Disclaimer: i can't be bothered to disclaim, but you know i don't own it... hmm, what do you know i think i have disclaimed.
A/N: Another day, another shameless attempt at begging for reviews.
Charmedchick4eva: glad you thought so.
Quack says the duck: If i told you that it's ruin the surprise
alienangel19852003: woot, glad you like it. Heres some more for you. lol.
Night-Owl123: Well we saw how well he lied earlier, "i can't... think that he can do that" so he might have a few problems there eh?
AlyssaHalliwell: I also love Chris wyatt Scenes, they're probably the most fun to write, so expect many more before this fic is through
Faith-Charmer: yes you do come across a little crazy killer ish... ah well join the club. When doesn't Chris look damn fine... other than when he's a baby obviously... oh Drew... we miss you.
Phoebe
"Phoebe!" yelled Elise, "what the hell is going on here?
'Wow the amount of times I've heard that this week,' thought the witch
"What on earth do you mean?" asked Phoebe innocently, quickly thinking up a spell.
"You know what I mean! First your family is on the news, then you sisters falls out of the sky into our office followed your little outburst a minute ago, in which I'm pretty s sure I heard the words 'ex husband ex source of all evil,' and 'neurotic whitelighter from the future' and that weird projection thing, I think I've got a right to demand answers."
"You probably have," sighed Phoebe, "but I can't give them to you. Believe me when I say I'm really sorry about this, but greater good you know…"
Powers from the Halliwell line
To help protect me and mine
Erase what they should not know
Remove it in an orange glow?
'If that worked, I'm the luckiest witch alive!' thought the luckiest witch alive.
"Oh Phoebe!" said Elise surprised, "I thought you'd gone again,"
"Just about to," replied the Empath grabbing her coat and leaving before she could project her actions to the office again, forcing her to repeat them.
Now to finding Chris, scrying was out of the question since he'd probably be in police custody by now, or with a psychiatrist, meaning she'd have to do this legally; which meant she needed… Darryl!
Piper
"How about this," suggested the eldest Charmed one, "you phone up the police to say you're worried about your friend that you saw on the news. Then if they do figure out it was you on the bridge you'll show up and prove you're alive stopping them announcing your death and they'll go back to figuring out who it was…"
"Sounds like a plan to me," commented the younger, "but what are you going to do?"
"Me!" snapped the witch, "I'm going to go and mix some potions to help counteract this damn pacifist baby, since nobody else seems to be the least bit worried about that."
"Honestly," sighed Paige, "They're in a box upstairs labelled and everything, Chris has been making me brew them for weeks…"
"Weeks? I've only known I'm pregnant a few days, and he won't even admit that the baby can do what it can do."
"Well I'm not really sure that was why he made me brew them… but the important thing is they're brewed! So quit your worrying sister and enjoy yourself a nice peanut butter, banana and chocolate sandwich."
"Pickle," muttered Leo glumly
"What?"
"Banana, chocolate and pickle sandwich. I should know; it was me who was buying pickle at 4 am when she was pregnant with Wyatt."
"Paige you go and make that phone call," snapped the witch, "and I think I will go and check out those potions."
Climbing the stairs into the attic she found her way to the box of potions. Rummaging through it she was forced to admit she was impressed; not only was there every potion she could imagine but they were all carefully labelled in handwriting so neat it could have been her own.
"Wow," she muttered, "that whitelighter sure knows his stuff."
Chris
'Why can't I think of anything to get me out of this,' thought the Whitelighter, ' god I'm so useless.'
God? Not developing religion are we?
'I'm a witch; I don't think god would have me…'
Fair point; you do know you've bee silent a long time now
"Crap!" swore Chris aloud
The psychiatrist looked at him uneasily, "well this doesn't seem to be getting us anywhere."
"You're right there," agreed Inspector Craddock, "perhaps we should continue this separately or at another time perhaps?"
"Good," said Chris impatiently, "can I go now?" As it transpired he never got his answer, as at this point there was a knock at the door.
"Inspector Morris?" asked a young officer entering the room, "there's a visitor for you; they claim to be a relative of Mr Perry, one Phoebe Halliwell."
"A relative?" asked Darryl raising an eyebrow, "very well; I think I had better see her."
"No," said the psychiatrist, "perhaps we should invite her to join us, she might be able to shed some light on the situation. That is if it's alright with Mr Perry of course."
"Er…" began Chris
"Isn't that a little unprofessional?" asked the other inspector
"No, not really," replied the psychiatrist dismissing the question, "I'll admit it is a little unusual; but then again this whole situation is a little unusual."
'Oh great' thought the witchlighter, 'now I'm going to have to face an interrogation from Phoebe as well,'
So tell them it's not all right with you for Phoebe to join them, suggested Wyatt rather obviously
'Are you sure you're my brother; you're being a lot more helpful and a lot less evil than I remember,' commented Chris' inner voice hopefully.
The voice of Wyatt sniggered
believe me, that is not going to change
"No," said Chris firmly, "I don't want to talk to her, I just want to get out of here! I was not trying to kill myself; I just had a bet with a friend that I could get up there and I did. I don't know how I wasn't seen, I just wasn't. As for the girl who was up there I don't know who she was. Perhaps she like you, jumped to the conclusion I was trying to kill my self, in rather a public way don't you think, and climbed up to help. Or maybe she decided that it looked a good way to die. I don't know. It was just a prank, no one was supposed to get hurt."
God, ramble much?
This day was becoming more and more surreal. Who'd have ever thought the source of evil would mutter the words 'ramble much' even if it were through a psychic link to his brother. Chris was puzzled; why was his brother being so nice to him? Sure he'd never actually tried to kill him, not really, and he always claimed to love him in his own weird way but this, this was strange. Where were the constant threats of 'if you don't join me' and ' I want you back little bro?'
Lets just say, I've decided fighting with you isn't the best way to get you on side.
'Duh'
"So what you're saying, is this whole thing was an innocent accident?" prompted Darryl.
"Yes," agreed Chris hastily, "It was an innocent accident, I didn't do anything really illegal."
Both inspector Craddock and the psychiatrist looked at him sceptically, "is that so?" asked the latter, "and would you consider endangering your own life and causing, what we can only assume to be the death of an innocent party, however unintentionally, healthy behaviour."
"Oh I'm sure she's fine," answered Chris speaking with confidence, as he did in fact know Paige was fine, being part whitelighter did have some advantages.
"She fell over 200 feet," commented the inspector, "how could she survive that."
"Magic?" he answered honestly whilst looking rather pointedly at Darryl.
'You're going to be in here all day' commented Wyatt, 'and I've got places to be, witches to kill, you know the usual.'
The usual?
'Just reminding you that I am still 'evil' as you call it, not that I believe in good and evil…
"I know, I know it's all about the power," said Chris 'Damn it you'd have thought I could have learned to control when I speak out loud by now!'
'Bye Chrissie, I'll be seeing you soon.'
"What's all about the power?" asked a confused Inspector.
"Chris wasn't talking to us were you Chris," replied an understanding Psychiatrist, "Tell me Mr Perry, Do you here voices in your head?"
No thought Chris, I hear a voice, the future voice of all-evil. It's a wonder I'm still sane at all…
"You know what," said Chris, "perhaps you should ask Phoebe to join us," maybe she can think of a way to get me out of this