A Charmed Story - Part Eight:
Chris To The Max
Chapter 8

Angela was sitting in the middle of the cage, shivering. She didn't know if that was because of the fear, or the cold, because it was not a warm place at all. It was darker than the other place where she had been before, still her eyes soon got used to the space around her. It didn't take her a long time to see the chains that hung from the walls, in the ceiling or even in the floor. It was the most terrific place she had ever been in...
Or not? She felt a chill at the memories of that other plane where she had been imprisoned for so long... She felt like crying. The last months had been the best in her life, without knowing all that, even if it was weird, to have missed 20 years... without growing older. Life had changed so much in those years, with computer's CD's, electronic money... but still the life she had was a good one... But that was all a lie. Or not? She wasn't sure of anything, anymore. But one thing she knew for sure... She hated those new memories. She needed them not to be true.
Suddenly she heard footsteps, and she started to tremble spasmodically. She raised her eyes to face her kidnapper...
"Hello, my dear. Are you feeling comfortable in this room? Or do you want to make a claim?"
Angela kept staring at Cristóbal, shivering, but with a determined expression on her face. "He won't do it. He won't come just to save me."
Cris laughed a little bit, and sat by the cage, starting to caress the bars slowly, almost lovingly: "He will, my love. He did it once, and he'll do it again. As I said... He loves playing the hero. And he trusts his family sooo much. So yes..." He grinned: "He'll come. But don't show that face, you will enjoy the show... I promise."
The girl lowered her eyes, holding her tears back: "Where... where am I?"
Cris sighed, leaning a bit on his back and putting all his weight on his arms. "In paradise, girl." And he started to laugh evilly.

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Chris was in the magic school, in Gideon's office. He was staring at the mirror, covered by the curtain. After some minutes of indecision, he stepped forward and pulled the curtain aside.
"Hey..." both Chrises said at the same time, with their arms still in movement. "I thought you would never open this stuff." Both men laughed slightly.
"Is your mini-self here too?" evil Chris asked on the other side of the glass.
Ours smiled and nodded: "Does yours have your hairstyle?"
Evil Chris laughed heartily: "And yours?"
Chris smiled and nodded. "Yeah... guess that answers both of us."
"Yeah... So..." Evil Chris looked aside, as Chris did. "So you're gonna risk his life."
Our Chris didn't answer, because the other one knew already the response. Both men looked in each others' eyes.
Finally evil Chris smiled, embarrassed: "Weird, isn't it? I mean... The stuff of Cristóbal... The Spanish guy."
Our Chris nodded: "Yours is good... I guess."
"It depends on what you call good... He's gonna kill me," evil Chris said without taking his eyes from his good twin on the other side.
"What is he like?" Chris asked, ignoring the comment.
Evil Chris chuckled again: "Pretty much like... like you. Only he loves my hairstyle."
Our Chris smiled: "Yeah... My Cris is just like you, but with a better taste."
Then both men turned serious again. Evil Chris lowered his eyes: "Look, man... this is gonna be difficult. It's like being killed by you. Or like killing you... somehow."
Our Chris nodded. "I know... Ok... I guess I should say good luck..." he said.
He started to pull the curtain over the mirror again, but suddenly stopped, when evil Chris said: "Hey, we didn't come here to say good luck."
Our Chris lowered his eyes. "I know... But I didn't want to say the other thing."
"Goodbye brother," evil Chris said, without thinking much.
Ours stared in his eyes, holding back some tears. He sighed. "Goodbye," he muttered. Then they both closed the curtains, and our Chris leaned against the wall by its side, sadly.
He had been thinking hard about Wyatt's words when he saw him talking with his evil self. And after all that time... after seeing the image of an evil Wyatt again, he had decided that his brother was right... The mirror world was not a thing to play with. He knew now, with all this Cristóbal-thing. He couldn't stop thinking about it... In the mirror world, Cristóbal was good... But he was gonna kill Chris... The other Chris. That was too weird.
'Pretty much like...like you'. These words hit his mind once and again. He wasn't like that Chris. He was more like Cristóbal... Or wasn't he?? Was he more similar to his evil self?
He shook his head. Wyatt was right. It was dangerous. Because the real reason why he was there was that he wanted to stop his evil self from doing what he was gonna do. He didn't want him to kill Cris... The good Cris. And evil Chris didn't want him to kill evil Cristóbal, for sure... For the first time, he had seen his mirror self like his enemy. They had been in tension. And at that very moment he... they...had realised that Wyatt was right. And they had said 'GOODBYE'.
Chris dried his tears, and orbed back to the manor. That day, whatever happened, someone who was exactly like him, who was him, actually, was gonna die, in two different worlds.

