A/N: So my computer decided to ruin my life by deleting my almost finished chapter, so this is the redo. Sorry if it isn't good... the last one was much better.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Charmed and Riverdale...
Faith tugged Chris into a J.C. Christopher's. It was a good restaurant, perfect for talking. Chris had insisted that they sit indoors, despite the fact that it was practically freezing inside. While they waited to be seated, she looked over at the young man next to her. His face shone with almost boyish delight as he gazed around the room. Faith felt a slight smile gracing her features.
A few minutes later, they were seated at a nice, sunny table. Faith disappeared behind her menu to avoid the awkward silence, though she peeked over it a few times to check on Chris. He looked much more relaxed, and a few of the worry lines had disappeared from his face making him look much younger. Now that Faith thought on it, he probably was.
A waiter came by to take their drink orders. Chris froze, staring blankly at the menu.
"Uh, we'll take two glasses of water please," Faith requested. The waiter wrote down the orders and left. Faith stared curiously at Chris. "How long has it been since you've eaten out like this?"
Chris looked startled. "Oh, well, I was maybe sixteen," he replied. "So that'd make it about six or seven years."
Faith nodded serenely. "I thought so." Then, she proceeded to point out some of the better menu options. Finally, the waiter arrived with their waters in tow.
"What would you like?" he asked. Faith ordered a plain old sandwich with fries. Chris decided to take the breakfast route and ordered pancakes with bacon. Faith smirked, her hands moving wildly on her lap.
"Pancakes?"
"My mom used to do pancakes for lunch," he mumbled.
"What's your mother's name?" Faith inquired sweetly.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Nice try, but I'm not that easy," he grinned. "You don't think A- Phoebe's tried that already?"
Faith laughed. "I'm sure she has," she said, eyes sparkling. "But trust me; if I wanted to know your secret, I'd find out. I respect your privacy. I might not though if Jug's aura readings had turned out a bit differently."
"Aura readings?" Chris asked incredulously.
"Yeah, that empathy blocking potion is seriously powerful, but he can still get an idea of your aura," Faith explained.
Chris squirmed in his seat. "What else do you know?"
Faith pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook it out, her long wavy hair rippling over her shoulders. "Well, I know that you are part witch and that you probably either have a fiance or else a very special someone." When Chris looked offended, she quickly said, "I wasn't snooping or anything; just the wrong place at the wrong time."
"What do you mean?" Chris's green eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"The first one, I was going to get a potion bottle for Piper and I saw you using telekinesis to flip through the Book of Shadows and as for the ring, Piper told me to get her the ledger from the backroom. You were in the shower and I saw the ring. I didn't touch it, I swear." Chris ran his fingers through his hair and looked thoughtful.
"Why haven't you told the sisters?" he said finally.
"I told you," Faith repeated. "I respect your privacy. Not to mention, I think they're still being a little unfair to you, especially since Wyatt's evil and all."
"How'd you know Wyatt was evil?" Chris looked surprised that she knew this.
"I thought they knew..." she sighed. "Jughead got a vision; like Phoebe's. I didn't say anything 'cause I assumed that they all knew and it would be hard for Piper."
"Well they don't know," Chris sighed. "If I tell you about Wyatt, could I trust you to keep it a secret?"
"Of course."
Chris sighed again and began his story. "I was Wyatt's best friend, practically brothers, so I was one of the first to notice something was off. Sometimes, I'd catch him doing questionable things; a few times, even dark magic. But when I tried to tell Piper or Leo, or any of them, they didn't believe me. Said I must have been dreaming. Because Wyatt's the Twice-Blessed and was always going to be good. Eventually, I stopped telling people. Then, on my fourteenth birthday, Piper died. Wyatt fell over the edge. I'd hardly see him anymore. Once, I tried to follow him, but he attacked me. After that, he disappeared for almost two years. When I finally did see him, he'd changed. Magic was brought out into the open. People that didn't agree with him were murdered.
"So, I started the Resistance. It was small at first. A few witches and a couple demons. As time wore on, we rescued the remaining Halliwells and even more witches. Demons started to join, and warlocks too. We couldn't be picky. Then about six years later, Bianca and I got the idea to go back in time; find the event that changed Wyatt for the worst. So we did. And here I am."
The food arrived, so Faith could process everything. "That's horrible," she finally said. "I'm so sorry. Actually, I hate when people say that; forget I said that. What can I do to help?"
Chris was surprised. He'd expected her to freak out; maybe accuse him of being evil and lying. But no. Faith was offering to help him.
"Well, I could use your help for a few demon vanquishes," he said finally. "But I really need Leo to trust me." Chris could see the gears working in her head.
"I'm sure I could use one of Mr. Gold's old spells, maybe mixed with one of my potions," she suggested. "I can probably have it all ready by Tuesday. Will, that work?"
"That should be okay," Chris said. Then the two dug into their lunch. Faith wanted to know all about the technology in the future so Chris told her. He knew she'd never tell anyone or introduce anything to the world before it was time. As she chattered on about her futuristic future ideas, Chris began to relax. Maybe he'd finally found a friend.
Hooray for Chris! Please review.
