A/N~ Sorry it kind of took a while to update, but that's probably how big
the intervals are gonna be from now on... cuz I write slow and I don't have
much time...but on the bright side, I do have my whole plot figured out, so
at least I know what I'm doing...now I just have to put it together....anyway,
thanks to all that reviewed, I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer~ I don't own Charmed, but I own Kat, she is a character of my own making and imagination! But I don't own anyone from the actual show....I do I bother saying this every chapter, you already know this...w/e
Chris and Kat made their way downstairs where the sisters were waiting for them, talking actively in the living room. As soon as Chris walked in, however they all stopped talking and looked expectantly down at the potion vial he was holding. Kat followed right behind him and stood a bit awkwardly under the searching stare of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.
"Well, watcha waiting for?" Phoebe asked, breaking the silence and waving a hand in the air as if pushing Kat to get done with it.
"Oh, right," she said, looking like she had forgotten what they were here to do. She laid her palm open in front of Chris, who gingerly dropped the vial in her hand and took a few steps back.
"Jus in case, you know," he muttered, crossing his arms.
Kat rolled her eyes and uncorked the vial. She looked distastefully down on what could possibly bring forth her death, swirling the bluish liquid around. She then took a deep breath, muttered "Bottom's up," and brought the vial up to her lips, swinging her head back and swallowing the potion in one mouthful.
The second Kat had brought the vial back down, a few sparks flew off in the air around her and for a few moments, Kat's body seemed to become entirely transparent. She heard gasps coming from her small audience and suppressed her own cry of surprise as she stared down at her now see-through fingers.
Then, as suddenly as it had happened, Kat's body re-solidified itself, leaving the room and its occupants looking like a perfectly normal living room filled with perfectly normal looking up in astonishment at a shocked, yet perfectly normal young woman, who was standing in the middle of the perfectly normal living room.
"Well," Chris said, breaking the silence. "I guess she passed the test, huh? I don't see any ashes, and well, she's still here," he finished uncomfortably.
"Yep!" Paige piped in. "Welcome to the club, then, I guess..."
A few more moments of complete silence followed, broken only by the sound of the wind blowing against the windows and crickets chirping outside.
"Well, um, Kat, it was very nice meeting you, but it's getting late, I think maybe you should, you know, go home," Piper said, standing up.
"Oh. Home. Right. Home. Huh, okay, yeah, that's kind of the problem right now, I, uh," Kat started with an undertone of embarrassment creeping into her voice, "I kinda don't really have a 'home' right now. Unless you count New York and London, which are both kind of far away right...now...yeah..."
This comment led to even more staring and even more silence, until Chris, once again, interrupted.
"Well she can stay here, right? I mean, I'm sure we can make some room for her, we have an bed in the attic. It's been there forever, and always will be, but it'll do until she can find some place to stay....right?" he finished, looking around at the sisters' uncertain faces.
"I don't know, Chris, I..." Piper began.
"Look," Chris started, taking on his more serious, argument-worthy tone. "She's good, ok? She passed the test, and as far as I know, she's here to help us. Maybe you guys forgot what that's like, to have someone help you, but trust me, that will never do you any good. I'm ready to take any help we can get right now, because to be honest, we kind of need it. So just let her help," he finished, looking almost pleadingly down at his mother's face.
Piper sighed. "Chris's got a point, you guys. There's no harm in letting her stay I suppose. She can take the bed in the attic until something better comes along."
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I own you all, really, I do, I really appreciate this, thank you," Kat exclaimed, smiling widely, her green eyes shining happily.
"Come on, we'll get you set up," Chris said, heading back up to the attic.
"Chris?" Piper called when he was halfway up the stairs. "When you're done up there, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Sure Mom, I'll be right there, soon as I get done up here," Chris called back down.
Chris and Kat continued making their way up the stairs, Kat apparently lost in thought as Chris looked curiously up at her. It was only when they reached the attic that Kat seemed to become aware Chris was watching her. When she caught his eyes, he quickly looked elsewhere, acting innocent.
