8th chapter up!
Charmed is not my story, and the characters in this fic are not mine. The only actual reward I'm going to earn from this is the gloating over the rewards.
It's been a little, sorry, I tried to do this as soon as I could, but Hotmailrrrrummmm attacked again and... well, I won't bore you all with the fight and the blood and the post party in elderland (the gowns... gosh, the gowns... they are sooo... golden... ).
Lots of rviews said that you'd liked little Chris... I did too, he's just soooo cute... well, you'll see him again, dying and dismembered by... nop, I was jocking (Pukah ducks all the glares and daggers). Read and you'll see.
Of course, I want to thank my good reviwers, you're wonderful, I can't but aware you all with he Oscar to the best reviwers ever.
Jennie: Yes... it hurts to take away the stitches, but's just a moment... more or less. And about the fic... I thought Phoebe would like to keep kid Chris (yep... I think he is cute), and I really enjoted writing the LeoChris part... oh, I'm going to enjoy writing all the LeoChris parts. And thanks! I'm really glad to know that you like it
CaliforniaChick: Thanks!! I think that lil Chris is cute too, U And about Piper… you'll know soon.
allaboutelephants22: I'm happy that you like the ideas, because sometimes I'm not sure if they make any sense at all… I'm trying to write it more or less coherent, thought. And about Leo and Chris' relationship… well, as Chirs himself said in the show… they have some issues.
Lark: Thanks... I'll try to post something else soon... and about fixing him... BWAHBWAHBWAHBWAH!!(evil laugh)
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And here it goes on...
My voice I let ring clear,
Make my sister reappear.
Phoebe read the spell she'd just wrote just moments and looked around. Nothing happened so she crumpled up the paper and threw it in the basket.
And it was so full that the paper merely bounced on the top of the last try outs and fell to the floor."Any luck with the maps?" the witch asked to her sister that was seating in the floor next to her, bent down upon various maps."Phoebe, honey the moment I find something, I'll let you know, I swear... so stop asking!" answered Paige. With a gesture of surrender, the witch threw the crystal across the attic and swore colourfully.
"What the hell is happening with our magic?" she asked, mourning. "I mean, every single rhyme we've cast today have ended being a failure, or directly dangerous."
They had tried every thing, from the blood to blood to the few other rhyming couplets they'd found. But not one of them, including the ones in the book and those Phoebe had wrote, had worked.Also the lack of success in scrying had finally burned Leo's patience and the elder had left for the underworld, to search by himself. The sisters just hoped he was okay.
Phoebe finished a new spell and tried it.
I'm pissed with this all going wrong,
Give me my sister or I'll sing a song
Paige' head rose from the map. "That was a threat? You were trying threaten the magic? With singing? Are you that SoulShadow again or are you plainly losing your main?"
Phoebe's "You're-not-funny" glare shut her up.
---ooo---
Chris... kind of awoke in the middle of the stairs with a knife in his hands.
That was weird. Not weirder than when a herd of Teddy Bears Demons had tried to rip him and Wyatt up, but weird nevertheless.
Everything was a little confusing, he had a feeling of restlessness, as if he had been sleeping but wakening up every now and then. Yawning, the young teen just went down to the kitchen and put the knife back in it's place.
It was pretty cold down there, the parlour's double doors were open and rain was pouring into the kitchen. Chris closed them, nearly soaking himself.He had had a dream, although he was not sure what was it about.Mum had been there, and the aunts. Even Leo, and the elder usually didn't showed up even in his dreams. And they all where talking gibberish about the past and Wy being lost and...Chris had come back to the kitchen for a glass of milk, opened the fridge, grabbed the bottle, poured some milk in a mug and tried to open the microwave.
But it wasn't there.
He put the mug on the table and looked again at his surroundings.
The photo of Wy and him in the park was missing, as the one with the whole family from the last Christmas. And there was a TV where there should have been the toaster, and an old fashioned microwave where there should have been the electric kettle.
Weird.
"So... no dream?" he muttered to himself.
---ooo---
"Do you think he will get really mad at us?" asked Paige, she had finally dropped the scrying and was running through the magic books in the attic.
"Probably." Answered Phoebe. "Although... I wonder why he didn't tell us anything about it...""I'm not sure... I suppose that for all that future consequences stuff." Paige gathered a new book and flipped it's pages. "It must have been hard... for him I mean. We've haven't been the most greeting family.""He deserved half of what we've been putting him through, though." Protested Phoebe, throwing a new piece of paper to the mountain around the bucket. There was no way she could think of a new spell."Yes, but... Think of it... going to the... Here!!" Paige went to her sister and showed her a new spell. "To find those who have been lost no matter their actual localization. Works even in other plans. This must be our shot... even if she is in some other plan it will work."
"Okay... let's try it." Phoebe wasn't so sure, the last three spells had been meant to be their shot.
