Happy Together- Chapter eight- Lost-Part one
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer- How many times do I have to say that I don't own it?
Previously:
That person was his teacher… his whitelighter. Oh, crap
"I'm sorry I di-didn't tell you."
"I don't know what you're worried about. I'm not your real charge." Kris had said looking him straight in the eyes. "Plus, I can take care of myself."
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.
"Umm… I'm your son's whitelighter."
"I'm Kris' whitelighter, who had to pose as his teacher, got shot by a darklighter and orbed here."
"I thought the elders took you off his case years ago."
"Kris and I-"
"We really shouldn't be talking about this right now."
"Future consequences."
"Just be careful from now on ok?"
"You know you're my whitelighter in the future too."
If Wyatt didn't turn evil than that wouldn't happen, but something else would have to instead.
And that's when he heard it…
End Previously.
"I knew we were over and almost never were but I'd throw away my life for just one more chance to see your face and hold you in my arms."
"If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you; I'll be waiting
Time after time."
-Time After Time by Quietdrive-
A loud crash echoed throughout the school. Harrison increased his running speed, only brief thoughts passing throughout his mind. He entered the east wing hallway and was met with a demon and his charge. Kris was standing his ground, ducking and dodging each fireball. The demon looked pissed. A scream was heard, and that is when Harrison noticed the woman that had just left her office. Kris' gaze turned to her and bang he was thrown into the wall opposite him. Oh Christ. Harrison ran over to the barely conscious teen, placing his hands over the rapidly spreading wound. He couldn't lose him again.
"A whitelighter! This child has a whitelighter!" The demon's voice was thick with a British accent and Harrison glanced up. That is when he recognized him… this was not just a demon. This was the demon that was trying to re organize the underworld. His breath caught in his throat. Kris had told him about this demon in the past. He had nearly killed his sister. He stood up in front of Kris protectively.
"Nice to see you Dead- Eye." Harrison growled out feeling a need to protect this boy from this demon.
Dead- Eye snarled. "Get out of my way whitelighter, or I'll have to kill you."
"Well, than I guess you'll have to kill me." He hissed out angrily. Briefly, he remembered that whitelighters could not die… they could only be killed by a darklighter's poison. He shuddered at the thought of that happening again.
"Don't make me." Dead- Eye whispered out. He did not have the power to kill a whitelighter, not to mention that he did not want to. He just wanted the boy!
Harrison gave him a blank look; he thanked the Goddess that he perfected that. "Do it!" He yelled out waiting for it happen. Suddenly, the bell rang signaling that classes were over. Dead- Eye scowled at Harrison before flaming out. He let out a shaky breath and kneeled down to Kris' side, finishing up the healing job that he had left half done.
Kris sat up wearily feeling as if he was about to throw up. He looked up nervous and embarrassed at his favorite teacher/ whitelighter. He had confusing feelings for the man. He hated him at times; he thought he was as arrogant as Joshua was. Than he would contradict himself, Harrison was caring, cool, funny, and nice and sweet. Kris did not know how to explain it. Of course, he had told Wyatt about it. His father was his best friend. Piper was constantly surprised at how close her son and grandson were, for her own children had never been that close to her. Back on track, Kris really, really did feel like he was about to throw up. He moaned and threw his head down onto his hands. One thing he did not like about demon vanquishes, he always felt really woozy afterward. He didn't even realize he was being lead out of the hallway and into the guidance consoler's office until he was pushed into a chair. Taylor Henderson closed the door gently behind her, leaving Harrison Douer and Kristopher Halliwell in her office by themselves, while she went into the office to call Kris' father.
"Are you ok?" Harrison asked quietly putting his hands on Kris' shoulders. Kris looked up and swallowed before nodding silently. A thought-crossed Harrison's mind, of course he was feeling sick, he always used to after a demon attack. Harrison gently began rubbing circles in the seventeen year olds back. Kris felt himself lean back against his teacher, and he closed his eyes trying to stop his churning stomach. Little did they know that the position they were in was a very strange one. If someone walked into the room, Harrison would have his job taken away from him in the blink of an eye. Kris was beginning to feel sleepy, so he laid his head upon Harrison's shoulder. When he opened his eyes the two of them were so close. Close enough to kiss, they were about to too, that is until the door flew open. Kris sprung up from his position on Harrison's side and Harrison removed his hands. There in the doorway was Wyatt. He smiled at Kris when he noticed who's company he was in.
