Disclaimer: I won't ever own Charmed, boo-hoo.

Phaith and Chris

Phaith closed the door to her apartment, and leaned against it, crying silently. Wyatt had just made her decision even harder than ever. He had shown his more sensitive side, but kept the physical attraction just as strong.

Phaith heard the phone ring, and walked over to the couch and stared at the phone. After about three or four rings, the answering machine took the call. "Phaith," Chris's voice called. "I didn't think that your date with Wyatt would take this long, but anyway. Call me as soon as you can to schedule a date between us."

Chris hung up, and Phaith sighed. "So that's what it is," Phaith said to the empty room. "Wyatt was trying to pull me away from Chris. Chris must have told him about the conversation we had of me having to pick between the two brothers for a boyfriend." Phaith smirked. "If they only knew how much more they're competing for."

The next day . . . Chris waited in the park for Phaith to show, she had called half an hour after he had left the message. Chris turned to see Phaith walking toward him with a huge smile on her face. "Hey Phaith," he said, watching the wind blow her hair to the side, and also watching her body move in the black shirt and blue jeans she was wearing.

"Hey Chris," she said. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then stepped back. "So, what are we doing today?"

"Painting," Chris said, smiling slyly.

"What kind of painting?" Phaith asked, studying Chris's expression.

"You'll see," Chris said, taking her hand. The two walked across the park to a little shop equipped with what looked like a children's playground behind it. The sign above the door said, "Paintball Palace, Money for Balls."

"We're paintballing," Chris said.

"Oh," Phaith replied, a stunned look on her face.

After suiting up and buying enough paintballs for two teams of seven each to paintball for hours, Chris and Phaith began a paintballing frenzy. Each was trying to spot more paint on the other, which served only to reinvigorate the frenzy. After an hour and a half they stopped, turned in the unused balls for their money back, and went to a brisk lunch.

After lunch Chris and Phaith took a cab over to a remote looking kind of parlor with a Celtic Tree of Life emblazoned on the door and on the door above it. "What are we doing here?" Phaith asked.

"I thought we might both get a tattoo, so you can always remember me," Chris said. "Besides, Wyatt's already got one, and my folks said I couldn't have one until I was sure I wanted one and I was sixteen. So, it's time."

"Which one did Wyatt get?" Phaith asked, both of them stepping into the parlor; a bell rang in the back signaling their entrance.

"I think he got the Celtic fire symbol," Chris said.

"An athame?" Phaith asked, slightly surprised that she hadn't seen it on his body.

"Yep," Chris said, looking at the designs on the wall. "He said it made him feel more powerful."

"Where did he get it? I didn't see one."

"He got it on the right shoulder."

"Oh. Well, what are you going to get?" Phaith asked, standing next to him and staring at the many designs, many of them Celtic.

"I'm not quite sure, but I think I like this one," Chris said, pointing to a Celtic symbol on a simple piece of paper tacked to the wall.

"Ah, so Chris wants the paten?" a man's voice from behind them said.

"Hey Jerry," Chris said, shaking the man's hand in a very friendly way. "This is my girlfriend Phaith."

"How do you do?" Jerry asked.

"I'm fine thank you," Phaith answered curtly. "What did you say that was?"

"That symbol is known as the paten, pentacle, or dish," Jerry said, pulling the picture off the wall. "It symbolizes earth."

"And this cup looking one here?" Chris asked, pulling another picture off the wall.

"That's the chalice, symbolizing water," Phaith answered.

"Very good," Jerry said. "So, what'll it be Chris? What tattoo are you getting, and where are you getting it?"

"I actually like this paten, and I'd prefer it on my right shoulder."

"Done," Jerry said.

"I would like the chalice in the same spot," Phaith said, looking at Chris quizitivly.

"Well, let's take you on back," Jerry said, leading the two of them to separate booths.

After another half hour of noise and slight chit chat, Phaith and Chris left the parlor and headed for the last place that Phaith expected him to take them, P3.

Chris got them in easily, and the two of them danced until they couldn't dance anymore. Then, in a private booth, the two began exchanging body shots, heightening what passionate emotions the two were already feeling. Very soon, their clothes came off and alcohol blended with passion to form a very hot moment in their booth.

After taking a shower together in the emergency shower used by Piper, drying off, and putting their clothes back on, the two headed out of the club for a nearby coffee house. But, before they could get in the car, Wyatt appeared on his motorcycle. "Evening Phaith," he said, charming oozing off of him.

"Hello Wyatt," Phaith said, watching Wyatt park his bike and stepping over to the two of them. "What do you want?"

"I want to know your decision," Wyatt said.

"As do I," a voice from the darkness came. Zarlena shimmered in, and several of her minions grabbed and suppressed Wyatt and Chris into kneeling. Phaith walked over to Zarlena and looked at the two brothers kneeling on the cold pavement in front of her.

"All the time I spent with you two and you never figured out I was a demon," Phaith said, smiling evilly at the two of them. "That's not saying too favorably with the sons of a Charmed One."

"Bitch!" Wyatt yelled. One of the minions holding him punched him in the face, spraying blood from his nose.

"Yes I am," Phaith said, still smiling. "And you can't do anything about it." Phaith turned to Zarlena. "Chris is the one we want. And with your permission, I would like to be the one to vanquish Wyatt."

Zarlena nodded her head to the minions who shimmered out with Chris fighting them, and studied Phaith. "Very well," Zarlena said. "But make it quick."

"Don't I at least get a sporting chance?" Wyatt said. "You owe me that much."

Zarlena laughed. "I'll give you that. You won't stand a chance against Phaith. You think you actually beat her in the dojo that day? She let you win. Now, I have a witch to turn evil. Come," she said to her minions who shimmered away, leaving Wyatt and Phaith alone in the parking lot.

Neither of them moved as they waited for the other to move. Wyatt broke contact first and lunged at Phaith. Phaith grabbed his arm and threw him, much like she had done at the dojo. "You'll have to do much better than that," she taunted.

"Oh, believe me I will," Wyatt said getting up. He threw a punch at her but missed. Phaith however, punched him in the face, and then jump kicked him against a wall. Phaith didn't wait for him to get back up this time. She kicked him again in the stomach, and knelt down and grabbed his throat, squeezing enough to slow Wyatt's breathing. "This is for your own good," Phaith said.

Just then Leo orbed in. "Wyatt!" he yelled, seeing Phaith's hand on Wyatt's throat. Reacting quickly Leo threw lightning at Phaith, who shimmered away just in time. Leo hurried over to Wyatt and the two orbed out of the empty parking lot.

A/N: Big surprise coming! Did you really think it was going to be Wyatt she chose?