Chapter 2 - Is That Right

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Manor - Bathroom

Chris - while Phoebe's taking off his sweater - Ouch, easy.

Phoebe - My god. You died, how can you not take this little… - looking at the gaping whole - big pain.

Chris - There. Can I go now?

Phoebe - No, I think we need to get you to a hospital.

Chris - What are we gonna tell them. 'Hey, my fiancée came back to the past and she stuck her fist in my chest. Can you patch me up, doc?'

Phoebe - laughing - You have a sense of humor. Maybe you are human, or was. Chris?

Chris - Yeah.

Phoebe - Can I ask you a question?

Chris - If it doesn't require…

Phoebe - F.C. Remember, it's F.C. now.

Chris - Right. If it doesn't include F.C.

Phoebe - Very good. I don't think it includes F.C. but, maybe. How old were you when you died, you look young?

Chris - Um, well, ya see, I was kinda young. Not the youngest, but young. Whitelighter's age to an appropriate age when they die, or appropriate young age. Whatever one applies.

Phoebe - How old were you?

Chris - shyly - 10. I was killed by demons. The elders thought that I did a noble thing, and also I was too young to die… so they made me a Whitelighter.

Phoebe - Oh my god, TEN, how horrible.

Chris - still looking down - Yeah.

Phoebe - Ok, so what does her touch of death… well actually fist of death do to you?

Chris - Takes all my active powers. I have no powers now.

Phoebe - Orbing, nothing.

Chris - Nothing.

Phoebe - Ok, I'm gonna go fill in Piper, you ok.

Chris - Yeah. I'll be up in a bit.

Phoebe leaves, closing the door behind her. Chris looks at his naked chest, at the round, angry chest wound. Looking into the family mirror, searching for answers, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an engagement ring. Staring at it, confused by it, he looks back into the mirror, showing the pain.

Arboretum - Chris and Bianca's spot - Future

In the run down Arboretum, Chris slips on a ring onto Bianca's finger.

Chris - Will you marry me?

Bianca - You're asking me now? Here?

Chris - This is still our spot, Bianca, no matter what he's done to it. Marry me.

Bianca - On one condition. You come back to me, safely.

Chris - Have I ever let you down before?

Bianca smiles at him, answering with a tender kiss. The kiss ends abruptly as they hear a whirring noise.

Bianca - What's that?

Suddenly, a flying metallic disk bursts out of the shadows. A futuristic probe hovers in front of Bianca and immediately transfixes her with a tractor beam of light.

Bianca - frightened - Chris!

Chris telekinetically flings the probe into the angel statue, causing it to explode on impact.

Chris - Are you okay?

Bianca - Yeah, yeah… I don't think it had time to transmit.

Chris - angry - I cannot believe he's sending probes after us now. I'm going to kill that son of a bitch.

Bianca - No. No, you're not. You're going to stick to the plan.

Chris - But he knows…

Bianca - No, if he knew, he wouldn't have sent the probe. You have to go back, Chris. It's the only way to stop him. It's the only way to change all of this.

Both feeling and knowing the responsibility, takes a moment of peace, before the mission is set in order. Before Chris leaves her life. And they both know it might be forever. Bianca kisses his knuckles to comfort him, and in return, he places his head on her forehead.

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Manor - Bathroom

He looks back into the mirror, thinking what to do. He knows what he has to do, but how. He has to get to the Arboretum. But the ultimate question is how.

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End of Chapter 2 - Is That Right

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