Loosely based off episode Hulkus Pulkus.

Italic is taken directly from episode.

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Fearless. One word. Two syllables. Eight letters. The absence of fear? No. Being fearless isn't being impervious to fear. It isn't the absence but the strength to face those fears. Billie Jenkins has always been fearless, taking on the world with unwavering certainty. Seven words took the fearlessness right out of the blonde, leaving a paralyzing fear that makes her want to take him by the arm and flee to safety.

Billie: You think! That's probably something you want to be certain of Phoebe!

Billie had spent the greater part of the altercation between nephew and aunts in silence unsure of what to do but foretelling the death that the man she was falling head over heels in love with sent her straight out of her reserve. How? Why? Where? When? So many questions swirled around in her head that she felt she was free falling into a pit of nothingness.

Phoebe:(unable to pay attention to anything but Chris) You were so inconceivably broken and angry. And they, they were swarming. You shot lightning angrily. Furiously. Then then you glowed this bright light until that's all I saw. When it faded you were… oh God.
Chris: It's okay, Pheebs.
Paige & Billie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S OKAY!
Chris: I mean, it won't happen. C'mon Phoebe. How many times have you seen Piper and Paige die? We cheat death, every day.

There is a truth to his words. Nobody could deny that the Charmed Ones have dodged more bullets then all the 007s combined. But Paige Matthews has seen her nephew die once and she'd be damned if she was witness to it a second time.

Paige: This is different.
Chris: How's it different?
Paige: Because.
Chris: Because why?
Paige: Because we've already lost you once!

Their voices rose as if trying to talk over each other until Paige screamed. Then there was silence. Chris new it wasn't easy. He'd seen far too many deaths in his life: deaths of loved ones, deaths of strangers, so much death. Despite himself, Chris casts aside his anger towards the sisters for a moment, closing the gap between him and Paige, wrapping her in a one armed hug.

Chris: (whispering) It's okay, Paige. You didn't lose me.

Paige pulls away, not leaving his embrace but enough to look him in the eyes.

Paige: Didn't we?

Chris: We are the masters of our fate.

He was talking to her through the mirror. She lingered by the door of the bathroom not exactly sure what to say. She was scared. The fear was so real she could practically taste it. He turns to face her leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

Billie: This is serious. You could die.
Chris: (smirking) Technically I'm already dead.
Billie: (angrily) How can you joke about this?
Chris: What other choice do we have, babe? Cry? Pout? Complain? Be Afraid?
Billie: Yes! I mean, no… but—
Chris: But nothing. I'm not going anywhere.

He says it with so much confidence, surrounding his words in the illusion of truth. Chris reaches out to lift her chin so she can see the seriousness in his eyes, the certainty.

Billie: How can you be so sure?
Chris Because not even death and all its might could take me away from you.

Leaning he captures her lips in a soft, sweet kiss before wrapping her in his strong arms. Her arms wrap around his waist and head goes to his shoulder. For what feels like an eternity, he stands there holding her holding him. Finally she speaks.

Billie: Promise?
Chris: Cross my heart and hope to… (Stops himself sloppily as she looks up at him) I mean, I promise.

Clad in black the young couple stood in the demon infested version of magic school searching one of the rooms for books pertaining to demons responsible for Christy's murder.

Chris: Anything?
Billie: Nope, all the books are stuck in demon central and you know it.
Chris: Then let's go get some.
Billie: No! No way! Not gonna happen.

She didn't even want to risk him going to magic school in the first place. This was dangerous. Deadly even and with a dark premonition hanging over his head, Billie really didn't want to chance it but he insisted business as usual and 'if you're so concerned with my well-being it only makes sense you go where I go.'

Demon: Who are you?
Billie: Me? Um I'm a student... here at magic school. Yah, you know. I musta gotten stuck in an astral plane or something. Did you guys possibly redecorate?

As the demon went to attack, Billie hip tosses him and presses the knife tightly to its throat.

Billie: Move and you're dead understand?
Demon: Whataya want?
Billie: What I want is to find the demon that killed my sister fifteen years ago but since you and your buddies trashed this place, I can't find the books that I need so you're going to have to find them for me. Her name is Christy… Christy Jenkins. Ask around. We'll be back.

After a firm punch to the demon Billie makes it back to her feet and Chris walks over towards the demon. There's a smirk plastered on his face as he leans towards the demon and motions towards Billie.

Chris: Yeah, my baby's a badass.

The second Chris returned to "Calling Reception" he hears Paige screaming herself hoarse calling for him. With the roll of his eyes he orbed into the kitchen with Billie in tow. Paige's words from earlier had been mercilessly eating away at him. Had they? He wasn't their nephew or Piper's son. So what was he to them? He shakes himself from his thoughts when he sees Paige dealing with a fussy baby.

