Here's the update!
Sorry for the delay, I hope this compensates it a bit. I'm really proud of this chapter.
"OH! For god's sake, what's so funny about it? I mean... Paige, look at how awful it must have been for him! You haven't been the nicest person to him... Ohh... you're going to feel so bad when you realise..."
Paige, who'd barely managed to settle down a little bit, calm herself enough to breath, chocked and bent down with laughter again. She nudged Phoebe, who's cheeks were also wet with tears.
"C'mon, sister... she is right!" the empath said between guffaws. "Think of the poor kid, YOU've been sooo mean to him..."
"Yeah... and I'm sorry..." Paige answered, but seeing how the youngest witch resumed her laughter after it, Piper doubted her sincerity.
Gosh! Thought the youngest sister. We're being sooo bitchy here... She was aware of it, yet she was unable to stop herself. Now 's when she asks me if I'm pregnant
"I know it's weird..." Piper went on, not giving up. "But it's the only logical answer... you must be his mother... "
"Let me... let me get this straight..." The empath said, while her younger sister had a new fit of laughs. "We know that Chris is a half whitelighter that came from the future, from twenty years or so in the future, to save Wyatt. And we know that he knows about us and the manor. And we know that he is about twenty years old... more or less... and the logical answer you get out of all that information is that he is Paige's son?"
Something itched in Piper's head but she ignored it, the Charmed One was getting tired of repeating the same thing for like... the seventh time, only to her sisters mounting amusement.
"Can you think of a better explanation?" She asked Phoebe, sure that she would be the first to settle down, to get over it. Paige was going to need more time to accept it, of course, she couldn't imagine the surprise of such news.
The
youngest Charmed had successfully control her fit in time to grab her
middle sister by the arm and stop her from spilling too much
information.
"I'm not sure Chris is my son, Piper..."
She interrupted whatever thought her oldest sister may had been
dwelling on. "I mean, in his future I was dead, remember?"
"But it could of been a lie!" She answered, she'd already thought of that. "What better way to hide his identity than telling us that you were dead?"
Paige gaped for an answer that didn't come, so she answered. "Oook... you have a point there, darling... nevertheless... I... look, it's NOT true, ok? I'm really sure about it..."
And then, to general
amazement, the older sister embraced her, tenderly, without allowing
her to finish whatever she was going to say.
"I understand...
you're in denial..."
"I'm not in denial!" Exclaimed the half whitelighter. "She's not in denial, you idiot!" Exclaimed my lovely readers
"Hush,
hush... I know... I know... I couldn't barely believe it... but he
himself all but told me I was right..." Piper tried to sooth
her, worrying when Paige began to shake in her arms. For both her
sister and Chris, she really hoped the younger Charmed wouldn't have
a nervous breakdown.
"I wasn't going to tell you… I
thought he should." The oldest of the Halliwell witches glared
at her middle sister, who, in return, turned around to hide a snort.
"But now that you know, just take it easy, ok?" Paige's
tears wet Piper's shirt, and the witch felt relieved, as difficult as
it may be, she was finally coming to reason.
Phoebe,
who'd turned around again and was now looking at them with a blank
expression, nodded in agreement.
"What a day, isn't it?"
The empath began with only the slighter pang of guilt. "With the
spell, the demon, the possession, the magic going all wrong, the mini
Chris, Piper's pregnancy, Chris being your son... Can you think of
ANYTHING that could top what's happened until now? I mean, if a young
blonde man was to cross that door in this very moment claiming to
be... I don't know... Wyatt from the future, it wouldn't surprise me
at all."
"Why exactly would my son come back from the future?" Piper exclaimed.
But the answer was there,
wasn't it?
Chris was here to save Wyatt, so maybe Wyatt would
comeback in time to stop him.
He probably did not want to be
saved.
And the thought would have rose armies of angst in her heart if Paige hadn't chose that moment to take a step backwards and, unable to control her guffaws any longer, actually fell to the floor. She had tears pouring down her cheeks and she was laughing so hysterically that she was having problems breathing and nearly choked.
That's why they
didn't hear Chris bawls immediately.
"What the...?"