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Nicki had left Steve alone for a while, as she prepared some tea. She couldn't believe what he had asked her to do. She couldn't... she just couldn't erase his memories... But he was in so much pain... And what about her? She would remember everything he had told her, but he would have forgotten... She would not be able to stand that...
Steve, meanwhile, was looking through the window, silent, concentrated on the height of his apartment. It was really high... The cars were so small... After a while, he took a little pencil and dropped it. It took ages until it reached the ground, and he didn't even see that. This made him shiver, and close his eyes, feeling dizzy.
It would be only some seconds... eternal seconds... He shook his head. What about Nicki?? She loved him so much. And he loved her... But that. THAT was the reason.
Nicki came back with the tea making him turn, startled.
"What were you doing?" she asked smiling, but seeing he was nervous.
"I... I was just looking through the window," he said, taking a seat by the table.
She nodded: "This is a beautiful sight... Look at the bridge in the back. I love this sight..."
Steve nodded and sipped the tea, feeling Nicki's eyes fixed on him. But he said nothing. He just drank, still looking through the window.

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Sometimes in the future:
Matthew stared out of the window in the attic. He was scared, really scared. Three days ago he had agreed, when his father had asked him for help. He had been scared, but... he had never expected something like that. When his father had cast that spell, when the lights came... He was a telepath, he was able to read everyone's mind... or better, he had not been able to stop doing that. He was so scared when he heard all these thoughts in his head, and he knew why his father had told him that he was sorry for him.
But then, the last three days - which actually had been only a few hours, but his mother had slowed down the time around him, so that he had enough time... the last three days, they had taught him how to handle that, how to block out all these thoughts. Now he was able to control it... more or less. But still he was scared. He was the one to rescue the future, he was the one to save everything... BUT HELL, HE WAS ONLY THIRTEEN!!!
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok, son?"
Matthew turned around to face his father. "No," he admitted.
The Elder-witch nodded and hugged his son tightly and he felt him shiver. Chris loved him so much, and he felt guilty for doing that to him. But he also knew about the other future, he needed to bring back. The future, where the Elders didn't fear them, where his son's best friend was the son of Steve... Still he hated himself for doing that to his baby. That wasn't right and he knew it... Not only because his wife hadn't talked to him since he had cast that spell...
He sighed: "I'm so sorry, son." He kissed his hair lovingly.
"I know dad," Matthew muttered into his shirt. Then he looked up: "Will I still have these powers, when this is done?"
Chris sighed again: "I'm afraid... yes..."
"But how...?" Matthew didn't understand all that... it was all a little too much for three days.
"Look... when we do that, we will be out of time that moment... so when the changings happens, we will be not really here in that time to be affected by this..." Matthew nodded sadly.
"Hey..." Chris said, caressing his son's cheek softly, "I know this is hard, but don't worry too much about all that, ok?... I promise you, everything will be alright... And I'm always there for you. "
"I know, dad," Matthew whispered.
But still it was loud enough so that Bianca could hear it. She stood in the doorway to the attic, not noticed by her two 'boys'. She hated Chris for what he had done. Matthew wasn't supposed to have these powers so soon in his life. He was supposed to gain them back little by little... like Hope did it. But she knew there was no other way. It was too risky to send someone really back in time, because, according to Chris, there were still little changes. If Hope would orb now, she could end up everywhere, maybe even in another plane...
Bianca could only imagine how Chris felt at that moment, with all the changings he was noticing, with all the guilt he felt, and she knew that he did. She loved him so much... She couldn't be mad at him any longer.
Slowly she walked over to them, still unnoticed. Then she grasped Chris by his shoulder and turned him around. He looked at her surprised.
"I'm sorry," she said and kissed him.
"I love you," Chris answered relieved.
Then she hugged her son. "Don't worry, baby..."
"MOM!" Matthew complained. He hated it when she called him like that... even if it felt good that moment.
"... you will not be the only one that has to live with that. Your dad will remember that, too... same as me..."
"And me," Hope said, while orbing in.
"No..." Chris wanted to complain.
"We do that all together," Hope said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"... or non of us," Bianca added, copying her daughter's gesture, "we all have the spirit of time in us, we can help stabilise this..."
Chris sighed: "Alright..." Then he turned to Matthew: "Ready?"
He nodded.

