"So we use her as bait?" Chris asked himself incredulously. "Isn't it our job to protect her?"
"Yes. But we can't protect her if the demon won't show itself," Chris 2 explained, exasperated.
"I don't like it." Chris said, "It feels wrong to me."
"Trust me," Chris told himself. He then headed to Jenna who was practicing her power under Vic's tutelage. Lucky that Sam had come with her twin; between them they were able to keep the fires manageable. He wiggled his finger at Jenna indicating that she should follow him. To his twin's surprise she did, with no complaints!
"I have an idea. It's a little dangerous but we will protect you." He began.
"What is the plan?" She asked with interest. Jenna was a doer, she hated sitting, hated not knowing. Since meeting the strange family she had had many of her questions answered and felt like she was up to the task of handling her power. She wanted the threat gone so she could continue her life.
"We use you as bait," Chris 2 stated baldly. "Neither Yickem or Bradas are likely to attack with any of us present."
"So you leave me alone?" She asked, not sure she liked the plan.
"Not really. See the magical community is full of gossip. Demons know that Wyatt and Chris can't orb. They have no idea that I can. I can also sense you. I'll know when you're in trouble." Chris 2 assured her.
"Um, I guess. If you think it will work?" Jenna said fearfully.
"It will work." Chris2 promised. He didn't miss the unsure looks of himself, Wyatt and the twin cousins he'd never had.
(X)
Jenna strode into her apartment. After learning the truth of her situation it seemed anticlimactic. She'd always loved her home; it was her refuge, her sanctuary. Now it felt too small, like it didn't fit anymore. She felt larger and more powerful. She felt the need to change other aspects of her life. To live up to the destiny she was sure awaited her. Her apartment didn't feel like home anymore, didn't feel safe. She knew that the demon or his minion would arrive soon. She felt her refuge violated before the fact. Chris, the original Chris, had explained about his family, how there had been so many demon attacks in their home that they couldn't even count them all. She wondered how they'd felt.
Her car had been stolen once. The police found it abandoned two days later and returned it to her. She had been uncomfortable driving it, knowing that a stranger had sat in her seat, had rifled through her glove box. She'd sold the car soon after, it had felt unclean, used and not like it belonged to her anymore. She could only imagine the pain of demons routinely attacking her at home. Having to replace furniture, having to walk through her rooms and remember this is where so and so demon was vanquished. She wondered idly if there was a spell to repel demons from her home. As quickly, she dismissed the notion. Surely if there was such a spell the Halliwells would have long since used it. But hadn't the other Chris also said that witches could write their own spells? While she was in her musings Bradas attacked!