1Foggy San Francisco appeared in front of Chris as he landed on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. Last night was still keeping his energy low and he just wanted to sleep. What day was today? Thursday? Yeah, it was, Chris thought. That meant that Wyatt would be at the old Halliwell house to check on Piper and Leo. That fact was annoying Chris so bad; why did Wyatt think they needed him? Piper was a smart woman and witch with years and years of experience and Wyatt thought they would need him to solve their demon problems-and they even had no demon problems. So it went down to Wyatt sneaking around the house, aggrandizing himself.
Chris rolled his eyes. But if Wyatt was not in their apartment (too bad Chris didn't have a job, so he had to share a flat with his brother), he could go there, change clothes and eat something, he figured and beamed in the next second. He was already taking a shower in his mind, when he arrived there. But he didn't expect the unwelcome guest that sat on the couch.
Ti his surprise it turned out to be the young waitress from the café.
"How did you get in here?", he asked loud through the silence. Going by her reaction, which was a quick turn with an appalled look, she hadn't noticed him beaming in.
"I...I...", she stuttered and looked at the knees, "I snapped the bolt" She was obviously ashamed but yet not willing to apologize.
"And why did you think you could just burglarize into a strangers apartment?", he was angry.
"Because you walked away from me, sir."
"For a good reason, I don't wanna help you with anything. Whatever it is, I don't even wanna know."
That's very rude...", she said in a quiet tone.
"Where do you know us from anyway?", Chris wondered slowly calming down.
"Magic school...your cousin is a teacher of mine...you know, we all know to which family she belongs and it is an open secret where Wyatt lives" Again this admiring tone that Chris couldn't stand.
"What is he for you, some kind of a popstar?", his voice couldn't decide whether to sound furious or weirdly amused.
"No, sir, not for me, I think he's actually rather boring.", Chris thought she was lying.
He pictured her as a little mouse, the way she sat there in front of him. She hadn't looked him in the eyes at all.
"So that's why you came to me?", slowly he walked beside the couch and kneeled in front of it, focusing her.
"Yes, sir."
"Now, don't call me sir. I might be four years older than you. If you call me 'sir' ever again I won't help you"
"Sorry. So you will help me, if I don't?", it sounded like hope in her voice.
"No.", Chris said, but it didn't really sounded sincere -even to him.
"Please, Mr Halliwell, I need your help."
"Nah...I got better things to do."
It wasn't until she finally looked up to him, he said 'okay'. She just looked at him so soliciting that he couldn't possibly say no. And she was beautiful.
"Damn, girl. What is your problem now?", he sat down beside her.
"I'm in trouble, Mr Halliwell..."
"Chris", he interrupted her.
"I'm in trouble, Chris.", now she sounded flattered saying his name(she really seemed to think the Halliwells were superstars), "by the way, my name is Milly, from Mildred you know, but you can call me Milly, if you want to."
"How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen, sir... er, Chris, I meant Chris.", she was kind of nervously playing with the ring she wore on her right hand.
"Milly, in case you want me to help you, I think we should determine some rules. Starting with number one: I am Chris, not Mr, not Mrs, not sir, right?" She nodded fast.
"Second: Never say 'Wyatt' like you are 'bout to have an orgasm.
Third: Don't bug me, I don't need to do this and you should be aware of that.
Fourth: Don't sneak in here another time. We are not meeting here ever again.
Fifth: Don't go and tell your little friends about this. Are we clear on that."
To his very surprise she looked him straight in the eyes on that one and said: "Yes, Chris, we are."
Something in her looks made him say immediately: "Oh, and most important: Don't fall for me."
All of the sudden she started to laugh, maybe he had been a little rushed with this rule. He felt stupid with this sixteen year old girl laughing about him and she just wouldn't stop.
"It's okay, now.", he said starting to laugh himself.
When they finally got hold of themselves, he admitted, that he had been a little bigheaded and she quoted it with a short 'hmm', trying not to ridicule him another time. They sat on the couch for short time and Milly fell back into her timid state and focused on the carpet underneath her feet again. When she supposed: "I better leave now", she was the spitten image of some Cinderella-character Chris had seen in a book when he was a child.
"You still haven't told me what your problem is..."
"Well, I'm just glad you want to help me, let's do the details some other time. How about tomorrow?"
"Sounds good, I pick you up."
"Where?", she asked walking towards the door.
"Oh, I'll find you."
"By the way...the bolt needs to be replaced", Milly smiled with a little expression of guilt in her face.
"Get lost!", Chris smiled back.
Milly left. And Chris left his head on the backrest of the couch and noticed that his headache was gone.
He didn't feel good about dealing with this girls issues but at least he had something to do and she was cute. But this would be the last magical job, he swore to himself and it was his thing. He wouldn't tell Tara or Wyatt, and he would do better than them, better than him.