Dear Diary,
I finally came up with someone who could talk to Chris: my dad. I can't believe it took a week to figure that out. Then, it took another couple of months to get up the nerve to call him. Even then, I didn't tell him everything. Well, more like I didn't tell him anything. I figured it'd be easier to explain in person.
When he got here, he began by pointing out the obvious: I was pregnant. After a few questions concerning mine and Leo's relationship, or rather lack thereof, he started talking to my stomach. And not in the cutesy way Phoebe does it, more in a sort of clinically insane way. He was almost unbelievable; when Chris called from the other room, he was all, "He can come out?!" Duh! I thought by then he would've figured it out. Especially since the voice he heard most definitely did not come from my stomach.
When Chris came in the room and saw his grandpa, he did the last thing I expected: he went up and hugged him! He seemed really happy to see him. We sat at the table for a while, talking. Chris even said Dad was 'awesome'. I asked Chris about the 'event' he always mentions but never talks about. As usual, I got absolutely nowhere.
A few minutes after that, I heard Phoebe call for me. Paige shoved her up the stairs and told us that bitch Paula called Phoebe "Freebie" at her high school reunion and Phoebe flashed into her teenage self. We checked in the book while Dad and Chris had some bonding time. I'm guessing that's when Chris told him about the 'event'.
Meanwhile, I was reading up on scabbar demons and Paige was scrying for Phoebe. Apparently, "Freebie" wanted a night on the town. She turned her old classmates back into their senior-selves and stole a friggin' cop car! Needless to say I was ready to kill her. It was about that time Chris and Dad orbed in. Dad wasn't used to orbing, so he was kind of pale and sick-looking for bit. We told them about Phoebe, I had a dizzy spell, scabbar demons attacked Chris. You get the picture.
Anyway, Chris was confined to the attic after we set the crystals up. We got into an argument which led to me finally finding out about the 'event' that ultimately turned my son evil: I'm going to die.
I'm not sure when. I know it's a while after Chris is born at least, the way he knows me so well.
Damn it! I knew it had to be something like this. But it just pisses me off that I obviously don't live to see my sons grow up. It kills me to know that I leave them like my mom left me.
No wonder Chris has been so distant. He's had to see and talk to me for months, knowing and remembering that I died. It's just not fair.
It's not fair for any of us. We save innocents all the time. And for what? Just so we can die and leave our loved ones behind to mourn us. I should just bind Wyatt and Chris' powers right now. For good. If I can't save my sisters, I can at least save my sons.
But then demons would still attack us, only then my children would be defenseless. And God knows our powers aren't going anywhere.
Well, it looks like I really have inherited the Halliwell stubbornness. Because there is no chance in hell that I'm going to sit and wait for the damn 'event' to happen. I'm going to change it, and Death can just kiss my ass.
Yeah. Had to vent a little. I think I can keep going with what happened now.
So, we summoned Phoebe, not "Freebie", but she told us innocents were in trouble. We came up with a plan, sent Phoebe back, and waited for her in the attic. She fooled Rick, a member of her old gang and felon to the stars, into coming to the Manor and changed him to look like Chris. The scabbar demons came and killed him. We saved Todd Marks and Ramona Shaw while getting the demons off Chris' tail. It was the ultimate kill-two- birds-with-one-stone situation.
Everyone was changed back, with no memory of the little incident (although I would've loved to see Paula's face every time she saw Phoebes: being turned into a Scottish Terrier would probably have made her think twice about being such a bitch when she's around). Paige teased her mercilessly for a while, but being around us long enough teaches you when to lay off. Dad left, saying comforting words to me. I didn't know if I believed him, but I didn't say anything.
I walked into the Conservatory and saw Chris playing with Wyatt. I smiled. Then I felt mini-Chris kick and I smiled again as some of Dad's words replayed in my head: "You got a great kid growing inside you. Spend time with him while you can. Talk to him." I realized then that no matter what happens in the future, I have this time to be with Chris. And I won't waste a minute of it.
