Disclaimer: I do not own any Charmed or Riverdale characters. Trust me, if I did, Chris would be alive.

A/N: Well, now that that's out in the open, here's some background info: the demon Chris was spying on (Sam) is Faith's father. Just an FYI. Teehee! Well, enjoy!

Faith was standing in her bedroom, checking her reflection. It's not like she was trying to date Chris or anything- she'd seen the engagement ring- but was it so bad to want him to notice her; just a little? Today, she was wearing a deep blue, sleeveless shirt with short shorts (not too short; Faith didn't want any unwanted attention) and a pair of white sandals.

Suddenly, two little balls of energy bounded into her room.

"Mommy!" they cried. "Are we going to stay with Auntie Jasmine today?" Faith smiled. Even though the girls were only two, Peace and Patience had enough energy for two five-year-old boys.

"Yeah, Mommy has somewhere to go today," Faith grinned. "Be nice to Auntie Jasmine, okay?"

"Okay!" the smiled, hugging Faith's legs. Faith bent down and kissed the top of their heads. Giggling, Peace and Patience left to roam the giant manor. Still smiling, Faith tucked the vial into her pocket and grabbed her sunglasses and purse and snowed away.


Chris awoke feeling refreshed and well rested. He checked his watch. It was 7:45; Faith would be here any minute. There was no way he could go with her now; not that he'd intened to anyway. He had things to do, demons to hunt, brothers to save. Chris rolled off the couch, changed his shirt and went out into P3. Faith was standing behind the bar reading a book on demonology.

"Anything intresting?" Faith jumped.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," she chirped. Chris rolled his eyes. Of course she'd seen him. Faith was probably the most powerful fighter he'd ever seen.

"Liar."

"Fine, you got me," Faith relented. "Ready to go?"

"Uh, actually..." Chris mumbled.

"I though this would happen," Faith sighed. "Jug, if you will?" Chris jumped as a potion broke at his feet. Quickly, he tried to orb, but he couldn't.

"What'd you do?" Chris asked, panicking. Jughead came out from the storage closet.

"Well, we both figured you'd try to get out of it and go demon hunting..." Jughead explaied.

"So, I whipped up a batch of anti-orbing potion," Faith finished. "It'll wear off at midnight."

"But..." Chris began, but Faith hushed him.

"Quiet," she insisted. "Now, go put on some shoes, and let's go. I want to stop by that cafe for breakfast." Chris reluctantly obliged and when he came back, Jughead was gone, and Faith was tapping a pen on the counter. "Ready?" she asked when she saw him.

"I guess," Chris mumbled.

"Let's go then!"

Faith teleported herself and Chris to a small alley and hurried the remaining block to the cafe.

"So coffee or tea?" she asked.

"What?"

"Earth to Chris," Faith teased. "We're here. Coffee or tea?"

"Uh, coffee," Chris mumbled. "No sugar, no cream."

"Gotcha." Faith placed their orders and moved to a small table. "So... what's your favorite color?"

"My favorite color?" Chris asked. No one ever cared what his favorite color was. "Green, I guess."

"Yeah, green suits you," Faith smiled. "It matches your eyes."

"What's yours?" Chris turned the tables.

"Well, most people would assume blue, but I really like purple," Faith answered. "I used to dye my hair that color a lot. But it's harder to do now. I'm thinking of making a spell to do it for me."

"Personal gain, remember?" Chris reminded her.

"Yeah, those rules don't apply to me," Faith responded. "Lucky me!" Chris rolled his eyes. Their order showed up. Faith handed Chris his coffee and she sipped at her caramel-mint frappucino.

"What time does the concert start?" Chris asked.

"Ten, but we can get there around nine-thirty if you want to walk around a bit," Faith informed him. "American Eagle is right down the street."

"Uh, no let's go," Chris mumbled.

"Alright, but we're going shopping sometime today," Faith said, tugging him out the door.

When they arrived, the line was pretty short and Faith was glad they'd decided to shop later. Being a beach concert, it was slightly cool, yet uncomfortably warm at the same time. There were a few bands playing; the music would be going for two hours, but there were other things to do as well. To the left of the stage was a cart with cotton candy and popcorn, a few tables to mingle at and an outdoor pool table.

"Do you want to listen to music first or play pool?" Faith asked.

"Pool," was his expected answer. Faith forcefully steered the reluctant witch-lighter to the pool table.

"So, how good are you?" Faith asked, trying to search for what might motivate him.

"Better than you," Chris replied with a half cocky smile.

"Don't get too sure of yourself," Faith grinned. Leaning over, she took aim and landed the five. The pool game continued and Faith watched the usually secretive whitelighter begin to loosen up. In the end, it was a rather tight game and they'd had a crowd around them when Faith finally dunked the eight and won. The crowd erupted into cheers and groans. All of the bystanders watching the game dispersed and Chris and Faith grabbed a pair of bar stools to listen.

"No one's ever beat me before," Chris muttered in amazement.

"Guess you'll have to step up your game," Faith grinned, tapping her feet to the beat of the music. Next, to her, Chris was clearly trying to look bored, but he was tapping his fingers in a rythmatic manner in beat with the song. "Enjoying your day off?" Faith asked.

"Well, I still have d-" Chris began, but Faith cut him off.

"I swear mister if you say the d-word I will blow you from here to Elder Land," Faith threatened.

"It's true though!" Chris muttered. "I can't just take a day off!"

"You can and you will," Faith told him. "Now, if you're getting bored here, we can run and catch an early lunch. We could even take a taxi or something!"

"Okay," Chris said. Faith took his hand and led him away.