Chrissy.W.x wrote:Ok... Hope you like this so far.
So I moved things about one week ahead since the moment Steve turned... That is the same for the future as for the past timeline. Means if anyone of you wants to write something about what had happened right after Steve turned, then it has to be in a flashback of some sort...

Chrissy.W.x wrote: In the future...
"Hey I've found it!" Chris exclaimed as he walked from the living room into the dining room.
"Great!" Jim exclaimed with the same excitement, "so let's start brewing then."
The Elder-witch nodded as he went over to the pile of ingredients they already had gathered. He opened the book where they had marked it earlier and checked which step would be the first one.
Jim meanwhile lit up the little gas-heater beneath the calderon. "Tell me again," he asked, why are we doing this in the dining room?"
"Because Aunt Piper occupied the kitchen while, Bianca is teaching Matthew how to control his energy balls in the attic and your older self would kill us if we damage the living room," Jim replied with a smirk.
Chris nodded grinning. "Right... I knew there was a reason..." And at this both started to laugh.
Then they started the first steps following the recipe. First they put some lavender oil into the calderon, followed by some water and an egg. Then they added all kids of herbs, all the while checking with the book if they were still on the right way.
"Well if this thing works then..." Jim said.
But Chris interrupted them: "Then you really have something to be proud of... this will really give us a great advantage." And Jim nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile on the stairs the older Chris stood, leaning on the banister, watching the scene from the distance.
"It's a good thing, right?" he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. So he turned around to look directly into Wyatt's eyes who stood right behind him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Them," his brother answered gesturing over to Chris and Jim, "it's good for Jim to have a chance to spend time with him. And they really had been doing that a lot in the past week."
Chris now nodded thoughtful: "You're right. But it was also a nice experience for me... Jim is a good kid. And he dreamt of this since the day you came back from the past and told all those nice stories about me."
"Yeah..." Wyatt grinned thinking back to that time. Then he went on: "He's a lot like you, you know? Magic is the air he breathes."
Now Chris smirked: "Yeah..." But then he looked at his brother frowning: "Am I really that bad?"
"I never said that," Wyatt replied smiling. But then he turned serious again. "I'm sorry," he suddenly said.
Now Chris frowned even more, looking at the man in front of him. "For what?" he asked.
"I know you have a reason to act like you do, and I do know that you support me and Julia..." Wyatt replied. His whole appearances now seemed to be sad, but he wasn't done yet. "It's just sometimes hard to remember when you... You know, when you so openly take Michael's side."
Chris sighed at those words and pulled his brother into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. But be sure, soon this will all solved on it's own."
Wyatt separated himself from his brother to look into his eyes. Then he nodded smiling.
But right the next second the moment was destroyed when they heard something explode in the dining room.
"Sh*t!" Wyatt exclaimed and orbed down to see what had happened, Chris following instantly.

- Still in the future...

- They orbed into the dinning room only to find it filled with smoke. They heard footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen, and some coughing.
- "What happened?" Piper asked, even though Wyatt could hardly see her through the smoke. There was a lot of coughing before the smoke cleared enough to see young Chris and Jim standing over a cauldron, covered in whatever they had been brewing.
- "Too much..." Chris started, still coughing and trying to fan the smoke away with a hand. "Too much burdock root." A few more coughs followed. The smoke had finally cleared enough now, for them to see Piper, standing nearby, hands on her hips, shaking her head. She turned around then and went back into the kitchen, since there was no danger.
- "Why didn't you warn them about that?" Wyatt asked the older Chris, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
- "What? Am I supposed to remember every single little detail of what happens to me at any given time?" Chris said, defensively. Wyatt exchanged looks with young Chris and Jim, then all three turned to old Chris.
- "Yes!" They all said in unison, and everyone burst out laughing.

- In the present...

