Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or anything like that apart from Carla and Craig, sometimes I wish I owned Chris though but that's a drew fuller story lol

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I'm evil to Chris aren't I!

Reminder: Barbas finally gets to try and kill Paige. Chris is on the brink of death (booo) and Carla is feeling something strange for him… hmmm.

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Paige HalliwellMissing WhisperAlyssa Halliwellvampiress66613 and Intelligent Fangirl you guys rock:P

"I have found it!" Phoebe yelled to Piper who was keeping a distance from the book.

"And…?" Piper asked pacing around and looking up expectantly.

"I'm going to just astral project there, like I did with Cole in the demonic wasteland." Phoebe said triumphantly slapping the book.

Piper winced at how freely Phoebe used the man who had once destroyed her life's name. But then realised the absolute brilliance of her plan.

"I'm going!" Piper ordered as she glanced at the spell.

"No I am. Candles…" Phoebe noted going over to the table stacked with as many candles as humanely possible.

"Why?" Piper snapped.

Phoebe shrugged her arms laden with candles.

"When astral projecting you don't have powers… so I can kick demonic ass with out losing my powers." the candles spilled onto the floor.

"Well…" Piper trailed off, Phoebe was right her martial arts skills would be much more useful if Paige was in danger. She stalked over to her sister and helped her arrange the candles, finally they were getting somewhere at last.

Darryl had no idea where the sisters had gone and frankly he was relieved they weren't in his way and giving the authorities more excuses to call him a lunatic.

Whatever they were doing they had better get rid of that stupid wall before midnight, that was the only thing he had been able to help them with.

He knew that the sisters never cracked under pressure or the clock, that wasn't his concern. His main problem was that there was a sister in there.

Paige.

He had every right to hate the sisters over the years after all the hell they had put him through but he found he couldn't. They had saved twice as many people with his help as he had ever dreamt of as a detective.

Without one sister the whole power of three dies along with all the people they could save.

He was waiting till the army sent him the bill for the blown up guns that somehow exploded before they had a chance to use them.

He knew that the girls had done it.

It was situations like these that he wished the sisters hadn't told him anything.

"Spell!" Piper snapped.

"Here's what the to find a lost love spell is." Phoebe said.

"What about to find a lost sister spell?" Piper asked scanning it.

"I thought we would just tweak it a little." Phoebe suggested.

"Ok…" Piper turned to the Book not facing her sister.

"I was thinking something like…

"Writher my sister,

wherever you be,

through time and space,

take my soul near to thee!" Phoebe fell to the floor.

"That is great Phoebe, you just changed two words and it should still work!" Piper said staring at the spell.

Piper looked up at her sister and saw her in the middle of the circle of candles.

"That is why we don't practise spells in the house!" Piper snapped at her sister's unconscious body.

She threw an old blanket Phoebe used to sleep with as a child onto her sister. She lay in a foetal position her arms flayed over her head. It was weird positions like that, that Phoebe always used to sleep like as a child.

Barbas grinned malevolently at Paige as she looked wildly around the room to find something to orb or something she could do to protect herself.

Then remembering sharply that her hands were super glued together. She couldn't orb things to her if she could barely move her hands.

A shimmer of red light materialised behind Barbas who swung round to look at it.

"No one can get into this building through materialisation!" He screeched.

"Nope nothing like that, just good old astral projecting!"

Phoebe punched Barbas in the jaw.

Craig knelt over Chris' bleeding body as Carla wept uncontrollably.

He rechecked the pulse.

He shook his head.

Carla screamed.

Craig felt a lump in his throat.

How had long had he been like this?
Craig prayed that his fingers had slipped or something and he had missed the vein he was supposed to be checking…

Carla noted his Craig's look of confusion and quickly leapt over to where Chris lay, she placed her fingers to Chris' neck again, a little to the left of where Craig had.

She felt something… it was so faint.

She squealed, "I feel it!" She didn't remove her finger in case it went away while she wasn't concentrating. Craig jumped and batted her hand away and felt it too.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief.

That had given them both a scare, after getting into the first aid room, (that had involved a lot of horsepower and an axe, they had found in the fire safety cabinet down the corridor. Craig had realised Carla's fire hadn't activated the sprinklers…) they had laid Chris on the floor to examine his wounds and the pulse had gone. Craig had gotten manic searching for it but failed. This caused Carla to go well… he looked at her tear stained face… like that.

Chris coughed croakily.

"You're alive!" Carla shrieked wrapped her arms around Chris' head.

Chris glanced at Craig confused.

"Get of him, your suffocating the man!" Craig barked playfully.

Carla dropped Chris' head and shuffled away.

Chris slowly moved his burnt arm to his head.

"It's ok bro, we going to fix you up, good as new!" Craig grinned opening a pot of salve and generously rubbing it onto his chest.

