Chapter 3: The Resistance
Memory Lane:
The new memory they were transported to took them to a dark room in an unfamiliar house. They saw future teenage Chris putting on his shirt and heading for the door while future Clara tried to stop him.
"Chris, you need to rest. You've just been in a coma for 5 days for Christ sake!" Future Clara yelled, putting her hand at his chest.
"You were in a coma for 5 days?" Present Piper asked, shocked. Present Chris just shrugged and nodded. He could still remember the day he woke up and he found out that not only Wyatt was evil, but Krista, Cole and Coop Jr. had joined him and were evil now too. That's when he took charge.
Future Chris took future Clara's hand in his own, lifted it up to his cheek and looked at her with love in his eyes. "I'm fine, Clara. Don't worry about me. I have a plan," he said before he orbed out, future Clara sighed and threw her arms in the air before walking out of the room.
"Hmm, wonder where he get's that from," Piper mused, thinking about all the times Leo had touched her like that and then suddenly orbed out. Chris muttered something inaudible before the white smoke covered their sight once again and took them to yet another memory.
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Memory Lane:
They appeared at a new location, reliving yet another memory of Chris. The room was dark, bar from the lit candles that hung on the walls. It was empty until a whole group of people orbed in or shimmered or another use of transportation.
There were about 22, maybe a few more, including future Phoebe, Paige, Leo, Clara, and Chris. Present Chris looked at himself and knew exactly what memory this was; it was the beginning of the final, still ongoing, fight. He was 17 and one year had passed since the attack on magic school. One agonizing, painful, death-filled year.
Everyone sat down and the present Charmed ones, present Leo and present Chris looked on, intently, at the scene.
"Why did you call us here, young one?" A strange looking man asked - he had scarring all over his face and his eyes seemed dark, evil even.
Present Piper gasped as she looked around the room. "What the hell are demons and warlocks doing here?!" She all but screamed, adressing her son. Demons were not to be socialized with! Hadn't anyone learned that by now?!
"Not all demons are evil, or willing to stand by Wyatt. They're of good use," Present Chris responded.
"I called us here because something needs to be done. This can't go on any longer." Future Chris explained, sighing as he held on to Clara's hand.
One woman, a warlock, jumped to her feet and slammed her hands on the table. "If you had killed Wyatt when you had the chance, we wouldn't be needing to do anything to ensure our survival now!" She screeched, seething.
Future Chris rose from his seat and looked the warlock, Davina, straight in the eye. Suddenly, without warning, he raised his hand and shot an electrical bolt at her - she exploded withing seconds.
"Serve's the bitch right," present Paige muttered under her breath, angry by the words that female warlock spoke. Present Piper and Phoebe nodded with approval while present Leo and Chris rolled their eyes. They might not know it from each other, but they were more alike than either would ever admit.
"Anyone ever speak of Wyatt like that again, and they'll meet a worse fate than Davina. Got it?!" Future Chris said, looking at everyone in the room; they all nodded. Future Chris sat back down and returned his hold of Clara's hand.
"Now that that's out of the way, let's get down to busines. The way things are right now are not working for us, they haven't been working for us for months, since the beginning. We need to change that." Present Piper was proud as she looked at the future image of her son, taking such control in such a dreadful situation - a situation her eldest was the cause of.
"How?" Future Paige and Phoebe asked simultanuously. They had been doing the best they could, under the circumstances; Phoebe and Paige had both suffered this past year, losing children to the dark side wasn't an easy thing to deal with.
"We form a resistance against Wyatt; a group in charge of finding survivors and fighting off Wyatt's demons. But, no one touches Wyatt. No one but me," Future Chris said, the entire table of magical beings nodded.
"Where would we hide this time?" Future Leo asked in his official Elder tone.
"I already found a location and cloaked it, no one will be able to track it once we have even more protection spells covering it's location. It's big, close enough to the center of town if something comes up, but far enough not to raise suspisions. We would form teams. I'll see who can fight the best and those will be trained by myself, Clara, Leo, Paige and Phoebe. Others will be put in charge of search and rescue. There will be more groups, but that doesn't need to be discussed now." Everyone nodded, content with the flow of things.
