A/N I am totally hating myself right now, because I realized just how long its been since I updated. I cant believe I left poor little Chris all alone for so long. Shame on me! palmface But fear not, I am back, and so are Chris and Kat! Thanks to Adalon for snapping me out of it, just like zoned-out did for my other Charmed fic. Now that I've started writing it again though, I'm really getting back into it, so I should be updating again fairly soon. Thanks to those who reviewed before, hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

Disclaimer Urg, why do I even bother doing these, you know I don't own anything. I'm poor, remember?

Kat sat on the couch, forehead resting on her hands, trying to ignore the meaningless chatter coming from all around her.

The sisters and Chris were discussing recents events. They were currently arguing on who or what the man on the bridge had been. Meaningless indeed, as Kat already knew the answer, though she had not yet made either Chris or the sisters aware of that fact.

Her mind was replaying what had happened less than ten minutes ago. No matter how hard she tried, she could not forget the look of pure hatred and revulsion that had rested on the face of the man she had once known as cheerful and caring.

As much as she wanted to end the discussion the Halliwells were having, she could not think of any other way to tell them what she knew other than letting them know everything. And she didnt really feel prepared to do that right, especially after what had been going on between her and Chris for the past two days. She didnt want to ruin it all just because of something that wasnt even part of her life anymore.

However, she knew she'd have to let them know about the guy on the bridge sooner or later, so she decided she might as well do it sooner. She already had a throbbing headache and their bickering and arguing was just making it worse.

"The guy was a bloody water demon, now will you all shut up!" she said rather louder than she had first enticipated. Post seeing the offended look on their faces, she add a small, "Please?"

"Well, what's got you in such a mood?" Paige asked, almost forgetting the information they had just received.

"Never mind that, she has a headache and the Sight is bugging her," Phoebe, the ever-perceptive empath, interupted before Kat could get a word in. "How do you know he's a water demon?"

"Because I know him. His name is Nathaniel," Kat explained, rubbing her temples. "He was my cousin."

This statement was met with silence as they all figured out what that meant. Chris was the first to react.

"Kat, are you sure it was him? Because why would one of your own people, let alone you cousin, want to kill you? Because if that's not what he was trying to do up there, I must be going blind or something."

"Yes, I'm sure it was him. And as to why, well I'm sure he had his reasons. Leaving the clan and all our traditions is really looked down upon where I come from. He must have held a stronger grudge than I thought." Kat smiled weakly at her mirthless humor, trying to keep the deception from showing in her voice. She couldn tell them the truth. Not yet.

More silence followed.

"Well that's a strict bunch of people where you come from," Paige said.

Kat laughed, for real this time. "You have no idea," she said, the irony going deeper than the rest of them thought.

"Well, now that we know what we're dealing with, we just have to figure out how to get rid of it," Piper said, getting things bac on track. "Shouldnt be to hard, there's probably a vanquishing potion in the Book of Shadows, and if he really wants to kill you, he'll come after you again, so we dont even have to go looking for him."

"Right, but we can get to that tomorrow, because I can feel everybody here is kinda tired," Phoebe pipped in before her sister started handing out jobs. "Hang overs tend to do that to people. So we can deal with whatever we've got on our hands after we're fully rested. Besides, I doubt he'll come after you while you're here. Even killers have common sense."

"I gotta agree with her on that. I'm exhausted, I'm going to bed," Paige said, already heading towards the stairs.

"Mom, is it ok if I sleep here tonight? Just in case anything does happen, I want to be close by," Chris said.

"Sure, if you do mind the couch go ahead. At least if we do need you, we'll be able to get you up. It's always impossible to wake you up just by calling for you," Piper said.

"And sorry to tell you it always will be. You used to get mad at me for that," Chris said with a grin.

"Great, another rock-hard sleeper!" Piper said. "Well then, Kat, if anything does come up, just throw something heavy on the ground and start screaming. It should get him up," Piper said.

Kat smiled. "I'll remember that."

"Well, 'night everyone, I'm off to bed," Phoebe said, following Paige's lead up the stairs.

Kat whispered her 'goodnight's as well and headed for the attic. Piper fetched some blanket for the couch, then headed upstairs as well.