- Veronica walked into the library at Magic School. It seemed to be a habit these days. Actually, it seemed like she spent more time in the library then anywhere else. Just like everyone else. They were all here. The Elders, Silas, Odin, and Elenia were looking through the bookcases. The Charmed Ones, Leo, and Cole were sitting at the table looking through book after book. Bianca was sitting by the window watching little Wyatt, Baby Christopher, and Hope. Christopher was pacing back and forth, looking really stressed. And Tom, who must have just come back from a coffee run, was handing out cups to everyone.
- Phoebe looked up then, feeling Veronica's worry.
- "How is she, Sweety?" Phoebe asked, concerned for Nicki. They all knew that's where Veronica had been. Checking up on Nicki.
- "Same as yesterday. And the day before that. She still hasn't come out of her room. I'm not even sure if she's eaten anything. At least she hasn't touched the food I put outside her door." Veronica said, downcast, as she came over and sat down next to Phoebe. Nicki had practically gone into shock after what had happened to Steve a week ago. And hasn't left her room since. Everyone else had started looking in every book they could find to see if they could find a way to save Steve. Even Julian had returned to the Underworld to look for answers there.
- "After what she's been through, I wouldn't blame her if she never came out of her room again." Phoebe said, patting Veronica's hand. She glanced at Cole, who was sitting across from her, remembering the time she'd had to vanquished him when he was The Source, and how much that had hurt her.
- "I just hope we can find an answer to all this, so she'll have a reason to come out of her room." Paige said, slamming another book shut. No one even flinched. She had been doing that for the past four days, and no one noticed it anymore. She reached for another book from the we- haven't-checked-in-here-yet pile. Christopher walked by right in front of her then.
- "Will you stop that?! You are driving me nuts!" Paige said, annoyed, as she slammed the book down in front of her.
- "Like that's not bothering anyone?" Christopher said about the books she kept slamming.
- "No. Not like your incessant pacing!" She shot back, glaring at him.
- "Christopher." Piper spoke up then. Though the answer she got was not the one she had expected. For Baby Christopher giggled then, clearly recognizing his name. Everyone turned to see the little boy sitting between his brother and niece and looking at his mother. Piper couldn't help but smile.
- "Yes, mom?" Christopher answered after a moment, letting his mother enjoy the look on his younger self's face.
- "You're from the future. You must know how we can help Steve." She finally dared to ask. The look she gave him, almost ripped his heart out. He wanted to help, he really did.
- "You know I can't tell you anything." He replied, feeling really bad.
- "Yeah, yeah, future consequences. You know, you sound like Chris." Phoebe said, somewhat sarcastically.
- "Yeah. You're just as neurotic, too." Paige added, much more sarcastically. With everyone's attention on Christopher, no one noticed the smile forming on Bianca's face as she remembered how Chris was before he had saved Wyatt. Christopher, meanwhile, wasn't sure if he should take that as a compliment, since he admired Chris, or as an insult.
- "That's not the point. I couldn't tell you, even if I wanted to." Christopher said defensively.
- "That's a cop out!" Paige said, still in a sarcastic mood, while flipping pages in the book.
- "What do you mean?" Leo asked curiously, looking up at his grown up son.
- "I mean, I don't know what happened to Steve." He replied, discouraged.
- "How can you not know? There must be some record, one way or the other." Piper said, confused. Christopher lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed for not knowing how to help. He looked over at his little self, wondering why no one had told him.
- "No one told me what happened to Steve. I only know the destination. Not the journey." He tried to explain. Everyone looked at Odin then. Feeling the eyes on him, he slowly turned to look at the Halliwells.
- "What?" He asked, confused, looking at each in turn.
- "You taught him that, didn't you?!" Piper accused her son's Godfather. Odin was at a complete loss as to what to answer, since he hadn't even taught Christopher how to recite spells, let alone teach him anything about journeys and destinations.
- "What do you mean, no one told you?" Cole spoke up this time. Christopher was starting to get nervous with all eyes on him.
- "Just that. No one told me." He said, now starting to feel helpless on top of everything else. It had been bad enough that night when they had gotten home and everyone had found out who he was. To him, at the time, it seemed like they thought of him as just another problem to solve. So they pushed the thought out of their heads, and dove head first into the biggest problem at hand: How to save Steve.
- "But why wouldn't we tell you?" Phoebe asked, perplexed.
- "Isn't it obvious?" Silas said from his perch on top of a ladder. He looked down at everyone, finding a slightly wobbly position on the ladder, and hoping he wouldn't fall. All eyes turned to him now, letting Christopher off the hook for the time being.
- "Obvious?" Paige asked, feeling like nothing was obvious right now.
- "In the future we must have known he'd come back to the past. And by then we must also have figured out his position in the coming events. His reason for being here. And they must be tied together, otherwise we would have told him what happened to Steve." Everyone just looked at Silas like he'd grown a second head, not completely sure they understood him.
- "Or maybe whatever happened to Steve was so horrible, we didn't want to tell the children." Odin said, glancing over at the little ones then, feeling bad for even thinking that. Elenia's head dropped at the thought.
- "Don't say that! We'll get Steve back. I promise." Everyone turned to the new voice. Standing by the door was Nicki. Eyes red from crying, hair disheveled, clothes that looked like she had slept in them. But what caught them most was the look in her eyes. The look of pure determination to save the man she loved.