"Look who's taking charge. Way to go!" Present Paige exclaimed; present Chris chuckled slightly at his aunt's statement.
White smoke began to fill the room and Piper protested, "Hey! I want to know more!" She exclaimed, to no use.
The Future:
Wyatt was sitting in his mother's old rocking chair, still going through the book to find anything that could help his attempts to capture Melinda. So far, he had come up empty. He coudn't find any spell that she wouldn't know about and would have prepared herself for a long time ago.
He slammed the book shut and let out a frustrated spell. He didn't want to use Melinda if it could be avoided, but he was beginning to see no other choice. He needed her out of the way to set his plans in motion. He just couldn't get to her. Chris had made sure of that!
He was letting himself get angry over his stupid little brother again. Killing Melinda would be one thing; he would think it a shame, but nothing more. Killing Chris would be something entirely different. Chris was special to him, always had been. He still hoped that he could convince Chris to join him, even after that last debacle with Bianca.
Sighing, he orbed out in a swirl of black lights, looking for a kill.
Memory Lane:
As the white smoke disappeared, Chris became angered with the new memory the sisters and Leo would see. It was not something for them to see. It was one of his special moments, for him alone, not for everyone else to witness. It was one of the last few good memories he treasured.
The Charmed Ones and Leo watched as Future Chris and Clara entered the bedroom and sat down. They began to kiss, pasionately. Present Piper made a disgusted noise.
"Eww, I so do not want to see my son having sex!" She exclaimed, covering her eyes. The others laughed and Chris sighed.
"Seriously, mom, if this would be a memory of me having sex, I would've warned you already," He explained, Present Piper let out a sigh of relief and opened her eyes.
"Hey, you called her mom!" Present Phoebe and Paige said, at the same time.
"Yeah, well, she IS my mom," Present Chris simply replied. Present Piper smiled, as did Present Leo - he was glad Chris didn't hate his mother, at least. They all continued to watch the memory.
Future Chris and Clara pulled away from each other and lay down on the bed, Clara safely in Chris' arms.
"I've missed you," Future Clare whispered, looking up at Future Chris' eyes. He cast them down, feeling guilty.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But this resistance is working. These past two months, they were good for us. We were able to kill more of Wyatt's demons and save more innocents than we had in the first year," He explained, planting a kiss on his love's forehead. She sighed.
"I know, and I'm proud of you, I am. I just wish we could go back to the way we were. Safe, carefree... together. It just feels like all you ever think of anymore is fighting, and I'm wondering if you still feel the same for me as you used to, or if I'm just someone you can come home to after a long fight," Future Clara confessed her true feelings and doubts. Future Chris looked at her in disbelief.
"Clara, don't you ever think that again. I love you. Always have, always will. You're the one that keeps me going through all of this. You're my rock. You give me strength when I think I can't go on any more. My world revolves around you. If all of this hadn't happened, I'd be planning our wedding already," He exclaimed, then looked shocked as he realized what he had just said.
"Ah, how sweet," Present Phoebe sang; Present Chris rolled his eyes.
"What happened between you two anyway? Since you ended up with Bianca," Present Leo asked, angering Present Chris. He had no right to ask that question.
"Long story," Came Chris' abrupt response.
"You w-want to m-marry me?" Future Clara asked, shocked beyond belief. Future Chris smiled.
"Only if you'll have me," He teased her.
"Always," She said honestly, with her entire heart.
"Is that an offer?" Future Chris smirked.
"Only if you're asking," Future Clara continued the game.
"In that case...," Future Chris said, then stood up from the bed, taking Future Clara with him and kneeled down before her, true gentlemen smile.
"Clara, I love you. You're my light, my hope that despite all this death and despair there is still good left in this world. You're the reason I am who I am. You hold my heart now, and you'll hold it forever. Will you marry me?" He asked, smiling, already knowing what she'd say.
"Of course. Always," She said, unshed tears in her eyes. Future Chris jumped up, took Future Clara in his arms and spun her around, overjoyed.
"Who knew you could be such a romantic," Present Paige applauded. Before anyone had time to respond to anything, white smoke appeared, transporting them to yet another memory.
TO BE CONTINUED