Disclaimer: What's it to ya? I don't own anything 'cept the characters I
made up, some of which I find very COUGH.
And I know I said I was going to wrap the story up, but some ideas popped in my head like light-bulbs and I had to keep it going. There's your explanation, Charmed Fan, if you really had to know! =D
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"What do we do?" Piper sobbed. "She's going to kill him, she's going to kill my baby—"
"Piper, please!" Phoebe interrupted. "We need to help Chris. We have to find him...nothing bad will happen."
"Weren't you the one that was telling us not to go after him the last time he bolted?" asked Paige.
"This is different. He'll hurt himself, he's not using his head. His actions were fueled by what his heart told him...and the heart can be deadly."
"LEO!" Piper called. "LEO!"
Leo orbed into the kitchen in his pajamas. "Piper, I was upstairs with Wyatt. What's going on?"
"Bianca happened." Phoebe explained Bianca's sudden reappearance in their lives and the baby that came with it. "We're scared—we can't stop Bianca without killing the baby too. And if we can't stop Bianca..."
"Then Chris' life is on the line," Leo finished. He closed his eyes in concentration. "I can almost sense him. Good news...he's in San Francisco. Bad news...San Francisco is a big city."
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"What, did you think you could hide from me here? HERE, in OUR spot? OR have you forgotten about THAT, too?" Chris demanded. Bianca opened her mouth in protest but Chris stopped her. "Who do you think you are, Bianca? What have you become?"
"I've become Wyatt's and I'm staying that way!" she cried indignantly. "Christopher Perry Halliwell, you are a fool! Can't you see? If you join Wyatt then you won't have to go to all this trouble. You wouldn't have go through all this..."
"Oh, yeah? So I could go to this dandy, happy future with you and watch my daughter get trained to kill innocents with her not-so-biological 'father,' Wyatt?"
"You can't have this baby! Wyatt thinks it's his!"
"Since when do you care what Wyatt thinks?" Chris demanded. "Since when did you care in the least bit for Wyatt?"
"Since he'll be around for our daughter!"
"Oh, you think I'm gonna die? Well, at least I'll die in honor, knowing that at least I TRIED to save our future!"
"Who do you think you are, superman? Give it up, Chris! This is getting you nowhere!"
"Then what the hell do you suggest I do to fix it?!"
Bianca bit her lip. "Nothing. Don't do anything. Let it be."
"I almost would rather have you dead than so irrational as you are right now."
More tears ran down Bianca's cheeks in frustration and anger. "I don't believe you. You love me."
"I loved who you used to be, Bianca, but now you're turning out to be a traitor and a pathetic soon-to-be parent."
"Fine, Chris. I'll help...take me to the office."
Chris' eyes narrowed. "What makes me believe that you're lying?"
"Have I ever lied to you before?"
"Most definitely, on more than one occasion!" he yelled. "I can't trust you, as I said before!"
"Trust me on this if you want to save the future!"
Chris was a sucker for her fierce nature. He took her hand and orbed to the office of P3. She could help...maybe she'd turn back.
"I'm kinda hungry," she complained the instant they arrived. "Have any of those little cartoon fruit snacks?"
"Huh?"
"Cravings," she muttered.
"Oh. Well, we do have some crackers...goldfish, actually." He would've chuckled, but at the moment he felt too angry to do so.
Chris leaned down into the counter, searching for something for Bianca to snack on. Bianca shimmered in behind him with the athame in hand, a grin unfurled across her woeful face. She felt crazy, spinning with rage, sadness, remorse, regret, doubt, fear, uncertainty...and it would all be over.
She stabbed.
As Chris cried out, she felt that the emotions didn't go away—they intensified. Her body wracked with sobs held in for so long, and she fell to her knees, the realization of what she had just done coming at her at full-force...
She shimmered away.
Chris clutched at his wound. The knife had gone straight through his back and plunged all the way into his stomach—he could feel the blade on the other end. Blood quickly gushed through his shirt and the pain became unbearable. He couldn't believe Bianca would do this to him!
Their daughter...what about their daughter? All they'd ever fought for? All was lost...
Everything went black.
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"Somewhere in San Francisco?!" Piper nearly shrieked. "Try harder, damn it!"
"Don't you think I'm trying?! I don't want anything to happen to Chris either! He's my son!" As if alerted by his fury, suddenly he located Chris. "The P3," he murmured.