Phoebe shouted, suddenly startled. But Piper did not waited for her
to finish the sentence. The kid was crying so hard that she sprinted
to the stairs fearing she would find a slaughter.
Fortunately the emergency
wasn't a demon. Or at least no demons they could see. It was just
Chris howling like mad, crying his head off while teen Chris looked
at him with a mix of surprise and wonderment.
Adult Chris, on the
other hand, had both hands covering his face and was mumbling some
very dirty words.
Without waiting as much as a second, Piper pushed Paige in his direction, urging her with her eyes to be motherly, while Paige, not laughing anymore, was urging her with her eyes to drop dead.
Nevertheless, the kid was crying.
"Ch...Chris...?"
Paige asked worriedly, but the he wouldn't respond, just cry.
Oh
god, the witch thought, don't let him jump to Piper's neck or adult
Chris will hex him six feet underground.
And by the look in the oldest future half witch's face, that's just what he was planning to do.
Teen Chris, by the way, was coolly looking at his junior self with a grin.
"Chris honey what happened?" She tried to get to the core of the things.
There were more tears and another soft swear word from the oldest half witch version, who mumbled something that only the teenager heard. Whatever it was, made him snort and shake his head.
The six years old Chris'
cries relented enough for the kid to point at adult Chris.
"Oh...
what have you done now?" Phoebe asked, accusation mixed the
curiosity in her voice.
"Me? I've done nothing... he's... he just... I don't know what happened to him, but it's not my fault..." The accused answered, his eyes darting to his tiny self, who began trembling.
"Ye...ye...yes... it is..." More cries and tears.
"Oh, please! You little cheater...!"
Louder cries.
"Chris,
don't talk like that to... yourself!" Piper chided him. She
repeated, "What happened?"
"I don't know! How am I supposed to know?"
"He... he... he..." Again, the little kid tried to explain himself, but his grief was too much to restraint to talk. The cries began again.
Seeing that Paige had the motherly instinct of a rabid orang-utan, Piper knelt in front of the kid, who let go of Paige and embraced her.
Getting advantage of his position. Where the sisters couldn't see his face but both Chris-s could, kid Chris stuck his tongue out in mock.
"He what, honey?" The Charmed One, who'd decided that Paige would have to learn her parental skills in another situation, caressed the kid's cheek. She was completely oblivious of the 'Oooooooowwwwww, cuuuuute..." she received from both her sisters, the 'pffffff' extracted from the teenager, and the outraged growl from adult Chris.
"He... has... he has... there's something... something you should know?"
"You want him to tell us something?" She asked, trying to make sense of his words.
"No... he has to tell YOU..."
Piper turned to Chris,
who was studying the point of his shoes in detail.
"What is
it?"
No answer.
The
witch looked at the teenager who simply shrugged with a Don't look
at me; I'm just a casual bystander expression.
Seconds
went by without a reaction and Piper was getting tired.
"Chris?"
Two of them rose their head, but the question was aiming for the third one, whose shoes had never been so interesting. Leaning on the wall, next to him, the teenager half witch felt pity for himself... well, for his older version, and it didn't help when he noticed that his adult self hands, closed in fists at his sides, were trembling.
"I think... I think, that if I hadn't told you all whatever it is yet, it can wait for a while... can't it?" He looked intently to the kid, who stared back with a stern look. But at least the cries recessed into sobs.
"No... it can't. It's important, very important!" he insisted.
"You sure? I mean, look at how well we've done until now..." teen Crhis tried to use adult Chris' past arguments, but the kid simply rose both eyebrows. That was a gesture trademarked by Wyatt that he'd used for years just because it was cool to his brother. To himself, he noticed, it looked cocky and irritating. Or maybe it was irritating because it was a wordless answer. They'd both agreed earlier that they'd not been doing it that well.
"No, he must tell her and she must know it or we'll never save Wyatt." And that was like a secret code. Like the magical words that pulled a trigger in both, Piper's and Chris's mind. Save Wyatt.
The oldest witch began to turn again to look at her nephew for an answer, when Paige asked the question. "How...? Did Chris tell you that you were here to save Wyatt?"
