Disclaimer: Don't own Charmed. Some uper-rich dude does, and he really doesn't use it well enough.
Sorry that it's short, but the stuffI have planned for this story nextdoesn't belong with this chapter, and I don't what to bore you guys with meaningless junk that doesn't develop the plot. Enjoy, and please review.
"What do you want to know?" Chris asked innocently, and his eyes stayed focused on his mother, who was interrogating him from across the counter.
They had all sat down; Piper, Paige and Phoebe stood in the inner part of the bar, whereas Bianca and Chris sat uncomfortably in chairs. Bianca took this time to study the sisters.
Piper definitely looked rather a lot like Chris, she realized. She had always noticed that Wyatt looked a lot like Leo, but had always wondered whom Chris took after. She had seen photos of his mother at Chris' apartment, but in real life the similarities were remarkable.
Mel also seemed to take after her mother. She and Phoebe had the same hair and eyes. Their voices were also similar, but Mel's was more tense because of the situation back at Home.
Jonas, on the other hand, did not in any way resemble his mother. The hair color, eyes, face, all were almost mirror images to his father.
Paige caught Bianca looking at her and tried to glare, but ended up smiling weakly. Ah, Bianca thought, the smile. So Paige's legacy does live on in her son.
She was shaken out of her thoughts by Piper's insistent tone.
"Who is she?" she demanded, gesturing with her index finger at Bianca rudely.
"Piper, she's my fiancé. You know that already from the darklighter." Chris said, exasperated, as if that was all to the story, and the Charmed Ones were blowing it out of proportion.
"She's a demon," Paige muttered, and Bianca shot a cold glare at her when she realized it was meant to be an insult.
"Like I said before—not necessarily evil," Phoebe said just loud enough for all to hear. Chris chuckled lightly. If only she knew how much that state of mind would be important in the coming years.
"But who is she?" Piper asked, emphasizing the words. Chris looked back at her. The sisters thought he was trying to instill fear, but Bianca knew him well enough. He was searching for a believable lie.
Chris was indeed stuck. He decided on a half truth, hoping that his limited acting abilities would make it seem complete and realistic.
But Bianca stepped in before he could open his mouth.
"I'm an assassin, and we met when I tried to kill him. The rest is history," she said simply. Chris was surprised; that wassimplier than his confusing web of lies he had been constructing. Plus, it was true, so it would be easier to remember.
"You tried to kill him!" Paige said, shocked. Bianca nodded proudly, like a small child who did well on an art project.
"Why didn't you finish the job?" Piper muttered, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling.
"Because I was too good," Chris answered Piper's sarcastic remark. He smirked at Bianca playfully. She returned it with a warning glare. No one insults her talent. She may be good now, but she was still dangerous, she thought to herself.
"No," she returned, "you were helped. One on one, I could take you on any time."
But she was kidding herself. Chris was not only part of the second generation of Charmed Ones, but the son of a Charmed One and an elder. He could kill her in an instant if he wanted to. Which luckily, he did not.
"All well, so sad, WHO CARES!" Piper roared, getting extremely agitated. Chris could be planning to hurt her precious Wyatt, and a new part of unraveling his mystery was sitting here, chatting about who could kill who.
"Let's start with easier questions," Phoebe interrupted rationally. Paige nodded at her in agreement, so she continued. "Who are Mel and Jonas?"
"Who?" Piper and Paige asked simulataniously. Bianca looked at Chris, surprised, and Chris looked quizzically at Phoebe.
"How do you know about them?" he demanded, shaking. A thought struck him suddenly. Did she get a premonition?
"Answer the question," Phoebe countered. He sighed.
"They're…friends, from the future," he answered finally. Well, at least that was truthful. He was always close to those two cousins in particular, being second generation Charmed Ones together.
"More specific." Piper glared at him. He tried to look exasperated with them.
"What? Do you want detailed biographies about every single person I knew in the future?" he said, and gave the air that what they kept asking was ridiculous.
"That would help!" Paige said, and he looked at her like she was insane.
Suddenly, another portal was created from the wall of the club. Chris and Bianca both groaned, expecting Wyatt to come out from it. Then they would have explaining to do.
Instead, out came a man and woman, both about Bianca's and Chris' age. The woman wore all black pants and tank top, with a black cloak fastened by a silver pendent shaped into a triquetra. Her hair was a dark brown, as were her eyes, and she had a scar starting at the left side of her jaw and traveling up her face, stopping inches below her eye. She also had a new wound above her right eye: a small red bruise, with small dots of blood speckling the area about two square inches wide.
The man had reddish blonde hair, and was supporting the woman. His complexion was lighter, and had numerous freckles scattered across his nose. His blue eyes held fear and concern, and he was dressed in a light blue shirt over a white T-shirt. He also wore faded blue jean that were worn and dirty.
The new man glanced back at the portal anxiously. The sisters followed his gaze, and saw several figures advancing toward the opening, all menacing and deadly, and backed by a dirty and war-torn world. But the portal began to shrink, so their entrance became unlikely.
The portal closed and the man relaxed, only to adjust his hold an the black-clad girl whose arm was slung over his shoulder.
"Chris!" he exclaimed, slowly making his way toward him. The woman stirred and opened her bloodshot eyes. Chris advanced toward them.
"Mel and Jonas?" Piper asked, eyeing the newcomers.
Several things happened next. Chris and Bianca both started toward the future visitors, and attempted to explain things to them without the sisters catching on. Jonas, noting the three sisters, widened his eyes briefly, then, with help from Chris, tore his tearful eyes away from them.
However, the most significant thing that occurred was that the woman, Mel, caught a glance of Phoebe. Her blood-shot eyes stared at her, as if not believing what she saw.
"Mom?"