"Uh huh," Kat muttered as Chris started looking around the room, eventually spotting the rough iron-frame bed and heading towards it.
"What do you mean, uh huh?" Chris asked hurtfully.
"Nothing," Kat answered, looking amused and she helped Chris pull the bed out of the corner of the room.
Chris was about to argue when he changed his mind. Getting her to talk would lead to more questions and he didn't want any of those right now. He was already confused about everything as it was.
Because the truth was he liked Kat. He had known her for less than a day, yet there was something about her you couldn't miss that drew you to her immediately. Whatever it was, it confused him a bit since he hadn't really felt anything for other girls since Bianca, and even though he still missed her and loved her a much as he had before, he was starting to forget what it was like to become attached to someone that wasn't family. Though this probably didn't mean anything, he didn't want to risk it.
"I'll um...I'll go get some sheets, I'll be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable, I guess," Chris said before whipping around and bolting out of the room.
After Chris had left the room, Kat was left alone with a rusty bed and her own thoughts. Obviously, that was plenty of company. She smiled slightly looking back at the door, thinking of what she had just seen. Well, that doesn't really mean anything, she thought. So maybe Chris liked her? Plenty of people did, right? Maybe, but none had really caused that big of a disturbance. And how did she feel about him anyway? Sure, he was nice and sympathetic, and his looks were definitely a plus, but she barely knew him. Or barely knew him physically, anyway.
Kat groaned as she threw herself down on the floppy mattress, covering her face with her hands, trying to block out all the images that were flooding her head. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Coming here would not only change her and the Charmed ones' futures, it could change the future of the entire world...for better of for worse. That would mean a few thousand major headaches a day. And now with Chris obviously getting more involved, a few natural headaches would probably come along.
Well, she thought, at least the plan is going well, so far. So I wont have to deal with Father's pissed off-attack.
~~~
A/N~ Okay, so I guess you could consider this a minor cliffy, but not really. More like foreshadowing really. But can you really consider it foreshadowing if the author tells you it's foreshadowing? If yes, then it's foreshadowing, if not, then just scratch whatever I just said and go start to review! Please!
Disclaimer~ I don't own Charmed, but I own Kat, she is a character of my own making and imagination! But I don't own anyone from the actual show....I do I bother saying this every chapter, you already know this...w/e
Chris and Kat made their way downstairs where the sisters were waiting for them, talking actively in the living room. As soon as Chris walked in, however they all stopped talking and looked expectantly down at the potion vial he was holding. Kat followed right behind him and stood a bit awkwardly under the searching stare of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.
"Well, watcha waiting for?" Phoebe asked, breaking the silence and waving a hand in the air as if pushing Kat to get done with it.
"Oh, right," she said, looking like she had forgotten what they were here to do. She laid her palm open in front of Chris, who gingerly dropped the vial in her hand and took a few steps back.
"Jus in case, you know," he muttered, crossing his arms.
Kat rolled her eyes and uncorked the vial. She looked distastefully down on what could possibly bring forth her death, swirling the bluish liquid around. She then took a deep breath, muttered "Bottom's up," and brought the vial up to her lips, swinging her head back and swallowing the potion in one mouthful.
The second Kat had brought the vial back down, a few sparks flew off in the air around her and for a few moments, Kat's body seemed to become entirely transparent. She heard gasps coming from her small audience and suppressed her own cry of surprise as she stared down at her now see-through fingers.
Then, as suddenly as it had happened, Kat's body re-solidified itself, leaving the room and its occupants looking like a perfectly normal living room filled with perfectly normal looking up in astonishment at a shocked, yet perfectly normal young woman, who was standing in the middle of the perfectly normal living room.
"Well," Chris said, breaking the silence. "I guess she passed the test, huh? I don't see any ashes, and well, she's still here," he finished uncomfortably.
"Yep!" Paige piped in. "Welcome to the club, then, I guess..."
A few more moments of complete silence followed, broken only by the sound of the wind blowing against the windows and crickets chirping outside.
