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POTIONS II: TIME CHASER

CHAPTER ONE

FROM HERE TO ETERNITY

Chris felt as if he were being pushed around in Jell-O. He was being jerked this way and that by the tidal waves of time. Leo still clutched heavily to his ankle, gasping for breath in the time-space continuum. He managed to grab a hold of Chris's shirt, and pushed him off in another direction.

Chris's body went tumbling crazily throughout to portal, and he felt himself falling farther and farther in time. He controlled himself enough to rotate around and see what lay before him. He'd better make his jump now, or he was lost. Chris blinked, and then felt himself tumbling through a gateway. He landed on a dirt path taking in desperate deep breaths.

He looked up. Before him was a scene from the old west. "I definitely went too far back," He muttered to himself. He stood up and brushed himself off.

"Hey kid, where'd you come from?" A young man asked, eyeing Chris. Then he smiled. "New in town?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am," Chris said. I've got a spell to travel through time. I can stay a little while, Chris thought. Then he'd fix this whole mess.

"Why don't you come into the pub? Grab yourself a drink before you head out. Maybe a proper change of clothes, too," The man suggested.

"Maybe I'll do just that," Chris said. He walked over to him. "Where am I, exactly?"

"You're in the town of St. Burg," He said. "Well, I'm Joe Greshner, by the way," He said, extending his hand.

Chris shook it. "You're the sheriff," He said.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Joe asked.

"You're sort of wearing a badge that says it," Chris pointed out. The man looked down, and then laughed.

"Will ya look at that? It seems I am," He said.

Chris shifted a little. This man was definitely trying to be friendly, but Chris found those kinds of people a little annoying.

"So where ya from?" Joe asked.

"San Francisco," He replied.

"Ah, the big city," Joe said, nodding his head. "I hear it's great there."

"It's okay," Chris replied.

"So you here by yourself?" Joe asked.

Chris nodded, feeling engulfed by guilt again. If he hadn't left that stupid back pack! In fact, if he had stayed in school, everyone he loved would be alive. This whole mess was his fault. Wyatt was right – he was a screw up.

"You okay, son?" Joe asked. "Did something happen to your family?"

"They're all dead," Chris blurted out.

Joe shook his head. "Shame. Can I ask how?"

"No."

Joe blinked, and then nodded. "Alright then. How about we get you situated?" He suggested. "Will you be staying in St. Burg long?"

"Not too long," Chris said. "I need to get back home."

"Well alright. I think I know a place for you to stay, stranger," He said.

"My name's Chris Halliwell," Chris said.

"Well there's a last name you don't hear often," Joe said. He started walking, and Chris followed.

"Yeah, I guess it isn't," Chris admitted. "So this is the old west."

"Old?" Joe asked. "Well, I'll say, it's thriving. There isn't anything old about it."

"Right. So this is the west."

"Yes, sirry it is. Ya know, you being from the big city, I'd think you'd know about the west," Joe stated as they walked into the old pub.

"Oh, I know. It's just … this part of the west is a lot different from the city," Chris said.

"I'll bet it is. But a small town manages to do one good," Joe stated. "Less industry. A whole lot less grime."

"You mean pollution," Chris said.

"Nah, I mean the less people, the less garbage there is out in the streets. It's very unhealthy."

Chris grimaced. "I really need to pay better attention in US," He muttered under his breath. Joe pushed open the doors to the old pub and looked around. Everyone inside seemed to be getting along just fine. Nothing like the fist fights mentioned in the movies. If Chris didn't know any better, he would have guessed the whole town was out there. It was rather crowded, and there were even children darting around here and there.

"Would you like a drink? I'll pay," Joe said.

"Sure!" Chris exclaimed. I think I'm going to like it here, he thought

AN: Short, I know. But I sort of just wanted to introduce you to where Chris is going to be for the next few chapters. If anyone didn't get what happened in the beginning, Leo pushed Chris off through time stream and he landed in the Wild West. I know, really stupid, but hey! Give me a break. If he just got the book bag, that wouldn't really make much of a story. And no, the title of the chapter makes absolutely no sense. I just felt like naming it that.