Authors Note: This chapter is slightly more dramatic and less funny than the others but it was the only way to get these two crazy kids together. Angst is good! Thanks to all my reviewers much love to you guys.

Chapter 5

Chris realized something was totally wrong with him when he sat staring at Lizzie all through the drinking and the celebrating at the Manor. He wasn't really apart of the conversation, he sat on the sofa nursing a beer.

Lizzie mumbled something about having headache.

"There's some aspirin upstairs in the bathroom cabinet." Paige offered.

"Thanks." Lizzie mumbled as she got up and started away, Chris' eyes followed her until she was out of sight.

Even in that hideous sackcloth dress she was wearing he could still see all her curves. And damn it he was devolping a thing for Lizzie. Oh how easy it was when he thought he hated her but now he was feeling emotion. He had tried for so many years to keep himself cut off and detached. Get some and then get gone was his motto and now damn it he was getting a crush on a seventeen year old girl.

Chris got up immediately and started to pace, this wouldn't do this definitely wouldn't do.

"Chris are you alright?" Leo asked from where he sat on the piano.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. You're pacing a whole right through the oriental." Phoebe said.

"Well, let me know when I hit China."

"He's funny." Sam said.

Chris rolled his eyes. That was another thing, he had never been in such close quarters with a girl's parents before it was extremely unnerving. It was weird he might have to be nice to them and stuff. And then there was Matt to consider, hyperactive and just plain crazy in the head.

Chris sighed in frustration, he had staved off the inevitable for as long as he could. Without a word he started upstairs.

He ran a hand through his hair and looked through the open bathroom door; Lizzie was just opening the cabinet. She stood up on tiptoe but she still couldn't reach the aspirin. Paige probably threw it on the top shelf because it probably fell out on her one morning.

It was just out of her reach and Chris had to admit she looked so cute her blonde hair covered the side of her face and he couldn't exactly see her expression but that horrible dress had ridden up her shapely thighs and he could almost see everything, yet again.

Before he knew it he was over there helping her. Lifting her with his hands on either side of her hips, she managed to grab the bottle and he managed to get a semi.

Chris groaned when he set her back down, that momentary intimate contact had adverse effects on him and if he didn't move, she would definitely notice his semi erection.

"Chris…" Lizzie whispered watching the man back away from her.

He mumbled something she didn't catch and darted out the door in a flash.

Lizzie sighed and picked up her glass of water and the aspirin bottle and followed him. She couldn't understand why he was behaving this way, she had never seen him be so shy. And she knew he was into her, she had felt it poking her in the back.

She also knew that their relationship or whatever they had going on wouldn't work out. But she couldn't help feeling a certain way about the very sexy yet insanely obnoxious Whitelighter.

She walked up the steps and into the attic where she found him lying face down one of the old couches in there. Quietly she took two aspirin and steeled herself for what she knew was going to be a shouting match.

"Chris…" She said.

He raised his head off the pillow and looked at her.

"I–I'm sorry about–um earlier, I don't know what came over me." Chris said.

Lizzie smiled, "It's okay it happens to my friend Gordo all the time."

"Gordo is seventeen it's okay for him to get inappropriately timed boners. I'm twenty one." Chris said.

"And your point is?" Lizzie asked.

"I never should have agreed to do this. I can't get attached." Chris said.

"What's wrong with getting attached?"

Chris sat up and looked at her, his eyes which were usually green had changed into a turbulent blue.

"Because I can't! I have a mission; people seem to forget that around here!"

"Look I am not asking you to go steady or something cliché and eighties like that, but I want to acknowledge what's going on between us. You are my Whitelighter and we are gonna have to work together."

"Actually, we don't. I'll just have Leo assign you another Whitelighter." He said standing up and walking past her.

"Are you that scared?" She asked.

"Excuse me what in the hell are you talking about Lizzie."

"Are you afraid of me? Of what you could possibly feel for me if you let yourself?"

Chris scoffed, "You're fucking crazy you know that?" He asked.

"Maybe I am crazy," Lizzie said turning around to face him, "But a least I'm not stupid enough to walk away."

"Hasn't it occurred to you that maybe I'm not into you at all and the bathroom boner was just a result of spending the last five or six months with a vow of celibacy. You're just another pretty girl with a decent rack and a nice firm ass." Chris said.

"Oh yeah, if that's all I am to you why haven't you tried anything? You look like a 'Get some and get gone' type of guy why haven't you hooked up in the last couple of months?" Lizzie asked.

"I haven't found the time." Chris said.

"Yeah your mission keeping ya busy?" She asked.

"You don't know a damn thing about me." He said.

"I'd like to." She said in a soft tone knowing that it would completely throw him off guard.

"Trust me you don't want to know me, I'm a real bastard." Chris said.

"I don't believe that. And do you dare think about quitting being my Whitelighter or I quit too." Lizzie said.

"Whatever."

"Chris…don't go." She said.

"Lizzie, if I stay up here things are gonna change."

"I don't care. My life is never gonna be the same again anyway. And that's because of you." Lizzie said.

"You were born a witch Lizzie. I had nothing to do with that."

"I don't think me or my family would even be alive right now if it weren't for you," Lizzie said.

"You're right, I am afraid." Chris admitted.

"Chris, I'm not going to hurt you."

"More than likely we I'm gonna end up hurting you." Chris said.

"You won't," Lizzie said.

"Yes, I probably will. And besides you're not ready for that kind of relationship."

"I am so ready for that kind of relationship. What does that mean anyway that kind of relationship?" Lizzie said.

Chris just gave her a look.

"Oh, that kind of a relationship." Lizzie said.

Chris laughed.

"Lizzie! We're leaving in a few!" Lizzie heard her mother shout from downstairs.

"I'll take her home Mrs. McGuire!" Chris shouted.

"All right."

Lizzie smiled as he grabbed her hand and orbed them to her house.

They had only been there a few seconds when orbs filled the room once more, and Leo, and Lizzie's parents. Then a second later Paige orbed in with Matt.

"I'll see you tomorrow Lizzie. Goodnight everyone." Chris said orbing away.

Lizzie knew that meant he was going to stay on as her Whitelighter. She smiled to herself before starting upstairs.

Chris orbed back to P3. He desperately needed to get over this little crush and go back to being his usual self. He felt like he was in tenth grade all over again.

He sighed collapsing onto the well worn couch, he knew he should quit before he started something. But he knew he probably wasn't going to he was indeed his father's son.

He wanted Lizzie so much and it wasn't the way he usually wanted a girl. The girl he was banging in the future Bianca, the night they met she was an assassin sent to try and kill him. They woke up together the next day.

Chris smirked thinking of Bianca, she didn't love him anymore than he did her she just understood him enough to know what he had to do. He had thought maybe if he wasn't on this glorious quest of his and if he weren't so screwed up that maybe he could have real relationship, with a firm emotional attachment or some Dr. Phil, Ask Phoebe bullshit.

The truly ridiculous idea that was swimming around in his head was that he could have that with Lizzie he could be … happy. He couldn't remember being happy, it was always something elusive to he just covered up for what he was lacking with his trademark brand of sarcasm.

Chris sighed and tried to fall asleep but his every thought was consumed with the blonde haired witch.

Lizzie got ready for bed just as she usually did, but this time she didn't return Miranda and Gordo's countless phone calls. She had no plans to call them back either, there was too much going on too many things he couldn't tell them. She turned her covers back and lay herself down, a small smile played on her lips when she thought about what Chris had in store for her tomorrow.