Kris flung up from his seat and threw his arms around his father. Wyatt hadn't seen any of his children in a while, he had always been away at work. He hugged his son to him, stroking his chocolate brown hair with his free hand. Kris pulled away from his thirty two year old father beaming. "Are you ok, Kiddo?" Wyatt asked concerned.
"Yes, Har- Mr. Douer healed me." He corrected himself. It was difficult to call him Harrison outside of school and then when in school he had to call him Mr. Douer.
"Did he now?" Wyatt asked still not quite trusting the twenty four year old man. Especially since Kris told him about his growing feelings for the man. It did not help that his parents and everyone else in his family seemed to know something about his son and his whitelighter that he did not.
"Where's Morgi?" Kris asked hearing the accusing tone in his father's voice.
"Still, at school, you can come home early if you want." Wyatt said knowing his son's answer. Kris was aching to spend some time alone with his father.
"Really? Yeah!" Kris shouted for joy. He smiled at Harrison seeing him smile back. His heart fluttered gently. "Bye Harrison!" He gave the man a hug before running off after his father. He stopped halfway down the hall, did he really just hug his whitelighter. He felt himself blush as Wyatt laughed at him. His father threw his arm around his shoulders.
"Lets go, Kid."
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"I don't know what you mean." Kris whispered out grabbing Harrison's hand gently. He was scared.
"It means that you'll probably have to die in order for this to work." Kris laid his head on Harrison's chest and felt tears begin to prickle the ends of his eyes.
"Why?"
"To keep the balance in order. On a happier note, I think I know who's going to try to turn Wyatt." Harrison said trying to cheer up the person who he just recently began to fall in love with.
"Who?"
"There's a rumor going on up there," He pointed up at the roof. "About Gideon working with a demon."
"You're kidding right? An elder? Turn dad? How would that work?"
"I don't know. It's just a thought."
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He sprung up in a cold sweat. Not again. He glared at the wall opposite him. He was beginning to get really annoyed of these dreams. He concluded that he needs to talk to someone about them. The person bounced back in forth between, Phoebe and Harrison. Phoebe or Harrison. He concluded Phoebe… she was his aunt. Great aunt really, but still his aunt.
"Dad!" He yelled stepping out of his bedroom. It was cold out in the hallway; he put his arms around his middle. Something did not feel right. "DAD! MORGAN! GRAMMY! GRANPPY!" He received no answer, now he was beginning to feel nervous. He ran throughout the house yelling for his family. No one answered. He checked every room, all of them were empty. "HARRISON!" He yelled freaking out. The tell tale blue lights formed at his side. Harrison had come as soon as he could, funny thing was that now his hair was a mess, and he was not wearing a shirt. Kris was too preoccupied to care.
"What's wrong Kris?" Harrison muffled out after a yawn.
"Everyone's gone. It doesn't feel right." He said close to tears.
"What?" Harrison knew of Kris' fear of being alone, it was the same in either world. He pulled the shaking teen into a gentle hug. "It's ok. You can stay at my place if you want." Kris nodded against his bare chest. "Go get the book, just in case anyone or anything tries to take it." Kris nodded and orbed up to the attic, orbing back down in a few seconds. "Let's go." Harrison grabbed Kris' hand and together they orbed to Harrison's apartment.
The apartment wasn't a bad one. It had great furniture, a great view of the San Francisco bay. It was really comfortable. "I only have one bed, and the couch isn't that comfortable, so we're both going to have to share." Kris was nervous, excited and tired. Therefore, he just nodded as Harrison took the book from him and placed it on the bedside table. Kris climbed into bed feeling Harrison get in next to him. He swallowed and closed his eyes attempting to sleep.
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Kris sat up in the morning trying to figure out where he was. And then everything that had happened the night before came out flooding his mind. He glanced around nervously for Harrison, and he saw him through the door. He had regular clothes on, a nice pair of light blue jeans and a light green shirt on. He was standing in the kitchen… cooking. "Hey Kris!" He yelled some how knowing he was awake. Kris blushed madly; do not say he had just been caught checking out his teacher. "You want some breakfast?"
Kris swallowed. "Yeah, thanks."
"No problem. Just get dressed, the bathrooms down the hall and to the right."
"Ok, thanks."
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A: N- I'm going to end it here. I don't know what else to put. How did you like it? And yeah, there was a lot of Harrison in this chapter, but oh well. He's going to be in it a lot.