Chris' tensed muscles relaxed as it cooled the skin down.

"Gimme, some of that!" Carla snapped snatching the pot off Craig.

Craig sighed and went over to the sink and dampened a clean cloth, he began to carefully clean Chris' face with it.

He had already cleaned his chest wounds thankfully as Carla layered more salve onto it.

Chris stared at his two new friends as they busied themselves with his wounds. The salve helped a lot, the incessant burning he had been feeling had been dulled down. His face was slowly cooling down.

He knew he had to protect Carla when he dove through the flames, he knew it would hurt like hell too… it didn't stop him.

All that for a girl? Without a whitelighter at hand?

Was he insane?

It was like when he took a bullet for Bianca, off a demon who had absorbed her powers and lost them in a bet with Wyatt's bodyguard. He had helped her hunt the demon down the get her powers back. They had somehow gotten into a dark alleyway where Wyatt's minions had decided now was a good time to try and kidnap Chris and drag him to Wyatt's feet snivelling for forgiveness again, which caused Chris to get more battle wounds than ever. Every couple of months of protecting witches then Wyatt would send a pack of demons to kill him or capture him and torture him.

It just happened the day Chris was after a demon who had stolen Bianca's powers they decided to chase the demon too. Even though it had lost it's powers to one of the demons anyway. They wanted the bounty on it's head, It caused him to dive for a bullet that the now powerless demon shot with a gun, it was the only weapon he had, she was a threat so he aimed it at Bianca. It had hit him in the shoulder.

The minions had killed the demon knocked Bianca out and grabbed Chris…

They had taken him to Wyatt's lair and he had been tortured by Melinda and Wyatt for weeks, Bianca had gotten her powers back and ended up breaking out. Then he left her.

Melinda…

Carla accidentally rubbed a little hard on a certain wound, he had done all this for her…

Over a girl… yup he was clinically insane…

Definitely.

Craig left them alone when he mumbled something about losing his knife and needing another one.

Carla looked at him and screwed the lid on the pot of salve, then she started washing her hands in the sink. Without looking at Chris she asked the question he was yearning to know the answer to.

"Why did you come back for me?… through the fire?" She choked on the last word.

Chris tried to shrug as he normally would in this kind of situation but his shoulders were weak and limp so he didn't bother and attempted the more painfully option.

"I had to…" He replied softly.

"Why?" Carla snapped.

Chris didn't know… if he did he wouldn't be so confused.

He slowly turned his head to look at her.

She looked angry…

"You shouldn't have done it… look at you!" Her voice hinted with defiance.

He couldn't move his neck that far.

"I'm sorry…?" He whimpered.

"No, no, no… it's ok…we are going to fix you up… when we find Paige we can write a healing spell… and you'll be as good as new…oh my god look at you this is all my fault."

Carla was babbling like Paige did when she was upset or hyper or excited.

"I'll be ok… save Paige…" He choked.

"I will!" Carla promised.

"What's the matter? Demon of fear scared?" Phoebe asked and punched him again the nose with another sickening crunch. He fell to the floor.

"No, just merely surprised that you appeared just before your sister was about to die. You timing has always been just on the money. Can I enquire on how you do it?"

"Buttering me up won't save you Barbas." Phoebe snarled.

"I don't need saving," Barbas sneered.

"Good," She snap kicked him in the jaw. "Tell me how to get Paige out of here." She commanded.

Barbas just laughed and turned his head feeling the blood oozing from his nose.

"Why would I tell you that? It's not me keeping her here… it's the demonic co…" He burst into flames and vanished.

Phoebe rushed over to her sister. "You're ok… you're ok!" She murmured quickly ripping the tape off her sister's mouth and examining the superglue.

"We need some paint thinner to get that off." Phoebe said unenthusiastically.

"I could try and orb some…" Paige suggested.

"Go ahead…"

Paige remembered the janitor's closet across the hall, and tried to think of the can of paint thinner she had once spotted in there when she somehow got stuck in there. She squinted her eyes with concentration.

She heard a clatter as a paint thinner can materialised mid-air and landed two feet away from her sister who dived towards it.

"Ok… this is going to kinda hurt…" Phoebe warned as she opened the lid hurriedly.

Paige nodded and bit her lip as Phoebe gently poured the liquid onto her superglued hands. She ignored the burning pain and tried to wriggle her fingers and slowly she managed to gain control of her hands again.

Phoebe caught as she fell out of the chair onto superglue guy's body.

Paige shrieked and dived under her desk whimpering.

"What is going on Phoebe?" She asked.

Phoebe could only see Paige's shoes, she was really scared.

"Barbas is in the building… and,… and he killed all the people and we nearly got killed in the lift… we had to go through a vent and we nearly got electrocuted. Then Carla went missing and I tried to find her and demons attacked us… and I got caught by the gremlock then Barbas came…" Paige's voice cracked.