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Back in our time:
When Chris came back to the attic, Wyatt looked at him serious and nodded. Chris smiled. He knew his brother knew what he had done. And when he saw a smile on Wyatt's face, too, he was kind of relieved.
The others in the room had noticed the silent conversation between the two brothers.
Christopher had observed them kind of jealous. Because even if he was the 'real' little brother, the connection between Chris and Wyatt was much stronger. But then, when he thought about what Chris had gone through in his life... 'You're always keeping an eye on little Wyatt, maxi-me,' he thought grinning.
"Ok, you two," Cole said pointing at Wyatt and Chris, "I know you have that special connection, but talking like that in front of others is quiet annoying."
Chris turned to him: "We didn't talk, non of us is a telepath."
'Well, not you...' Chris suddenly heard his brother in his mind. He turned around startled just to see a huge smile on Wyatt's face.
'Sorry, for not telling you sooner,' he heard him again, 'but seeing the expression on your face, now... that's priceless!'
Chris grimaced at him, then he smiled, too.
"Ok, ok, could you please just focus?" Bianca asked, looking at Michael from the corner of her eye. The man was surrounded by Tom and Veronica, but he seemed kind of absent.
Christopher nodded: "Is the spell ready?"
Wyatt sighed: "Yes..." Still he wasn't sure about all that, but time was flying. He took the sheet of paper and went over to his brothers.
He had just made a few steps when suddenly he felt like his brain wanted to explode. "Arrrrrr..." he yelled, holding his head.
"What's wrong?" Chris and Christopher asked approaching him. But before they could reach their brother, they were thrown back by a kind of energy field that was suddenly surrounding him. At the same second Wyatt collapsed to the floor.
"What is that?" Piper asked. "That's not his own forcefield, is it?" Christopher shook his head while Chris approached the field again.
"Be careful," Bianca and Piper said at the same time.
Chris nodded. Raising his hand, he moved slowly closer to the field. When his skin made contact with the energy, he was flashed by a picture... a picture of Wyatt, and a boy, and him... him, but about 20 years older. He flinched, muttering: "Oh my God."
"What happened?" Leo asked.
"That's a window..." Chris said, breathing heavily after that shock.
"A window??? What Window???" Christopher asked confused.
Chris looked at him, still kind of shocked: "A window to the future."

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When the headache was gone, Wyatt opened his eyes. He had expect to see the worried looks of his family, but they were not there. Everything he could see was darkness except a little spot where he was kneeling. And in front of him stood...
"Matthew!" he exclaimed and hugged his nephew. "What are you... what is that here?"
"I'm a bridge," the boy explained, "dad needs to talk to you."
Wyatt looked at Matthew confused: "Chris? But I..."
"Hey little brother!"
Wyatt turned around to face the older version of Chris... HIS Chris actually. "Ok, what happened?" he asked the Elder-witch, because he knew something must be very wrong, when his older brother did that to his son. He knew the only way this all was possible, was that Chris had undone the power-binding-spell...
"A lot," Chris said, "and this is the only way to tell you how to stop that."

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After five minutes, the window (like Chris had called it) disappeared. Nearly the same second Wyatt rose to the half, looking around and trying to clear his mind. He felt still a little dizzy, when his family - and even Michael - came close to him to see if he was alright.
Wyatt closed his eyes for a moment. All the things Chris - his Chris had told him... He couldn't believe that he had asked him to make sure that a demon could escape... But on the other hand, he didn't want the Elders to fear them, too.
And then Steve... he had to rescue him... Chris was meant to talk to him, to help him... but he didn't, they hadn't found the time, because of Christopher... If Tom hadn't been so surprised by all that, he had told Chris about Steve, but this way, he didn't... Steve... 'Shit,' he thought and jumped up.
"Hey, you really should relax," Piper tried to push him back down. She was really worried, same as the others... Her son had been unconscious for a couple of minutes. He shouldn't just jump up like that.
But Wyatt freed himself from her grip. "No time for explanations," he said. Then he orbed with his brother away, leaving the others confused behind.
"And now?" Paige asked.
Cole sighed, then a smile appeared on his face: "Well, I think I got an idea."

