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that made no sense, but still...
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"Chris..." said Phoebe softly, making her way over to Chris.
"You didn't kill them," said Piper. "None of this is your fault. It was just a demon..."
"Yeah," said Chris shakily. "A demon. C-can I...? Just...I'm going to be back in a little while. I'm fine, I just...I have to..." He put his head down to hide his tears and orbed away.
"Follow him," Piper ordered, grabbing Paige by the arm.
"No," Phoebe contradicted. "Piper, I trust him. He's not going to do anything dangerous, I'm pretty sure he just needs to think. What he just said, he meant. He wouldn't lie deliberately without me knowing about it."
"So what do we do?" asked Piper, heartbroken.
"Nothing," Phoebe told her sister, wincing because she knew that it wasn't the answer Piper wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, but we can't do anything for him until he's ready."
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Chris sighed; the office room of the P3 around him was utterly dark from the power outage and he couldn't see a thing. Tears were falling down his cheeks but he didn't bother to rub them away. Nobody could see, and it felt better letting go of all the sadness after holding it in so long...
It was hard, seeing them die all over again—that he could admit. And he knew it wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been prevented, otherwise they would've wreaked havoc all around San Francisco. But he wanted to be able to talk to them for a little while. He missed them all, and he'd never actually gotten a chance to say good-bye.
"Chris," said a soft voice from a few feet away.
He jumped in surprise and whipped around, only to see nothing but the overwhelming darkness. "Who's there?" he asked quietly, refusing to show the quiver in his voice.
"It's me. Prue," she responded. "Little Prue."
"I thought I—"
"You did. That was a demon you vanquished, or at least a part of it. The clones of me and the others were among them but I am not a clone. I am...a messenger, in a way."
"Prue?"
She laughed, slapping him. "No duh, you moron! Didn't you listen to a thing I just said?"
Chris laughed, too, and almost felt himself being pulled back to all those careless, happy years ago.
"The journey has been long and hard for you. As cruel as it seems, it was almost luckier for us to be killed right off in the beginning then to stick around, alive, and have to go through what torture you and Bianca fought." She paused. "When you're dead, you don't bring your guilt or fear or anger with you. It's just...peace. And then you try to bring peace to the remaining on earth."
"How...how is everyone?"
"They told me to say hi," said Prue with a hint of sarcasm, pretending it was as if they were merely on vacation for a long time. "We're always rooting for you, Chris. We watch you all the time, as creepy as that seems—"
"Hey!"
They both giggled.
"Anyways...I'm supposed to tell you something."
"What?"
"Bianca didn't die. Neither did Leo. That's why they faded away without you vanquishing them."
"Bianca's...alive?" Chris seemed ten times happier than he was a moment ago.
"Wyatt healed her. Chris, don't look for her. It might encourage her to kill you. She...can't be brought back to the light."
"But...why?"
"She and Wyatt are married...and she's pregnant."
Chris' fury seemed to light the room on fire. "SHE'S PREGNANT?! SHE AND WYATT—"
"But that's just the thing, Chris!" Prue exclaimed before he could continue. "It's not Wyatt's child!"
"Then who's is it?" he demanded.
"It's...yours."
"But I—but we—"
"Right before you left, Chris. I won't go into detail, but Bianca was pregnant, even coming out here to get you, but she didn't know. They first realized it when Wyatt healed Bianca and was forced to heal yet another life inside of her. He thinks it's his baby, but it's not. You can't come looking for them or you'll die...Bianca's his now."
"NO!"
"Chris...Chris..." came a different voice. Leo. The room was shaking.
"Damn it, I have to go...but Chris, remember the warning—don't come looking for them! They'll find you first!"
The shaking was harder. "Prue? PRUE?!"
"Chris!"
Chris opened his eyes and winced at the blinding light. Apparently the power had come back on, and he was still sitting against the wall, Leo hovering over him worriedly.
"You were dreaming," Leo explained. "I couldn't wake you up."
"Prue..." Chris looked all around the room, searching.
"Chris, she's—"
"I know. But she was here, she was giving me a message..." His eyes welled up with tears of betrayal. "But it doesn't matter. I don't even understand why I had to know all that, anyways."
'You'll know soon enough,' said a voice in his head. He shook it off.
"Are you okay? I heard what happened with those demons."