And teen Chris decided
that the time had come to allow himself a little quality time with
his mother, before he'd have a fit and redecorate the room in a tk
waves sort of fashion.
"Why don't we go to discuss this to
the attic?" He asked, looking at his aunts, throwing at them
waves of unspoken morse code through his eyes. "I mean, we still
have that demon to vanquish and all that..."
"Sure... discussion... attic... demon..." Phoebe agreed feeling the whole signal of 'get the hell out of here' emotions the teen had just threw at her. "Care to take me, sister?"
Paige nodded, although
her face was that of someone who'd prefer to stay.
"Yeah,
demon and vanquish. See you in the attic."
Both witches orbed and
the teenager walked to Piper who was still looking at his adult
version with curiosity and a little mistrust.
It hurt to see it,
but not half as much as her absence was going hurt, he could see it
in his older selves eyes and pose.
Kid Chris broke free of the witch's arms and grabbed the teenager hand in silence, he'd like to stay, but he knew that it wasn't meant to be like that.
Both younger Chris-s looked at the one who was staying, but he did not looked back, so they parted in silence for there was nothing to say.
Not
for their great surprise, the attic was empty when the two future
half witches arrived.
Still without saying a word, they walked
through the door, went to the stairs, grabbed their noisy aunts by
the wrists, and dragged them back to the attic.
"You're no fun..."
Paige complained.
"And you shouldn't be spying on mum and
us... I'm sure that we'd get livid if we found you." Retorted
the middle Chris.
"I doubt you'll be paying any attention to
your surroundings for a few minutes." Phoebe countered, hardly
containing a rush of tears. "Plus I can't stand this room
anymore, it's like an emotional turmoil and It's breaking down my
nerves. And you on the edge of tears downstairs aren't helping..."
"Let's orb to the P3... " Paige proposed. "!e'll hear them when they're finished. Besides, this could take a while and there's not a single standing chair in this room."
The Halliwells (plus Paige, who was Halliwell, at least at heart) looked around. It was true, even the Book of Shadows was resting on the floor, it's table turned into wood chips sometime in the past two days.
And so they went to
P3, and so we can go back to the part of the story you're interested
in.
That is, Chris and Piper.
Or we could also go and see what happens with Leo... I mean, he'd been out of the narration for a whole chapter and a little bit more now, we should at least see if he is okay.
Leo ducked the flying beaver.
Yeah... He seems to be fine... I mean that he seems to be alive, or at least not as dead as we all know Chris is going to be later in the series.
What?
The beaver?
Well, I thought you were interested in Piper and
Chris… let's forget about Leo and center our attention in on the
other two Wyatt-Halliwell family members.
The fourth, by the way,
is at Victor's taking his morning meal.
That's it, back to Chris.
Don't worry, nothing major is happened in our absence and, to great surprise, nothing major is been said.
That is, Chris has not get up, grabbed Piper and started singing:
"Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
gift is my sooooooong,
and this one is for you.
And you can
tell everybody, that I'm you son!"
He's been, in fact, quiet and retracted, cursing his kid self. Divided by his will that pushed him to do the right thing and his heart that longed for the serenity of mind that only truth would bring.
"Did you tell them... tell you... er... you know, what happened? About Wyatt turning and all that stuff." Piper asked after minutes had come by and the young man hadn't said a thing.
"No."
Piper waited for a further explanation, but there was none. Chris was very pale, livid with rage, and was purposely avoiding her gaze. Whatever it was that kid Chris had had a tantrum about, his adult version did not wanted to share.
After a few long minutes the witch gave up.
"I'm going to the attic..." She said, although the half whitelighter hadn't even turned to watch her.
"Whatever it is... if you feel like telling me I'll be there looking for some more information about the SoulShadow"
I bet some of you didn't even remembered that the demon was meant to come back.
I didn't, and it was like... oh, shit! There was something else in the plot besides the Chris splitting! Hurry, think of something!
Chris himself hadn't thought of the demon that much and when his mother mentioned it, a couple of new, fresh weighs dropped on his shoulders.
The
demon.
Wyatt.
Mum.
The future.
Bianca.
And again, that vertigo feeling saying 'don't go there'.
Bianca.