Well, I hope I didn't confuse too many of you with what Silas said... lol Anyway, I hope you all like it! And Chrissy and Belén, like Pamela would say: Have at it! lol

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Anyway, here is my first contribution to Part 14! I hope you like it!

Kirianna Ledräen wrote: Still in the future...

- They orbed into the dinning room only to find it filled with smoke. They heard footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen, and some coughing.
- "What happened?" Piper asked, even though Wyatt could hardly see her through the smoke. There was a lot of coughing before the smoke cleared enough to see young Chris and Jim standing over a cauldron, covered in whatever they had been brewing.
- "Too much..." Chris started, still coughing and trying to fan the smoke away with a hand. "Too much burdock root." A few more coughs followed. The smoke had finally cleared enough now, for them to see Piper, standing nearby, hands on her hips, shaking her head. She turned around then and went back into the kitchen, since there was no danger.
- "Why didn't you warn them about that?" Wyatt asked the older Chris, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
- Chris said, defensively. Wyatt exchanged looks with young Chris and Jim, then all three turned to old Chris.
- "Yes!" They all said in unison, and everyone burst out laughing.

- In the present...

- Veronica walked into the library at Magic School. It seemed to be a habit these days. Actually, it seemed like she spent more time in the library then anywhere else. Just like everyone else. They were all here. The Elders, Silas, Odin, and Elenia were looking through the bookcases. The Charmed Ones, Leo, and Cole were sitting at the table looking through book after book. Bianca was sitting by the window watching little Wyatt, Baby Christopher, and Hope. Christopher was pacing back and forth, looking really stressed. And Tom, who must have just come back from a coffee run, was handing out cups to everyone.
- Phoebe looked up then, feeling Veronica's worry.
- "How is she, Sweety?" Phoebe asked, concerned for Nicki. They all knew that's where Veronica had been. Checking up on Nicki.
- "Same as yesterday. And the day before that. She still hasn't come out of her room. I'm not even sure if she's eaten anything. At least she hasn't touched the food I put outside her door." Veronica said, downcast, as she came over and sat down next to Phoebe. Nicki had practically gone into shock after what had happened to Steve a week ago. And hasn't left her room since. Everyone else had started looking in every book they could find to see if they could find a way to save Steve. Even Julian had returned to the Underworld to look for answers there.
- "After what she's been through, I wouldn't blame her if she never came out of her room again." Phoebe said, patting Veronica's hand. She glanced at Cole, who was sitting across from her, remembering the time she'd had to vanquished him when he was The Source, and how much that had hurt her.
- "I just hope we can find an answer to all this, so she'll have a reason to come out of her room." Paige said, slamming another book shut. No one even flinched. She had been doing that for the past four days, and no one noticed it anymore. She reached for another book from the we- haven't-checked-in-here-yet pile. Christopher walked by right in front of her then.
- "Will you stop that?! You are driving me nuts!" Paige said, annoyed, as she slammed the book down in front of her.
- "Like that's not bothering anyone?" Christopher said about the books she kept slamming.
- "No. Not like your incessant pacing!" She shot back, glaring at him.
- "Christopher." Piper spoke up then. Though the answer she got was not the one she had expected. For Baby Christopher giggled then, clearly recognizing his name. Everyone turned to see the little boy sitting between his brother and niece and looking at his mother. Piper couldn't help but smile.
- "Yes, mom?" Christopher answered after a moment, letting his mother enjoy the look on his younger self's face.
- "You're from the future. You must know how we can help Steve." She finally dared to ask. The look she gave him, almost ripped his heart out. He wanted to help, he really did.
- "You know I can't tell you anything." He replied, feeling really bad.
- "Yeah, yeah, future consequences. You know, you sound like Chris." Phoebe said, somewhat sarcastically.
- "Yeah. You're just as neurotic, too." Paige added, much more sarcastically. With everyone's attention on Christopher, no one noticed the smile forming on Bianca's face as she remembered how Chris was before he had saved Wyatt. Christopher, meanwhile, wasn't sure if he should take that as a compliment, since he admired Chris, or as an insult.
- "That's not the point. I couldn't tell you, even if I wanted to." Christopher said defensively.
- "That's a cop out!" Paige said, still in a sarcastic mood, while flipping pages in the book.
- "What do you mean?" Leo asked curiously, looking up at his grown up son.
- "I mean, I don't know what happened to Steve." He replied, discouraged.
- "How can you not know? There must be some record, one way or the other." Piper said, confused. Christopher lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed for not knowing how to help. He looked over at his little self, wondering why no one had told him.