"What did you say?"
"Chris. He's at the P3...and so is Bianca."
"Orb us there!"
Leo grabbed Piper and Paige grabbed Phoebe, the four of them orbing out together.
"I don't see him anywhere!" Piper cried. They heard a wail of remorse vibrate through the empty club and looked over just in time to see Bianca shimmer away.
"What did she do to him? Where is he?" Piper panicked.
"I'm sure there's nothing wrong—" Phoebe tried to console her.
"NOTHING WRONG?! I can feel it, Phoebe, there's something—"
A low moan caught their attention. It was coming from the bar counter. Piper leaned over it and saw Chris unconscious, doubled over in agony, the handle of an athame sticking out of his back. Bianca had stabbed him.
Love meant nothing to her.
"CHRIS!" Piper shrieked, rushing to him. "LEO, heal him, now!"
Leo was already at Chris' side before Piper could finish her sentence. He pulled the athame out of Chris' stomach, causing Chris to cry out, and began to heal him. The wound had barely begun to face away when Chris croaked,
"Leave...me...stop...Bianca..."
"What? Chris, relax, you're hurt. Bianca's gone," Piper soothed him.
"Get...her...the manor..."
"She's going back to the future!" Paige gasped in realization. She grabbed Phoebe's hand. "We'll stop her. You guys stay with Chris."
Paige orbed away with Phoebe.
Bianca apparently had more than one athame. She lay on the manor floor, bleeding to death, the knife plunged through her heart in suicide.
"She..." Phoebe couldn't finish her sentence. She knew that the baby wouldn't live. "I thought that she loved that baby, I really did..." They ran over to Bianca, but it was apparent that she was already dead. In her pale, lifeless hands, she clutched a piece of paper. Written on it was a note...
Chris,
The baby is alive. It's spirit is to wander the manor until the correct day of her foretold birth—January second. On that day, use this spell to summon her back. She will be a newborn. She has been spared. Raise her well.
--Bianca
"The baby's alive..." Phoebe marveled. "This must be strong magic."
"It's November the eighteenth. We've got two months..."
Just then a portal opened, and in came...
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Lol. I AM evil.
And I know I said I was going to wrap the story up, but some ideas popped in my head like light-bulbs and I had to keep it going. There's your explanation, Charmed Fan, if you really had to know! =D
((()))
"What do we do?" Piper sobbed. "She's going to kill him, she's going to kill my baby—"
"Piper, please!" Phoebe interrupted. "We need to help Chris. We have to find him...nothing bad will happen."
"Weren't you the one that was telling us not to go after him the last time he bolted?" asked Paige.
"This is different. He'll hurt himself, he's not using his head. His actions were fueled by what his heart told him...and the heart can be deadly."
"LEO!" Piper called. "LEO!"
Leo orbed into the kitchen in his pajamas. "Piper, I was upstairs with Wyatt. What's going on?"
"Bianca happened." Phoebe explained Bianca's sudden reappearance in their lives and the baby that came with it. "We're scared—we can't stop Bianca without killing the baby too. And if we can't stop Bianca..."
"Then Chris' life is on the line," Leo finished. He closed his eyes in concentration. "I can almost sense him. Good news...he's in San Francisco. Bad news...San Francisco is a big city."
((()))
"What, did you think you could hide from me here? HERE, in OUR spot? OR have you forgotten about THAT, too?" Chris demanded. Bianca opened her mouth in protest but Chris stopped her. "Who do you think you are, Bianca? What have you become?"
"I've become Wyatt's and I'm staying that way!" she cried indignantly. "Christopher Perry Halliwell, you are a fool! Can't you see? If you join Wyatt then you won't have to go to all this trouble. You wouldn't have go through all this..."
"Oh, yeah? So I could go to this dandy, happy future with you and watch my daughter get trained to kill innocents with her not-so-biological 'father,' Wyatt?"
"You can't have this baby! Wyatt thinks it's his!"
"Since when do you care what Wyatt thinks?" Chris demanded. "Since when did you care in the least bit for Wyatt?"
"Since he'll be around for our daughter!"
"Oh, you think I'm gonna die? Well, at least I'll die in honor, knowing that at least I TRIED to save our future!"
"Who do you think you are, superman? Give it up, Chris! This is getting you nowhere!"
