Disclaimer: Nope, not yet. Sorry guys...the whole blackmailing Brad Kern into giving me ownership of Charmed plan hasn't exactly been initiated yet. But I'll be sure to let you know.

And another thing—how many of you watch the Charmed reruns on TNT? Did anybody but me realize that they totally SKIPPED the episode Prue died?! EVIL!!!


Gideon stuffed a rag in his mouth. "Don't try anything, you foolish child," he hissed. "Your family is trapped in magical cages downstairs. There is nobody to help you now."

Chris thrashed around violently, shaking his head, eyes wide in fear. The blade still glinted in the limited amount of light provided from the full moon.

"You were never supposed to live...don't you see? You're too powerful. The world isn't ready for that much magic." The knife hovered over Chris now, poised to stab at any given moment. "I've been waiting to do this since the day you were born. 'Be reasonable,' the other elders said. 'Send him away. Shield him from magic.' Ha! As if that would stop the almighty Charmed Ones from relocating their son!" Gideon's face shone with sick, maddening pleasure. "But now....now it's your turn to feel pain."

Chris' eyes welled with frustrated tears. There was no way out. The knife was coming down on him—

He screamed, his mouth suddenly released from Gideon's hold. Gideon flew at the wall with a crash, destroying the dresser behind him. The knife clattered to the ground by the bed.

Chris held up his hand and leaned down, ready to grab it, when it suddenly floated up to his hand. If not for the death defying situation he found himself in now, he might have smiled. But he couldn't waste anytime. Hardly aware of what he was doing, he held up the knife.

"Don't move," he threatened. But it didn't sound much like a threat. His shaky, whisper of a voice could hardly pass as dangerous.

"You have no power of me," Gideon spat, recovering by lunging for the blade in Chris' hand. Chris held it away and Gideon crashed into the nightstand. "You are nothing but trouble!! Look at you, you evil son of a bitch, so ready to kill me! I knew it was true! You ARE evil! YOU NEED TO BE ELIMINATED AS WYATT DID ALL THOSE YEARS AGO!"

"I don't want to hurt you," Chris said weakly. He didn't notice the knife slip out of his hand in his moment of shock and weakness. It fell underneath the bed.

"You know, we could have done this the easy way," Gideon snarled. "But no...you chose differently. You can't escape me, Christopher," he cackled. He seemed to be clinically insane. "That knife was your easy way to hell, where you belong. But this..." He rose his hands above his head, grinning madly. "This will hurt much, much more than any knife."

"Don't," Chris whimpered. "Please!"

Blue electricity erupted from Gideon's hands and aimed at Chris. The bolts hit him dead on, shooting pain through his every muscle. Chris screamed in agony and fright as it seemed it was consuming him, melting him, dissolving him...He was being wasted away...

His scream grew louder until it finally faded. He couldn't fend it off any longer. He lost control of all thought, all emotion, became numb to the pain...

And suddenly the bright lights the consumed him disappeared. They were moving away...And Chris fell to the floor with a thud. Right before he closed his eyes, he saw Gideon surrounded by a mass of blue.

His last impending thought was, 'I am a murderer.'


Agnes ran through the soft clouds, wishing she could stop and gaze upon their beauty. Why was such loveliness kept only in this heaven when there was so much hatred on earth? She should know. She was murdered in cold blood by a gang of drunk guys in New York. And now she was a whitelighter, fulfilling her duties to the elders.

So she ran faster.

It was a message she was supposed to deliver to the elders. She couldn't help but be excited. She was only a novice and had never been honored by the presence of an elder before.

But she couldn't help but wonder why the message was so important that she had to run to deliver it. Normally elders were really slow about things, saying 'patience, patience,' and here they were ordering them to hurry up.

Her legs ached and she gasped for breath. These damned robes and slippers they had to wear Up There were not very practical in the least bit. Couldn't they have chosen something else? And besides, she hadn't exactly run in four months, since she'd died. In her spare time she used to run all the time. She'd help poor kids on the street and organize fundraisers, something your average seventeen-year-old girl didn't do. That's why she was chosen as a whitelighter, she supposed.

Finally, the gates to the elders' council room. The gates were golden and elegantly, extravagantly tall, creaking open to usher her in. As soon as there was enough space for her to wedge through, she ran into the room.

"Here, Agnes." The elder held out his hand to receive the message. She handed it to him.

"What is it?" asked another.