Chris made himself as comfortable as he could, and closed his eyes. Yet even hours later, thoughts still rushed around under his closed eyelids and kept sleep away.

Chris woke up with a start. He didnt know exactly when he had finally fallen asleep, though he didnt think it had been that long. He looked around for the source of what had woken him up.

His question was answered when the room was lit up with a bright flash and a loud crash followed it. The clouds that had been hovering over and around the city for some time had finally broken open.

Chris stood up from his makeshift bed and walked groggily over to the window. He wasnt a fan of getting caught in thunderstorms, but he had always enjoys watching the rain trickle over the stained glass windows. It always made things seem more simple, less desperate.

However, instead of calming him, looking down the window send a spark of worry through him. He pressed his nose to the glass, trying to identify the shadow that lurked just next to the street in front of the house, then, when he couldnt figure it out, he grabbed his coat that hung next to the door and headed outside.

I shouldnt have bothered with a coat, Chris thought grumpily. It had only taken a few mere second for him to get soaked from the moment he had set foot outside. His hair was dripping water in his eyes and his shirt and coat clung to his back. This was a storm like there hadnt been in quite a while. Lightnight ripped across the sky every few seconds and the downpour was so heavy, the gutter were already starting to flood. Supressing a grumble, he headed towards the skulking figure on the sidewalk.

It took a while for him to recognize the person through the downpour, and he advanded warily, not sure whether he really to run into it. However, we he finally realized who it was, he walked hurridly towards the edge of the road.

"Does your habbit of coming out here at night really have to stretch this far?" Chris shouted through the crack of thunder.

Kat's head snapped up in surprise, and she tensed, ready to fend off whoever it was that had surprised her. She relaxed when she noticed who it was and managed a crooked smile.

"And does you habbit of coming after me out here at night stretch this far as well?" she asked.

Chris grinned at the remark. He noticed that she, unlike him, had not even bothered to take a coat. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying getting soaked. She was, as usual, sitting on the curb, and her Doc Martins-clad feet rested in the street. Water flooding from the gutters flooded them, rushing down the street like a small yet powerful stream. She looked as if she had been sitting her a while since her clothes and hair were completely soaked, yet so were Chris's and he had been out barely a minute.

Kat patted the curb next to her, water splashing around her hand. "Sit down."

Chris's eyebrows shot up. "Dont you think I'm wet enough already?" he asked.

"That's my point. You cant really get any more soaked. So take off that useless coat and sit down," Kat said.

Chris had to admit she was right, so her took his coat off and sat down on the ground next to her.

"Happy? Now do you mind telling my why you're sitting in the middle of the downpour this late into the night?" he asked, still shouting over the noise the rain was making as it collided with the concrete.

"I like the rain," Kat said simply, turning her head up towards the sky. She closed her eyes and let the water drip down her face, a slight smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

Chris smiled in amazement. This girl kept getting crazier ad crazier everyday, yet it just made him like her more.

"Besides, I need to think," Kat said, her face still facing the sky. "And these are the perfect conditions to think." She raiser her arms, indicating the space around. "No one in their right mind would think of coming out in the rain in the middle of the night." She looked back at Chris, he smile showing she thought the same thing he did. They were both crazy.

"Well, what are you thinking about, then?" Chris asked, still half-shouting over the noices of the storm.

"Oh lord, you dont want to get me started!" she said with a laugh, throwing her head back. "Well's there's you, for one. Then's there's Nathaniel. And the whole situation surrounding Nathaniel. And what this whole situation is going to lead to, because I have to admit I've been going over things and I have to say this is one of those times when I wish I could change the timeline. Because it sucks."

"What sucks, exactly?" Chris asked, alread starting to get a little confused as she started talking about the Sight.

"Everything. Everything that will happen. I wish it didnt have to go this way, but I guess I dont really have a choice," Kat said, smiling sadly. She looked down at her hands that sat in her lap and watched the rain drip from her fingertips.

Chris, unable to find anything to say, just sat in silence as his hair got wetter and wetter and started dripping into his eyes, to the point where he had to blink and wipe the water away every few second.

"Geez, will you quit fidgetting like that?" Kat asked after a while, rolling her eyes in exhasperation.

Chris laughed guiltily. "I'm sorry, but can we please go in now? I'm sure you can think inside. Looking at the rain can be just as fun, if not more, than standing underneath it."

