Happy Together- Chapter seven- Mr. Douer pt 2

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A: N- Yay! Another chapter!

Previously:

"You happy guys? I bet you're laughing your asses off right about now!"

"We have a new English teacher."

"You guys have a new English teacher. Mr. Douer is close to your age, so you all should get along very well."

"Your teacher sounds interesting to say the truth."

"No, Morgan, no."

"Morgan- she was bleeding- there was so much blood- and I couldn't heal her- I called out for you- but you- You- ne-never came."

"Mr. Douer!"

End Previously

Kris stared hopelessly at his blonde haired teacher. The two had grown considerably close over the past months… well as close as teacher and student could get. And now, there laid Mr. Harrison Douer, on his attic floor with a pool of blood surrounding his body. Kris looked hopelessly up at his father who had rushed over to the fallen mans side and helped him move over to the couch. That is when Kris caught site of it. An arrow was sticking out of Harrison's right side. No, this wasn't any kind of arrow; no, it was a Dark Lighter's arrow. That's when it clicked. The person from his dreams… the person who always seemed to come instead of Wyatt. That person was his teacher… his whitelighter. Oh, crap.

"You stay here Kris; I'll go get your grandmother. And don't touch that arrow, got it?" Wyatt said sternly to his shocked son, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be ok… I promise." Wyatt whispered having known how close his son and his son's teacher were.

"Mhmm." Kris nodded walking slowly over to his teacher. He kneeled down next to the man and placed his hand on his arm. Harrison turned his head to look at him slowly.

"I'm sorry I di-didn't tell you." His words came out strangled and his voice shook more and more with every breath.

"Shh." Kris whispered stroking Harrison's hair lightly, refusing to look him in the eyes, for he himself was crying. "There's nothing to be sorry about." Harrison felt his eyes slide closed as the memories re-surfaced.

"I don't know what you're worried about. I'm not your real charge." Kris had said looking his straight in the eyes. "Plus, I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, Kris. That's not the point." Harrison responded quietly. He turned Kris' face to look him in the eye once more. "I just want you to be safe."

Kris bit his lip and looked at the arrow that penetrated his teacher's shoulder. He desperately tried to blink away the tears. He narrowed his eyes at the arrow and watched as it sunk farther and farther into the hole, it had already made. Finally it fell down behind of the injured man. He gasped… it worked! Inside he was having a ball… until he realized that he now had to move his teacher and the arrow, without touching either of them… damn. "Come on' Kris." Whispered Wyatt gently, pulling his son onto his feet. A bed whipped Piper Halliwell smiled gently at her son and grandson, as she moved the arrow out from under the injured whitelighter. Wyatt silently walked over holding his hands out over the man. Slowly but surly he began to heal.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Harrison said slightly embarrassed for having to show up here of all places.

"Nothing to be sorry about." Piper said smiling at the whitelighter motherly. Wyatt looked over at his tired son.

"Kris, why don't you go to bed?" He said wanting to talk to the man alone.

"But dad-"

"No. Go to bed now." Kris scowled at his father but did as he was told. He left the room, angry. Once Wyatt thought, he was out of earshot he started, with the suspicious questioning. "Who are you?"

"Harrison Douer. I'm Kris-" He started.

"Other than that." Piper said suspicious herself.

Harrison swallowed. "Umm… I'm your son's whitelighter."

Leo could tell something was going on. Therefore, he climbed out of bed, slipped on his slippers and left the bedroom he and his wife shared. He was met with his grandson sitting on the steps. "What are you doing?" He asked.

Kris jumped at the sudden voice. "Hey Granpy. I'm spying."

"Oh." Said Leo. "I'm guessing you aren't supposed to be, right?"

Kris nodded, "Please don't tell." Leo smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Don't worry, Bud, I won't."

"My son's what?!" Wyatt said outraged. He threw himself away from the table before leaning over it to glare at the man in front of him.

