A/N~ Hello people, and thank you once again to those of you who reviewed my
previous chapters! Big thanks to you guys! And now, without further
talking, onwards to the next chapter!
Disclaimer~ Don't own, don't sue~
The attic at night wasn't exactly a reassuring place. The moon light shone through the rackety blinds and created a striped pattern across the walls and floor, which, combined with the whistling of the wind against the window, turned this pretty normal attic into something out of a horror movie. To add to the suspense, the floorboards started creaking as Kat walked towards the door, grabbing her coat from the chair were she had dropped it.
"Creepy," Kat whispered, holding back a shiver as the door creaked open.
Trying not to make any noise, Kat tip-toed downstairs and headed for the front door. With a last look behind her, she opened it as little as she needed and sneaked outside.
Kat was met with a sudden rush of cool air. Quietly shutting the door behind her, Kat took in a deep breath and walked down the sidewalk until she reached the street. She looked both directions, making sure no one was coming, which, considering it was 2 o'clock in the morning, was a bit pointless.
She sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and lifted her hands up in front of her, pressed together as if in prayer. She closed her eyes in concentration, and as her hands were pulled apart, a shiny, silvery substance stretched between them. A few seconds later, Kat sat on the pavement holding was looked like a dinner-plate sized bubble.
Staring intently at what she held in front of her, Kat muttered a few words, causing the "bubble" to light up with a strangely dimmed light. The inside of the strange globe started floating around, spinning uncontrollably. Then it stopped, and inside the globe was the face of an elderly man, his silver hair slicked back on his head. He wore a grim expression and an almost disdainful look crossed his face when Kat spoke.
"Hello Father," she said, keeping her voice low in case anyone was listening, though that seemed rather unlikely.
"Katelianna," the man said brusquely.
"I have infiltrated the Charmed One's home, Father, just as you planned," Kat said, taking on a business-like attitude.
"Good. Though I had hoped it would not take you so long. Have you informed them of the Kalbar yet? Or are you incompetent enough to have forgotten entirely about the point of your expedition?" the man said rudely.
"No, I have to yet told them. But I have not forgotten, either. I simply did not think the right moment had come up yet," Kat answered, exasperatedly.
"Oh of course," the man responded sarcastically from inside the globe. "The right moment must come. Why had I not thought of that before?" he finished with a mocking smile and snort.
"Father, I know this must sound pointless to you, but I cannot just-"Kat began, trying to explain.
"Yes, it does sound pointless, Katelianna, because while you are 'wait for the right moment', our people are getting murdered and tortured. Do what you must, but make it quick."
Kat sighed and looked sadly, yet resignedly, at the harsh man in the globe. "Of course, Father, I'll-"she started, but once again she was cut short by a sudden noise behind her. In surprise, she let go of the globe as she turned around, so that it crashed on her ground, exploding much like a water balloon would if it had been thrown onto the pavement.
To her surprise, Kat turned around to find Chris staring at her, looking equally surprised to find her there.
"Um, Kat, hi," he began awkwardly. "W-what are you doing out here?"
"I should be asking you the same question," Kat responded, trying to hide her nervousness as she wondered whether he had seen anything.
Chris shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket as he sat down on the sidewalk next to her. "Couldn't sleep," he answered simply.
"Me neither."
The pathetic excuse for a conversation was followed by another awkward silence as the both of them stared straight ahead at the house across the street, which had suddenly become extremely interesting.
"Sorry if I, you know, interrupted anything," Chris said, turning to face Kat. "You just seemed kind of surprised. Like you were dong something before."
"No, no, I wasn't doing anything," Kat said nervously, trying not to sound like she was accusing herself. "Just, thinking that's all."
"About what?"
"Everything, I guess. The past, the present, the future. There's plenty to think about up there," Kat answered, pointing to her head.
"Guess there is," Chris said, looking thoughtfully down at her.
Kat looked back at him for a second them dropped her gaze, clearing her throat awkwardly. Chris got the hint and looked away as well.
"Must me weird. Having all that stuff going through you're head all the time. Doesn't it get in the way though? Of everything?" Chris asked, looking at her again, this time with curiosity.
"It did, at first. When I first received the Sight it was.....overwhelming. It was like everything was blacked out and for a while, nothing existed to me except time. I just lived inside my own head. But eventually I learned to live with it, to block it out when I needed to. It's still there, all the time, I just had to learn to live with it. It's not like I had a choice anyway," Kat explained.
"Do you? Have a choice I mean? Shouldn't be able to choose whether you want those responsibilities?" Chris asked.
"Guess not. I mean, whoever decides these things usually have pretty good reasons for doing it. And if they do, then it must be right. I know it's something you cant help but wonder about. Why me? But you just have to accept it. All things happen for a reason, so you might as well let it be," Kat finished.