"Well, um, Kat, it was very nice meeting you, but it's getting late, I think maybe you should, you know, go home," Piper said, standing up.
"Oh. Home. Right. Home. Huh, okay, yeah, that's kind of the problem right now, I, uh," Kat started with an undertone of embarrassment creeping into her voice, "I kinda don't really have a 'home' right now. Unless you count New York and London, which are both kind of far away right...now...yeah..."
This comment led to even more staring and even more silence, until Chris, once again, interrupted.
"Well she can stay here, right? I mean, I'm sure we can make some room for her, we have an bed in the attic. It's been there forever, and always will be, but it'll do until she can find some place to stay....right?" he finished, looking around at the sisters' uncertain faces.
"I don't know, Chris, I..." Piper began.
"Look," Chris started, taking on his more serious, argument-worthy tone. "She's good, ok? She passed the test, and as far as I know, she's here to help us. Maybe you guys forgot what that's like, to have someone help you, but trust me, that will never do you any good. I'm ready to take any help we can get right now, because to be honest, we kind of need it. So just let her help," he finished, looking almost pleadingly down at his mother's face.
Piper sighed. "Chris's got a point, you guys. There's no harm in letting her stay I suppose. She can take the bed in the attic until something better comes along."
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I own you all, really, I do, I really appreciate this, thank you," Kat exclaimed, smiling widely, her green eyes shining happily.
"Come on, we'll get you set up," Chris said, heading back up to the attic.
"Chris?" Piper called when he was halfway up the stairs. "When you're done up there, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Sure Mom, I'll be right there, soon as I get done up here," Chris called back down.
Chris and Kat continued making their way up the stairs, Kat apparently lost in thought as Chris looked curiously up at her. It was only when they reached the attic that Kat seemed to become aware Chris was watching her. When she caught his eyes, he quickly looked elsewhere, acting innocent.
"Uh huh," Kat muttered as Chris started looking around the room, eventually spotting the rough iron-frame bed and heading towards it.
"What do you mean, uh huh?" Chris asked hurtfully.
"Nothing," Kat answered, looking amused and she helped Chris pull the bed out of the corner of the room.
Chris was about to argue when he changed his mind. Getting her to talk would lead to more questions and he didn't want any of those right now. He was already confused about everything as it was.
Because the truth was he liked Kat. He had known her for less than a day, yet there was something about her you couldn't miss that drew you to her immediately. Whatever it was, it confused him a bit since he hadn't really felt anything for other girls since Bianca, and even though he still missed her and loved her a much as he had before, he was starting to forget what it was like to become attached to someone that wasn't family. Though this probably didn't mean anything, he didn't want to risk it.
"I'll um...I'll go get some sheets, I'll be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable, I guess," Chris said before whipping around and bolting out of the room.
After Chris had left the room, Kat was left alone with a rusty bed and her own thoughts. Obviously, that was plenty of company. She smiled slightly looking back at the door, thinking of what she had just seen. Well, that doesn't really mean anything, she thought. So maybe Chris liked her? Plenty of people did, right? Maybe, but none had really caused that big of a disturbance. And how did she feel about him anyway? Sure, he was nice and sympathetic, and his looks were definitely a plus, but she barely knew him. Or barely knew him physically, anyway.
Kat groaned as she threw herself down on the floppy mattress, covering her face with her hands, trying to block out all the images that were flooding her head. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Coming here would not only change her and the Charmed ones' futures, it could change the future of the entire world...for better of for worse. That would mean a few thousand major headaches a day. And now with Chris obviously getting more involved, a few natural headaches would probably come along.
Well, she thought, at least the plan is going well, so far. So I wont have to deal with Father's pissed off-attack.
~~~
A/N~ Okay, so I guess you could consider this a minor cliffy, but not really. More like foreshadowing really. But can you really consider it foreshadowing if the author tells you it's foreshadowing? If yes, then it's foreshadowing, if not, then just scratch whatever I just said and go start to review! Please!