I finally came up with someone who could talk to Chris: my dad. I can't believe it took a week to figure that out. Then, it took another couple of months to get up the nerve to call him. Even then, I didn't tell him everything. Well, more like I didn't tell him anything. I figured it'd be easier to explain in person.
When he got here, he began by pointing out the obvious: I was pregnant. After a few questions concerning mine and Leo's relationship, or rather lack thereof, he started talking to my stomach. And not in the cutesy way Phoebe does it, more in a sort of clinically insane way. He was almost unbelievable; when Chris called from the other room, he was all, "He can come out?!" Duh! I thought by then he would've figured it out. Especially since the voice he heard most definitely did not come from my stomach.
When Chris came in the room and saw his grandpa, he did the last thing I expected: he went up and hugged him! He seemed really happy to see him. We sat at the table for a while, talking. Chris even said Dad was 'awesome'. I asked Chris about the 'event' he always mentions but never talks about. As usual, I got absolutely nowhere.
A few minutes after that, I heard Phoebe call for me. Paige shoved her up the stairs and told us that bitch Paula called Phoebe "Freebie" at her high school reunion and Phoebe flashed into her teenage self. We checked in the book while Dad and Chris had some bonding time. I'm guessing that's when Chris told him about the 'event'.
Meanwhile, I was reading up on scabbar demons and Paige was scrying for Phoebe. Apparently, "Freebie" wanted a night on the town. She turned her old classmates back into their senior-selves and stole a friggin' cop car! Needless to say I was ready to kill her. It was about that time Chris and Dad orbed in. Dad wasn't used to orbing, so he was kind of pale and sick-looking for bit. We told them about Phoebe, I had a dizzy spell, scabbar demons attacked Chris. You get the picture.
Anyway, Chris was confined to the attic after we set the crystals up. We got into an argument which led to me finally finding out about the 'event' that ultimately turned my son evil: I'm going to die.
I'm not sure when. I know it's a while after Chris is born at least, the way he knows me so well.
Damn it! I knew it had to be something like this. But it just pisses me off that I obviously don't live to see my sons grow up. It kills me to know that I leave them like my mom left me.
No wonder Chris has been so distant. He's had to see and talk to me for months, knowing and remembering that I died. It's just not fair.
It's not fair for any of us. We save innocents all the time. And for what? Just so we can die and leave our loved ones behind to mourn us. I should just bind Wyatt and Chris' powers right now. For good. If I can't save my sisters, I can at least save my sons.
But then demons would still attack us, only then my children would be defenseless. And God knows our powers aren't going anywhere.
Well, it looks like I really have inherited the Halliwell stubbornness. Because there is no chance in hell that I'm going to sit and wait for the damn 'event' to happen. I'm going to change it, and Death can just kiss my ass.
Yeah. Had to vent a little. I think I can keep going with what happened now.
So, we summoned Phoebe, not "Freebie", but she told us innocents were in trouble. We came up with a plan, sent Phoebe back, and waited for her in the attic. She fooled Rick, a member of her old gang and felon to the stars, into coming to the Manor and changed him to look like Chris. The scabbar demons came and killed him. We saved Todd Marks and Ramona Shaw while getting the demons off Chris' tail. It was the ultimate kill-two- birds-with-one-stone situation.
Everyone was changed back, with no memory of the little incident (although I would've loved to see Paula's face every time she saw Phoebes: being turned into a Scottish Terrier would probably have made her think twice about being such a bitch when she's around). Paige teased her mercilessly for a while, but being around us long enough teaches you when to lay off. Dad left, saying comforting words to me. I didn't know if I believed him, but I didn't say anything.
I walked into the Conservatory and saw Chris playing with Wyatt. I smiled. Then I felt mini-Chris kick and I smiled again as some of Dad's words replayed in my head: "You got a great kid growing inside you. Spend time with him while you can. Talk to him." I realized then that no matter what happens in the future, I have this time to be with Chris. And I won't waste a minute of it.