"Harrison!" His father's voice said from behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Leo!" Harrison said fearfully looking at Wyatt who was glaring menacingly at him. "I thought we stopped him from turning evil?"

"What?" Wyatt asked surprised, he sat himself back down in his seat.

"Oh." Said Harrison nervously, "You didn't tell him."

"No, we told him." Piper concluded.

"What are you doing here?" Leo asked his previous question.

"I'm Kris' whitelighter, who had to pose as his teacher, got shot by a darklighter and orbed here." Harrison answered grateful to finally see someone who seemed to trust him.

"Oh, ok." Leo said sitting himself next to him wife. "I thought the elders took you off his case years ago."

"So did I." Harrison looked down. "But I guess Destiny got the better half of them."

"What do you mean; Destiny got the better half of them?" Wyatt asked once his nerves had calmed down.

"Kris and I-"

"We really shouldn't be talking about this right now." Piper interrupted the two men.

"What why?" Wyatt asked feeling his concern for his son grow more with every word.

Piper shared a sly look with her husband before she said quite loudly. "Future consequences."

"I don't get it." Kris said early the next day when his father told him the whole story. He was even more confused the second time he heard the story. "Why do I need a whitelighter?"

"I don't know Kris, really I don't know." Wyatt stood up from the table and looked his son straight in the eye. "Just be careful from now on ok?" Kris nodded as Wyatt kissed his forehead and left the house for work.

He closed his eyes and tried to forget the dream he had the last night. Nothing in that dream made any sense.

"Would you stop worrying about the consequences and do something in you life to make you happy for once!" Harrison had yelled at Kris. Kris had taken a step backwards and gave the man a weird look.

"How'd you die?" He asked unexpectedly.

Harrison did a double take. "What?"

"How'd you die?" Kris repeated once more.

"I was a teacher for an elementary school when some person came into the school. He had a bomb with him. He left it in the room. I help all of the students get out of the school, just as the fire started. Than I ran back in the room realizing that, there was a little girl from my class still in the school. I saved her, but I lost my own life in the process." He said slightly surprised with himself for even saying that. He had never talked about his death so freely before.

"I'm sorry." Kris placed his hand on Harrison's and looked at him. "I really am."

"I know." Harrison whispered. "That little girl wrote a book about it a few years later. It became a best seller. It was called 'My Hero'."

"You know you're my whitelighter in the future too." Kris had said later on in that day. Harrison gave him a weird look. "You were. I don't know why, though."

"Probably to guide you here. That is what whitelighters do."

"I know. But, it's not like I needed any help getting here."

"Liar." And that was when they had kissed. Or at least that's what he thought it was. He might have been wrong. Little did he know that Harrison had had the same dream.

"Ok Class, now open up to page 89 in your Literature books, you'll be writing down the vocabulary words in your notebook, and there will be a quiz on them on Thursday next week." The class groaned and Harrison smiled gently at them. "Don't worry guys, as long as you study you'll do well."

Reece's hand shot straight up into the air. Harrison looked up at her in surprise. "Yeah Reece?"

"Where's Kris?" Harrison gazed around the classroom in confusement. Kris was here when he had done role call, and then he had signed a pass for him to go to the bathroom. He looked up at the clock, 1:35… he had signed the pass at approximately 1:25. Therefore, he had been gone for ten minuets. His eyes widened as he thought of something the other Kris had said. If Wyatt didn't turn evil than that wouldn't happen, but something else would have to instead. Oh God. "What day is it?"

"Monday, the 26 of May." Said Maria Thompson looking at her teacher weirdly.

"Oh no." Harrison whispered feeling his heart leap into his throat. Not here, not now. He walked calmly over to the door that connected his room to Mrs. Fratt's, the History teacher. "Hey, Mrs. F… could you watch the class for a moment, I think I have a ditcher." Of course, he didn't believe that, but on her nod, he thanked her and left the room. A dozen thoughts ran through his head. And that's when he heard it…

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