- "No one told me what happened to Steve. I only know the destination. Not the journey." He tried to explain. Everyone looked at Odin then. Feeling the eyes on him, he slowly turned to look at the Halliwells.
- "What?" He asked, confused, looking at each in turn.
- "You taught him that, didn't you?!" Piper accused her son's Godfather. Odin was at a complete loss as to what to answer, since he hadn't even taught Christopher how to recite spells, let alone teach him anything about journeys and destinations.
- "What do you mean, no one told you?" Cole spoke up this time. Christopher was starting to get nervous with all eyes on him.
- "Just that. No one told me." He said, now starting to feel helpless on top of everything else. It had been bad enough that night when they had gotten home and everyone had found out who he was. To him, at the time, it seemed like they thought of him as just another problem to solve. So they pushed the thought out of their heads, and dove head first into the biggest problem at hand: How to save Steve.
- "But why wouldn't we tell you?" Phoebe asked, perplexed.
- "Isn't it obvious?" Silas said from his perch on top of a ladder. He looked down at everyone, finding a slightly wobbly position on the ladder, and hoping he wouldn't fall. All eyes turned to him now, letting Christopher off the hook for the time being.
- "Obvious?" Paige asked, feeling like nothing was obvious right now.
- "In the future we must have known he'd come back to the past. And by then we must also have figured out his position in the coming events. His reason for being here. And they must be tied together, otherwise we would have told him what happened to Steve." Everyone just looked at Silas like he'd grown a second head, not completely sure they understood him.
- "Or maybe whatever happened to Steve was so horrible, we didn't want to tell the children." Odin said, glancing over at the little ones then, feeling bad for even thinking that. Elenia's head dropped at the thought.
- "Don't say that! We'll get Steve back. I promise." Everyone turned to the new voice. Standing by the door was Nicki. Eyes red from crying, hair disheveled, clothes that looked like she had slept in them. But what caught them most was the look in her eyes. The look of pure determination to save the man she loved.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Nicki!" Tom exclaimed. He was the closest to the door and hugged his friend now, glad to have her back from her isolation. Nicki returned the hug but then separated herself from him quickly again.
She stepped froward until she stood right in front of Christopher. She had thought about all this when she was alone. First, she was desperately sad, she felt like someone had ripped her in two. But then she realised that crying wouldn't help her nor her finance... And she was sure that Steve was not lost, somehow she was deadly sure about that. So she replayed the events in her mind again and again, trying to find a clue. But while doing that she came up with more and more questions and now was the time to get some of them answered. And Christopher would be her first victim.
"So... Christopher, right?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him in a way that made his blood froze... almost as if he was back in school sitting in one of her classes without homework. But before he had a chance to say anything she went on: "If you are here, then tell me, why didn't you know that this would happen?"
The witch-Elder sighed: "Nicki we already had that discussion... I didn't know this would happen. How could I? I'm a little kid right now!
But the woman just shook her head: "I don't mean that... But - correct me if I'm wrong - if Steve turned into an Ashon, and before he was human... than I suspect he is both... You should have know that he can transform into a demon completely!"
Now Christopher lowered his eyes and then nodded.
"Then why didn't you tell us?" Nicki asked.
"Honey, please," Veronica said, putting an arm around her friend, "for him it was a normal thing, I guess. How could he have known that this is a thing to worry about." And at this Christopher looked at her again and nodded eagerly.
Nicki narrowed her eyes at him, and asked: "So... in the future you come from, Steve is really able to switch between human and demon?" Christopher nodded lowering his head again. "And he's fine with that?" Again he nodded. "Does he still love me?"
Christopher rose his eyes at this to look into hers and said, his voice low but serious: "He loves you more than anything else in the world."
Nicki nodded and smiled slightly, thankful for that little bit of information, knowing already said too much about the future. And she also knew that with him being in the past, there was no guarantee that things would still go this way... But she still had hope.
Now she turned to the next person she wanted some answers from: Elenia.
"And you," she said, addressing her, "He is your son, you knew who his father was. Have you never thought this might happen?" But before she could answer Nicki turned to Phoebe: "And you... you yourself told me about what it is like to love a half-demon..." And turning to Cole with a look mixed of anger and disbelief: And you once were half-human half-demons, too. How could you not know this would happen to him? You were like him once, so how could you not know??????"