Billie: Cute kid. He yours?
Chris: Wow, I knew I'd made some changes to the timeline but-
Paige: Will you quit it. He's not mine. Henry dropped him off and-
Chris: Wait, un- I mean- Henry dropped him off… as in Henry Mitchell.
Paige: (eyeing him quizzically) Yah, you know him?

Technically he didn't. Not yet anyways. But Henry Mitchell, the hardened parole officer, was the man that taught him how to play basketball, catch, and a million other things a father should teach his son. For most of his childhood, Henry was the father to him that Leo didn't want to be. Traces of nostalgia linger on his face as he says words he certainly didn't want to say.

Chris: Nope. Well, not yet anyway.
Paige: How well did you know him?
Chris: Future consequences.

His old go to phrase slips off his lips so fluently that the usually annoying expression brings a smile to Paige's face. Chris reads her expression like he's reading her mind. However he's pulled from his thoughts when the demon, that was just Bruce Banner at Magic School now turned Hulk, appeared.

Chris lunges forward grabbing the baby from its carrier and orbs up to the nursery. Meanwhile Billie whips her trusty athame into his shoulder but he moves unaffected. With a backhand, he sends her flying into the wall, his nail catching her neck. As he begins his menacing approach Paige waves her hand and orbs him to magic school.

Chris: (Post Orbing): Everybody okay?
Billie: Yeah, just a scratch but that was—
Chris: The demon from magic school I know. (Pause) I'll go get Piper and Phoebe.
Paige: Chris?
Chris: Yeah?
Paige: Just be careful.
Chris: Sure thing Aunt Paige.

Disappearing in a shower of orbs the whitelighter is unaware or the significant splendor of emotion surging through Paige. He hadn't even realized what he said. Yet, both women in the room heard it… as clear as a bell. He called her Aunt Paige. For the first time in a long time Paige has hope that they didn't lose him after all.

Before Chris can fully reform into the office of Agent Murphy, he felt it, the thick animosity between the parties involved. He also feels how quick the emotions of Phoebe and Piper changed like the flick of a switch. For the briefest of moments Chris wonders if Phoebe told Piper of the possibility he'd die in the not too distant future but quickly writes it off when he sees her face. She's not deathly afraid. She's relieved he's there.

Piper: Chris, hey.
Phoebe: Hey, is everything okay?
Chris: Yeah, everything's fine. Except for the roided out Crycheck that just attacked the manor. That's a bit of an issue.
Piper: (turning to Agent Murphy) Sure that's all you know?
Chris: Wait this clown knows something about this?
Agent Murphy: Who are you calling a clown? Actually, who are you?
Chris: Wouldn't you like to know. (Turning to Phoebe) Did you read him to see if he's telling the truth?
Phoebe: I don't know. I'm not exactly believing my visions now a days.
Piper: Since when?

Chris felt any chance of saving Piper from worry vanishing. Piper Halliwell had had a rough month: finding out she forgot her son, her son refusing forgiveness, and now trying a new dynamic where he's present but keeping his distance. Finding out that he may not be long for this world is something Chris isn't exactly sure his mother could handle. Suddenly Paige's call eliminated the need for a response. He feels relief… when in all reality he should feel anything but.

Orbing into the manor, was like orbing into a war zone. Wreckage was evident and the second they appeared, they witness Paige crashing through a coffee table. Immediately Phoebe goes to her younger sister while Chris looks for the woman he loves. Stalking through the house in a manner that can only be described as menacing is an all knew hulked out creature. Chris extends his arm ready to fire when he hears his aunt's cry.

Paige: Chris don't! It's Billie.

His head whips in the direction of his aunt, eyes questioning in nature. How? What? When? Why? So many questions spiral through the man's head that he doesn't notice her rapidly approaching. As she lunges, Piper sees any second chance she has with her son evaporating along with any second chance he has at life. Her hands react blasting the young woman her son is head over heels in love with into the wall and rendering her unconscious.

Chris: (going to Billie's side) What the hell happened?
Paige: We were getting Ramone a bottle and then she just transformed.
Chris: Paige talk to the Elders. Tell them your charge is in danger. Phoebe look after Billie and at the slightest sign of movement, call for me. Piper c'mon.
Piper: Where are we going?
Chris: Talk to Agent Murphy. Your first Crycheck died. I'll be damned if I let the same happen to Billie.

Fearless. One word. Two syllables. Eight letters. The absence of fear? No. Being fearless isn't being impervious to fear. It isn't the absence but the strength to face those fears. Christopher Benjamin Hall has been fearful of his death since the moment it was predicted. He didn't want to die but suddenly that fear seems irrelevant. Because there's no fear he won't face, no lead he won't chase, if it means saving the woman he loves.

A.N. Thus concludes another exciting installment of Identity Chrisis (no that's not a misspelling but a word play). Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are more than welcome. Definitely supply inspiration to update a.s.a.p.

-S.R. BOlin