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Episode 1: Losing Sight

Part 3

A flash of light announced the arrival of her husband and Phoebe glanced up from the potion bowl to see Coop with Leo, she nearly smiled seeing them if not for the deranged concern etched into Leo's features. Despite not smiling she was still somewhat relieved to hear from them and she was never not pleased to see her treasured husband.

"Any news on Chris?" Leo blurted out immediately.

"We think Grimlocks took him, the others are searching the sewers now and I'm making the vanquishing potion," Phoebe told him reaching out to hurriedly turn the book back to the page the potion was on, she didn't feel then was the right time to mention her doomsday vision, "how are the kids?"

"They're fine, we just wanted to check in," Coop told her.

"If Grimlocks took Chris then we need to get him back quickly," Leo interrupted.

"We know, he has 24 hours although now its more like..." Phoebe started to answer and checked her watch which seemed to have stopped hours ago, "and my watch is broken."

"No he has less time, when a Grimlock steals sight from a magical child it lasts for longer than 24 hours," Leo explained frantically, "and also unlike a mortal child the blindness becomes permanent in less than half that time, it cannot be healed even by vanquishing the demons. If Chris is blind he will be completely unable to orb, I am not so sure about his other powers but I'm doubtful he can use them."

"It explains why he hasn't orbed back here I guess," Coop pointed out.

"Okay that is not good," Phoebe muttered scratching her head as she tried to think.

Scry for the boy then get back to your vision

"Scrying, good idea," Phoebe muttered scowling as she glanced around to see who has spoken but saw no one except for the two men, "will that still work Leo?"

"I think so," Leo said nodding nervously.

"Then let's go."

"I think so," Billie replied taking the stranger's hand as he helped her to her feet, "thank you by the way, for the whole saving my life thing."

"You're welcome," the man offered, "I don't know why you're down here but its not safe, go down that left fork behind us then take a left then a right and you'll be out of the storm drains... forgive me for asking this but you seen very calm for someone who was just nearly killed."

"Yeah well you get used to it as a witch," Billie told him with a nervous laugh.

"Wait, you're a witch too?" the man questioned.

"Yep."

"With actual powers?"

"Yep."

"Wow, that is amazing," the man announced smiling, "I've never met another witch before, not one who wasn't dead anyway."

"My name's Billie," she introduced herself and offered her hand for him to shake, "Billie Jenkins."

"Patrick. Tate," he replied taking her hand.

Before she could think of what to say next she heard a bang and Patrick blew backwards, she glanced to the right in a panic but saw only Piper, who had apparently tried to blow him up. She spared her friend a dark look and looked back at Patrick who was clutching a wounded shoulder.

"What did you do that for!"

"I was saving your butt from the demon," Piper told her as if it were obvious.

"He's not a demon, he's a witch who just vanquished the demon," Billie pointed out exasperated and Piper winced.

"Oops sorry, my bad," Piper offered to Patrick.

"I take it you're a witch too?" Patrick replied while producing a roll of bandages from his pocket and applying it to his bloody shoulder.

"Yeah," Piper nodded as the two walked over to him, "don't suppose the demon told you where my son was before you vanquished him?"

"No but there's a second demon," Patrick explained, "he probably has the inno- your son."

"How do you know there's a second demon?" Billie asked curiously.

"Because the demons are Grimlocks and Grimlocks travel in pairs," Patrick continued as he finished bandaging his shoulder, "besides there were two of them in my vision."

"Your vision?"

"Well I don't suppose you know how to find them?" Piper talked over her.

"Of course, its not like I was wandering aimlessly through the storm drains," Patrick half laughed, "that's just stupid."

"Okay genius, just help us find Chris and my sister will heal your shoulder for you," Piper offered him, "sound fair?"

"No offense but I prefer to work alone," Patrick replied frowning slightly.

"You said you hadn't met any other witches," Billie pointed out, "therefore you can't have tried working with other witches so how can you know what you prefer? And with an injured shoulder-"

"-that your friend caused-"

"-shut up- you could use some back up and need I remind you a little boy's life is at stake?" Billie finished and he hesitantly sighed.

"Alright fine but don't tell anyone," Patrick agreed and pulled out a compass from his pocket.

"Your plan is to find him with a compass?" Piper said slowly.

"It's enchanted to point in the direction of demons," Patrick said defensively, "and right now its locked on to Grimlocks."

"That is pretty cool," Billie muttered impressed.

"Why did it just start spinning like that?" Piper asked and sure enough the needle had just started spinning around.

"The Grimlock shimmered away... we just lost it."

Chris sighed and forced his thoughts to focus, which was becoming increasingly difficult with eyes, the pain got worse not better. He leaned against the bars again and held his hand in front of the lock, willing it to open, willing his telekinetic powers to work. They didn't.

"Return my sight, obey me now..." he chanted quietly, maybe if his active powers wouldn't work he could make up a spell to restore his sight, how hard could it be? "for I am a Halliwell?"

He cried out in pain as his eyes suddenly seared once more, he clutched a them hopelessly, he hadn't realized eyes could even hurt before. After a few seconds the pain receded, becoming a raw but bearable ache once more. Clearly his spell-making skills left a lot to be desired.

"Why does nothing go right for me?" he asked of no one in particular.

He sighed and leaned back against the wall flicking open his sightless eyelids, only now they weren't sightless. The world was a blur of vague shapes and dull colors all of a sudden, he blinked a few times but the images became no clearer. It was a start however, he felt a flash of hope that maybe he wasn't such a bad witch after all.

His thoughts were intruded by hurried, angry footsteps surging towards him. The "cage" door was flung violently open before the demon hauled him roughly out, it lifted him to its level and sneered with a blur of yellow teeth. He felt everything shift, like when he orbed except it was not him controlling it and it wasn't an orb before the demon threw him backwards again. He hit a wall hard and fell onto the hard ground, everything seemed a lighter blur than before but the wall and floor were just as painful to be knocked into.

"What did you do witch?" the demon screamed grabbing him up by his neck, "how did you alert the witches to our location?"

"I didn't do anything," Chris told him truthfully before feeling something smash into his head and knock him to the floor.

He had never been hit that hard before in his life, he could actually feel his head ringing from the force of the blow, he put a hand to his head now throbbing painfully.

"Liar! Now tell me what you did!" the demon bellowed yanking Chris painfully up by his hair, "my brother is dead now."

"But I didn't do anything!" Chris protested fighting off tears as the demon struck him again, "stop hitting me! I don't know anything, I didn't do anything. Its not my fault!"

The demon let him drop to the ground, his anger seeming to have abated... slightly.

"I shall be back soon, don't try anything," the demon announced at the back blob of demon vanished.

Chris allowed himself a relieved breath before tasting blood in his mouth which he promptly spat out, he curled into a ball and whimpered at how much it was hurting to move. He just wanted to go home, he just wanted to be with his family even if no one else thought families were "cool" he just wanted to be with them safe at home.

He could feel tears welling in his eyes which he promptly wiped away. If Wyatt was here he would have killed all the demons and orbed home in time for dinner already, but then Wyatt wouldn't have let himself be captured in the first place but if he had he definitely wouldn't cry. Crying was for babies, that's what Wyatt said and he didn't want Wyatt to make fun of him for crying. He had to be brave and strong and keep trying to figure out a way to escape. He needed a better spell.

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