Across the planes, across the skies,
Listen what we now demand,
If she is hidden, break the lies,
Bring Piper back to her land.
They waited. Nothing.
---ooo---
Chris was in the kitchen.
And he was very sleepy, so sleepy that he couldn't remember having gone downstairs. Not exactly, although he did remember having gone to the attic at some point in the night. He didn't even know if he had reached it or not.What was he doing downstairs?
Maybe he was hungry or thirsty.
He did not remember being hungry or being thirsty, though.
But as he had gone down there... well, there was no bad in grabbing a cookie at... the kid looked at the clock in the kitchen, but it wasn't there. Anyway it was dark, so it should have been around midnight.
And having a cookie at midnight was not bad, was it?
And if he had gone to the kitchen, it meant that he was hungry... and if it was midnight, because it had to be midnight, he should not wake mummy.
No, better just grab the cookie and go back to sleep very fast, because Wyatt had told him about something, not exactly a demon but evil nevertheless, that crawled in the houses at night, looking for kids that were awake after eight o'clock.
Wyatt was seven and a half, he was not a kid anymore, so he was allowed to stay until half past eight.
Chris took a stool and placed it under the cookies shelf, he just would grab a cookie. And if the evil creature appeared and asked what he was doing, Chris would just give him a cookie too.
The kid grabbed for the cookie's box, took one, and sat on the stool to eat it.
He was very sleepy, so once the cookie had been eaten, he just yawned and fell asleep in that very spot.
---ooo---
"Next thing we will do after we find Piper and get rid of the demon and have the chat with Chris, is buying new books" groaned Phoebe. "I'm pretty sure that there must have been a new edition of..." she closed the book and looked at it's front "Spells and Charms for the modern witch since 1892... how modern is that?""It's better than this..." Paige showed her the book she was holding very carefully. "Handy spells edited in 1820..."
"I was thinking... How did Chris grow up?" The middle Charmed asked changing the subject. "I mean, do you think that we're going to be good aunts?""Let's see..." Paige answered, from behind her old volume. "For what we know, we have a neurotic nephew, which is bad... but not as bad as the psychotic one..."
Phoebe sighed.
"Yeah... that's not a good score, is it?"
"No it's not, but..."
"But?"
"But even if Chris is a neurotic, we must have done something good"
Phoebe looked at her sister. "What do you mean?"
Paige raise her head from the book he was reading, she was wearing a strange smile.
"He came here... Chris did the stinkin' time travel thing. And he have been bugging us into the demons crusade for half a year... without telling us a thing even if that would have eased his situation... there're some guts there, don't you think?"
The empath nodded. "Yes... some guts... more or less than the guts you must have to face your brother?"
"I'm not following you there?"
"He comes from a future where Wyatt is evil... he's been fighting Wyatt... fighting his brother."
There was something so wrong in that idea, thought Phoebe. Just like having to fight Piper... to oppose her.
"Forget about that now and focus on finding Piper." Paige handed her a new book. "Let's try this one..."
Phoebe looked at the page, relieved of having something else to think about, and shot a darting glare at her sister. Paige shrugged, at this very moment, she'd try whatever spell they'd found.
Keys, clothes, books and socks,
Replace the object that I've lost,
So I have complete stocks,
And I'm happy without cost.
They didn't even look around for a result.
---ooo---
Chris lifted his head from the table with a start, looking around.
He was in the manor?
How had he end up in the manor?
Oh, wait! Leo had found him!! The half whitelighter banged his head to the table, and his arm gave him a shot of pain. Sharp pain. It was broken, or at least it hurt as if it was.
Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!! He had let them find him!!!And then... but what had happened before was pretty much a blur of his father sending him across the attic. Leo was pissed, not that Chris could be surprised by that...the elder had all right to be pissed at him.
Absentmindedly, Chris took a cookie from the jar with the good arm. The other hurt, but it was that kind of dumb pain that is bearable but a promise of hells in short time.
Anyway... what was he doing in the kitchen? Where were they? And worse, where was Wyatt? At least the kid was safe where he had left him... the SoulShadow would not be able to find him there... probably.
He took another cookie.
At least he would not if he had the opportunity to vanquish him. That's if he had the opportunity to find where it was, which sister it had possessed, and talk the other two into capturing him.
Coming to think of it... it was going to be a hell of a night.
The future witch sighed and got up from the stool receiving another painful shot from the arm but ignoring it, he could swear that he could hear his aunts in the attic, he would go there and...
---ooo---
"Let's try it now!, I've rewrote it a little." proposed Paige, and as she had no better idea, Phoebe agreed.Keys, sisters, books and socks,
Replace the object that is lost,
So I have complete stocks,
And I'm happy without cost.
---ooo---
Chris looked around, a cookie in his hand, rain pouring to the windows of the manor.