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They materialised right in front of Steve's and Nicki's apartment. As soon as they did, Wyatt rang the bell and knocked on the door at the same time.
"Can you tell me what's going on here?" Chris asked confused.
"Later," Wyatt just said and knocked even louder, still ringing the bell with the other hand.
"What did I tell you?" Chris asked again.
Wyatt turned his head, still knocking and ringing: "What?"
"I saw me... me, just older... they were calling you from the future, right?" Wyatt nodded, still hammering against the door.
"And I also saw a boy... Who was that?" Chris asked.
Wyatt froze. He closed his eyes, angry about the fact that Chris saw him... What would now be spoiled when he would find out that this boy was his son.
But before he could answer something, the door was finally opened.
Nicki looked at them and tried to smile. But it didn't worked that well. Everyone could see that she had cried a lot.
"Where is Steve?" Wyatt asked without saying 'hello'.
Nicki looked at him confused: "What?"
"Chris has to talk to Steve... because he did that before... he has to talk to him, before he does something stupid... So where is he???"
Nicki frowned: "In the bed room, he said he wanted to be alone for a while."
"Shit," Wyatt exclaimed. Then he orbed away.
Chris and Nicki stared at the spot were Wyatt stood a few seconds before... Then the truth hit her. She ran to the bedroom and threw the door open, with Chris on her tail. But the room was empty. No sign of Steve or Wyatt... But... the window... it was open!
"Oh my God," Nicki cried, breaking down into Chris arms, "that can't be... tell me that he didn't..."
Chris stared at the open window shocked. He didn't know what to do or to say.
The same second bluish orbing lights filled the room. And then they saw how Wyatt threw Steve onto his bed. "CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT THAT SHOULD BE?" Wyatt yelled at him breathing heavily. "ARE YOU COMPLETELY NUTS?"
Steve looked around confused. 'I should be dead, why am I still alive?' he thought... 'Wyatt... he had picked me up while I was falling... Damned, why couldn't he let me die...?'
Then he saw Nicki, and the look in her eyes broke his heart... he hadn't meant to hurt her like that.
"HEY MAN, I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Wyatt yelled again.
"Wyatt..." Chris said with a calm voice, "it's ok..."
The twice blessed looked at Chris kind of furious. But his brother knew that look only meant fear...
"Could you take Nicki to the living room?" he asked. Wyatt nodded, took the hand of the girl and left with her the room.
Chris sighed. Then he went over to Steve and sat down next to him. He was really shocked to see his friend like that. Steve had always been a kind of 'sunny boy'. He was always in a good mood, and he was such a good witch... But not now, now he was just a small shadow of himself. And it made Chris feel guilty because he hadn't seen this coming. He should have noticed that his friend needed help, after all that had happened.
"I'm sorry," Chris said.
Steve looked down to his hands, which he had folded on his lap: "For what?"
"I should have been there for you," Chris said, "we are friends right... I should have been there for you to help you..." Steve said nothing.
"I know how you are feeling right now..." the Elder-witch said then.
Steve grinned weakly: "Yeah... sure... in your dreams..."
"No," Chris said, "I felt exactly like you... every time my freaky big brother of my timeline did anything to torture me... which was quiet often after I had finally left him.
Steve sighed: "Maybe... But I'm not you..."
"I know," Chris said, "but what would you gain if you do something like that... if you would kill yourself?"
Steve sighed again: "It would be over... it would be over forever..."
Chris put an arm around the young man: "Maybe... but what about Nicki... Have you seen her? How scared she was? She loves you... have you ever thought what you're doing to her with that?"
"She would be free when I'm gone..."
"I don't think that she wants that..." Chris said. "Steve, she loves you..."
The young man sighed again: "I know..."
Chris closed his eyes, thinking about what to do. He had no time for that, but he knew that Steve needed someone to talk... someone who could understand him.
"Look... I know this is difficult, and I wish I could stay with you right now, just to talk... But..."
"You need to save the world..." Steve said sarcastically.
Chris grinned: "No, only Angela, the mother of the girlfriend of my freaky brother..." Then he sighed: "Please promise me to not try this again... I swear I'll come back as soon as possible, to talk to you... ok?"
Steve looked at him, for the first time he looked at him. Chris could read the pain in his eyes. "How could you do that... I nearly killed you and the family."
Chris hugged him: "No... you didn't... if you did, I wouldn't be here..."
Steve sobbed into Chris's shoulder and the Elder-witch had to fight hard not to cry on his own. But he knew that would be wrong now. "I swear we will find a way..."
Steve nodded. He felt not really better, but knowing that Chris cared about him, helped him in a way...
Then Chris called for Nicki. Seconds later the woman entered the room, followed by Wyatt. Both stopped at the door, unsure what to do.
Chris looked at them and sighed: "Nicki, have an eye on him... always..." She nodded, still shocked. Then he looked at Steve again: "I'll be back as soon as I can..."

