Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or this song by Yellowcard...but I do own what's left of my homework-obsessed mind! YAY! (not)

Only One

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason
I'm upstairs in the attic when I hear the shrieks. In less than an instant, four frightened children have orbed there way up beside me. Catty and Cassy are crying, Prue looks shaken, and Andy's merely standing there with a look of exasperation.

"Didn't Chris tell you to go away?" he asks me coldly.

"I'm not a demon," I insist. "I'm not dangerous."

"I know that. Chris told me already."

I study the boy's face. Did Chris really tell him that I wasn't a demon? Somehow, I find myself surprised that he doesn't completely hate me. A crash from downstairs alerts me back into the current situation. "What's happening?" I demand.

"A demon," he responds casually. By now Prue is comforting the twins and Andy's walking over to the book. "Chris is going to need this if he doesn't kill the demon."

I note that he doesn't meet my eyes. But how could he know that I was the one that killed his mother if Chris didn't tell him? Or was there some other reason he was being so hostile to me?

An earshattering smash rings through the manor. I bite my tongue, but resist the instinct to shimmer down. Chris doesn't need me. He'd only be angrier if I went down to help him. Besides, Chris rarely ever lost a fight with a demon.

The noise stops. I figure that Chris will call up to them that its safe, but the call never comes. The children and I remain frozen in anticipation.

The phone rings and we all jump up in surprise. "Is anybody going to pick that up?" I ask them.

"No, Chris will," Prue answers. "It's probably just the club calling again."

I flinch. It's my fault he's managing the club on his own. Sure enough, after the first three rings Chris picks it up from downstairs. I run down the stairs to try and eavesdrop, but I can't hear anything but whispers. I strain my ear through the wall seperating the stairs from the kitchen. He sounds so pained...

I strike up the nerve to finally look at him and I feel I'm choking up my heart. There he is, laying motionless, on the floor. The dialtone of the phone still clutched in his hands is blaring and there's a hole in his stomach gushing blood on the floor.

"Chris!" I shriek. "Oh my god, Chris...what happened? Wake up..." I can't call 911. How can I explain this to them? My mind races and I finally come up with a name. Leo. But who was Leo? Why did I think of him so suddenly? Chris had mentioned his name somewhere before, I knew.

So I do the first thing that comes to mind. "LEO! LEO!! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The sound of whitelighter orbs jingle through the room. A man appears in robes and my memory comes flooding back. Leo is Chris' father, the maniac under a spell.

The man turns to face me, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. "Who are you? Why are you calling me?"

I point a shaky finger at Chris' crumpled up form on the floor, but when he looks his face remains expressionless.

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

"Leo, snap out of it! I know who you are! Your his father. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

His blank stare turns to me again. "Nothing means anything to me. If he dies it's not the end of the world. It's not my problem."

It's the spell talking, I know it. Deep inside his eyes I can see the longing, the slight tremor in his voice becoming more apparent. He's fighting it. That's a start. "You know that you care, Leo!" I burst. "Think about it...what would happen to your nieces and nephews if he was gone? Don't you care about him?!"

He's struggling with all of his might to gain control, his eyes flickering over to Chris. It doesn't seem that Chris has very much time left. I can't hear him breathing anymore and his fale is pale and lifeless. My blood runs cold. Is he...dead?

"Please, Leo...Chris is going to die if you don't do something!" Tears slide down my cheeks as I make futile attempts to awaken him from this curse.

He blinks, suddenly alert. "Dammit--Chris!" he gasps, running to the boy.

I can only pray it's not too late.

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone

My vision blurs and I can't watch. There is no sigh of relief and the blood doesn't disappear. I hear sirens in the distance, but I know that it's too late. My Chris is dead.

The four children are standing at the bottom of the stairs watching Leo, a broken man, sob over Chris' body. My knees feel weak and I drop to the floor, weeping. It's all my fault that he's dead. All my fault...If I had just refused to take the oath as an assassin, if I'd just run away from Wyatt...and now he's dead. The only love I've ever know lays dead in vain in front of my very eyes.

The sirens come and the door breaks down, and I know what I have to do.

"Trust me," I beg Andy as I take my hand. "Please, trust me."

He nods, giving me his hand. I scoop up one of the sobbing twins in my arms and shimmer the four children away. They're my responsibility. I killed Chris; it's my fault. I shimmer them into my house and my mom sees me, covered in Chris' blood, and shrieks.

"Mom, I'm fine," I promise her. Tears slide down my cheeks and I whisper. "It's Chris. He's...dead."

"Oh, honey," she chokes, her voice straining. I know she cared about Chris as much as I did.

"Could you watch them?" I plead, indicating the bawling children. Andy seems to be in a state of shock, Prue is weeping uncontrollably, and the twins are throwing a temper tantrum and screaming incoherent words at each other and pointing. "I need to be alone for a moment."

I shimmer into the manor just in time to see the stretcher pull Chris into the ambulance. "He's dead," I whisper to myself. Nobody can hear me. "Don't you know he's dead?" A small sob escapes from my throat as I watch the sirens whir away.

And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only my only one

"Bianca, right?" asks Leo. He's crying, too.

I nod.

"Thank you for breaking the spell. I only wish...that I could've saved him." His voice breaks and he looks down. "I guess I was pretty horrible while I was under that spell, huh?"

"Yeah. You hurt him, Leo. I don't know you and you don't know me, but I can tell you that I was closer to him then you ever were." My words are cold with ice, slapping him in the face. "But don't thank me, Leo. If you knew the truth about me then you wouldn't even be speaking right now."

"You killed Piper," he whispers.

"I know. And I regret it more than anything else." I turn to him. "He was going to kill me. He was going to kill Chris! I had no choice...and now he's dead..."

He puts a hand on my shoulder as I sob. "You two must have been very close."

"He hates me now...but he's dead..."

"Bianca, I can never forgive you for what you've done to Piper and her sisters, but I want to thank you for helping me and my son. Even if it was too late for both of us."

"It's never too late," I breathe, shimmering away from him. I find myself on the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, screaming up at the sky. "Bring him back! Bring him back down here!" I demand to the elders. "You don't understand. We need them! They need him, those poor little kids need him. The world needs him. We're all going to die if he doesn't come back...Please..."

Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone

Bianca?

I whip around, shocked, as my tears dissolve in the wind. I look up. "Chris, I hope you can hear me, wherever you are. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you and those little kids, but I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to help them, no matter what. Can you hear me, Chris? Can you hear me?" I bury my face in my hands, weeping for the love I've lost. My whole life seems to flash before me. The only important moments were with Chris.

Standing out on my porch, our first kiss, chasing after the ice cream trucks on those hot days in the park, battling demons side by side, knowing that he'd protect me no matter what, long walks talking on the streets of San Francisco, staring up at the moon and naming the stars.

It'll never happen again. I killed him.

I can hear you. Hold on...I'm coming back.

"Chris?" I ask uncertainly.

Hold on.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one

"Come back," I moan. "Please..."

I'm coming.