Lots of thanks to the reviewers in my desperate hour...
cheers to monkey52, foreverfree, zeria, highlandgurl, liv, and purplekermit.
as you all know the first choice of chris going back in time won. yay! to you all who reviewed.
alright. i just didn't have a real way to start this out. as soon as I got midway through I knew the very person who could help out. a familiar face you could say.
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The attic didn't look like the usual attic he was used to. Gone were the familiar things that he was so used to seeing in the light as he walked hurriedly through the dark to find what he was looking for. The Book of Shadows was to his side and the easily ready herbs were nearby in a small cherry wood cabinet. Everything he needed was here in his family's attic to save Jade's life.
Now, all he had to do was save her.
Chris was still holding onto Jade. He had orbed them both to his home in a last attempt of saving her life.
He had made it a very, very quiet orb just in case. He didn't want his mother or his aunts to hear him orbing in and then come racing upstairs to see how he was. Especially, right now when he was only there to cast a spell to go back and change time. Something he knew he shouldn't really do. He knew that. His mother had hammered the very idea of personal gain as being evil inside his brain, but right now he didn't care.
This wasn't all about him. This wasn't like him when he was six and called for a happy meal or something. This was about saving an innocent. Jade, was his innocent. His girlfriend, who, if he had just waited a few more minutes or even orbed her home or done something else to get her right out of the demons path in the first place she would have been fine.
So here he was.
He felt like a criminal in his own home. He was trying to move stealthy and he was trying to create as little noise as possible. Chris walked a few steps around a very noisy floorboard that he and Wyatt would always stand on to creak to annoy their parents when they were in the middle of telling them this epically long story about so and so's demon that they had to vanquish.
He walked around that particular floorboard as if it were a mine field and then he set Jade down. He laid her down into a sitting position on the red velvet old and musty chair his Aunt Paige had brought to the manor when she had first moved in to reconstitute the Power of Three. Aunt Paige had been lucky to even get it a place somewhere in the house since his mother was so particular about the décor.
Chris backed up a step and took a long breath as he stared down at her. He was still willing her to go back through time to save her even though it was something that was incredibly terrible about it.
He wished that the last time he had healed her she had actually woke up. Then they both could have gone downstairs hand in hand and showed his family who knew best about saving lives for once.
But it hadn't happened that way. This was no fairy tale. All that was in his life were demons and witches and endless battles of good versus evil. There was never rest for the good. Always for the wicked.
Jade was so very pale. She was the color of his bedroom wall. Her dark black and red streaked hair was falling drippingly into her face. She looked younger then what she was. She looked like a drowned little kid. She was young looking and so wet from the inconstant rain. She looked like she was at rest.
Too bad she wasn't.
Chris walked a few feet back. He knew the adrenaline would wear off soon. It had only taken him seconds to finally come to his last decision. He was going to save her. He was going to do something his family would hate though in the process.
He was going to make a spell to reverse time so that he could go back in time just to the precise moment that he needed to in order to save Jade from dying.
Then, everything would be fine. The world would be a better place. Jade would be alive. He could win her back and they both could be happy.
'In a perfect world, Chris.' His conscience wisecracked as he watched her still form hoping that one moment she would wake up and tell him she was alright. Then, he wouldn't have to go against his family and time to save her, but his wish never came true.
He ignored his conscience though and went over the book and flipped through a few of the ancient broad stroked old English written pages. He knew he had seen a spell somewhere before that might work.
All he had to do was find it now. Which could take forever since the Book of Shadows was so long as it was. Chris instantly started to skim through the pages. He couldn't help feeling like a criminal as he did and his eyes kept reverting towards the attic door and then to Jade who was just lying there dead.
Downstairs he heard a few loud voices and stilled in his spot. He knew the voices well. His father had orbed home and now he knew what Chris had done to Paige and then how he had disappeared. Now, his mother was angry and telling his father everything. If Chris knew his father well then he knew his dad was probably late in returning his mother's beckoning calls and she was very pissed as well as stressed out about everything.
Chris also knew that all his dad would have to do was stop a second and listen into everything and now where he was then. Then everyone would put two and two together and he would be in deep...
The pages in the book started to flip on their own accord in a fast pace through his long slender fingers giving him a few paper cuts as he stumbled backwards from it. It was possessed literally. A ghostly breeze blew through the books pages as he stayed back for a moment giving whatever it was the space it needed to find what it was looking for. This type of thing had always happened for his mother or his aunts but never had the ghostly presence of one of his ancestor's done it for him.
He was taken aback for a second and the he smiled. He'd have to tell Wyatt about this. Then, Wyatt would be jealous since his main goal in life was to get all ghostly ancestors to help him out.
Of course, he realized after he thought that that once he had made time rewind, reverse, or whatever it was he was going to do this really would have never happened.
The ghostly wind stopped on a page in the book. Chris came to the book and looked at it. It was a blank page. Hell, it was the first page of the book that was blank. It had nothing on it. Whoever the ghostly wind was it was playing tricks on him. Chris instantly thought of Wyatt playing tricks on him as a kid and folded his arms over his chest.
"Alright, Wyatt. Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he called into the room.
Nothing came. It stayed quiet. Chris shook his head in annoyment and then went to pear over the book and find the page. Before he could a ghostly hand slapped his hands from the page, and as he watched gaping, words started to etch themselves into the book.
"This is definitely freaky," he mumbled as he saw it happen.
As soon as whoever or whatever it was was done he came to the book and looked at the page. No longer was it blank, but now there was a new spell on it. A spell, he realized as he read it, that he was so desperately looking for.
Spell to go back in time:
Hear these words, hear the rhyme,
Heed the hope within my mind.
Send me back to where I'll find
What I wish in space and time.
It was almost perfect. It was completely full proof. Or at least he thought it was.
"Alright," he called softly into the roo stil not willing to blow his cover. "Who do I give my thanks to?"
The ghostly breeze blew through the room around him as he stepped back. A blinding golden light appeared in the middle of the room by the Book of Shadows. As soon as the blinding light disapered an chris had let his hands drop to his sides to see who it was he stood speechless and confused.
There before him stood a woman in her twenties that he had never seen before. Her hair was a dark brownish-black color that was long and it flowed down her back. Her dark black eyes stared into his eyes as a familiarity he didn't understand overwhelmed the room between them. She smiled at him as she pressed down her white gown and she tilted her head to the side as her hair fell around her face to frame it. She had the face of a china doll.
"Who?" he asked in an unused voice of shock. "I.. Thanks. You?"
"I'm Prue. And, its nice to finally meet you, Chris. However, we don't have much time so you really should say that spell before Piper and Leo figure out where you are and more importantly what you're planning on doing."