Chrissy.W.x wrote:I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. But I do it anyway...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Hope you like my little idea that I got this morning wile sitting in the underground train...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Victor was sitting on the sofa in the manor's living room, reading the newspaper. Since 6 days he was occupying one of the guest rooms again. When he had left and went back to LA on January 10th, he had never guessed that he would be back just a month later. But then Piper had called him, asking if he could come over to them again. She said they had a little problem to deal with and would be glad if he could help them watching the kids. Well of course he agreed immediately. And after everything at work was prepared, he packed his things and let himself be orbed over by Leo. That was six days ago...
By now he knew what was going on... He knew about Christopher being not Chris. Phoebe's suspicions about the new Senator - and he was glad that he didn't vote for that guy - but that problem stood on the very end of the list... And he knew about Steve, the main problem.
Right now his whole family was at magic school, searching for a way to fix things, while he had a moment to relax. Normally he would have gone with them since he didn't really like to be alone in that huge house, but... Paige was waiting for a mail - some kind of magic thing she had ordered online - and he offered to stay behind and pick it up.
Right then orbs appeared in front of him, forming into his thee grand- and great-grandkids, the oldest of the tree holding onto the other two.
"Wyatt? What are you doing here?" Victor asked worried.
Wyatt grinned: "We're bored..."
"But what about your mom and aunts?" he asked, knowing that they took the kids with them that day, because they wanted and needed to spend some time with them.
Wyatt meanwhile had let go of his younger brother and cousin and went over to sit down by his grandfather as he explained: "Nicki came and was not in a good mood. So I asked Aunt Anka if we could go to you and she said it was ok..."
Victor sighed at this, through he knew it were good news that Nicki came out of her room again.
"So..." he said then," what do we wanna play?" he was about to stand up to make sure that Christopher and Hope wouldn't crawl to the manor on their own (since both became really fast at this lately) when suddenly he heard Christopher's cute little voice saying "Kiki". Looking up he saw a picture that made the older man smile. On the other side of the table stood Christopher looking with his nose right over the table, holding himself upright with his hands clawed to the wood of the table.
"Oh my, Wyatt look... Your brother's first attempt to stand!" the man exclaimed proudly. The blond 3-year-old boy looked at his brother smiling, through not really understanding what was so special about that.
Victor was meanwhile about to stand up again to get Kiki, Christopher's fluffy cast he had gotten for Christmas when another pair of small hands, which appeared on the table besides Christopher made him sit down again. And a moment later another head (or better half of it) appeared next to the boy, showing the sparkling and curious eyes of Hope. The girl was a little smaller than the boy and was just barely able to look over the table but this really was a cute sight.
"I can't believe it," Victor said, "you're standing up, too!" That was indeed a surprise, but Hope always tried to do what Christopher did, so of course she did so this time, too. "Oh, Chris will be so sad that he can't see you right now..." Victor muttered.
Hearting those words, Wyatt tucked on his grandfather's sleeve saying: "No problem." And when the man turned to him the boy orbed Cole's really expensive digital camera, which of course he wasn’t allowed to take, to his hands.
Victor smiled at his clever grandson, took the camera and a few seconds later the cute picture in front of him was safely stored on the memory card inside the camera. Smiling he took the camera down, right when the front door opened.
"Anybody home?" he heard a by now familiar voice.
Meanwhile Christopher and Hope had enough of peering over the table and fell back down on their butts.
"Living room!" Victor called and a moment later Kyle stepped through the door way.
"Hey," he greeted, smiling and then went over to the kids to ruffle their hairs to say hello, too.
Victor smiled at the man. "Nice to see you again," he said, since he had last seen him during breakfast this very same day. "Paige is at the school, as you probably can guess..."
The man nodded and sat down besides him. "Did Wyatt play with Cole's camera again?" he then asked.
Victor laughed shaking his head. "No, this is my fault," he explained taking the camera again to show the man the picture he made.
Kyle smiled when he saw it, it was really a cute shot...
"Can we play now?" Wyatt asked then, feeling a little left out.
Victor nodded: "Of course we will... We both will go to the sunroom and play with your cars, what do you think?" At this Wyatt nodded eagerly. "And I'm sure I've seen Kiki sitting in the playpen, too... Uncle Kyle," he went on looking at the man, "will relax a little and then he'll follow us, right?"
"Right," the man agreed smiling, always enjoying it to spend time with the kids...