"Yeah, fine, thanks."
They paused for a moment, staring at the ground. "When did the power come back on?"
"A few minutes ago. I'm surprised it didn't wake you, actually. So, uh, are you ready to go back to the manor?"
"Sure."
"Hey, Chris, what's bugging you?" asked Leo, seeing Chris' troubled expression. "You look a little disturbed."
"Nah, just...Just a weird dream." But he knew it wasn't "just a weird dream." It was more than that. And if there was supposed to be a reason he couldn't go find Bianca, what was it? 'They'll find you first...' What was that supposed to mean?
"Alright. Let's go then." Leo gave Chris one last concerned glance and they orbed away.
"Chris, there you are," said Piper, pulling him out a chair. "We're just having dinner. Hungry?"
"Yeah, thanks. Where's Wyatt and Phoebe?"
Just then, Phoebe came into the room holding a distressed Wyatt and trying to pry a bag of goldfish out of his hands. "Wyatt, no, you can't have those!" she scolded. However, it was Wyatt who won the battle when she finally set him down in the high chair and let him have the crackers. She sat down in exasperation, exclaiming in wonder, "He's addicted to the stuff! Since when does Wyatt love goldfish?"
Chris cleared his throat, stifling back a laugh. When they all stared at him, he replied guiltily, "It was bound to happen someday...he's addicted to it in the future, too."
They laughed. "Oh, and did you hear? There's a personal rule that I'm not allowed to touch kitchen utensils."
"Starting today," Paige giggled.
Once the laughter died down, Chris admitted, "Okay, I made that one up...but it's not personal gain, that one really does help the future in more ways than one!!"
The dinner continued with Chris pretending that nothing went wrong and avoiding Phoebe's awkward glances. It was all pretty normal...but little did they know...
Little Prue hid in the doorway, unseen by everyone but Wyatt. She grinned menacingly, a very un-Prue like grin for both generations of Halliwells. She kept her eye on Chris and suddenly shape-shifted into a pregnant Bianca.
"Yes, Chris. Don't come after Bianca...because she'll come after you."
A dagger appeared in her hands.
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A/N—MWAHAHA!! I like cliffies. Suffer my wrath! R&R!
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"Chris..." said Phoebe softly, making her way over to Chris.
"You didn't kill them," said Piper. "None of this is your fault. It was just a demon..."
"Yeah," said Chris shakily. "A demon. C-can I...? Just...I'm going to be back in a little while. I'm fine, I just...I have to..." He put his head down to hide his tears and orbed away.
"Follow him," Piper ordered, grabbing Paige by the arm.
"No," Phoebe contradicted. "Piper, I trust him. He's not going to do anything dangerous, I'm pretty sure he just needs to think. What he just said, he meant. He wouldn't lie deliberately without me knowing about it."
"So what do we do?" asked Piper, heartbroken.
"Nothing," Phoebe told her sister, wincing because she knew that it wasn't the answer Piper wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, but we can't do anything for him until he's ready."
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Chris sighed; the office room of the P3 around him was utterly dark from the power outage and he couldn't see a thing. Tears were falling down his cheeks but he didn't bother to rub them away. Nobody could see, and it felt better letting go of all the sadness after holding it in so long...
It was hard, seeing them die all over again—that he could admit. And he knew it wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been prevented, otherwise they would've wreaked havoc all around San Francisco. But he wanted to be able to talk to them for a little while. He missed them all, and he'd never actually gotten a chance to say good-bye.
"Chris," said a soft voice from a few feet away.
He jumped in surprise and whipped around, only to see nothing but the overwhelming darkness. "Who's there?" he asked quietly, refusing to show the quiver in his voice.
"It's me. Prue," she responded. "Little Prue."
"I thought I—"
"You did. That was a demon you vanquished, or at least a part of it. The clones of me and the others were among them but I am not a clone. I am...a messenger, in a way."
"Prue?"
She laughed, slapping him. "No duh, you moron! Didn't you listen to a thing I just said?"
Chris laughed, too, and almost felt himself being pulled back to all those careless, happy years ago.
"The journey has been long and hard for you. As cruel as it seems, it was almost luckier for us to be killed right off in the beginning then to stick around, alive, and have to go through what torture you and Bianca fought." She paused. "When you're dead, you don't bring your guilt or fear or anger with you. It's just...peace. And then you try to bring peace to the remaining on earth."