Phoebe knelt down and crawled under the desk wrapping her arms around her petrified sister, who was now crying.

"It's ok sweetie we are going to get you out…" Phoebe soothed stroking her sister's matted hair gently.

"How?" Paige cried, "If we could have got out don't you think we would have by now? This is too much… all these people are dead… and I don't know if Carla is alive or not or Chris and Craig either…"

"Are they magical in anyway?" Phoebe asked.

"Carla is a firestarter I think and Craig is nothing." Paige replied listening to her sister's heart beat.

"Ok… what is Craig's full name?"

"Craig Watson…" Paige replied unsure of Phoebe's motives for wanting to know these things.

"We are going to kick Barbas' ass and there is nothing he is going to be able to do about it." Phoebe promised squeezing her sisters shoulder supportively.

"I know…"

"And we can't stay under here forever," Phoebe said softly " we have to go and save your friends at one point you know!" Phoebe pointed out.

Paige grunted and buried her head in her sisters short hair.

"Don't let him scare me again… please."

"We are going to stop him." Phoebe promised again.

"You, sure?" Paige asked pulling away.

"Yup!" Phoebe said crawling out from under the table.

"Good." Paige muttered following.

They heard a crash and a scream.

"BARBAS!" The Head shrieked. "A Charmed one got into your building!"

"Merely an astral projection sire… nothing your fantastic demons can't handle."

The Head glared at him malevolently.

Dalia sneered.

"We have a plan," She hissed.

"Which is?" Barbas asked uncertainly.

"We have studied the building." The Harpy hissed.

"We found those scientists built it on one of the weakest points between our two worlds." The Gremlock sneered.

"Ahh…?" Barbas was unsure now of what the council were planning.

"We are going to send our troops to rip a hole between our worlds and get in there to finish the job Barbas!" A Lazarus demon spat.

"But…" Barbas protested.

"But… the humans are blowing the building to kingdom come at midnight, we need them dead." The Head snarled.

"Won't the blast kill them?" Barbas asked.

"No, they are magical, we need them dead before midnight, there could be a chance they will survive they blast… then we will have missed our chance."

"We need them dead now!" The Harpy shrieked.

"We are sending the demons now." The Head said before Barbas could argue the Head wove his hand sending him hurling to the back wall.

"They will be done in an hour, then we are sending every demon we can, you have an hour to do it alone or that's it. The building is being blown up in 3 hours." The Head explained.

"Do NOT disappoint!" Dalia growled.

"Darryl junior wants you to come home sweetie!" Darryl's wife said softly down the phone.

"It's a bit hectic down here sweetie… I don't think I'll be coming home…"

"Oh…" Sheila replied glumly. "DJ your daddy's not coming home today, I'll tuck you in, in a minute." She yelled away from the phone.

Darryl grimaced, this was the last thing he wanted.

"It's the sisters the army are going to blow up a building one of them is trapped in."

"Oh my god… honey…" He heard a crash.

"What sweetie?" He asked shocked.

"Your on the news!" She cried.

"Wait … what?" Darryl yelled.

"A woman died there, and a firefighter?" Sheila asked distressed.

"Please sweetie it's ok the other sisters got rid of it!" Darryl said hoping to calm her a little.

Fat chance.

"Honey they are calling you a mad man, get away from there please!" She pleaded.

"I need to stay here…" Darryl muttered.

"We'll talk later." The dial tone rang.

She was mad.

Craig yelped as a demon walked over to him menacingly.

"HELP!" He screamed.

"I was right! You were…" The demon took a deep intake of breath… "There is no mistaking that stench."

"Hey, wait? What am I?"

"Don't kid with me you idiot. Die with dignity."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed.

"You sound like a girl."

"DON'T KILL ME!"

The demon sighed.

"You are one wimp! At least the others ran."

"Don't come any closer!" Craig warned.

"Or what? You'll break my eardrums?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He shrieked.

"Ok, ok, ok…. I didn't mean it you freak!"

A knife materialised in his hand.

"Now let's get this over with, what do you say?"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Oh my God."

Craig felt trapped, he wished he could be bigger and buffer… something that could scare the demon? A big bouncer at the bar they never let him in.

Yeah that guy was ferocious!

He imagined the man with huge muscles… and really long wild untamed hair… and blue piercing eyes.

He wanted to scare the demon, he didn't want to die!

The demon flipped his knife in his hand approaching quickly.

Craig felt his limbs begin to itch as his body began to convulse, he dropped to the floor and his body twisted and writhed and he screamed. There was a crash as the demon fell to the floor.

"Come on! Your not epileptic! Are you? Dweeb?" He looked over at the scientist who's skin began to grow long hairs and twist into strange positions.

He could hear the bones cracking as the man writhed and twisted.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The demon shrieked.