"Wow," Chris said, going back to staring at the incredibly interesting house across the street. "That was deep."
"Yeah, well, I've been working on it," Kat said with a grin.
Chris smiled back and they both quieted, going back to their own thoughts.
"Are things better?" Chris asked out of the blue after a few minutes had gone by. "In the future, I mean. Did anything really change?" He looked down at Kat, sadness filling his eyes, making it almost impossible for Kat to look at him. She could see he was starting to give up on ever fixing the future and that just added onto the list of things she had to do. If Chris stopped trying, there would be serious consequences in the future. She knew.
"Well, I'm not really suppose to answer that," Kat said after thinking about what he was asking for a moment. "I mean, you always say it, it could change everything right? But you can't give up. That's all. Just keep trying. You'll know when to stop. Trust me, you will."
Chris, who had been looking into the distance while Kat had been speaking, looked back down at his new friend.
"You know, you're deeper than you let people know," he said, a half smile coming across his lips.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Kat said, returning the smile.
They both sat there for a while, looking into each other's eyes. The mood was kinda ruined when Kat stood up suddenly, wiping the dirt off the jeans.
"We better get back in. It's late," she said, then paused, thinking over what she had just said. "Ok, never mind, it's early, but that's my point. We should try to get some sleep, we have a long day waiting for us tomorrow."
"Um, we do?" Chris asked, looking extremely lost as he followed Kat back up to the house.
"Oh yeah. You know, there are a lot of demons after you guys. You're not very popular," Kat explained as they opened the door and walked back into the house.
They went up the stairs in silence as to not wake up the sisters. When they reached the first floor landing, Chris turned to Kat.
"Good night," he whispered.
"Good night," Kat whispered back before heading for the attic.
Chris, who was still standing in the middle of the hallway, called her back.
"Thanks, by the way. I'll take your advice," he said just loud enough so she could here him. "You know, about the future, and knowing when it's time to stop."
"No problem," Kat whispered. "Good night. Or good morning. Whatever."
At that, she turned back and headed upstairs, leaving Chris to stare at the spot where she had just been standing, thoughts about this strange girl still circling around his head.
A/N~ Ok, so here it is! What did ya think? Let me know and review! Please! And by the way, just in case you were wondering, this fic is based kinda after the spider episode, except Piper is still living at the manor...just in case any of you were wondering! Thanks again and please review!
Disclaimer~ Don't own, don't sue~
The attic at night wasn't exactly a reassuring place. The moon light shone through the rackety blinds and created a striped pattern across the walls and floor, which, combined with the whistling of the wind against the window, turned this pretty normal attic into something out of a horror movie. To add to the suspense, the floorboards started creaking as Kat walked towards the door, grabbing her coat from the chair were she had dropped it.
"Creepy," Kat whispered, holding back a shiver as the door creaked open.
Trying not to make any noise, Kat tip-toed downstairs and headed for the front door. With a last look behind her, she opened it as little as she needed and sneaked outside.
Kat was met with a sudden rush of cool air. Quietly shutting the door behind her, Kat took in a deep breath and walked down the sidewalk until she reached the street. She looked both directions, making sure no one was coming, which, considering it was 2 o'clock in the morning, was a bit pointless.
She sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and lifted her hands up in front of her, pressed together as if in prayer. She closed her eyes in concentration, and as her hands were pulled apart, a shiny, silvery substance stretched between them. A few seconds later, Kat sat on the pavement holding was looked like a dinner-plate sized bubble.
Staring intently at what she held in front of her, Kat muttered a few words, causing the "bubble" to light up with a strangely dimmed light. The inside of the strange globe started floating around, spinning uncontrollably. Then it stopped, and inside the globe was the face of an elderly man, his silver hair slicked back on his head. He wore a grim expression and an almost disdainful look crossed his face when Kat spoke.
"Hello Father," she said, keeping her voice low in case anyone was listening, though that seemed rather unlikely.
"Katelianna," the man said brusquely.
"I have infiltrated the Charmed One's home, Father, just as you planned," Kat said, taking on a business-like attitude.
"Good. Though I had hoped it would not take you so long. Have you informed them of the Kalbar yet? Or are you incompetent enough to have forgotten entirely about the point of your expedition?" the man said rudely.
"No, I have to yet told them. But I have not forgotten, either. I simply did not think the right moment had come up yet," Kat answered, exasperatedly.
"Oh of course," the man responded sarcastically from inside the globe. "The right moment must come. Why had I not thought of that before?" he finished with a mocking smile and snort.
"Father, I know this must sound pointless to you, but I cannot just-"Kat began, trying to explain.