The manor... so he was still there. In the trap.
And Wyatt was messing with his mind again.
But if the demons wanted to make a hell of his life, he would show them how much could him turn their lives into hell.
He grabbed a knife.
They were powerful demons. Damn demons looking like his family. Dead demons if it were up to him. Dead. He would destroy them.
Destroy. Kill. Vanquish. That what you do before they do it to you.
Chris walked back to the stairs, and started to climb them up. Slowly, he did not want the demons to know.
---ooo---
"You know what?" snapped Phoebe. "This is definitely not working. The SoulShadow must have done something to our powers, because at least for the probability laws, we should have found a spell that worked by now."
Paige nodded and put a book back in it's shelf.
Orbs filled a corner of the room and Leo appeared. His clothes were torn and half burned but he seemed okay.
"Have you found her?" asked both, the charmed ones and Leo at the same time.
"No." They all answered.
"But I had an idea." Continued Leo. "It may not work, but I think that's our best shot."
"Is it a spell?" asked Phoebe. "Because if it's a spell you can put it right where the sun don't..."
"It's not a spell." Leo sat down in a chair, nearly the last furniture standing in the attic. "It's Wyatt, he may be able to bring Piper back."
---ooo---
He climbed the stairs up carefully, avoiding those that creaked.
The house was such a perfect recreation of the manor that even the banisters had some of it's marks... but it was not perfect, though. For a start, there was a missing scratch in the stairs wood, from the time when he had tried to skate downstairs. He had his own big scratch in the knee from that experience.
Chris shook his head, trying to focus. It was hard to focus lately; lots of things were creeping in his head. Voices, people, talking... remembering the past. Making him angrier. They should die... all of them. They should die; the demons should die. Maybe then all the dead people would stop claiming revenge in his head. His brother. His fault.
With a heavy breath, Chris used the knife to cut a thin line in his arm.
Pain.
He knew about pain. Pain was real, physical. It kept you centered.
The half whitelighter smiled and went upstairs, there was a something crawling in the house tonight. It was not a demon, but definitely evil.
---ooo---
"Wyatt...?"
The sisters crossed sights.
"Yes, he sent her away, didn't he? Well... maybe he can bring her back."
"And how are you going to make him do it?" asked Paige, talking slowly, as if Leo had some kind of mental disorder.
"I'll ask him".
"Ah..." Paige bit her lip, for it was no moment for witty comments. "I'm not sure it will work".
"Do you have a better idea?"
The charmed sighed, no, they didn't.
---ooo---
He was near now, nearly at the door. He could hear them, their words.
They were chatting, planning. Plotting. And finally, moving. Someone was heading to the door. Chris felt his own smile grew wider, and a part of him was suddenly aware that lately he only smiled when hunting.
And with grandpa. Grandpa made him smile. But now grandpa was dead too.
---ooo---
"I'll go for him" proposed Phoebe, getting up. "Although I'm not happy on waking him up. It's nearly one in the morning..."
---ooo---
The door started to open. Chris levelled the knife. Just a strike, in the heart.
---ooo---
"Wait!" Leo exclaimed. Phoebe turned, a hand in the half opened door. "I'll go with you, if we're gonna wake him up..." said the elder.
Phoebe smiled. "Yeah, Dad, you'll be the first one he'll see."
---ooo---
Two?... Chris frown, he just hoped that those were not upper level demons. Anyway, at least he would get them first. Dear aunt Phoebe.
---ooo---
"But you can't go down there like this..." still not moving, the empath grabbed a piece of what lasted of Leo's shirt. "You'll scare your kids..." and as Leo rose his head she added. "Both of them" and smiled wickedly at the blush in the elder's cheeks.
"Can we go now?" he asked, trying to pretend not to be reddening."Wait a sec... let's see... So you won't scare Wyatt and Chris, the mangle clothes I arrange like this..."And as Leo's shirt and trousers sewed themselves into more or less normality, she opened finally the door.
---ooo---
"Ouch!" Chris yelled as his aunt stumbled into him, throwing the young teen to the floor.
"Chris?"Chris looked up at his aunt and then down at the knife he was holding, bewildered. What was about him and knives lately? He dropped it under the little closet of the corridor and looked up again.Up at his aunt's short hair.
Not, it had not been a dream, after all.
"Hi... Phoebe... are you alright?"
Phoebe looked down at her thirteen years old nephew, stunned. "What are you doing here? You were sleeping in Piper's... you were... you..."
"What happened?" Leo's head appeared behind his aunt shoulder. "Chris? You're a teenager..."
After that statement, he should start wondering how many birthdays he's missed, the kid thought, but as it was nonsense, he simply shrugged at Leo.
Ok, people... that's all for now... I wanted this chapter to be about them finding piper and that... but this is what came out...