He would give nearly everything to be back with her again. She'd known what to do; she'd helped him. His hand skipped treacherously into his pocket.
Piper,
who'd climbed all the way to the first floor, turned around and found
the young man looking intently at something he was playing with his
fingers. Turning it around, up and down.
It was shinny, and it was
round.
Piper walked down again and sat next to Chris whose eyes
were lost, not with the fugitive quality they'd had before, but lost
and pained.
He was barely a grown up man, she reminded herself. A kid wearing an adult vest, trying to do the job of a titan.
Trying to change the future.
"If you change the future, she'll be back, probably..." She heard the words and then noticed that they were hers.
"When."
"Sorry?"
"WHEN I change the future, not IF."
"That's what I meant. When you change the future she'll be there, waiting for you."
"Sure... if tiny me doesn't vanquish her first." The half witch allowed himself a weary smile. "Or if she doesn't kill me."
Piper looked at him,
confused.
"But that could have happened even if she hadn't...
well, died. I mean... do you know what I mean?"
Chris nodded and she realised that he'd already thought of that long before.
"Do you have a plan about how to go back, Chris? About what to do next?"
"I'm not sure there will be a place for me to go back to... when I change the future there will be a Chris that will have grown up fearless and happy, a Chris that will own his timeline and his life... and I'm glad for him." If he wasn't, his voice didn't betray him. "But that won't be my place."
"Then, why... I mean..."
"Why did I come back?"
"Yes! Why do you
want to save the future so bad? You won't even be able to go back to
it!"
Chris couldn't but to laugh.
"Why do you keep this good versus evil fight, Piper? Why don't you just get the hell out of here and look for a nice house in some isolated town called Amytville or Sunnydale where nothing remotely demonic happens?"
The witch shrugged the question off. It was silly.
"I'm a Charmed One, I must do it."
"Why?"
"Well, it's my destiny."
"Really? Says who?"
"For a start, the elders."
Chris lifted an eyebrow.
"Since when do you listen to what they have to say?"
"Even if they didn't... it's not just the name, you know? There's people that needs us... there's innocents!"
Chris smiled smugly,
having safely arrived to the part of the conversation he'd been
heading to.
"So are there in the future."
Piper wanted to retort
something, but found herself speechless.
"That's the reason?
For the innocents?"
"It works for you."
"Yes, but I have other reasons, like my sisters and a family to protect... "
"So do I." A new smug smile and then a shrug, and his face changed into a solemn one. "But we both know that once we strip our souls looking for reasons. Once we put everything in the stack... it all resumes in the basics. There's a job to be done, and we're the best options to do it. You know you are, and I knew I was. Or at least I thought so..."
He hadn't looked at her
yet, his eyes were transfixed on the ring in his hands.
"Paige
raised you wonderfully..." Piper sentenced, feeling obliged to
add something. She'd expected better of him than to laugh.
"Excuse me" He apologised calming down faster than her sisters had.
"Don't worry, everybody reacts the same... I thought Phoebe would choke herself to death, and your mother... man, I'm sorry she found out! Phoebe told her, I knew I shouldn't have told anyone... however she'll come to terms, you'll see."
Chris rose a hand,
interrupting her.
"Piper... we'll run through this again. Try
to heed what I say, ok? I AM NOT PAIGE'S SON..."
"Chris, she already knows. You don't have to..."
"I AM NOT PAIGE'S SON." He wasn't yelling, just talking very slowly and clear.
"But..."
"NOT HER SON"
"Well..."
"NOT."
"So..." Piper bit bite her lip. "You're telling me that you're not Paige's son?"
Chris, who'd been planning to burn the words on his mother's forehead, nodded exaggeratedly to stress his point.
"Then who are you?"
The question stopped the
nodding.
It also stopped Chris' capacity to breath or think. This
question, after the last conversation with himself (both of them...
and, again, this sounded like schitzo -talk) ,was not what he
needed.
"I can't tell you." His mouth said in auto-mode.
"I thought you'd said that."
"Sorry." He said, and he was honest.
"But I still want to know..." Piper ignored his annoyed face and insisted. "You don't have to tell me everything, just who you are... is Chris Perry your real name?"
