Just let me die
Chapter 9 – A nice soft couch
A/N: Ok, I had a writer's block for a while and I still do, so please be gentle to me even though the content may not be as good as it should be. I decided to write on this one, because I have this chapter planned. I can't say the same for the next one on Frustrated, but I'll do my best to continue that one, I promise.
Oh and I'm proud of the chapter's title this time. Even though I wanted to point the couch more into the center of attention. (Well not exactly the center, but mention it more often) Maybe it's going to play a role in the next chapter, too.
Disclaimer: After 8 chapter you would think everyone knows now, but just to be on the safe side, I do not own Charmed or anything else, I'm writing just for fun.
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Chris stared at the woman's face and finally, finally, everything made sense, as if the pieces of the puzzle fell into their proper places at once.
Well, not everything made sense, he still had no idea how to calculate the area of a circle, because his math teacher had been murdered by some demon in that particular lesson, but nonetheless he finally understood who the girls were and why he had had that feeling as if he should know them, or if something was related to them he should've known and now he finally realized what that was.
But there were also some things that didn't make sense at all. He looked at the woman who looked a little confused and ignored the other's completely, who were staring at her in shock or incomprehension.
"I thought you said your children were dead", he said inquisitively.
She blushed a little and looked at him a little embarrassed. "Yeah, right, I did", she said very slowly. "Um… surprise?", she said with a forced smile that was meant to look somehow apologetic.
"Explanation?", he half suggested with a reassuring smile on his face.
"Well, if Wyatt had known they were alive he would've killed them, so I figured if you believed they were dead he would, too. So I told you they were dead, even though they weren't", she explained talking very fast. She had always despised herself for lying to Chris that way since he had been the only one she would've trusted with anything. But it was not as if she had had a big choice. When she had made that story up, she had been forced to give her children away which had broken her heart, but she had seen it as the only way out. She decided to talk to Chris about this in private afterwards.
She gave him a sign to drop the topic and he complied. He was not really in the mood to have a big discussion right now anyway, so he just let himself drop on the couch.
The girls from the future looked at the people from the past closely, but they all seemed to be to shocked to say something. Beverly knew exactly why she hadn't wanted these people here when her mom was there, too, because that just had to result in disaster and now it had done just that.
Finally one of the past people found back her voice. It was Paige. Still staring at the woman in front of her with wide eyes she asked incredulously, "Blue?"
She could not believe it at all. This woman was the mother of these girls. Ok that she could handle. She was also dead. No problem. And she was a future version of herself. Alright. But blue hair? That was just about the worst thing possible, and Paige refused to believe that it was true.
Future Paige blushed again and fingered a streak of blue hair "Well, yeah", she said a little ashamed and looked to the floor. But then she realized she needed to explain it and just started talking. "It was an accident you know, it was supposed to be green but my hairstylist made a mistake, but before I could reverse it and choose a better color I was killed, so I was stuck with this. Did you know there's no hair dye in afterlife?", she asked rhetorically. Her past self just shook her head, startled by her future selves outburst. But future Paige just continued to ramble. "See, me neither! Now I'm stuck with this for all eternity, this is so not fair", she whined and put on a pout.
At this Phoebe couldn't help laughing. She had always been a little annoyed with her sister's fable for changing her hair color so often that no one knew what her natural color was, so the idea of her being forced to wear blue forever was just too funny.
Piper meanwhile didn't even listen to her future sister's rant or her present sister's laughter but only stared at the three girls who turned out to be her nieces.
A new power of three, she realized. It was obvious to her why Paige had wanted to hide them from Wyatt, because they posed a serious threat to his power. But then, why had Paige told Chris about that? Did she know him in the future?
Future Paige meanwhile glared at Phoebe. She turned to her past self and declared, "She is so predictable. When the two of us arrived in afterlife and I realized I had to keep this on my head she started laughing the exact same way. She's so mean"
Jennifer just stared at their mother with very little tolerance towards the hair story and was very angry at her. She could've just stayed in the kitchen and the past would have to fear a lot less altering. But now the damage was done anyway. She punched her twin sister in the side and pointed towards Chris who was enjoying the soft warmth of the cushions and listened to the hair related conversation with a slight smile of amusement on his face. Or well, rather hair monologue.
"Why did you want to have green hair anyway?", Paige said in horror while she couldn't detach her gaze from the blue mass surrounding her future self's face.
"Because…", future Paige started, just to realize she was out of words. "well… I wanted something different from the mainstream", she said hesitantly. She knew it had been a bad idea, but no one had kept her from doing it. Phoebe was still giggling and it was just then future Paige realized the perfect revenge for that.
"Well, at least I don't look like a shaven hedgehog unlike some people here", she said with glare towards Phoebe who stopped laughing immediately. At the shocked look on her past sister's face she felt a deep satisfaction and said, "Ha! Who's laughing now?"
