A/N: Ohhhhhhhkayyyyyy! Anyone believed that Chris is not the angel we supposed him to be……..??? Just wait and see!
Disclaimer:
My head is completely empty! I simply can't think right now! Not even for a funny disclaimer…
Chris: Is this any different to previous times…
Chris! All right, mister smart-ass-comments. You are so writing this disclaimer this time. And I swear by the greater good, if the people not like it you will fall back into comatose state for the next chapters!!!
Chris: Everything, but not that!
So try your best!
Chris: All right…what shall I tell you… Mmmh let's see…
Ok, last time I blasted dragons couch again, so she decided I had to buy her a new (totally overpriced) one – as you can read in ChrissyWx review, btw.
Then…
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Chris: You have to tilt the couch some more to the right Wy!
Wyatt: I can't! There is no space!
Chris: Shit! This monster will never fit through that door brother!
Wyatt: You definitely had to pay some more, to have this thing delivered right into dragons living room! Then all this would be the movers' problem!
Chris: Are you nuts! This thing already made me broke till 2011!
Wyatt: OK, bro! Close you eyes, because you won't like to see what I'm going to do next…
Chris: NO Wyatt!!
Wyatt: NOW Chris…
+the couch is orbed into the living-room+
…
Later…
I can't believe it! This couch is purple! How can a perfectly nice coloured couch turn purple?
Both brothers +smiling+: We don't know! Must be a false delivery.
Chris +whispering to his brother+: When will you ever learn ANYTHING about personal gain, Wyatt?!!!
…
Chris: And by the way the couch problem sorted itself out at the next demons attack. And…this time Wyatt blasted the couch…
Yes!!
Wyatt: All you had to tell the people was that dragons does not own Charmed or us. And you are starting to waffle again…
Chris: Not my fault – dragons wanted me too…
And I'm already regretting it…
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Chapter twelve /part eleven:
What could have been the truth as good as the spin off of some of the Grimm's fairy-tales itself hit Chris like the proverbially hammer.
More like that gnawed at him the thought of what if the things the seer said had been the truth! What if he'd given away the only chance he would ever have to change things?
But no! Not at these costs.
He never could've done something like that. Never! Apart from that his mother would've never endorsed this vanquish or murder just as you liked to call it, it would've made him more similar to the source than he dared to think about at the moment.
But the now more urgent problem was that the demons already were successfully tearing down his makeshift barricade.
"Nonono!" Chris thought "It's too soon! …"
…Speaking of desperate measures… The young whitelighter turned to the solution he had from the start banned at the farthest part of his mind –
Leo!
Chris hoped against all hopes that the bond he'd shared with the elder since his childhood, still, or - from their point of view now – already existed. There had been only one time, when he wasn't able to reach Leo with only so much as thinking of him. That was when Wyatt had destroyed it. As his brother had become the source he had done everything to get Chris on his side. He had even played perfidious games with his little brothers' mind…
Flashback:
"…Leo! What are you still doing here? Did you finally feel like playing "family" again? Wyatt spat out sarcastically and was gone before the elder had completely orbed in.
It was at least some reaction. More then he got from newly fourteen year old Chris who had spent the days after his mother's murder in some sort of silent apathy.
Leo had spent the weeks since the murder, ever after only referred as "the event", with the care for his two traumatized sons. While Wyatt reacted with angry aggression, Chris had retreated completely into his shell. Leo was worried sick and tried desperately to divide his attendance between his eldest who was wreaking havoc in the underworld in trial to destroy everyone and everything he thought guilty of killing his mother, and his youngest who was only barely a part of this world.
"Chris at least eat something!" Leo tried for the millionth time today to get some sort of reaction from his son, who sat, as everyday of the week in the window still, leaning his forehead against the cool glass while staring into space. After some more conversation, that the desperate elder just as well could have conducted with the nearest wall (and would have probably gotten more reaction from it) he sighed resigning, wrapping his unresisting sons back at least into a warm quilt his grandma once had sewn.
"O.K., Chris I leave your sandwich on the nightstand. Your grandpa will be coming over any minute. I will go and look if I can find your brother anywhere. Maybe it would help if you would call him too?"
Still no reaction from the painfully thin and pale boy whose hair started to grow out now, giving him some kind of lost puppy dog appearance.
He desperately hoped that at least Victor would get trough to him. The old man had always shared a special bond with his youngest grandson. Piper always said that it was due to the fact that the two shared the same stubbornness and odd sense of humour.