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! I love it! It's great! It's sooooo cute! I really enjoyed reading it!

I hope you like my little update... It's a little, shall we say, "explosive" (metaphorically speaking....)... *Hidding-behind-my-monitor-just-in-case*

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:- The unholy sounds could be heard from throughout the Underworld, warning off all but the bravest. Or the truly evil. And not to mention the very foolish. But not everyone down here was all that. In a disguised cave, away from prying demonic eyes, lived a strange pair. A human and a demon. Now, they definitely weren't foolish, but you could call them brave. As for being evil, well, maybe they weren't as evil as they should have been. Especially the demon, who was The Source of all Evil. Though you'd definitely think he was at this very moment.
- "Julian, where the H*ll are you going this time?!" Belthazor yelled angrily at his friend.
- "Out. The same as yesterday... And the day before that." Julian said, exasperated. He'd been saying the same thing every day for the last week. He knew why Belthazor was angry, but it was still taking a toll on him. Belthazor moved around to intercept him.
- "No. You are not going out again. Have you lost your mind?" The big red demon said, standing over the witch. His face would have been red with anger, if he'd been human. And not already red. Julian looked up at him, forcing himself to stay calm. B was just looking out for him, trying to protect him. He repeated that to himself like a mantra, wishing his friend knew a better way to deal with his emotions then blowing up like this all the time. He's a demon! Why do I keep thinking he can change? Julian thought.
- "I'm going out. With or without your approval. And I'm going to get the information I need. Now get out of my way." He told the big red demon in front of him. If anyone else had been standing there looking up at The Source, they would be shaking with fear. But not Julian. He knew Belthazor would never hurt him. They were too good of friends.
- "We can't interfere. I can't get involved. And neither should you." He said angrily, not wanting to give in, but trying to be reasonable at the same time. Ever since that night, when he watched Julian get hurt, it had driven him insane that he couldn't help. And now Julian was H*ll bent on helping the Halliwells save Steve. But for him, it wasn't that easy, he had an image to uphold as The Source. He couldn't go around helping witches vanquish demons. Even if he wanted to help. Which he did. And it was unbelievably frustrating for him to not be able to help.
- "Steve saved my life! I have to help!" Julian replied, his voice rising a little, the anger and frustration at Belthazor's fathering starting to get to him. He matched the demon's stare, glare for glare.
- "And what if the Ashon capture you? You know I won't be able to bail you out. It's already known that you have ties to the Halliwells. If they connect you to me..."
- "Right. Make this all about you! Forget that Steve is out there, going through ceremonies that will make him a full Ashon in a matter of days. Never to be good again." Julian cut him off, the anger taking over. But neither backed down.