It was Leo. He found the blue hair ridiculous, but it was a fountain of beauty compared to the hair of his other sister in law who looked incredibly male with this hairdo. He remembered telling her sometime he liked it, but he had just done it out of politeness, absolutely not because he liked it, which he didn't. But he laughed very discretely so they didn't notice.
"You think that?", Phoebe said and glared at her younger sister.
"Nonono… I don't, seriously, no", Paige tried to wave off, but before Phoebe could respond Piper decided it was time to do something about her sister's childish behavior, so she posed herself between the two and said, "Don't you think we have bigger issues right now?"
Somehow she felt a little embarrassed to see her sisters behave like that in front of her nieces. What kind of Charmed Ones were they going to be if they saw original Charmed Ones only fighting about bad hairstyles? They had to be a better example.
Meanwhile Jessica finally understood what her twin sister had been trying to tell her and blushed a little, because she hadn't thought of it herself. She kneeled next to Chris and held her hands above him, to heal him completely.
"By the way", Piper started and looked at their young whitelighter again. "Do you know him in the future?" she asked future Paige. Now in better lighting she noticed how he looked a lot older than when she had last seen him. She felt guilty that they hadn't gotten there sooner when they could've prevented all these horrible things happening to him. But now she had the feeling they should make sure he was alright now, as compensation for their lateness.
"Yes of course, why shouldn't I know my nephew?", future Paige asked, totally oblivious to the warning gestures all three of her girls had been making. Now Jennifer slapped her head in frustration.
"If stupidity hurt you'd be rolling over the floor in agony day and night", she declared and glared at her mother.
"Oh… didn't they know that?", Future Paige asked in slow realization.
"No they didn't", Beverly said in a very slow voice, as if she was trying to explain something very simple to a very young child.
"Oh then… I totally blew, didn't I?", her mother said with a worried look on her face.
"Yes", Beverly said even more slowly.
"N… nephew?", Phoebe stuttered and stared at him.
Chris had barely noticed that his best kept secret had just been told everyone. Or rather he didn't care. He was sitting on a very soft couch, that was warm and had a beautiful flower pattern on its cushions, for the first time in years his body was not aching anymore, because Jessica had just finished healing him and he was way too tired to care about all this mess. Maybe it had been too long a time for him to keep up his need for them not to know.
Piper was also staring at him and asked incredulously, "Is that true?"
He had two options now, lie, or tell the truth. But he was feeling good in a way he hadn't for a very long time. He was definitely not in the mood to lie. "Yeah", he confirmed and nodded softly.
"B… but that would mean… you're either my or Piper's son", Phoebe stated the obvious without fully realizing its meaning. She was just way too shocked.
He nodded again, as always very impressed by his aunt's genius. Some distant voice in the back of his head was screaming future consequences at him, but he couldn't care less about that right now. The last time he had cared had been seven years ago.
"But… whose?", Piper stuttered. He was family! Maybe even her own son! All voices in her head were screaming and suddenly she felt a lot more guilty about having been so late then some seconds before. And something else was there. She had never been that friendly to him. Well, friendlier than Leo, but still, not the aunt or mother kind of behavior.
Leo on the other hand was just staring at Chris. He was really family. Leo himself had said that he wasn't but now he was proven very wrong. He had beaten the guy up at Valhalla, had always accused him of everything and now he was… related? But worst of all, if he was related than not some stranger had given the order for all the years of torture he had had to endure, no, Wyatt was related to Chris, too. What kind of monster ordered something like that?
Chris did not really mind about how the guys from the past had treated him. In fact the 'future consequences' voice in the back of his head started to ask if he was stoned, because he was very carefree right now. He found it somehow funny to watch them all going pale, the girl's frustration about their mother's stupidity and future Paige's embarrassment about having let slip such an important piece of information.
"Guess", he suggested and leaned even further back into the sofa which he really liked a lot by now.
"Piper's", past Paige immediately said and started an explanation right away without even having been asked for it. "You look somehow like her, you have Leo's eyes and you're half whitelighter which would mean for you to be Phoebe's son, she would need to hook up with a whitelighter quite soon. Am I right?" Her face was glowing a little of excitement that she had been the fastest to figure it out.
Beverly looked at the past version of her mother and sighed. How was it possible that such a bright young women turned out to be the crazy blue haired girl who was standing right in front of them?
Chris smiled slightly and said "Yeah"
Piper turned even paler on that than she already was. She stared at him while the words were slowly, very slowly making their way into her consciousness He's my son… This intelligent, handsome young man was her son. Hers! And no one else's.
She muttered, "oh my god"
"Uh well, it's enough if you call me Chris", he said with a smirk. First she was startled but when she realized what he had meant a wide smile spread across her face. She jumped next to him on the couch and pulled him into a tight hug. She absolutely couldn't believe it. She patted his back and held him tight, as if to memorize his every part of the body. When she had seen future Wyatt she had believed she had failed as a mother, but now she knew, she hadn't. Chris was one of the most amazing persons she had ever seen and she was so proud of him.