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When the two brothers reappeared in the attic, they could see how the tension had grown there. Julian had left, and Tom and Veronica were sitting on the floor by Michael, who was pensive and completely absent. Cole was sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed, wrapping Phoebe in his strong arms, and Piper and Leo stood by the book, talking with Christopher, who was showing his back to the others.
"Hey, brothers! It's done. Christopher Halliwell does not have powers anymore." He was grinning, but Wyatt shook his head.
Yeah... it was Christopher; it was not this Chris, the adult Chris in his time, but his little brother. And he was always that happy and careless, but he knew him really well... And he knew that behind that mask, and even if he wanted to appear different, he had Chris's genes, Chris's cells, and Chris's brain. He had only had a better life, period. And just because of that, Wyatt could perceive the terror in his little brother's voice, as well as Christopher's worries... worries shown also in all the other faces, and especially in those of their parents.
However, Wyatt would not say anything at all because he knew Christopher's temperament, and he also knew how hurt he would feel if they tried to persuade him not to do it, if they showed him their mistrust. Instead, he was about to ask where Bianca and Paige were, when Chris almost jumped at his mini-self's words. "You did WHAT!!!??? Why didn't you wait until we were back??" Wyatt shook his head again and looked to another side. "Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't do anything without me?" Chris went on.
Christopher lowered his eyes. And Leo patted his shoulders, looking at his son: "This was the plan. We need to hurry, and we needed to know that it'd work. The time is near..."
Chris touched nervously his hair: "But... what if anything...?"
"Paige is in the kitchen making a potion for any possible demonic problem, and we cast the spell slightly changed, so that his powers come back after some time," Leo explained.
"Everything's under control, brother..." Christopher said, blushing a bit, and not daring to look in his other self's eyes.
Chris shook his head. No... it wasn't. Why hadn't they waited...? Of course, he would not say that he was still considering the idea of going himself, as it should be, and leaving Christopher behind to protect his back, together with Wyatt. That was why he was so pissed off... But things had been done.
Michael looked from one to the other, shivering and almost crying. All that was for him... because of him...
Suddenly he felt Tom's hand on his back: "Hey Mike... All will be fine, ok? Don't worry... This is like a big family, we all are part of it, and we support each other. This is part of the game. They'll be fine." Veronica smiled at him reassuringly, and he nodded. Then Tom turned to look at the Halliwell brothers, again.
Cole closed his eyes and hugged Phoebe. He didn't like that. Not after his nightmares and all.
Wyatt put his hand on Chris's shoulder and whispered: "Remember I have just seen the future again. And you have seen it yourself, everything will be fine."
The young Elder-witch sighed and nodded. "Ok... Where's Bianca?" he asked noticing her absence.
"She's in the nursery. Little Hope needed to sleep again, after having eaten, and Wyatt was bored. She had to make him calm down and sleep too," Piper answered.
Chris nodded, and went to the book, starting to flip through the pages absently: "Well, let's do it and save Angy once and for all." Then he smiled at Mike and his tone turned to the resolute voice that everyone knew so well. "You'll have to walk, Christopher, since you don't have powers. You already know where you need to go. But Wyatt and I will be right there even before you arrive. We'll cover you. You do not need to worry about anything at all, ok?? Just do what he tells you, and trust us."
Christopher swallowed to dissolve the lump in his throat, and nodded, smiling.
Then Chris turned to Piper and Leo. "Mom, you..."
At that moment Paige orbed back: "I have the potion. This will kill any darklighter. I made this one too, just in case you wanna try it in Cristóbal, but since he's not on the book, and we don't know who gave him those powers, I don't think it's useful. Anyway, it could weaken him..." She shrugged: "It's all I could do." Chris nodded, taking the vials, and keeping them.
Christopher saw surprised how he put one of each in his pocket and gave the others to Wyatt. "Hey... shouldn't I have them with me??"
Wyatt shook his head: "No, Christopher... Cristóbal is not stupid. The first thing he'll check is if you were really stripped of your powers and if you have any potion. Probably he will even know before appearing. Otherwise he'd never have risk himself that way. And we don't want to put Angy in danger, either..."
Mike trembled unconsciously, and Tom pressed his shoulder. Christopher nodded again, but he didn't like that at all.
Chris closed his eyes. He hated doing that. He did really hate using his brother as bait. He took a deep breath: "Ok... Mom, as I was saying... You, Phoebe and Paige, surround him, but do not show yourselves until Angy is free. Then, be prepared for any demonic attack. Wyatt and I will be focusing on saving Christopher and killing that genetic twin of mine. Dad... You just pay attention, and be ready to appear if something happens, you know..." He did not want to specify.
"What about me?" Bianca asked, right after shimmering in.
"Hey... sweetie..." Chris looked at her, smiling sadly, "you should stay with the kids and..."
"No way. I am a Phoenix, Chris, I know much about this kind of things..."
Veronica shrugged: "We'll stay with the kids... If you want."
"I wanna go..." Tom said.
Wyatt sighed: "Ok... You all, listen to me. The general now is Chris, so do what he says, and do not question him, because with this discussion we're only losing time."
Everyone shut up, and Chris smiled at him, grateful: "Fine. As I said... Bianca will stay here with the kids and Veronica, Mike will go with Christopher, of course... Tom can come. Any active power could be useful there..."
Cole stood up, and looked his nephew in the eyes: "You won't keep me behind. I'll go."
"Cole, no..." Phoebe said.
But Chris smiled softly: "I did not even try to mention the contrary... But you must stay with dad, and if you have any kind of vision, let him know, he'll know how to make the news spread."
All the people in the attic nodded, even if some disagreed with the plan.
Chris approached his little self, and hugged him: "Thanks, man... I appreciate it much."
Wyatt stared at them proud of his brothers, and then looked at his worried parents and drew the following words with his lips: 'I'll take care of them.'
"Ok, let's go," Chris said.