Kat laughed at the pitiful sight in front of her. All his clothes were soaked and hung limply of him. His hair was slicked down his forehead and covered his eyes, and his nose and cheeks were blushing from cold. He really did look a mess and Kat took pity on him.

"Fine. Come on, let's get inside," she said, standing up and offering Chris a hand. He gladly took it and they ran back to the house.

Chris, in his hurry to get dry again, ran in first. Kat left the door open and hurriedly pulled her shoes off. Leaning outside through the open door, she emptied them out onto the doorstep. The water splashed on the concrete and rushed down the little pathway onto the street along with the water than dripped off the roof.

Kat closed a door behind her and turned around just quick enough to catch a glimpse of white before a towel landed on her head. She pulled it out of her face in annoyance to see Chris standing in front of her, roughly drying out his hair with a towel of his own. His drenched shirt lay in a pile at his feet, along with his shoes, socks, and pants,and he stood before her in nothing but his boxers.

Kat raised her eyebrows at him as she started drying off her own hair. "Well, what happened to taking things slowly?" she asked sarcastically, eyeing Chris's nearly naked self.

"Sorry," Chris said, not really looking so sincere. "I dont like wet clothes. They feel funny. Besides, we can take things slowly in boxers," he added as a feeble attempt at an excuse.

"Uh huh." Kat put the towel down and started taking off her own red, off-the-shoulder shirt.

Chris snorted. "Well, for someone who was lecturing me about proper dressing habbits, you're quick to follow my lead," he said with a half-smile.

"Well, unlike you, it's not like I'm getting naked." She was in fact wearing a black tank-top underneath that Chris hadnt really thought about.

"Oh."

"And I wont be taking my pants off, either," Kat added as she headed for the couch.

"Why not, they're just as wet as mine," Chris said. He couldnt hide his slight disappointment from showing on his face.

"Well, dont look so crushed, we might get to it later," Kat answered with a laugh.

She sat down on the couch and stretched her legs out in front of her.

"You do know my mom will kill you if the couch is still wet when she wakes up in the morning, right?" Chris asked as Kat's soaked pant legs already started dripping onto the couch's fabric.

"Dont worry, it wont be," Kat said. She put on her palms down right above her knees and looked hard down at her legs, concentrating. Instantly, silvery blue drips of water started dripping up towards her palms, as if gravity had just been turned upside down. Chris stared, mesmorized, as her jeans started fading back to their original, dry color, and a bubble of water started swelling between Kat's hands.

When her pants were completely dry, Kat held the bubble up in front of her face and pressed her hands together. The orb shrank as her hands were brought closer and closer together, as if the water was being sucked up by her surrounding palms. By the time her hands clamped together, the bubble had all but disappeared.

Chris stared, wide-eyed, at Kat's hands. "Now that," he pointed, "was cool."

"Thank you very much," Kat said, smiling. She got up from the couch and headed for the bench sitting next to the window. She curled up on it, her feet neatly curled underneath her, and stared out the stained glass window, a slight smile lingering on her lips.

Chris sat down next to her, looking in amazement at her involuntary smile.

"Why do you like storms so much?" he asked.

Kat turned to him, apparently taken off guards by the question. She smiled and shook her head. "I dont know. Many reasons, I guess. In a way, I suppose the fact that thunderstorms are violent, and fierce, and intense makes emotional problems seem less dramatic. Also, the noises of a storm always drown out everything else and make things seem a lot calmer and quieter than they are. It just tones everything down, you know, makes it easier to see things clearly."

Kat sighed and looked out the window just in time to see a bolt of lightning tear across the sky. A heavy puff of wind followed the thunderous clap, making the branches slap loudly against the window before quieting down again.

"And all those things that make up a storm –wind, rain, lightning, thunder- all those elements are just wild," Kat said, her voice softer. Her eyes seemed far away, as if she was looking at something that only she could see. She didnt seem to notice Chris's presence as she talked.

"None of those things can be restrained or control, not by man or any other living being. Sure, they can be used to our advantage, for power and drinking water and all these things, but no one can control them. No one can tell the rain to fall, or the wind to blow, or the lightning to strike. That it does on its own. Everything that makes up a storm is just..... free. Not many people can say that about themselves," Kat added in an undertone as her eyes focuses again.