"Yes, it does sound pointless, Katelianna, because while you are 'wait for the right moment', our people are getting murdered and tortured. Do what you must, but make it quick."
Kat sighed and looked sadly, yet resignedly, at the harsh man in the globe. "Of course, Father, I'll-"she started, but once again she was cut short by a sudden noise behind her. In surprise, she let go of the globe as she turned around, so that it crashed on her ground, exploding much like a water balloon would if it had been thrown onto the pavement.
To her surprise, Kat turned around to find Chris staring at her, looking equally surprised to find her there.
"Um, Kat, hi," he began awkwardly. "W-what are you doing out here?"
"I should be asking you the same question," Kat responded, trying to hide her nervousness as she wondered whether he had seen anything.
Chris shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket as he sat down on the sidewalk next to her. "Couldn't sleep," he answered simply.
"Me neither."
The pathetic excuse for a conversation was followed by another awkward silence as the both of them stared straight ahead at the house across the street, which had suddenly become extremely interesting.
"Sorry if I, you know, interrupted anything," Chris said, turning to face Kat. "You just seemed kind of surprised. Like you were dong something before."
"No, no, I wasn't doing anything," Kat said nervously, trying not to sound like she was accusing herself. "Just, thinking that's all."
"About what?"
"Everything, I guess. The past, the present, the future. There's plenty to think about up there," Kat answered, pointing to her head.
"Guess there is," Chris said, looking thoughtfully down at her.
Kat looked back at him for a second them dropped her gaze, clearing her throat awkwardly. Chris got the hint and looked away as well.
"Must me weird. Having all that stuff going through you're head all the time. Doesn't it get in the way though? Of everything?" Chris asked, looking at her again, this time with curiosity.
"It did, at first. When I first received the Sight it was.....overwhelming. It was like everything was blacked out and for a while, nothing existed to me except time. I just lived inside my own head. But eventually I learned to live with it, to block it out when I needed to. It's still there, all the time, I just had to learn to live with it. It's not like I had a choice anyway," Kat explained.
"Do you? Have a choice I mean? Shouldn't be able to choose whether you want those responsibilities?" Chris asked.
"Guess not. I mean, whoever decides these things usually have pretty good reasons for doing it. And if they do, then it must be right. I know it's something you cant help but wonder about. Why me? But you just have to accept it. All things happen for a reason, so you might as well let it be," Kat finished.
"Wow," Chris said, going back to staring at the incredibly interesting house across the street. "That was deep."
"Yeah, well, I've been working on it," Kat said with a grin.
Chris smiled back and they both quieted, going back to their own thoughts.
"Are things better?" Chris asked out of the blue after a few minutes had gone by. "In the future, I mean. Did anything really change?" He looked down at Kat, sadness filling his eyes, making it almost impossible for Kat to look at him. She could see he was starting to give up on ever fixing the future and that just added onto the list of things she had to do. If Chris stopped trying, there would be serious consequences in the future. She knew.
"Well, I'm not really suppose to answer that," Kat said after thinking about what he was asking for a moment. "I mean, you always say it, it could change everything right? But you can't give up. That's all. Just keep trying. You'll know when to stop. Trust me, you will."
Chris, who had been looking into the distance while Kat had been speaking, looked back down at his new friend.
"You know, you're deeper than you let people know," he said, a half smile coming across his lips.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Kat said, returning the smile.
They both sat there for a while, looking into each other's eyes. The mood was kinda ruined when Kat stood up suddenly, wiping the dirt off the jeans.
"We better get back in. It's late," she said, then paused, thinking over what she had just said. "Ok, never mind, it's early, but that's my point. We should try to get some sleep, we have a long day waiting for us tomorrow."
"Um, we do?" Chris asked, looking extremely lost as he followed Kat back up to the house.
"Oh yeah. You know, there are a lot of demons after you guys. You're not very popular," Kat explained as they opened the door and walked back into the house.
They went up the stairs in silence as to not wake up the sisters. When they reached the first floor landing, Chris turned to Kat.
"Good night," he whispered.
"Good night," Kat whispered back before heading for the attic.
Chris, who was still standing in the middle of the hallway, called her back.
"Thanks, by the way. I'll take your advice," he said just loud enough so she could here him. "You know, about the future, and knowing when it's time to stop."
"No problem," Kat whispered. "Good night. Or good morning. Whatever."
At that, she turned back and headed upstairs, leaving Chris to stare at the spot where she had just been standing, thoughts about this strange girl still circling around his head.
A/N~ Ok, so here it is! What did ya think? Let me know and review! Please! And by the way, just in case you were wondering, this fic is based kinda after the spider episode, except Piper is still living at the manor...just in case any of you were wondering! Thanks again and please review!