I Probably not much Piper/Chris in this one but hey I've kinda left you for days now (thanks to some annoying plot bunnies on Past Secrets and my new one False Prophecy) so here it is...
Anyway onto my wonderful reviewers:
FirePony16 – You seriously rock, you would be the reason the first couple of chapters went up so fast!!!!!!!
Meilingloveshaoran – by the way you're right about Andy (oh and guys don't bother looking in reviews to find out it was a PM)
This is my second fic (my first has had some help from my character's owner so it may be a bit longer) so it is not going to be massively long, one I am planning is but till then...
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As the bell rang at the end of school, Christopher walked out in a daze, arms limp and rucksack on his back, totally confused as to why Andy was there. The Elders had decided Wyatt and Chris didn't need a whitelighter given that they could both orb and Wyatt and Paige can heal, which lead to the question why had Andy turned up in his class? It could be that he had a charge that wasn't Chris but the Elders wouldn't have been dumb enough to send Andy, not with the history he had with the Halliwells. Although, this being the Elders they just might.
"Chris! Chris, hey wait up!" Wyatt and Sam ran out of the building following the 8 year old.
Chris slowed...slightly. The two other boys caught up gasping for breath.
"Hey. I thought you were gonna meet me after class." Wyatt said putting his arm round his brother's shoulder. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Chris shrugged. "I just forgot."
"Forgot? Chris you like never forget anything." Sam said finally deciding to speak. "Never."
"Well I did ok?" Chris snapped, throwing off his brother's arm. "Just leave it."
"Jeez, what's up with you Chris?" Wyatt said, rather annoyed at what Chris had just done.
"Yeah, you've been weird since we got that new English teacher." Sam put in.
"Look just leave it guys ok?" Chris ran off into the closest dark alley and orbed off in a shower of blue and white orbs. Sam and Wyatt ran after him sighing shimmering and orbing following the 8 year old's trail.
"Where are we?" Sam asked once they reappeared, looking round the barren waste land.
"Wherever Chris went." Wyatt said, infuriating Sam.
"Yeah well, I think I know that much seen as though I TRACKED HIM HERE TOO." Sam said shouting the last part. He pulled his jacket tighter round him shivering against the wind. "Why couldn't he have picked somewhere warmer?"
"Beats me." Wyatt said shrugging putting his jacket on. "But this is Chris. If anyone ever figures him out I'll give them a medal."
The two of them trekked over the rubble and dry soil searching for Chris. They came across him slumped against a tree, playing with a loose thread on his jacket; mumbling to himself.
"Yo, Chris!" Wyatt said running towards him slinging his bag to the ground. "What are you doing? Mom will kill you if she finds out you orbed out to, where exactly are we?"
"The old Valhalla."
"Old?"
"Yeah, too many people found out where they were so they moved."
"So how do you know where it is?"
"I don't know. I just do."
"Guys, hate to break this up but your Mom is scary when she's angry Halliwell." Sam said, interrupting the brothers' conversation.
"Don't I know it." Chris muttered. "She's scary when she's not angry too."
"And as I said, can we get moving please?"
"Yeah sure." Chris said grabbing his bag and orbing off. So maybe this hadn't been the best plan, and he was going to pay for it later; but at least Wyatt had come looking. If there was one thing Christopher Halliwell had learned how to do it was to 'Always look on the bright side of life.'
He orbed into his room, closely followed by Wyatt and Sam. Then regretted it as his Mom burst in ready to shout at him for using magic; she caught herself as she spied her eldest.
"Hi guys." She said, in such a false tone of happiness anyone could have caught it; well except Wyatt. "How was school?"
"Great." Sam, Wyatt and Chris said in the exact same tone meaning awful-as-per-but-will-great-do-so-I-don't-have-to-talk-about-it, with the face to match.
"Good. So Sam are you staying for dinner?"
Chris shot a pleading look in Sam's direction.
"Sure Mrs Halliwell, if my Dad says I can."
"Great." She said, still falsely happy. "Why don't you give him a ring? The phone's in the kitchen."