She couldn't really make any clear thoughts except for these. Paige and Phoebe were smiling on the two of them. There were so many issues they had right now, and they didn't even really have the time for this kind of activity, but they were both just glad to see Chris happy. Happy in a way they had never seen him before.
He had not expected this reaction. When he had been on the past he had always feared the moment, where they would find out, because realistically it was stupid to believe they wouldn't. They were the Charmed Ones and not brain dead. They had to find out sometime. But he had always believed they would be angry, or just very shocked, or rejecting him, or be disappointed by him, or anything. Now he was just more glad than words could say. They were happy. They liked him. They wanted him to be related to them. He didn't know, if under different circumstances they would've reacted differently, but that didn't matter to him. The circumstances weren't different and they were reacting the way they did. They liked him.
But somewhere else in a lot less joyous place a shadow was going to destroy any happiness they had…
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It was over. The stupid and senseless slaughter of the innocents was over. The big place that had been used for it looked horrible and just downright disgusting. Wyatt knew, if he kept on staring at the remnants of what had once been children women and men who still had had a lot to life for, he would've vomited.
He stood up from the throne he had been sitting on and rubbed his butt. He needed to replace these thrones, sitting on them was just the most displeasuring experience he had over the day. What was a reason why he preferred standing. He tried to sneak out fast, because he was absolutely not in the mood to talk to the demon who was head of the executions department. He would ask him over and over how he liked it, and Wyatt was pretty certain "It made me sick to no end", was not the response the guy was hoping for.
All the more glad was he, when he saw Eduardo in the doorway leading back inside, anxiously waiting for him. Talking to that guy was a great excuse not to talk to the other demon.
"Please, sir, I wanted to apologize, I'm sure Lady Jennifer has already told you, but you need to know, I wasn't prepared for this many prisoners, so I didn't have the time to keep a cell empty, and the deal with the key was really just a misunderstanding, I didn't mean to", he babbled, only to make Wyatt stare at him.
"Key?", he echoed uncomprehending.
"Yes, when Lady Jennifer wanted to lead the prisoners out the key wasn't there so", Eduardo started to explain, but Wyatt cut him off.
"She was never supposed to lead any prisoners out", he said and a suspicion began to grow inside him. But he still had the hope it was possibly wrong.
"No? Well I was already wondering, when she didn't lead them to the torture cells", Eduardo remarked.
That was clear. Wyatt clenched his fists. The bitch had betrayed him! Without any further remark he waved his hand and made Eduardo crash into a wall. Which was one of the only reasons he was even keeping that sucker around. Slamming him into walls had proven to be a very therapeutic activity. But this time it was not nearly therapeutic enough.
He laughed on the inside at the way he had envied people like these who had friends and stuff just some time ago. Soon no one in their right mind would ever envy them again, he was going to make that sure.
No one disobeyed him and lived to tell about it. As for them… They were going to beg him to kill them. That much was certain.
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A/N: I did it! They know who Chris is now. I decided to make them be happy about it, because in my other story, Frustrated, where the revelation is yet to come, it won't be nearly as happy. muhahahaha
Anyway, personal notes who those who need it.
Mellaithwen: well, you were not entirely correct with your guess, but now you know who it is.
CattyCat: Hate cliffies? Stay away from my stories is the only help I can give you there. I don't think this one's a lot nicer than the one before. Well, maybe a little. Well I'm only glad you can't strangle me via internet.
Chris-crossed: Right, very well guess!
Teal-lover: I'm sorry I haven't responded to your e-mail yet, but I will, I only wanted to finish this chapter first. Well… do you think it would be fun if Wyatt didn't catch them smirks evilly well, I'll respond to your mail as soon as possible.
Beleninwe: Well I sure hope I could keep the writing style you like so much. And I hope, too, that I didn't make you too tired when you read it. Up till 3.40… I'm feeling guilty now. But thanks a lot for your nice review, I was really very happy when I got it!
Calen: Seems my selfmade characters are not exactly you favorites. Well, in one of the next chapter's I'm going to say why they didn't get Chris out.
Phoebe x-15: Er kann sich nicht so genau an sie erinnern, weil er dachte, sie wären tot. Jetzt haben sie es erfahren, ich hoffe du fandest es ok wie ich es gemacht hab. In Frustrated wird das ganze dann aber deutlich emotionaler ablaufen wenn sie es rauskriegen. Übrigens, ich hab aus Versehen bei einer deiner Geschichten meinen Kommentar auf Englisch geschrieben, weil ich erst spatter gesehen habe, dass sie von dir war. Hoffe du nimmst mir das nicht übel.