The half whitelighter shook his head before his mind could even think of the word 'lie'.
"Will we know you?"
"Piper..." Chris begged, the truth nagging in his throat, his other selves words echoing in his head. His soul tired of a thousand similar situations in the past days where his nerves and his will had weakened.
"Do we know your mother? Was she the witch? Or was it your father?"
"Piper, please!"
"Chris, I need to know more... I want to trust you but it's not that easy..." The oldest Halliwell looked away, searching the words to explain herself, to force him to open. "Okay, so now I know that you did come to save Wyatt, but that's just not enough! Tell me something! Who are you? Which is our relation? How can you know so much about us? Chris, please!"
She looked back and barely held a gasp, Chris face looked sculpted in granite. Calm and cool, showing no expression and no sign of life, but for an even respiration. But there was something beneath the surface, an emotion she couldn't guess.
Piper wished she had Phoebe's powers.
"What is it, Chris? What hurts so much?"
Her hand caressed his face and the gesture broke whatever charm had held the moment together. Chris backed away from her and stood up, blinking to remove the few unwelcome tears that had come to his eyes.
"Piper, thanks, but I... I can't do this, ok?" She looked disappointed but he'd made his mind up. No spoiling secrets. "I just can't; there's too much in stake for me to screw it up with personal gain and similars..."
Piper
stood too, cursing herself.
"Chris..."
Get away, get away! His mind advised, currently voiced with both Bi and Victor's voices.
"No... look, I'll go to the attic ok? The others are there..." Although the others aren't, his whitelighter senses told him. No time to worry about it now. Screw the others, said his Victor/Bi schizo subconscious, agreeing again.
Sigh, he wished they'd agreed this much when they were alive. Focus. Focus.
"I'll check the book and you should go and lay down a little bit. We don't have to worry still for a couple of hours… I'll go and wake you up later, ok? When everything is ready and..." He was already climbing the stairs up when the witch grabbed his sleeve and stopped him.
"I'm not tired, and you won't go anywhere until we finish this talk".
Bad bad, she's in full
stubborn mood now. Time to change the subject.
"Piper, the SoulShadow will be back in some hours and we have to be ready for it, there's no time for chit chat now."
"No 'demon jihad' me now, young man." The witch waved it off. "Plus we can call Leo, he'll be glad to take care of the research and trap building while you and I finish this conversation."
Ok... think of a
common ground, something that would call her attention... of course
she said it herself, Leo!
"Call Leo?" The young witch fumed, with disdain that was powerful enough originally, he didn't need to exaggerate this time. "I thought you were in no-talking terms... isn't he in Elderland doing Elder things away from family, as always?"
Her eyelids just
twitched with anger.. . I'm so much the master upsetting her. Not
that I'm proud of it, of course.
"He's here when we need him!" Piper defended her husband... ex- husband.
A little push now, but
don't get her too mad...
"Sure, he's always been this constant in this family lives..."
"That's not the case!" The witch retorted harshly.
Subtle now.
Chris didn't even answered, simply rose both eyebrows in mock, turning a smug grin into a small smile of distrust.
That was the final touch, the witch threw both her hands up in the air in exasperation, aware of what Chris was doing but unable to stop herself from getting annoyed.
"Ok!
Have it your way!"
Yessssss!
The oldest charmed gave up and walked away. "I'll be making tea for the next eternity, feel free to share your feelings with me whenever you're in the mood." She said, closing the kitchen's door behind her just a little too hard.
I'm the king! Who's the king? I'm the king! Who am I? I'm the king!
"Don't worry! I'll be upstairs looking through the Book, no need to call dad now!" He yelled behind her, trying to conceal any gloat out of his voice. Well, not that I'm gloating over this, of course.
I'm
cool, so cool... I'm the master of Cunningness, and all the cunning
shall bow at my pass!
He was about to head
upstairs again when there was a bustle of broken china in the kitchen
immediately followed by Piper running back through the doors, her
brain working at light speed so it could actually heed and understand
what her ears had just heard and his mind was trying to
assimilate.