"Thanks." Sam shot downstairs. Wyatt followed suit before his Mom could force him to tidy his room. Chris attempted to leave next but was caught by Piper who hissed in his ear.
"Watch it. I'm not letting you off that easy Christopher." She let go of his arm and shot him a glare which, if looks could kill would mean Chris would have just dropped dead.
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Chris walked into English the next day nervous, he still had no idea why Andy was there, or if anyone else had realised he knew him.
"Morning Chris." Andy said with a small smile as Chris walked in.
Chris just turned away and walked off. Andy sighed, this might be harder than he thought. 'Someone remind me why I signed up for this.'
'Because I told you to.'
'Stop doing that, it's really annoying.'
Chris looked at his teacher a bemused expression on his face, he hadn't realised he was tapping in to their conversation until it was too late.
"Chris, you alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, just thought I saw something."
"You sure it's not real? I would kill to get out of here."
Chris swatted Sam on the arm. "I wish."
"Boys pay attention." Andy called from the front of the room completely unaware that Chris had just listened to his conversation with... (A/N yes I'm being evil and I'm not going to tell you.)
"Yes sir." They chorused, Chris slipping back into his usual almost comatose state and Sam occasionally prodding him to make sure he was awake. Andy watched, at least the kid had a friend.
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Chris cursed softly as he searched through his locker for his history homework. He had somehow managed to lose it in between now and last Friday, and had no idea where it would be in the mess that called its self his locker. He jumped as a hand tapped his shoulder and dropped the papers he had in his hand.
"What the..."
"Hey." Sam said. "History homework?"
"How'd you know?"
"It's always history."
"It is not my fault I have no interest in the subject." Chris said laughing.
"It's a wonder you can find anything in there anyway."
"I have a system, it's called put it in and lose it."
"Great system." Sam plucked a piece of paper out of the mess. "Here." He said.
"Thanks." Chris ran off as the bell went, Sam laughed then stopped quickly as he realised he was late too. He ran off in the opposite direction contemplating shimmering so he could get there in time.
"Maybe that wouldn't be the best idea." He muttered as he ran. "Might shock a few people if I appeared out of nowhere. Plus Cleaners? Nah, don't want to deal with them again." He shook his head remembering the last deal he and Chris had had with the Cleaners.
*****FLASHBACK*****
The hole in the wall of the Art room glared at Chris and Sam.
"Maybe taking out my frustration on the wall wasn't a good plan?" Chris said.
"No, especially not when there's cameras outside pointing at this room."
"Ah. Cleaners?"
"Gonna have to, God I hate those guys."
"They have one saving grace though, they nearly got rid of Mom one time after Wyatt conjured a dragon."
"Wyatt conjured a dragon?"
"Yeah, he was like two and decided he liked the one that was in the tv show he was watching and then boom dragon goes and destroys San Francisco."
"Cool."
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The Cleaners appeared in front of them scowling.
"We cannot hide your mistakes forever Christopher. This is the fourth time we have done so."
"Yeah, I get the idea. But you know what happened last time you tried to get rid of my Mom's kids." Chris said cockily.
"Christopher. You have one last chance, or we will erase your existence."
"Yeah, right, ok. Can you just fix it now?"
"It is done."
They disappeared. Sam gaping at Chris' apparent nonchalance at getting erased.
"What?"
*****END FLASHBACK*****
"Yeah. Not the best idea." Sam muttered as he walked into the room, late again, under his teacher's disapproving glare and slipped into his seat.
"Right, now that Sam has finally decided to join us we will begin." The entire classroom sighed; this would be a long lesson.
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Andy watched the youngest Halliwell leave that night with a sad smile on his face, full of concern for the eight year old. What on Earth did Piper think she was doing to him? He hadn't seen her in a while but he thought he knew her better than this. He orbed out.
This might be harder than he thought, especially if he had to deal with Piper.
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So, what d'you think?
I'm not overly impressed with it but I've left it for ages now so I decided I would have to update.
Ldf x
Oh and you might know who Andy was talking to, it is obvious but my sister didn't manage it so I don't know if it's overly obvious.