Chapter 2: Magic

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. I wish I owned Chris Perry, but wishes don't always come true...

"You should tell him about magic," Paige said to Piper, "The longer you wait, the worse it will be."

"I want him to have a normal childhood!"

"Chris deserves to know!"

"I deserve to know what?" Chris asked, coming into the room.

"Nothing," Piper said quickly, glaring at Paige. "Never mind."

"Okay. I'm going over to a friend's house." Chris wondered what it was they had been talking about. Wyatt knew, for sure, so why didn't he?

"Which friend?" Piper was glad Chris was making friends; he had always been such a loner.

"Jaclyn. You know, that girl I met last night."

"Oh, her. Look, Chris, maybe it would be better it you didn't see that much of her." Piper recalled what Wyatt had said about her maybe being a demon.

Chris was outraged. "Why? That's ridiculous, she's my friend!" He stormed out of the house. How could she do this to him?

He took his backpack, hopped on a bike, and left, heading for Jaclyn's house. When he got there, he saw that it was medium-sized, completely normal in every way.

He had been expecting something a little more fairy-tale-ish; after all, an angel lived there.

He stood nervously on the doorstep, and then rang the bell. The sound reverberated throughout the house. A woman with mousy brown hair came to the door,

"Whatever you're selling, we don't want it," she told him. She started to shut the door.

"No, no, I'm not selling anything," he said quickly, "I'm here to see Jaclyn."

"Oh." The woman was so dull, devoid of any emotion whatsoever, that it creeped Chris out. How could such an amazing person have a mother like this?

"Jaclyn!" The woman called, "Your friend is here."

Jaclyn came running down the stairs, "Chris!"

"Hi Jaclyn," Chris said.

"Come on, I want to show you something!" She was full of energy, like a child. She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs, to her room.

She jumped on her bed, which was a dull grey, and lay down, on her stomach, resting her chin on her hands, and swinging her feet in the air.

"Okay," she was whispering now, "I found this book."

"Uh-huh?" Chris said.

"Well, it's about magic. It says that since witches have interbred with humans for a long time, many people have latent magical abilities."

Chris was a bit dubious. "Magical abilities?"

"Yeah. So, the way to find out if you have some of the most common ones is to take a pencil, and concentrate on it." She took a pencil from her desk, and lay it down on the wood.

"Here, you try," she said to Chris.

"All right," he felt a bit silly, but Jaclyn was so nice. Besides, she had said he was her friend. That had to count for something.

He focused on the pencil. As he expected, nothing happened. "Okay, let's do something else now," he said quickly, a bit uncomfortable.

She continued reading aloud, ignoring him. "It says that if you are feeling a strong emotion, that helps. Anger is the best one. What makes you really, really, angry?"

To his surprise, Chris didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable baring his soul to Jaclyn. "Well, when my father misses my birthday, I get so angry at him. He's always there for Wyatt's birthdays."

"You feel like people pay more attention to Wyatt?"

"Yeah, because he's special, and I'm not."

"Special how?"

"I honestly don't know."

"All right, I'll try to make you angry. Focus on the pencil."

"Okay."

"Wyatt is so much better than you, he's older, and smarter, and a lot cuter. Your father never loved you at all, he only pretends to, so your mother won't get mad at him. Everyone always believes what Wyatt says, because he's perfect, and you're not."

The pencil started to wobble on the desk.

"And Wyatt has something you don't, and I think I'll go out with him, because he's so much better than you, and he's special because he has magic powers and you don't!"

Chris clenched his hands, and the pencil went flying across the room, imbedding itself in the wall.

Jaclyn stared at it in amazement. "See? You're special too!" Then she leaned across and kissed Chris, catching him by surprise.

He slowly got to his feet, and stared at the pencil. He pulled it out, leaving a hole almost two inches deep in the wall.

"Whoa," he said, amazed. "That's- whoa."

Jaclyn was looking through her book. "That's telekinesis," she told him. "It's a very powerful and very rare ability."

"Now you try," Chris tried to divert some of the attention away from him.

"All right." She took another pencil, and placed it on the desk. She concentrated on it. Nothing happened. She tried making herself angry, but still nothing.

She started to cry. "Why don't I have magic powers, too? I know they exist, cause you have them. Why don't I?"

Chris felt bad. "It's okay, maybe you have them, and the trigger is just different. Or maybe they don't affect pencils."

She wiped her tears away. "Maybe."

Chris had been ecstatic that he had powers, but if Jaclyn didn't have them... He knew what it felt like to be on the outside, to watch someone else get everything you ever wanted.

He pulled her face to his, and kissed her passionately. Jaclyn felt her sadness melt away, replaced by a fierce passion. They kissed for what seemed like forever, leaving the world behind, flying over the clouds and through the sky,

They were brought abruptly down to earth when the pencil burst into flames. Jaclyn stared at it in amazement.

"Wow. Did I do that?"

Chris nodded. He felt so much better now; She had what she wanted, too.

"Okay," he said, I bared my soul to you. Now it's your turn."

"I was adopted," she began. "My parents died when I was little. They might have had magic, probably since I have pyrokinesis (that was the name of her power) which is pretty strong magic. Like yours. You know what? I bet we have more powers. This book says if you exercise your powers enough, others might emerge, especially if you are powerful."

"Then we should do that," Chris said, excited. This is so cool!

Jaclyn was so excited. She had always hoped that she had magic powers, and now it looked like both she and Chris were full-fledged witches.

There was a knocking on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Jaclyn's mother.

"Yeah, sure mom." Jaclyn replied. It was amazing how quickly she changed when her mother was around. She was quieter, more shy, more boring.

He didn't like it.

"I'm going shopping, I'll be back in a couple hours. Will you kids be all right on your own?"

"Yes mom, we'll be okay.

"Okay, see you then." She left, shutting the door.

They waited until she had driven away, then ran downstairs, and into the backyard.

"Okay," Jaclyn told Chris, "We have to work on our powers, so that we can control them better."

"So how do we do that?"

"Just use them."

He glared at a stick on the ground. Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leoleoleoleoleoleoleoleo!"

The leaves that covered the ground rose up in a whirlwind twenty feet high, threatening to destroy anything in their path.

Jaclyn screamed as the whirlwind advanced on her. Chris panicked, he couldn't control it anymore. She closed her eyes and shielded her face. Chris ran toward her, but he already knew he would be too late.

So here it is. Chapter two, hope ya liked it! Sorry for the slight cliffhanger. I'll update as soon as I can.

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Winter Blaze: I hope not! But who knows, anything can happen, when Wyatt is involved. He's- complicated. A wild card, if you will.

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