Hey Readers.
I feel really bad for leaving everyone high and dry for so long
So here's a little something to hopefully give you a quick fix.
I don't own Charmed.
Loosely based during Hulkus Pocus
Crlncyln thanks for being an awesome reader as always and reviewing.
Miss Katrina Malfoy- I'll see what I can do but trust me he'll get over it soon
Moving on. Two words. Eight letters. One Syllable. It's a simple concept not such a simple thing to do. But he's trying. God help him, he's trying.
In only a few short minutes, the muted dark chill of the night fades away and the warmth of the sun ushers in the new day. A thousand shades of blue fill the morning sky. Usually, the divine experience of dawn is the closest to heaven that Chris ever felt. But that was before he had his very own slice of heaven. The angel didn't feel he belonged up in the clouds, not when he could lie with her and stare at them.
The blistering heat of a California summer and chill of the night were at peace leaving them feeling completely content on the top of the Golden Gate Bridge staring down at the cars as they flew by racing to their destinations. With no sense of time, they stared out at the hustle and bustle of the city below. On top of the blanket the couple smiled blissfully. Chris sat with his back to the pillar and body almost wrapped protectively around Billie.
Chris: Look at them, so intent on getting from point A to point B that they don't realize the magic around them.
Billie: Well they don't have you to show them.
Chris: I was one of them. Once upon a time, I was so consumed with missions and tasks that I forgot to appreciate things.
Billie: What changed?
Chris: Clarence the angel. He was coming for me but just in case he wasn't he told me to enjoy my day and we talked for a bit. At one point he looked up and said, "Future don't mean squat to me. I'm too old to worry about it. Shouldn't to you either. You're too young."
Billie: Carpe diem.
Chris: Let's seize the day. Do you trust me?
Billie: Yeah but when someone asks do you trust them, they're usually about to give you a good reason not to.
A devilish grin flashes on his face before kissing her on the forehead and making it to his feet. Always the gentleman, he reaches out and takes her hand to help her up. Something flashes within those gorgeous green eyes that she knows the rest of the world isn't lucky enough to see. Mischievous happiness flashes as he leads her closer to the edge.
Billie: Chris back away from the edge. You've got too much to live for.
Chris: (laughs) Have you ever played that game where you jump and people are there to catch you? The trust game or whatever it's called.
Billie: I'm sure if ya' jumped off here, whoever tried to catch you would be a pancake.
Chris: If you trust me, take my hand and jump off the ledge with me.
Billie: Count of four?
Chris: Wait. Count of four?
Billie: I'm a bit of a procrastinator.
Chris: Alright then, four it is. On the count of four.
C&B: 1-2-3-4.
With her hand in his, Billie Jenkins jumped off the ledge of the Golden Gate Bridge. Wind whooshed from every angle and as her soul took flight, she fell in style. His eyes stayed glued to her as her wide eyed gaze stayed on the water below. As they neared impending doom he spun so that both of her hands were in his and when he could practically feel the coolness of the water below, he orbed. Seconds later a slew of cyan and white balls reformed into the couple, laughing and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world.
But they did.
The four walls that seem to form a protective barrier around them is crumbling at a rapid rate and soon enough Billie and Chris will have to face the outside world. It's a world where the Halliwells are back to being the Halliwells and media wondering why they faked their deaths; where the underworld has the answer to the questions plaguing her mind for over a decade. Both are about to face their greatest challenges.
Phoebe Halliwell has slipped into position as the middle sister a little too well. Adding her job as an advice columnist into the mix, and it'd only make sense that she'd want to defuse the tension between mother and son. Before Piper and Paige headed to magic school to capture a demon, upon the request of Agent Murphy, Phoebe had Paige orb her over to Chris's apartment… Ben's apartment.
After doing her fair share of snooping, Phoebe made herself comfortable on the couch and ran through the things she needed to say to get Christopher to come back home. She waits… and waits… and waits for the green eyed boy to return home but quickly finds herself wondering if he's ever coming back.
Paige: He's not back yet?
Phoebe: Jeez Paige you scared me!
Paige: You're scared? Ya' know that demon that we were told to fetch?
Phoebe: Yah, you get him?
Paige: No we had to leave him behind but he wasn't anything like the book described. It was like on steroids, hulked out beyond belief. Took Piper four tries to bring him down.
Phoebe: What'd Agent Murphy have to say about that?
Paige: Piper was hoping you'd go with her maybe get a read.
Phoebe: But I haven't talked to Chris, yet.
As if on cue, the couple burst through the door caught in a fiery passion. Hot kisses, hard kisses, wet kisses, long kisses that could go on forever… lips and tongues, hands and bodies, completely out of control in the best possible way. The heat of the moment, the rush of her skin, even the taste of wild cherry lips consumes him.
It isn't their oxygen deprived lungs that forces the two to come up for air but the sounds of two women clearing their throats in unison. Billie's eyes widen and cheeks turn tomato red causing Chris to become all too aware they're being watched by his family, hopefully not the entire family but with his luck probably. Slowly he turns to meet them groaning in frustration.
Chris: Who are you people? The chastity police or something!
Chris scoops his shirt from the floor and hands it to Billie after he realizes he has no idea where he threw hers in their passionate haste. The blonde slides on the plain white t-shirt and smiles gratefully at her boyfriend. For a moment he swears he sees a look of concern below the rosiness of their cheeks and begins to panic.
Chris: Wait a minute, is everything okay? Is Piper, the kids, Leo-
Phoebe: (Reassuringly) Oh, no Sweetie. Everything's fine.
Paige: But for someone who claims not to care, you seem pretty hypocritical.
Chris: (ignoring Paige) So nobody's hurt right? Piper's okay? Melinda and Wyatt are living their happy little childhoods? No big bad evil you can't control and are going to fake your deaths again?
Phoebe: (not sure where he's going with this) Everything's fine. A little mishap at magic school but other than that, we're all fine.
Chris: Good. Now get out.
Taking the path of cold and indifferent seems to have become his autopilot when it comes to them. You can only be burned so many times before you learn not to play with matches. Chris learned his lesson, maybe a little too well. Paige and Phoebe watch their nephew with mouths slightly agape. As he turns to walk towards the bedroom, Phoebe cuts him off by grabbing his arm.
Suddenly she's forced into a vision.
The blood he's covered in is as black as motor oil and as thick as syrup. His heart has been shattered into a million, razor sharp pieces that tore his insides to ribbon. His chest heaves madly and eyes burn with that familiar white glow. He lets it roll off him in heaps expelling lightning down a corridor.
A glow emanating from chest spread through his body, the warm light a magnificent splendor. That Halliwell smirk fills his expression. Then the light filled the room burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. When it finally fades there's not a single soul in sight except for Christopher Perry Halliwell with a burn in his chest.
Coming out of the vision she finds her vision blurred by unshed tears.
Chris: Aun—I mean Phoebe? What'd you see?
Her response isn't words, but a bone crushing hug that sends a heap of concern rattling through all the hearts present in the room. Unsure what else to do, Chris holds her looking at Paige helplessly.
Paige: Pheebs, what'd you see?
Phoebe: I think I just saw Chris die.
Moving on. Such a simple concept. Not such an easy thing to do when the answers to your future lie with your past.
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