Chapter 2: 2004
A/N: Okay, here's the next chapter! I hope you like it. Thanks to my 3 reviewers. You're the reason this chapter is here. Enjoy my story centered around Paris Marie Matthews. This is season seven except Phoebe has her power, adult Chris is alive and little Chris is 2 months old.
Charmed-One111488: Glad you love it! I'll keep writing!
ChArMeDcRaZiChIcK: I like the idea of Paige's daughter too. I'm updating as fast as I can!
scream-queen218: Thanks! I'll continue.
Paris stumbled out of the portal. She was still in the attic, but it was different. There were a few things missing. There was also something there that Paris had never seen there before…a playpen! It worked! She was in the past…but when? The attic was empty. She sensed someone else was in the house. "Hello", she called, "Is anyone here?" She heard hurried footsteps running up the stairs.
Paige burst into her room. Paris was ecstatic to see her mother again, alive and well. Her mother surveyed her suspiciously. "Who are you? What do you want?" she demanded angrily.
"Relax m…Paige. My name is, um, Marie Evans. I need to talk to Chris", she said nervously. She used her middle name and dad's last name so as to not divulge to many future secrets. She sincerely hoped her mother would not attempt to vanquish her.
"Your from the future", Paige guessed. Paris (Marie) nodded in confirmation. She asked, "Is it important?" Paris nodded again. "Okay", Paige said sighing. "CHRIS!" Paige called. Chris materialized in a swirl of blue-white lights. When he caught sight of Paris his eyes widened. He said nothing for he didn't know how much she had said.
"Hey Chris", she said brightly, "remember me, Marie, your friend. We need to talk…now!" Chris, sensing the urgency in her voice followed without question. Paris orbed to the Golden Gate Bridge and Chris followed suit. When they arrived at the bridge Chris dropped all pretenses.
"What the hell are you doing here Paris! I told you not to come!" Chris yelled angrily.
"They're dead", she interrupted. She was close to crying again now. Her words cut across him like a knife.
"Dead? Who?" he whispered.
"All of them", she said crying her heart out now, "mom, aunt Phoebe, uncle Jason, Prue and Mel. It was one of Wyatt's demons. I called uncle Leo but he wouldn't come. I only got away because I made a weird pink shield." She looked up at her cousin to see that he too was now crying. "Don't cry Chris", she said soothingly, "it shows weakness remember". She grabbed his hand and they orbed back to the manor only to face the wrath of the Charmed Ones.
A/N: Okay, here's the next chapter! I hope you like it. Thanks to my 3 reviewers. You're the reason this chapter is here. Enjoy my story centered around Paris Marie Matthews. This is season seven except Phoebe has her power, adult Chris is alive and little Chris is 2 months old.
Charmed-One111488: Glad you love it! I'll keep writing!
ChArMeDcRaZiChIcK: I like the idea of Paige's daughter too. I'm updating as fast as I can!
scream-queen218: Thanks! I'll continue.
Paris stumbled out of the portal. She was still in the attic, but it was different. There were a few things missing. There was also something there that Paris had never seen there before…a playpen! It worked! She was in the past…but when? The attic was empty. She sensed someone else was in the house. "Hello", she called, "Is anyone here?" She heard hurried footsteps running up the stairs.
Paige burst into her room. Paris was ecstatic to see her mother again, alive and well. Her mother surveyed her suspiciously. "Who are you? What do you want?" she demanded angrily.
"Relax m…Paige. My name is, um, Marie Evans. I need to talk to Chris", she said nervously. She used her middle name and dad's last name so as to not divulge to many future secrets. She sincerely hoped her mother would not attempt to vanquish her.
"Your from the future", Paige guessed. Paris (Marie) nodded in confirmation. She asked, "Is it important?" Paris nodded again. "Okay", Paige said sighing. "CHRIS!" Paige called. Chris materialized in a swirl of blue-white lights. When he caught sight of Paris his eyes widened. He said nothing for he didn't know how much she had said.
"Hey Chris", she said brightly, "remember me, Marie, your friend. We need to talk…now!" Chris, sensing the urgency in her voice followed without question. Paris orbed to the Golden Gate Bridge and Chris followed suit. When they arrived at the bridge Chris dropped all pretenses.
"What the hell are you doing here Paris! I told you not to come!" Chris yelled angrily.
"They're dead", she interrupted. She was close to crying again now. Her words cut across him like a knife.
"Dead? Who?" he whispered.
"All of them", she said crying her heart out now, "mom, aunt Phoebe, uncle Jason, Prue and Mel. It was one of Wyatt's demons. I called uncle Leo but he wouldn't come. I only got away because I made a weird pink shield." She looked up at her cousin to see that he too was now crying. "Don't cry Chris", she said soothingly, "it shows weakness remember". She grabbed his hand and they orbed back to the manor only to face the wrath of the Charmed Ones.