"The Halliwell boy," the elder gasped. "Where is Gideon?"

"Not present," said one to Agnes's left. "Why do you ask?"

"He has gone to the manor in which the Charmed Ones' reside," replied the elder gravely. "He will kill the young boy."

"We must do something!" cried the elder—a woman—farthest from Agnes.

"We cannot interfere, it is not our job. We can only hope." He sighed. "But Gideon will pay the consequences."


The flames licked up to as far as his knees; he held his tongue to keep from crying out. There were innocents in this building that he had to save. He couldn't risk frightening them.

"Hello? Hello?!" he called, coughing. He knew for a fact that there was a little girl in here. He could sense her. "I'm only here to help," he assured her. "Please, come out. You can't hide from fire..."

A door opened and a little blonde girl stepped out, tears in her eyes. Her face was dirty and smeared, her nightdress torn, but otherwise she was fine. No burns, no wounds. She let out a loud sob, crying, "Where's my mommy?"

"Outside," he said, trying to stay calm. "Be good, okay kid? Be good." He held up a hand and orbed her out. He was about to orb out himself when a burning board came crashing down on him from the ceiling. He gasped in pain, struggling to break free with no avail. The burning was awful. He was too weak to orb out...he was inhaling smoke, coughing, choking, sputtering...

Finally he mustered up the strength and managed to orb out. But there was nobody to heal him now...

Then the scene changed. It formed to right where the previous one left off—trying to protect the blonde toddler in the playpen and failing. Gideon had him. And now he'd been stabbed...

But Chris slowly realized that the scenes that followed—a man appearing, laying on a bed, watching a red-haired woman and police officers enter the room, only to leave, shaking their head—were no ordinary dream. He'd been having this dream since he learned to talk. Every month or so, he'd dream of this...

This time, though, he realized to his horror that in his other dreams he watched the scene from afar—and this time he WAS the kid dying with a stab wound. And the crying man was Leo. And the woman...was Paige.


He woke with a start. It was bright outside and he was alone in the room still. Some of the wounds had healed through his unconsciousness, but he wasn't powerful enough to heal the rest.

He smiled. He didn't want to be powerful enough.

Where was everyone? He tried to get up but gasped in pain, falling back down. He uttered a small cry and managed to hoist himself up, wincing. He clutched the wall for support, inching his way down the stairs.

"Wyatt?" he croaked.

"Chris!" Piper shrieked. "Oh my god, we thought...Oh, Chris, we heard him. We heard Gideon. We thought you were dead! Oh my god, you're alive..."

Chris managed to kick the stone forming the cage that held his family inside. "Gideon..." he mumbled.

"I know, honey, I know..." Piper sobbed. "We saw him, he trapped us...Oh my god, oh my god..."

Leo bent down and started to heal him. "You healed some of this, didn't you?" he asked proudly.

Chris didn't respond. Because Leo wasn't smiling. He was looking at Paige with an accusing expression, like it was her fault, even though a part of him seemed to be pleased.

"What happened, honey?" asked Paige, ignoring her brother-in-law's glare.

"Gideon came," Chris said shakily. "He tried to kill me. He had a knife and—I didn't mean to, but that telekinesis thing happened and he flew at the wall...and I had the knife. I dropped it, though. I couldn't kill him, but I...He was...there was the blue stuff all around me and it hurt. All of a sudden it moved and hit him instead." His voice dropped to a weak whisper. "I killed him."

"No you didn't!" Paige insisted. "He killed himself. The elders would've recycled his soul anyways when they found out. Believe anything you want about him, Chris, but believe this: Everything that happened last night was his fault. You had nothing to do with it."

Piper drew him into a hug. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that..." she apologized. "We weren't careful enough."

Chris sniffled, but couldn't think of anything to say.

"Let's all go out and get some fresh air," Paige suggested optimistically. "We'll go out for lunch. I'll call Phoebe—she probably has no idea what's been happening."

"Lunch sounds great," Piper agreed. "How about it, boys?"

Wyatt and Chris nodded, both too solemn to say anything.

Chris followed them out to the car in a daze. Had he just imagined it...or had Leo just thought, "That kid is much too powerful for his own good"?


Sorry I haven't updated!! School's getting in the way. Would you believe that they gave us three hours of work on the FIRST DAY?? I know, it's crazy!! And the whole having three other siblings and two adults also needing the comp situation isn't exactly convenient. Sorry....

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