"Then what the hell do you suggest I do to fix it?!"
Bianca bit her lip. "Nothing. Don't do anything. Let it be."
"I almost would rather have you dead than so irrational as you are right now."
More tears ran down Bianca's cheeks in frustration and anger. "I don't believe you. You love me."
"I loved who you used to be, Bianca, but now you're turning out to be a traitor and a pathetic soon-to-be parent."
"Fine, Chris. I'll help...take me to the office."
Chris' eyes narrowed. "What makes me believe that you're lying?"
"Have I ever lied to you before?"
"Most definitely, on more than one occasion!" he yelled. "I can't trust you, as I said before!"
"Trust me on this if you want to save the future!"
Chris was a sucker for her fierce nature. He took her hand and orbed to the office of P3. She could help...maybe she'd turn back.
"I'm kinda hungry," she complained the instant they arrived. "Have any of those little cartoon fruit snacks?"
"Huh?"
"Cravings," she muttered.
"Oh. Well, we do have some crackers...goldfish, actually." He would've chuckled, but at the moment he felt too angry to do so.
Chris leaned down into the counter, searching for something for Bianca to snack on. Bianca shimmered in behind him with the athame in hand, a grin unfurled across her woeful face. She felt crazy, spinning with rage, sadness, remorse, regret, doubt, fear, uncertainty...and it would all be over.
She stabbed.
As Chris cried out, she felt that the emotions didn't go away—they intensified. Her body wracked with sobs held in for so long, and she fell to her knees, the realization of what she had just done coming at her at full-force...
She shimmered away.
Chris clutched at his wound. The knife had gone straight through his back and plunged all the way into his stomach—he could feel the blade on the other end. Blood quickly gushed through his shirt and the pain became unbearable. He couldn't believe Bianca would do this to him!
Their daughter...what about their daughter? All they'd ever fought for? All was lost...
Everything went black.
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"Somewhere in San Francisco?!" Piper nearly shrieked. "Try harder, damn it!"
"Don't you think I'm trying?! I don't want anything to happen to Chris either! He's my son!" As if alerted by his fury, suddenly he located Chris. "The P3," he murmured.
"What did you say?"
"Chris. He's at the P3...and so is Bianca."
"Orb us there!"
Leo grabbed Piper and Paige grabbed Phoebe, the four of them orbing out together.
"I don't see him anywhere!" Piper cried. They heard a wail of remorse vibrate through the empty club and looked over just in time to see Bianca shimmer away.
"What did she do to him? Where is he?" Piper panicked.
"I'm sure there's nothing wrong—" Phoebe tried to console her.
"NOTHING WRONG?! I can feel it, Phoebe, there's something—"
A low moan caught their attention. It was coming from the bar counter. Piper leaned over it and saw Chris unconscious, doubled over in agony, the handle of an athame sticking out of his back. Bianca had stabbed him.
Love meant nothing to her.
"CHRIS!" Piper shrieked, rushing to him. "LEO, heal him, now!"
Leo was already at Chris' side before Piper could finish her sentence. He pulled the athame out of Chris' stomach, causing Chris to cry out, and began to heal him. The wound had barely begun to face away when Chris croaked,
"Leave...me...stop...Bianca..."
"What? Chris, relax, you're hurt. Bianca's gone," Piper soothed him.
"Get...her...the manor..."
"She's going back to the future!" Paige gasped in realization. She grabbed Phoebe's hand. "We'll stop her. You guys stay with Chris."
Paige orbed away with Phoebe.
Bianca apparently had more than one athame. She lay on the manor floor, bleeding to death, the knife plunged through her heart in suicide.
"She..." Phoebe couldn't finish her sentence. She knew that the baby wouldn't live. "I thought that she loved that baby, I really did..." They ran over to Bianca, but it was apparent that she was already dead. In her pale, lifeless hands, she clutched a piece of paper. Written on it was a note...
Chris,
The baby is alive. It's spirit is to wander the manor until the correct day of her foretold birth—January second. On that day, use this spell to summon her back. She will be a newborn. She has been spared. Raise her well.
--Bianca
"The baby's alive..." Phoebe marveled. "This must be strong magic."
"It's November the eighteenth. We've got two months..."
Just then a portal opened, and in came...
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Lol. I AM evil.