- "This isn't about me! If they find out about our connection, the demons of the Underworld will mutiny! They will kill us both and go after the Charmed Ones and their family. Then they'll seek out every last witch on the planet and destroy them! I can't help the sisters if I'm dead. And neither can you!" Belthazor bellowed, but Julian didn't flinch. They'd known each other for too long, and been through too much.
- "You're a demon! You're not supposed to be helping witches!" He yelled back, shoving Belthazor away from him. "Now let me pass."
- "If they catch you..." The Source started.
- "They can't catch what they can't see." Julian turned invisible then and left the cave, effectively ending the conversation. The whole past week had gone pretty much the same. Belthazor would try to stop Julian from leaving, they'd get in a fight, then Julian would turn invisible and leave. Leaving Belthazor to worry about him for hours. Then Julian would return and tell him everything he'd learned, even if it was just some small nugget of information, like if Steve was alright, to something big, like the ceremonies Steve had to go through. But it always left B with a feeling of helplessness, since he couldn't freely go out and help himself. And he truly wanted to help. Never before, since their separation, had he wished for the days when he and Cole had been one. Back then, he could walk freely among his enemies, and they would never know what he really was. It was like he had a secret identity, like Superman or Batman. Well, more like The Green Goblin or Two Face. But at least he was free to go where he wished. Now as The Source, and without his human half, he was watched by Underworld factions, just waiting for him to show he wasn't loyal to them. If they found out what his true intentions were, they'd kill Julian first, then go after the Halliwells. And the Halliwells and their friends had been becoming like family to him. Losing them or Julian, they were his weakness. That, he couldn't afford for anyone to find out. And Julian's constant desire to put himself in harms way lately, just made things harder for him. How was he supposed to save his friend, if he was always running around getting into trouble?
- The frustration he'd been feeling spilled over, and he picked up a wood and metal bookshelf and threw it across the room. The wood splintered as it hit the cave wall, sending shrapnel and books everywhere. It was times like these, he was glad the cave was sound proof. And at least now he had something to focus on other than how Julian was. So he walked over to the broken shelf, the frustration gone out of him now, and started to pick up the books. As he did so, he realized he must have thrown the shelf harder than he thought, since part of the wall had been busted and a book had lodged itself in the hole. After fighting with the book for a few minutes, he finally pulled it out. Looking at the cover, he sensed something wasn't right. First, he didn't recognize the book. And he knew all the books they had down here. He should, he spent months reading them. But then, where did this one come from? He looked over where the bookcase had been, then to the wall where he had thrown it. His gaze fell to the hole where he had found the book. Leaning down to take a closer look, he realized the book hadn't lodged in there, but had been hidden there. He leaned back and picked the book back up, taking a closer look at the cover. This book shouldn't even be in the Underworld. So what is it doing here?

