Author's Note: I will not be putting every episode into my story. In fact, the "Prince Charmed" ones were kind of an experiment. I'm not sure yet if I'll do it again. Sorry everybody, I meant to have this up a week ago but ff.net was having issues. Anyway, here are answers to the questions you posted -
FuryPiper: 1. 'Ages?' Chris and Priscilla are about the same age. You will find out exact ages later but from what I have deduced through the show, Chris is supposed to be about nineteen, maybe twenty. He said he was from about twenty years in the future and since he hasn't been born yet, he probably has to be under twenty.
2. 'Does Paige have children?' Well, in Chris and Risa's future no, she doesn't because she didn't live past the day with the titans. Chris said instead of being turned to stone she died, so no kids but because she was saved, she will have children later. They just aren't in the story yet and Chris and Risa have to memory of them. Yet. 3. 'Does Piper find out?' Yes, she does. Just not for a while. 4. About your request for me to spell 'ya', 'yeah': I'll think about it but probably not. It has more of a slang feel and it's easier. I'm really sorry if it bothers you.
Charmed-angel4: 'How old is Priscilla?' She is around twenty for the same reasons given above (#1).
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Disclaimer: I own nothing….well I do own a few things *riffles through purse and pulls out a piece of gum and two pennies* but none of the Charmed Characters except my own creations being: Priscilla, Brennan, Petra, Pandora, Philip, Phaedra, Edward, Jonathan, Patience, Philomena, Lainie, Sera, Alec, and Shawn. Most of the characters will probably be in the sequel instead of this installment. Please don't steal them. They like it here with me. :)
Chapter Seven
Closing the door behind her, Paige slipped into the elegant mansion and crept upstairs. Her careful footsteps were for nothing when she realized Richard was still awake.
"Hey. Why are you still up?"
"Couldn't sleep. I've been looking over these old books about my family. I just wish there was something I could do to undo everything we did."
"Baby you can't keep blaming yourself for what your family did. Your helping to set things right." Paige walked over and began to massage the tension out of his shoulders.
"Yeah. That's what I have you for right? My atonement." His eyes twinkled playfully.
She swatted him, "Are you saying that I'm torture."
He pulled her around in front of him, "Just seeing you walk by is torture Paige. Sweet, acute, torture."
She grinned coquettishly and kissed him.
"Let's head upstairs."
***
Jason sat at his desk in Hong Kong and rubbed his eyes, fighting down a yawn. Only a few more signatures and he could crash. One other subject occupied his mind and kept away his concentration. Phoebe's friend, Risa Coller. She seemed so familiar and something about her reminded him of Phoebe but she had said they weren't related. And why was it that he go that same feeling that she was hiding something. That feeling he got from Phoebe and the rest of her family.
He shook his head in frustration and tried to finish so he could get to bed.
"She's going to be the death of my sanity."
***
Priscilla awoke the next morning to feel her pillow moving. She slowly opened her eyes only to see white. It took her a moment to realize her head was resting on a firm chest. Her heart skipped a beat in memory of all the mornings she had woken up just like this and tears filled her eyes but she forced them away angrily. How could she miss him after everything he had done? A memory from when she was a small child before her mother died wafted to the surface. She had been playing in the attic and found an old picture of Cole. When she questioned Phoebe about it, she was shocked to learn that her mother could ever love someone like that. Phoebe's simple answer had been, 'If you love someone enough, you can forgive them anything.' Priscilla understood what she had meant now.
As soon as she was sure Chris was still asleep, she carefully turned her head to look at his face. He was so peaceful when he slept. A small smile crept across her features and she brushed a lock of hair off his face. Gently, she untangled herself from his arms and the covers. Her feet tucked into her new slippers, she closed the door to the bathroom and prepared for a nice hot shower.
Chris stirred at the sound of water running. He turned to see Priscilla gone and started to panic until he realized she must be in the shower. 'Duh', he thought as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, 'Guess I'm not the brightest person in the morning'.
The shower turned off and he turned to see Priscilla emerge in a plush bath robe with a towel wrapped around her head.
"Well don't you look squeaky clean." Chris remarked as she walked over to her suitcase.
