Chapter 5
A/N- I'm back from vacation with a finished chapter. Hope you enjoy.
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A/N- Phoebe don't recognize the things about Piper because the vision limited some of the details. Plus she wasn't focused on that. The limits prevented Phoebe from recognizing the manor and Piper.
Like when I first saw Chris-Crossed, I thought Chris was Paige's son or something. My curiosity got the better of me and I looked on the internet and found out that he was Piper's. Sometimes you don't see things you're not looking for. Hope the explanation helps, if not ask.
Chris jumped to his feet and spun around, to face the newcomer. If the hand hadn't grabbed him, Chris would have probably fallen off the Bridge.
Stunned would be an understatement of how the half witch felt. He just stood there, his green eyes staring in amazement and shock. Of all the things, he had not expected this.
Talk about an eventful day.
The young man standing causally in front of Chris laughed. He was tall and strongly built. The young man looked more like his father than his mother. And was named rightly so.
"Oh…come on… you can't be that surprised. Nothing fazes the great Christopher Perry Halliwell..."
Silent followed.
"Or maybe not. Chris… Chris… you alright man…"
Silence…then…
"What the heck are you doing here, jerk!"
The young man didn't seem bother by Chris's sudden outburst. He looked nonchalantly around and glazed at the cars below himself and Chris before returning his focus to the latter. His posture was relaxed and curious. He did still look battle wary and had sad haunted blue eyes. His clothes seemed normal and clean despite where his true home was.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this on top of the Golden Gate Bridge."
A hard glare was the response.
"I'm just saying, I mean … come on, who argues on the Golden Gate Bridge… oh wait… our family,… Hey do you think whitelighters argue with the elders here or up there or do they even argue…" Chris sighed; he would never figure how someone who lived in a war zone could be so hyper sometimes. Maybe it was that he was currently not there or didn't let it bother him 24/7. Though it was obvious the kid hated the constantly depressing emotions and tragic events of the past and future that weighed everyone down with suspicion, fear, sadness, and anger. But unfortunately that's what happens if you live under a tyrant. Though looking closer at the kid in front of him, Chris saw that the kid was thinner and more aware of his surrounding as if waiting for something to attack.
Chris rolled his eyes seeing as the kid had not stopped talking yet. He sighed heavily and tried to get the boy's attention.
"Sam…" the rant continued.
"Samuel…" still on. Chris's patience was beginning to wearing thin.
"Henry Samuel… now is not the time for one of your rants." Sam looked sheepishly at his cousin.
"Sorry, man." Chris rubbed his face with his hands. Then sighed heavily.
"Now focus on explaining, coz last time I checked I told to stay with Bianca in our time."
"Dude I'm 17 years old only a few months off to being 18, I don't need a girl to look after me plus it freaks me out a bit. I mean she tried to kill you before you guys fell in love. Kay, so the other day I was going through some of my mom's old stuff, looking to see if there were any clues about Wy turning to 'the dark side', and I found that gift. I saw that it was for you and it was covered in dust. I even remember it a little from before your sister and Aunt Piper were… yeah. So I found some spells and decided to somewhat personally give it to you since you never got to open it and you never celebrate your B-day." Chris just looked at him, currently loss for words. Then he gave the teen an odd look and crossed his arms.
"So… you sent the gift to the past with a spell, knowing I hate to celebrate it?"
"Yeah, but I astral projected to the past with a pretty powerful spell, I made it so I didn't have go to the Manor to open a portal to the past and so my powers would work in my astral projection form thing. It's a one-use-only spell and will last the whole day. I doubted Bianca would have helped me get to the Manor for a one day thing. So she doesn't know I'm doing this. She thinks I'm asleep or sick or something. After I got here I used my telepathy to tell little Wyatt when to summon it."
Chris gave up trying to understand his crazy cousin. It hurt to figure out how Sam's mind worked sometimes. Where he got it from, Chris wasn't really sure. I mean sure the kid took after his dad in appearance and of course his mom in powers. Though, Sam was ironically a stronger whitelighter than a witch. His witch side seemed to strengthen his telepathy.
Suddenly a voice sounded in his head.
'Chris'
He bit his lip in thought. It was Piper.
He debated on going to her. Then he thought about Sam, who was looking at the older cousin with interest. Chris couldn't leave the boy alone. The teen found trouble too easily. He run a hand through his hair and grimaced as Phoebe called his name. Taking a risk he made his decision.
"Sam, stay here. The sisters need something. I'll be back soon, so stay, okay. For once stay out of trouble." Sam grinned. Chris, not knowing what it really meant orbed out. To late to know that Sam was following.
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