Declaimer: I don't own Charmed.

A New Beginning?

So, I have to dedicate this to my friend Alyssa, who may have a staring role in this a little later on.

The first version of this has already been published on here under the name of school story. Alyssa published it for me because she liked it so much

This is set when every one hates Chris and know one knows his secret.

I've had great fun writing the first couple of chapters.

Hope you have as much reading them.

Here you go Alyssa you can stop with all the hinting now it's finally up.

Chapter One

White lighters and depression

She let out a low moan and sealed her eyes from the irritatingly bright light of Chris' orb.

"Phoebe." He said. "It's 3 in the morning. You should be in bed. Asleep."

"What's wrong with you?" Phoebe demanded, more than a little irritated. "Some one slip a cranky pill in your coffee this morning?"

"No." Chris retorted calmly. "That should be what I'm asking you. Care to tell me what's going on with you?"

"Not in the slightest."

She put her head down on the kitchen table and folded her arms over the top.

"Phoebs."

She didn't reply.

"Phoebs!" He said a little louder.

She swatted a hand dismissively in his direction.

"Phoebe!"

"Oh go away! Back to the future or where ever it is that you came from!"

"Nice Phoebe. Very nice. Could you just try to see this from my point of view here for a second? Please."

Phoebe simply shook her head and buried her face deeper into her arms, in reply.

"Well," Chris continued on regardless. "The eldest Charmed One, your big sister, Piper, has disappeared off the face of the earth, taking her son, your nephew with her, breaking up the power of three and leaving a seemingly unrepeatable destruction, here, for me to sort out. There's an elder sat up in his son's nursery. You sat down here like this, what, 24/7. Then there's that other girl, what's her name, red hair, used to hang around here all the time, like, I don't know, maybe, she lived here. Paige, the youngest Charmed One. I'm fed up of orbbing all over creation every time I want to speak to her. You may as well be doing the same thing, the amount of time it takes me to get any thing out of you, let alone scene. The amount of time you spend staring off into space. Then there's this place."

"What's wrong with it?" Phoebe yelled. "Did you find a speak of dust?"

"It's like a shrine to Piper. You're not living your life any more. You haven't even got your own room any more! For crying out loud, Phoebe! You've lost your self. Where are you even sleeping?"

"In the spare room and I am not sleeping for your information."

"But Phoebe you are not living your life any more."

"Go orb your self to a frigin' rock!" Phoebe said getting highly irritated at him. "Alcatraz. Death row for all I care. Just get the hell away from me."

"Phoebe. You're not listening to me. This isn't how it's supposed to be. It's not meant to be this way. Not like this. Not at all. You've lost your self. Your life. Your purpose for being. Don't you even care that Elise fired you?"

"Chris." Phoebe said getting his full attention. "There is no point to life."

"Great!" He threw his hands up. "Now I've got a freaking suicidal witch on my hands!"

"Get lost Chris." Phoebe said. "Just leave me alone. Let me get depression in peace."

"I'm gona sort this out once and for all."

He orbed out.

A/n

So what did you all think?

I've got some more to put up soon.

It was originally a product of boredom in the summer last year and not wanting to go back to school.