In less time than what it takes to say Chris, you're
and idiot the alluded found himself being pointed at by a woman
known for her ability to blow things up with her hands. He tried to
recoil slowly out of her gestures general direction... but it was a
little hard to do so because she was madly pointing at him and
repeating once and again the word: "You!"
He ducked to the left and
an old vase exploded in the entrance.
"You!" Piper
waved again, Chris bent down in time and a picture of the Charmed
Ones blew up on the stairs' wall.
That got Piper's
attention at least, and she put down both hands with such a hurry
that left two holes in the carpet and nearly amputate his left
foot.
"You... you said..." the witch went on adding a
new word to her unsuccessful way of communication. "You said
Dad."
Something
snapped in place in Chris' head.
The master of cunningness? The
master of cunningness? I hope we'll meet again in this timeline so I
can kick your ass, you idiot! Were Bianca's kind words in
his mind, which shows how much he knew and still thought of her, but
it had no effect whatsoever because he couldn't overhear her in top
of the yells of You're a complete idiot! that
Victor's voice were echoing through his neurons.
At least both of the
schizophrenia voices agreed with Chris on something.
"I'm an
idiot" The young man muttered, but said nothing else, waiting
for Piper to continue.
"You said
Dad!"
"No." Plausible denial.
"Yes!"
Maybe
not so plausible.
"How...? How can it be... Leo?" Now, this is just shock, instead of what you may think. She's not plainly daft, just very good at denial. " Leo is your... he? How?"
But
Chris was getting slightly exasperated.
If she asks me when did
Leo and aunt Paige got together, I'll scream.
Piper's
hand caressed her belly, her eyes growing with realisation.
"Oh,
my god... oh... I need to sit down..."
And
she did with such a hurry that Chris barely was able to grab her
before she fell to the floor.
"Oh... my... god--- oh..."
The
half witch helped her sit on the stairs.
"Are you okay,
Piper?" He asked when she failed to mange a word. It was like
the most stupid things to ask, mainly because if she'd answered 'No'
he'd just go make sepuku.
"It's going to be a boy." She answered, it wasn't a question.
He said nothing, still looking for a way out, strangely thinking that Wyatt, the one he'd grown up with, who would be laughing his head off.
"Chris?"
He
felt her hand on his chin, turning his face to her.
"Yes?" He asked, his pulse so fast that his heart was about to travel to the past.
"You do have your grandmother's eyes."
And my aunt's mouth, he thought while closing his eyes instinctively. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to close her touch out, to keep her breathing form caress his skin, to stop the shivers that were running up and down his spine. She was closer now, he could feel it and he was fully aware that he would not be able to stand it, that he would break down if she said another word.
So he found his way out, orbing away and ignoring Piper's yell when the blue balls and the dingling began.
Chris appeared on the top of the San Francisco gate's highest tower and would have welcomed the rain that had restarted not so long ago, it would have been quiet a good soothing therapy, if Piper hadn't been hanging on to his neck.
Do you remember the bloody blood?
It's the same, I wasn't
being poetical here. I was not talking of a metaphorical weight in
his soul but of a very physical Piper, her arms wrapped around his
neck.
"Where are we?"
"What the hell do you
think you're doing?"
Both questions where made together and since Piper's was the first to get an answer, the other was momentarily forgotten. Mainly because once she'd looked around, her hug of Chris' neck grew so tight that he found himself gasping for air. So his question sounded more like "What the hell do youAAAAAAARGH... gasp gasp gasp".
"What were you thinking, young man?" The witch fumed. "You can't drop certain things and simply disappear. It's not... it's not polite! C'mon, answer me! Say something..."
"Gasp... air... breath... can't breath..."
"Oh... sorry..." She relented her hold on him a little. "And why are we here?"
Chris decided that at least he would answer that last question. It looked less tricky than any other Piper could come up with.
"Leo showed this
spot to me, it's a quiet place to think."
"Leo as in
Dad?"
On second thought, maybe it was a tricky question after all.
"Yghrfm." He
answered, looking down.
"Excuse me?"
"Yhhhrs."
"What
was that?"
Chris sighed.
"Yes."
"Oh."
Piper did not react right away, and for a moment the only sound to be heard was the traffic, muffled by distance and rain.