"How...how is everyone?"
"They told me to say hi," said Prue with a hint of sarcasm, pretending it was as if they were merely on vacation for a long time. "We're always rooting for you, Chris. We watch you all the time, as creepy as that seems—"
"Hey!"
They both giggled.
"Anyways...I'm supposed to tell you something."
"What?"
"Bianca didn't die. Neither did Leo. That's why they faded away without you vanquishing them."
"Bianca's...alive?" Chris seemed ten times happier than he was a moment ago.
"Wyatt healed her. Chris, don't look for her. It might encourage her to kill you. She...can't be brought back to the light."
"But...why?"
"She and Wyatt are married...and she's pregnant."
Chris' fury seemed to light the room on fire. "SHE'S PREGNANT?! SHE AND WYATT—"
"But that's just the thing, Chris!" Prue exclaimed before he could continue. "It's not Wyatt's child!"
"Then who's is it?" he demanded.
"It's...yours."
"But I—but we—"
"Right before you left, Chris. I won't go into detail, but Bianca was pregnant, even coming out here to get you, but she didn't know. They first realized it when Wyatt healed Bianca and was forced to heal yet another life inside of her. He thinks it's his baby, but it's not. You can't come looking for them or you'll die...Bianca's his now."
"NO!"
"Chris...Chris..." came a different voice. Leo. The room was shaking.
"Damn it, I have to go...but Chris, remember the warning—don't come looking for them! They'll find you first!"
The shaking was harder. "Prue? PRUE?!"
"Chris!"
Chris opened his eyes and winced at the blinding light. Apparently the power had come back on, and he was still sitting against the wall, Leo hovering over him worriedly.
"You were dreaming," Leo explained. "I couldn't wake you up."
"Prue..." Chris looked all around the room, searching.
"Chris, she's—"
"I know. But she was here, she was giving me a message..." His eyes welled up with tears of betrayal. "But it doesn't matter. I don't even understand why I had to know all that, anyways."
'You'll know soon enough,' said a voice in his head. He shook it off.
"Are you okay? I heard what happened with those demons."
"Yeah, fine, thanks."
They paused for a moment, staring at the ground. "When did the power come back on?"
"A few minutes ago. I'm surprised it didn't wake you, actually. So, uh, are you ready to go back to the manor?"
"Sure."
"Hey, Chris, what's bugging you?" asked Leo, seeing Chris' troubled expression. "You look a little disturbed."
"Nah, just...Just a weird dream." But he knew it wasn't "just a weird dream." It was more than that. And if there was supposed to be a reason he couldn't go find Bianca, what was it? 'They'll find you first...' What was that supposed to mean?
"Alright. Let's go then." Leo gave Chris one last concerned glance and they orbed away.
"Chris, there you are," said Piper, pulling him out a chair. "We're just having dinner. Hungry?"
"Yeah, thanks. Where's Wyatt and Phoebe?"
Just then, Phoebe came into the room holding a distressed Wyatt and trying to pry a bag of goldfish out of his hands. "Wyatt, no, you can't have those!" she scolded. However, it was Wyatt who won the battle when she finally set him down in the high chair and let him have the crackers. She sat down in exasperation, exclaiming in wonder, "He's addicted to the stuff! Since when does Wyatt love goldfish?"
Chris cleared his throat, stifling back a laugh. When they all stared at him, he replied guiltily, "It was bound to happen someday...he's addicted to it in the future, too."
They laughed. "Oh, and did you hear? There's a personal rule that I'm not allowed to touch kitchen utensils."
"Starting today," Paige giggled.
Once the laughter died down, Chris admitted, "Okay, I made that one up...but it's not personal gain, that one really does help the future in more ways than one!!"
The dinner continued with Chris pretending that nothing went wrong and avoiding Phoebe's awkward glances. It was all pretty normal...but little did they know...
Little Prue hid in the doorway, unseen by everyone but Wyatt. She grinned menacingly, a very un-Prue like grin for both generations of Halliwells. She kept her eye on Chris and suddenly shape-shifted into a pregnant Bianca.
"Yes, Chris. Don't come after Bianca...because she'll come after you."
A dagger appeared in her hands.
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A/N—MWAHAHA!! I like cliffies. Suffer my wrath! R&R!