Chris looked at her thoughtfully. "Can you?" he asked, nearly whispering.

Kat smiled wealky and shook her head. "No," she said sadly. "No, I dont think I can."

"What is it that controls you, then?" Chris asked. He wasnt sure where this was leading, but Kat was starting to be more open with him than she'd been ever since he'd met. Which was only a week ago, he thought to himself, a bit amazed at the short amount of time that stood between them.

Kat turned her head back towards the window, but she seemed to see very far beyond it. After a few moments of silence, she looked back at Chris with pleading eyes, and he could almost detect tears starting to form in the corners of her large green orbs.

"Please dont be mad at me, Chris," she whispered, and Chris could barely make out the words over the noises of the storm.

Chris frowned, reaching for her hands. Clasping them in his, he was surprise to find that they were ice-cold, and shaking uncontrollably, and he instinctively gripped them tighter. "Kat... what is it?"

Chris noticed she seemed to be making an effort to hold back tears, and she avoided his gaze, shaking her head.

"Hey," Chris said, letting go of her hands to brush one of his against her flushed cheek, gently pushing her head forward, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Whatever it is you have to say, you don't have to worry about me. I couldn't be angry with you if I tried," he said with a small smile to reassure her.

Kat's efforts became in vain as she nodded, and tears spilled over her eyelids, slowly wandering down her chin, only to be whipped off by Chris's thumb as he stroked her cheek.

"I did meet you on accident, Chris. I was sent to meet you, and it wasn't to help you." She took a shaky breath and tried to wipe away the tears that were still slowing slipping over her lids.

"My people- the water demons- have been threatened by the Kavlar for as long as I can remember. We've always been able to fight back some of them, but last year, we started slowly being picked off, one by one, and there was nothing we could do about it anymore.

Other than us, the Kavlar have always kept to themselves. They never meant you or the sisters any harm. I was sent here by my father to make you believe they were so that you would get rid of them for us. I knew it would work. I saw it, but- but with the death of the Kavlar came the death of the Charmed ones." Her voice was strained, and she was avoiding Chris's eyes again, afraid of what she would see in them.

Chris was staring at Kat's shifting face, mouth hanging open, eyes filled with disbelief. No, he thought. No, Kat would never do that. She wouldn't lie to me, this isn't real, it isn't. But as much as he tried to deny it, the look on Kat's face told him it was true, and without denial, all that was left was a cold emptiness at the pit of his stomach, slowly creeping up, swallowing all emotions.

"I should have told you this from the beginning," Kat said, so softly it was almost a whisper. "I should have never agreed to it in the first place, and I'm so sorry for messing everything up, I really am. So many things were never supposed to happen, Piper wasn't suppose to get hurt, Nathaniel wasn't suppose to show up, my dad wasn't suppose to figure it out, and I-"Her voice broke slightly and more tears spilled down her cheek, this time rolling all the way down her chin to drip down onto the couch.

"I wasn't suppose to fall in love with you," she said in a whisper, and, against his will, Chris's heart clenched at the look on her face, a look of troubled pain and longing, of fear and hope.

Part of Chris's wanted to take her in his arms and wipe away her tears with a kiss, to tell her it was all ok, that it didn't matter, that nothing bad could happen anymore.

Instead, he stood up slowly and, never taking his eyes off her trembling form. His heart was burning both with anger and hate, but his eyes shone cold and dark as he backed away from her. His look told her more than words ever could and he shook his head in disbelief as she tried to apologize again, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks.

As Chris's cold blue orbs scattered, Kat's shaking hands covered her tear-slicked face in grief, and her cries of pain, sorrow, and regret were swallowed by the darkness of the night, the sound of her breaking heart unheard by the sleeping world.

A/N EIGHT PAGES!!!! Who's good? I'm good! Oh yeah!! –grins- Yes, I know, Im a very modest person. Im just so proud of myself! I thought I'd done good with 6 pages last time, but this is almost too much for me to handle! Seriously though, I'm very proud of myself, and I personally really liked this chapter. Kind of a cliffie, depending on your stress level at the moment. Anyway, review and let me know what you liked, or didn't like, I'll take both compliments and insults, but do try to be mild about it. 3