A couple of moments later and the witch still didn't react, that train of not-happenings went on for half a minute or so.
So madness is hereditary
in this family. Chris thought when Piper burst in a fit of
laughter.
"You know? Maybe that's why I didn't told you
earlier." He whined when Piper failed miserably to stop herself.
"So- sorry, Chris... It's just that now I get it, why everybody laughed when I told them about Paige being your mother."
"Not funny." He kept complaining. At the moment, staying still and watching a cactus slowly die of thirst ranked much higher on the scale of funny things than what Piper was laughing her head off about.
Of course he wasn't aware of the fact that she was running into hysterics and her brain had decided that laughing would be a better stress escape way than crying.
"Yeah... probably."
The witch cooled down at last and turned to look at him.
She
wasn't laughing anymore, but she didn't looked angry or even
annoyed... the aftermath had arrived. An even more dreadful moment
for now it was sinking in and no one knew how she would react.
"Why Chris?"
Play dead! Was Victor voice's thoughtful advice at Piper's dreaded question. Jump off the bridge! Aas Bianca's.
He simply sighed, ignoring both, he'd known the question would arise sooner or later. And the sooner the better.
"I know you won't be pleased... I'm not pleased my self for lying at you all." He explained, hoping that she would understand. "The things I've done... not only to you but to other people, to Leo... the Valkyries. I used to think that the end would never justify the means, then everything happened and... shit! I just couldn't allow myself to get moral about my ways. I just..." The young man sighed, realising what he was about to add and the fact that Piper would not understand how much it hurt to admit it. " I suppose I'm not that different to him."
The half witch looked at his mother who looked back with a blank stare.
She'd just tried to start it easy asking why they'd named him Chris.
Chris
her son.
Chris.
Her son.
The same one she was bearing in her
belly.
It was Chris.
And he was her son.
Wyatt's
brother.
Chris.
The 'you will kill this demon and you will do
it now' half whitelighter.
Mister wittiness 2004.
The guy that
came from the future.
The one she'd thrown out of her house not so
long ago.
The one responsible for her and Leo's separation.
Oh
my... the one she'd slapped.
The one that was patiently waiting
for an answer.
But what was there to answer? Hi Chris... want some
cookies?
Did he like cookies?
She'd read a book about
motherhood when she was pregnant with Wyatt that said that it had all
the answers. Well, it didn't.
Say something, say something!
"Blue." She blurted.
"I'm sorry?"
Chris asked, uncertain.
Through long nights in the club, he'd
played in his head about a thousand scenarios of what Piper would say
if she ever discovered the truth. In the best possible one, she was
thrilled and cooked him waffles; in the worst, she cried and blasted
his butt...
Never had she said 'blue'.
"Blue is your favourite colour." She went on, not that it made that much sense now.
"I don't follow you."
"You've been with us for almost a year. I just tried to think of something I knew of you, something not related to Wyatt or demons." She drew a half hopeful smile. "And I found something... blue is your favourite colour, I know it because you're always wearing that blue sweater of yours..." She signalled the jumper he had on. "And I know that you hate sweet food, that you like spiders, that your favourite music player is Springsteen and that you take your coffee with two sugars."
Chris, who's favourite colour was green, loved but couldn't eat sweets, couldn't care less about spiders and wanted his coffee bitter and sugarless, nodded with a sly smile. At least she'd noticed about Springsteen... although it was probably because he'd used all the posters of the Boss that the music band company had sent them accidentally, to cover the holes in the wall of his little room in the club.
"Is there anything else you want to share with me?" She asked, smiling back. "Your favourite book, maybe?"
Chris shook his head.
What he wanted, what he really wanted so bad that his arms and
hands were itching in expectation was to hug her and never let her
go.
He didn't.
She needed
time to adjust.
And when she'd adjusted, she'd ground him for weeks. Maybe then he'll manage courage to hug her.
"You're
my son?" She asked.
He nodded.
"Mine and Leo's, am I
carrying you right now?"
Another nod.
Oh, god.
Piper thought. This is reeeeaaaaaaaaaaal, or I'm having worst
hangover ever.
The witch let go of Chris, recoiling a bit and
sitting down in a irony thing she couldn't identify: it was wet, but
so was she.