But in secret Leo knew that the old Bennett filled out the part he himself never could. Victor was more of a father-figure for his son then he had ever been. And the self-admission stung more then everything.
"OK, son! If everything, and I mean everything happens, or you just need me, call!" you know I'll hear you, O.K.?" waiting for an answer or at least a nod or a blink was fruitless. So Leo orbed out leaving an exhausted sigh hanging in midair.
This was the last thing Chris saw from his father for a long time. Weeks later the traditional letter full of excuses reached him. He left it unopened on his desktop, not in need to read it to know that his father had abandoned him again.
Only years later, after the events of his eighteenth birthday the young whitelighter learned that it was Wyatt's plot that had separated father and son. Not only had he cut the connection between Leo and Chris, no he had managed to send a shapeshifter imposing as Chris to their father, to tell him that the youngest Halliwell had destroyed the link himself and that he never wanted to see him again.
The anti orbing spell over the whole city finally perfected Wyatt's plan to detract his little brother from their fathers influence...
But now the bond simply had to work…it had to!
Chris focused on his father entirely and felt their bond intensifying with every little bit of more hope he set into the elder.
The tricky thing was that he had to reach Leo with the first try. If Leo cut the connection or, what would be more probable, did not believe him then this ghost of a chance they had would be wasted. The link would be gone like all the other powers before.
Don't be stubborn, for this one time in your life…please just don't be stubborn!´ Chris prayed silently while he felt the connexion "snap in" which always resounded as a tinging in his head.
OK now…watch your words, Christopher!´ How he hated to speak with his father that way. Communication between the two was always…difficult to say the least. Why couldn't speaking to his own father be as easy as with Victor, for example? With him he could talk a mile a minute, could be relaxed. Talking to his father felt like some freaking via voce exam. Anyways there was nothing else for it!
"LEO!"+
…
"LEEEEEEEOOOO!"+
"Chris, what the…"+
"Leo, no time for long explanations now! Please, for this one time, just hear me out!"+
"You are playing with my mind and expect me to trust you anyways. To trust YOU!? Bye bye Chris!"+
"Nonono Leo! Please! You can do what you want with me afterwards but now we have to save the sisters" + A sudden silence confirmed Chris that now he had the full attention.
"What happened?"+
"We are trapped in the underworld in some sort of power-sapping cave, and our orbing powers are gone by now. We use them – we loose them!"+
"Power sapping cave? Which demon is able to do such spells?"+
"Ehmmmm…the………….s…source"+ Chris went all meek and humble.
"THE WHAT?!"+
"Leo! Stay focused! We need you to orb us out of here. But you'll have to find someone to orb you down here first, or you will be trapped down here too! Don't forget you use a power here you loose it! We only have one chance with that! Hurry Leo! The demons have almost reached the sisters I try to cut some slack for you" +
An ear-piercing scream distracted Chris – which was although the end of the connection. Now Chris could only hope that Leo would come. And the chances were bad, after all trusting Chris the last time had Leo landed in Valhalla…he…
Once again that scream, and now he understood the demons had gotten through.
He had to find a way…a way to take them down all at once. He knew how to do that, but even the memory of his almighty power-blast made his body ache all over. And here it would mean loosing them all…
"Piper, Phoebe, Paige!"
"Chris, you're alive!!!"
"No time to exchange pleasantries. Everyone DOWN!" He screamed without much further ado. If his mom would kill him for the ceiling-thing, for this stunt she would manage to bring him back to life at least a few times to kill him again or, if he was favoured by fortune, he would only be grounded for the rest of his life.
"So on three" He spoke aloud. The demons turned to look puzzled at him.
"One…" A deep growling made the ground quaking.
"Two…" Electricity like tension hung in midair which made the tiny hairs in the charmed-ones necks stand. They at the latest now knew that something BIG was rolling in.
"NO!" Piper screamed feeling for sure that her youngest was about to do something irrational dangerous, but was at the same time dragged down by Paige who knew that her nephew was deathly resolved right now.
"Three!" Chris called out, hoping his family was down on the ground behind the remaining rocks as deep as they could by now, cause he couldn't hold the build up energy much longer.
The power went of in the familiar annular wave which took everything with it what happened to stand in its way…
Before he faded into oblivion the young whitelighter heard the jingling of orbs over the thunderous whirring in his ears. "Save!" He mumbled slightly smiling as he broke down.
TBC…