglars?
Or maybe the band canceled? And then she remembered those demons Chris was
summoning...She put it out of her thoughts. He was old enough to take care of
himself.
She unlocked the door to the club and surveyed the surroundings. It was all left just as she had seen it last night; even though last night seemed to be last year. Apparently the band and their manager hadn't arrived yet. She sighed in relief and sat down at the bar counter...and looked over at the office.
"No, Piper," she told herself. "You'd be invading his privacy. No, no, no..." She found herself slowly getting up from her seat and walking towards the office. His door was already opened—would it really be a crime to push it open a little bit more?
She saw Chris' face through the small gap in the door. He appeared to be fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed in exhaustion. She was glad he was catching up in his shut-eye, but something about the scene seemed wrong. She let herself open the door a bit more.
Oh, this was so silly! How could something happen to him in fifteen minutes? She almost laughed, but she remembered that Chris was sleeping and stopped, putting a hand to her mouth. She took one last glance at his peaceful face and sat back down at the bar counter, still waiting to meet the band.
((()))
Leo and Brian were long since gone and Piper, Phoebe, and Paige sat on the couch, watching the TV quietly while Wyatt slept in his play pen.
"Well, this is odd," Phoebe commented thoughtfully. "It's so..."
"Peaceful? Quiet? Relaxed?" Piper questioned. "Yeah, that hasn't happened in a while."
"I can't believe that we have nothing to do..." Paige sighed. "I kind of worry about Chris. Should we have left him alone?"
"I saw him at the P3. He fell right asleep, the poor guy. He must've been really tired after all these demon at—"
BAM!
A demon burst in through the window. He looked like your average human- man...just with demonic powers. He growled at them threateningly.
"Wyatt, danger!" Phoebe shrieked, levitating to kick the demon. She managed to get his head and he stumbled a bit but didn't lose focus.
Piper tried to blow him up but he easily dodged it. He held up a dagger, ready to stab Phoebe—
"Dagger," commanded Paige, summoning it out of his arms. She tossed it to Phoebe, who stabbed him on the spot.
"Everyone okay?" she panted.
"Yeah, except for my leg," Piper complained. "Don't worry, just got hit by a small glass shard. It's barely a scrape."
"Yeah, but it gives us an excuse to call our whitelighter," Paige said slyly, grinning.
"Exactly. CHRIS!" Piper screamed.
They waited for a moment, but no one came.
"CHRIS!"
((()))
"Chris..."
He stirred a bit. Was that his mother calling him?
"CHRIS..."
He shot up in cold sweat, only to fall back down at the intense pain he felt. Where was it coming from? He looked down at his stomach and saw a stab wound. How did that happen? He couldn't remember.
"CHRIS!"
The call was alarmingly loud, coming from Piper. He slowly got up out of bed, pain shooting through him every time he moved, and threw on a sweater so they wouldn't see the blood. He hoped they weren't mad...He wished he could remember what had happened...
He orbed in.
"What?" he asked groggily, pretending that the reason he was late was that he was asleep. "It's ten o'clock, Piper. What's going on?"
"Oh, did we wake you?" said Piper. "Sorry."
Chris clutched the back of the couch for support. He suddenly felt very dizzy. "Um...that's okay. Was there a demon attack? Is everyone alright?"
"Yeah, we are," said Phoebe, starting to worry. "How about you? You look sick."
"Just tired," he lied, blowing it off. He clutched the couch harder as she stepped closer to him. She felt his forehead.
"You're really burning up, Chris," said Phoebe. "Just stay here for a while and when Leo comes back he can heal you."
Chris' mind seemed to twist for a moment, like it was being squeezed. "Who's Leo?" he asked out of nowhere. "Why am I here?"
"Um, Chris..." Piper waved a hand in front of his face.
"Who's Chris?"
The sisters exchanged concerned glances and looked back over at Chris. "YOU'RE Chris, honey," said Piper gently, guiding him to the couch. "And Leo's your dad You're here because we called you."
"On the phone?"
"No, we called you because—"
"Piper, I think you're confusing him. Just let him rest, alright? He might get better in the morning—"
"Holy shit," said Piper once she saw what was happening. "He's bleeding!" She lifted up his shirt. "Phoebe, he's been stabbed! Chris, why didn't you tell us?"
"Tell you what?"
"You're hurt, Chris! LEO! LEO!"
Leo orbed in. "What's going on?"
"To sum it up, Chris had been stabbed and just completely lost his memory. Heal him," Paige ordered.
Leo looked slightly frazzled by the weird information, but rushed over to heal him. Chris looked up and blinked at the four people in the room.
"You are in SO much trouble, Chris!" Piper shrieked.
"Wait—I'M Chris, right?" asked Chris. "What did I do?"
"You got attacked by demons and you didn't tell us! You could've DIED!"
"Demons? Like the ones in the fairy tales?"
Piper sighed, exasperated. "Let's start from the beginning. I'm Piper, you're mom, this is Leo, your dad, and these are your aunts, Phoebe and Paige."
"Right. Okay...Why am I here? I don't know any of you."
"This is what Piper was like once Leo screwed up her head," Phoebe groaned.
