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Chris: Hah, take this you slimy demon, see I vanquish you…never come here again.
Wyatt: You are so dead brother. Take this and go home crying.
Chris: No you didn't do THAT. Hah now I'm going to blast your sorry ass away.
Wyatt: Now it's my turn. See you can't win against the source. Capitulate and your end will be painless.
Chris: Never! I still got two abiding friends in this battle. We'll fight to the last man.
Will: So resign to your fate…Your men are doomed.
++dragons calls out of kitchen ++ What the hell are you doing. You know I really like you although you are not mine. But if you have it out in my living-room, then I'm going to kick you out.
No battles over the worlds´ fate at home, boys!
Chris: ++mumbles++ Man, someone's cranky today!
Wyatt: ++calls++ We don't know what's your problem, dragons. ++to Chris++ And now I'm going to kill you brother!
++dragons runs into the living-room++ Don't you…
Both: What? Can´t we play just a peaceful game of ludo now…
++dragons confused++ But it sounded like…
Chris: ++grinning++ Yeah! That's ludo Halliwell style…!
Oh you……………!
Chapter twelve / part six:
..."I told you it wouldn't work!" declared Chris outwardly unagitated, as if he would speak of something trivial like…nah nothing ever turned out to be trivial in this family.
A very tensed, and to be honest this was an understatement, Piper was right now in the mood to blow something up, just to vent some of her frustration, before she hit the ceiling.
How could Chris be so calm about something so unfair? Why did he, who fought for everything tooth and nail, simply yield to this fate?
Chris mother and aunts were still trying to heal the boy without as much as the slightest success.
"…even Leo couldn't heal me in the future, and he was an elder as he tried. It's a simple formula, don't you understand:
Wyatt beats Charmed-ones – beats elders too.
He's the son of a Charmed-one and an elder, twice-blessed AND the source.
No one can beat that amount of magic. No way!" Chris stated a bit too self-composed for his mothers liking.
And Chris didn't even mention the countless times he tried to do just that!
"I'm still not willing to believe that this is it. He may have used some of the sources power…so what about the source of our time? Shouldn't we be able to beat him with his own weapons?!"
Piper sounded really determined.
She still repressed the urge to simply take her newly found youngest in her arms, even if she was dying to do so.
….
As Chris had returned to the manor with Paige two hours ago you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife…everyone wanted to say the absolutely right things to make sure that they would not ruin this special moment.
But what were the right things to say…
…the whole English language lacked suddenly of words to express what the sisters felt right now. So there was a sudden silence.
And Chris…
The young whitelighter had sat on the living-room couch- face in hands, trying to rub his overwrought brain-cells to work.
Think Christopher Halliwell, damn it, think!´´ was all that occurred in his head.
But without his plans he felt so lost…naked.
He had felt a hand softly taking his own from his temple.
Piper had simply held her sons hand, softly tracing the lines of his palm – so fragile but yet so hardened from life.
…
And now after two hours of inconclusively attempts to redeem the young whitelighter of his scars, Piper had not come closer to her son than that.
The only thing she managed to say right now was a weakly choked out "It's good to have you here Chris" which came out not in the least the way she'd intended it.
But she meant it from the bottom of her heart.
"…Don't know!" Chris mumbled.
"What did you just say?" Piper asked in disbelieve.
"…I don't know if it is really THAT good… I mean look at what I've achieved – what I've done…
I split up Leo and you, I screwed up royally in saving Wyatt…I made everyone hate me…"
"…that's not true!" Piper interrupted.
"Oh come on, mom! It's not that I'm stupid or anything or that I have no eyes in my head to see…"
Chris halted at the sight of Pipers expression.
There was a bright smile spreading all over her face!
"What?" Chris asked slightly perplexed.
"You said "mom"!" Piper gleamed with joy!
"Oh sorry, mom…ehm I mean Piper…oh dang…I never meant to…!" Chris rambled on and on.
"No, no! It's all right! I think I'm starting to like the sound of it…mom." And with that Christopher Halliwell had lost another battle…
…
"OK. So the plan is set:…" After hours of planning and most of all rejecting plans, they finally had come to some kind of consent.
"…Phoebe and Chris will infiltrate the sources troops. With his contacts in the underworld that shouldn't be too hard to manage.
By the way… we definitely will have to talk about your familiarity with demons. You are keeping bad company, young man!"
Chris only rolled his eyes.
"And Paige and I will be your backup. So everyone will have someone to orb them out just in case of…! And we even would be stronger if LEO!!!!..." She sent an angry look up to the heavens "…would decide to face the facts and come down from his fluffy placidly elder-cloud to HELP! HIS! SON!!!"
"Wow!" Chris thought, all to well knowing this tone from his younger years. He still involuntarily flinched at it, even if it now wasn't him for a change, that Pipers wrath was directed at. To be honest, there were a LOT of times in his childhood when he had fairly earned her scolding. Just to say he hadn't always been the angel he was born as…but from his point of view there was most of times good reason of why he got himself into trouble.
Although there was no point in further discussing the point that for the Halliwell brothers some mistakes were simply to much fun, to only make them once…that was another story.
Furthermore Chris had given up to argue with his mother over the point, that the plans she and her sisters had made were far too dangerous and that it was still most important to save Wyatt.
But Piper had ended this discussion with the killer-argument that she would not place one sons welfare over the other. Who would try to start a fight with her about that…?
So now they were planning to infiltrate the evil side, hoping to get some useful information how to heal their youngest family member without a battle.
…And, so planned Chris secretly, to maybe find out some more about who planned to turn his brother…!
The rest of the family prepared themselves meanwhile for an eventually possible fight with half of the underworld, all in the hope that their preparations would not be necessary.
The whole attic was already stuffed with potion bottles and Chris still found more spells in the book of shadows that could come in handy at times.
The whole operation was planned as far as they could, while the rest would consist out of improvisation, and yes, a whole lot of pure luck…
…
"I'm from the Dargons-clan…" Chris tried to explain to three visibly distrustful looking guardians, which had caught them literally with the hand in the cookie jar, or with their noses in the sources secret book, to be precise.
So far their fanciful plan had astonishingly worked. Till now…
In a fraction of a second they had moved from "hazardous-plan" to the part Chris had a faint recollection as the "improvisation".
Could this fucking day get even better…!?
While Chris tried to play out as much time as possible for them, Phoebe searched behind his back and luckily not in full view for the new intruders, to find out as much as she could. While they at first had started to only copy the spells that came in question, she now ripped out everything that anyhow mentioned something about healing or breaking spells. She knew that their fortune wouldn't last much longer, even if her nephew did a marvelous job in putting of the demon-guards.
Chris felt his left eyebrow twitch the tiniest bit, a sure sign to the boy that he was soon at wits end.
"Hurry, Phoebe, hurry!" he continued to pray inwardly, while he handed his three opponents a nearly endless line.
But his aunt seemed not to get ready to reappear behind the sources massive desk.
Chris knew that he could most probably eliminate the demons, but there were no chances to do this without alerting the seemingly zillions of demons that populated the huge demons lair.
So the best strategy was to grab Phoebe and orb, before the demons even knew what was going on.
"…Go check with your leader, if you don't believe me…!" he lied insolently and while the demons heatedly thrashed out what to do with him, Chris jumped with a spirited leap over the tabletop and landed right on Phoebe. Still in the movement, the two started to disappear in blue-white orbs, only to reappear again at the same place within the blink of an eye - landing in a heap on the floor.
Unfortunately this was enough to show even the most stupid demon that they were for sure no demons…
…They were trapped!
TBC…