Chris stood still, the more he told himsef that she would need a little time to get over it, the more it downed on him what had happened.
She knew.
They all
knew.
Leo knew.
What was he supposed to do now?
The Play dead/ Jump off the bridge advices that echoed in his head sounded pretty neat for a few seconds.
Thanks for reading!
I hope you liked it... hehehe... now Piper knows just because Chris was too focused gloating over his own intelligence and cunningness to pay atention at what he was saying... ok, the stress had something to do too
I just never pictured Chris telling her all by himself, he was so sure about it that when he allowed Paige and Phoebe to tell Piper in the show I felt it wrong. But she had to find and I wanted her to knoe from Chris... and so she does
It's just the stupid thing you say because you have your head somewhere else, and then, KRAKABOUUUM!
(See Ican'tthinkofanick? I don't need the twins (Patty!) to muddle things up )
NightOwl123: Jejejeje! I like the secret weapon too I'm pretty proud of it.
The magicBringer: Thanks! I try my best with english, but most of the improvement is thanks to my beta (although I'm trying to get the knack in verbs XD).
Kilikapele: Ah! Another update! TT but not that soon I like the sweater too, it's like another character all by himself, I may even try and make iy sing and dance in a couple of chapters... now that would be a twist.
Sweater: C'mon Chris, don't be so upset... sing with me:
"Hakuna matata, what a woinderfoul word,
Hakuna matata blah blah blah blah (I've never been able to understand this part),
It means no worried for the rest of you life,
It's you problems free, philosophy.
Hakuna Matata".
Chris: That's it... I'm leaving drugs now... no more aspirines for me.
I though of giving the past Chris-s some naiveté, and they have, but just not too much because, after all, they've grown up surrendered by demons atacks and al that stuff... plus I just couldn't picture a teenage Chris being that innocent.
And you don't have to wrap your reviews, I love long reviews!
Ican'tthinkofanick: Thaaaaaaaaaanks! You're so sweet! I love when you think my chapters are good because I love yours /
"Yeah Chris you'd been kidnaped by a demon and will recieve a memo about it any time soon!"
XDDDDD I laughed so much with that. Yep, he'd known if he'd been kidnapped... nevertheless, in the Charmed universe, who knows?
"Where is psycho Chris, speaking of white doves?" Hehehehe, that's like the million dollar questions, you'll find out in the next chapter... probably!
Ahh now it came to me in the middle of Chris grabbing the aspirins... Psycho Chris is with leo... oh my god, poor LEO he is going to kill him... or maybe the spell works and he is able to sooth him?
XD Who knoooooooows? I do, and you will soon... then again, or not.
Ritagarcia45: Sooooorry you had to wait do long for this chapter, I hope it was worth it. jejeje, about Paige and Phoebe's reaction to Piper's little wrong dicover... well, I thought it was the obvious way.
Rhia: You said:
just to clarify assuming it dosent spoil anything are there three or four of our favorite whitelighter around?
It would spoil something, yet not that much, so there four Chrises...
and will psyco chris meet his future
selves?
This would be a bigger spoiler, you'll se soon, I promise.
Wonder: Thaaanks! Hehe, yes it was less confusing.
ChristineMarquez: I'm glad you liked the chapter and about maniac Chris... wait just a little bit more, please.
Insanechildfanfic:thanks
Bunn2007: XD Everbody asks me about psico Chris... ah, my you padawans, patience, patience...
Magicalprincess: Ugh here...
Septdeneuf: Thanks! I'm glad that you liked it... and you'll find about psico Crhis pretty soon...
Lark: Best chapter? Uoh thanks! Uoh... I guess no bribes for me... sorry for the delay.
StonyAngel: You're right... five version, not four... I didn't counted on phoetus Chris!
Ennui de Morte: Thanks! Everybody asks about psico Chris and Leo.. uh... you'll see! I'm glad you like the interactions!
Daniele Marx: I'm happy to hear that the stpry makes you both, laugh and crys, for that's the idea
Cassi: This solved one of the questions, but please, feel free to stay toll the end!
Update already: Hullo! Hehe, here's the update