"I thought you were Piper," Chris said to Phoebe.
"UGH!"
She unlocked the door to the club and surveyed the surroundings. It was all left just as she had seen it last night; even though last night seemed to be last year. Apparently the band and their manager hadn't arrived yet. She sighed in relief and sat down at the bar counter...and looked over at the office.
"No, Piper," she told herself. "You'd be invading his privacy. No, no, no..." She found herself slowly getting up from her seat and walking towards the office. His door was already opened—would it really be a crime to push it open a little bit more?
She saw Chris' face through the small gap in the door. He appeared to be fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed in exhaustion. She was glad he was catching up in his shut-eye, but something about the scene seemed wrong. She let herself open the door a bit more.
Oh, this was so silly! How could something happen to him in fifteen minutes? She almost laughed, but she remembered that Chris was sleeping and stopped, putting a hand to her mouth. She took one last glance at his peaceful face and sat back down at the bar counter, still waiting to meet the band.
((()))
Leo and Brian were long since gone and Piper, Phoebe, and Paige sat on the couch, watching the TV quietly while Wyatt slept in his play pen.
"Well, this is odd," Phoebe commented thoughtfully. "It's so..."
"Peaceful? Quiet? Relaxed?" Piper questioned. "Yeah, that hasn't happened in a while."
"I can't believe that we have nothing to do..." Paige sighed. "I kind of worry about Chris. Should we have left him alone?"
"I saw him at the P3. He fell right asleep, the poor guy. He must've been really tired after all these demon at—"
BAM!
A demon burst in through the window. He looked like your average human- man...just with demonic powers. He growled at them threateningly.
"Wyatt, danger!" Phoebe shrieked, levitating to kick the demon. She managed to get his head and he stumbled a bit but didn't lose focus.
Piper tried to blow him up but he easily dodged it. He held up a dagger, ready to stab Phoebe—
"Dagger," commanded Paige, summoning it out of his arms. She tossed it to Phoebe, who stabbed him on the spot.
"Everyone okay?" she panted.
"Yeah, except for my leg," Piper complained. "Don't worry, just got hit by a small glass shard. It's barely a scrape."
"Yeah, but it gives us an excuse to call our whitelighter," Paige said slyly, grinning.
"Exactly. CHRIS!" Piper screamed.
They waited for a moment, but no one came.
"CHRIS!"
((()))
"Chris..."
He stirred a bit. Was that his mother calling him?
"CHRIS..."
He shot up in cold sweat, only to fall back down at the intense pain he felt. Where was it coming from? He looked down at his stomach and saw a stab wound. How did that happen? He couldn't remember.
"CHRIS!"
The call was alarmingly loud, coming from Piper. He slowly got up out of bed, pain shooting through him every time he moved, and threw on a sweater so they wouldn't see the blood. He hoped they weren't mad...He wished he could remember what had happened...
He orbed in.
"What?" he asked groggily, pretending that the reason he was late was that he was asleep. "It's ten o'clock, Piper. What's going on?"
"Oh, did we wake you?" said Piper. "Sorry."
Chris clutched the back of the couch for support. He suddenly felt very dizzy. "Um...that's okay. Was there a demon attack? Is everyone alright?"
"Yeah, we are," said Phoebe, starting to worry. "How about you? You look sick."
"Just tired," he lied, blowing it off. He clutched the couch harder as she stepped closer to him. She felt his forehead.
"You're really burning up, Chris," said Phoebe. "Just stay here for a while and when Leo comes back he can heal you."
Chris' mind seemed to twist for a moment, like it was being squeezed. "Who's Leo?" he asked out of nowhere. "Why am I here?"
"Um, Chris..." Piper waved a hand in front of his face.
"Who's Chris?"
The sisters exchanged concerned glances and looked back over at Chris. "YOU'RE Chris, honey," said Piper gently, guiding him to the couch. "And Leo's your dad You're here because we called you."
"On the phone?"
"No, we called you because—"
"Piper, I think you're confusing him. Just let him rest, alright? He might get better in the morning—"
"Holy shit," said Piper once she saw what was happening. "He's bleeding!" She lifted up his shirt. "Phoebe, he's been stabbed! Chris, why didn't you tell us?"
"Tell you what?"
"You're hurt, Chris! LEO! LEO!"
Leo orbed in. "What's going on?"
"To sum it up, Chris had been stabbed and just completely lost his memory. Heal him," Paige ordered.
Leo looked slightly frazzled by the weird information, but rushed over to heal him. Chris looked up and blinked at the four people in the room.
"You are in SO much trouble, Chris!" Piper shrieked.
"Wait—I'M Chris, right?" asked Chris. "What did I do?"
"You got attacked by demons and you didn't tell us! You could've DIED!"
"Demons? Like the ones in the fairy tales?"
Piper sighed, exasperated. "Let's start from the beginning. I'm Piper, you're mom, this is Leo, your dad, and these are your aunts, Phoebe and Paige."
"Right. Okay...Why am I here? I don't know any of you."
"This is what Piper was like once Leo screwed up her head," Phoebe groaned.
"I thought you were Piper," Chris said to Phoebe.
"UGH!"