"Well you don't." She retorted with a smile and pulled out a black top and red skirt.
"Ha, ha." He scoffed, heading for his turn in the shower.
As soon as Priscilla heard the shower turn on she dried off and changed into the clothes she had layed out.
Brushing on some mascara and running a comb through her hair, she finished packing and sat by the window waiting for Chris. The city below bustled with thousands of people, all so unaware of what the future held.
"Hey, you ready?" Chris stood behind her, fully clothed and rubbing his wet hair with a towel.
Priscilla snapped out of her thoughts and turned to grab her suitcase, "Ya, let's go."
Chris grabbed her other hand and in a swirl of orbs they were back home at the manor.
"I'm just gonna go and put my stuff away." Chris watched her walk up the stairs before looking about to see if anyone was home.
After finding the house empty, he trudged up the stairs and knocked on Priscilla's half open door before walking inside.
She was standing and looking down at her bed which was covered with neat piles of clothes organized per type.
He whistled, "Wow. I always knew you were obsessive compulsive but you've just proved it."
Priscilla glared and swatted him on the arm. He gave her a mock hurt expression and pretended to rub his arm in pain. She rolled her eyes and turned her attentions back to the piles.
"I'm trying to figure out where I'm going to put all this stuff. I practically filled up the closet when Mom took me shopping and now I have even more stuff."
"I never did understand why women have to own so many items of clothing. Especially shoes." He fingered a pile and counted out five skirts.
"That would be because unlike men, we aren't willing to wear the same shirt a week in a row."
Chris snorted, "I've never done that."
"Uh huh…right."
It was Chris' turn to glare, "Hey, unlike some people, I didn't have the luxury of going where ever I wanted, when ever I wanted. Some of us had to stay underground."
Priscilla blinked and turned away. She picked up one of the piles and placed it in an open drawer.
Chris mentally kicked himself. 'Why had he said that? Granted it was a different kind, but she had still gone through hell with Wyatt.'
He stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets and watched her, "Risa….Hey, I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. It was way out of line. I didn't mean any of it."
She didn't turn around and continued to hang and shove the clothes wherever she could find a place.
Chris swallowed and looked at the floor, not sure what to do.
Her voice brought his head back up and he had to strain to hear her words.
"I know it was hard for you to be constantly in hiding. Living in fear that he would find you…but do you have any idea what it was like to live with him? To watch someone you love turn into something that you can't recognize anymore and know that he has become everything your family fought against? To be forced to kill innocents just to prove your loyalty to someone who you are secretly fighting against? To have their blood on your hands? To know that if you so much as mention his brother's name, bruises will be your gift in the morning? To share his bed and love him with all of your heart but live in fear every moment because you are his greatest enemy? So no, I didn't have the luxury of going wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. If I took one misstep and someone was there to see it, he wouldn't have hesitated. I'd be gone. You were the lucky one."
She turned around and no tears shone in her eyes but he could see pain etched into her. Pain that he wanted to take away with all of his heart.
"God Risa. Why did you do it? Why did you stay? You could have run. I asked you again and again if you were ok and you always lied and told me not to worry. Why did you let him do this to you?"
She couldn't look him in the eye as she spoke so she turned back to the closet and closed the door. "I loved him and I couldn't stand what he had become. I had to save him somehow and if I couldn't do that, then maybe I could save you."
"Save me?" Chris blanched when she didn't say anything and reached over, grabbing her arm and forcing her to turn back around.
"Risa. Tell me you didn't do it for me…."
She stared at the floor.
"Risa. Tell me."
"I did it for him. But yes, I also did it for you."
Chris turned and punched the wall, "Damn it Risa!"
"What the hell is going on?!" Piper stood in the doorway staring at the two of them in shock and consternation.
Both of them refused to look at each other and neither answered.
"Well? Would someone care to tell me why Chris is beating up my house?"
"I have to go do something." With that, Chris left in a swirl of orbs.
Piper looked to Priscilla for an answer but realized she wasn't going to get one and huffed, heading to Wyatt's room to for his lunch.
Priscilla stood there, staring at the spot Chris had left. Her fists clenched at her sides as she vowed never to let another tear fall for any child of Piper's.