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Angela was alone again. After a while, Cris had left, probably to talk with some other crazy men like him. Then, she had time to think about all the story again...
But suddenly, Cris flamed in, and without saying a word, opened the cage and pulled her out rudely: "It's time. Be good, and you'll be fine." His eyes bright out of excitement.
Despite her fear, Angela couldn't help thinking of how much hatred that man had against Chris, that made him glisten in happiness.
Angela took a last quick glance at the entrance of the cave, but she only could see darkness, and the shape of what seemed to be trees, whose branches danced with the rhythm of the wind. The wolves were howling... And they shimmered away. But right before disappearing, she would have sworn that she had seen another person there, looking at them attentively, wrapped up in the darkness.

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Christopher went over to Michael. He wanted to pull him up, but was interrupted by the sound of someone orbing in.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't come earlier," Odin apologised. "We had a meeting... unofficial..."
"Unofficial?" Chris asked.
Odin nodded: "The situation turns to be complicated... Some Elders seem to be completely against you Chris... I guess they are still afraid."
The Elder-witch sighed: "Great, that's what I've needed now."
Wyatt rolled his eyes, then he patterned his brothers shoulder: "If everything goes as it should... this will soon be history."
Christopher nodded: "Yeah, the Elders are our friends..."
Chris nodded, while Wyatt swallowed. The twice blessed hoped that this would be still true when they would return to their own time. But therefore, Rhashirk had to escape...
"I agree," Odin said, "that's just like a phase... they just need to see that you're a good boy..." Then he looked around. "Where are the kids?" he asked.
Piper grinned: "They are sleeping, in the nursery."
"Again?" Odin asked surprised.
"Yeah, babies do sleep a lot, uncle," Christopher said smiling.
"Oh... Can I go and..." Odin said, not paying attention to Christopher's laughter.
But Chris interrupted him: "No... Bianca and Veronica will take care of the kids... But if you want to help, you can go with Leo and Cole, we could maybe need you there, too."
Odin nodded: "Of course I'll help if I can..."
Piper watched the Elder amazed... He was really caring about the Halliwell-family... And when she saw the deep friendship lying in the look of Christopher when he faced his 'uncle', she knew that Leo's idea, of making him a godfather, was a good one.
"Ok, Michael," Christopher said then, pulling up the man, "time to go!"
"Be careful," Piper and Wyatt called after them, when the two went down the stairs. Then they heard the front door close and Chris swallowed.


(Chapter 8 written by Belén and Chrissy.W.x)