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Meanwhile in the future:
After the older Chris had went to the kitchen to see if he could help Piper, Wyatt looked into the calderon, before turning to the younger Chris and Jim, asking: "What are you doing here anyway?"
"We try to invent a new potion!" Jim said proudly.
Wyatt looked at him frowning, then said: "Yeah sure..." He was about to turn and leave for his room when his cousin hold him back.
"No, really," he said, "we try to make a potion that counters the dimension-shift-effect of the Monk-demons." At this Wyatt raised an eye-brow.
And Chris added: "Yea, it's supposed to work at contact make them vulnerable against our powers again. Jim found a potion in a book that we hope to be able to modify..."
Wyatt tilted his head: "If that would work..."
"Exactly!" Jim said, smiling proudly again. Chris had to grin and his cousin's attitude, but he could perfectly understand it. They were already pretty close to the solution and if they would get it to work...
But then Wyatt frowned again: "Ok... but let’s just say you make this work, then why does our Chris not use the potion already?" Jim looked at Chris who looked back at his cousin and shrugged. "So..." Wyatt then said, "maybe you should not waste your time like all the other before you did... Not even the Elder found a solution so far..."
"But..." Chris said, shaking his head. "No, Wyatt... You are wrong."
"Really?" both Wyatt and Jim now said, looking at Chris confused.
But the Elder-witch just sighed: "Even if we will get this to work, and I'm sure we will... I couldn’t use it until now because it was Jim's idea and even if I would want to I wouldn't use the potion before he invents it... Future Consequences." The last thing he added with a shrug.
"Really? I mean, you really would keep that a secret?" Jim asked.
"Of course I will... like everything else I witness here. I can't tell anyone about it..." Chris replied, now getting sad. Because he actually wanted to tell them, especially Bianca, how amazing the future is. But he also knew if he would tell them he'd probably change it.
"Now I know why no one is worried about you being here," Wyatt said. Then he patted Jim's and Chris' shoulder wishing them good luck with the potion before he left through the door to the basement.
Jim started at Chris for a moment then asked: "Shall we start new? With less burdock root this time?" Chris nodded with a smile and so they again starting with the lavender oil...
After a couple of minutes Chris suddenly asked: "I... I don't want to be noisy, but... Do you know why your dad isn't at the police anymore?"
"That one really surprised you, huh?"
Chris nodded at this. He had always thought that Kyle loved his job, but he had to find out that in the future he worked as private investigator instead.
"Well," Jim said, "I don't know everything, I mean he gave up his job before I was born... But as far as I know it was because of us. I guess it's not easy to be a cop when you are in love with a witch. And now he's working with Cole and doesn't have to write official reports anymore..."
"Yeah I guess that's a real advantage..." Chris said laughing. Then he asked: "And you? What will you do with your life?"
At this Jim shrugged: "I'm not sure. I like to be a witch-whitelighter, you know... But of course I know I need to do something... Through I'm not sure what that could be just yet. I only know that I want to help people, you know..."
Chris nodded at this. Then he said: "Well you still have time. I'm sure you'll make your way..."
Jim smiled and nodded as he added - this time less - burdock root to the mixture in the calderon...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. But I do it anyway...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:...and that only because I like that idea so much, that one that I got while PMing you, Jen... So I hope you like it, too...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Back in our time...
The underworld was not as dark as one would think. Sure, parts were so dark that you couldn't see the hand in front of your eyes. But others were not.
So there was, for example, a cave which was pretty large. It was round and in the middle were a couple of columns making sure the ceiling wouldn't crash down on those living there. There were several bright fires burning, lighting up the place, giving it a somehow welcoming atmosphere. All around the walls were little holes beaten into the stone, like alcoves one would say. Inside, on the floor, hay was laid out, just enough to give someone a place where he could have a good night of sleep. In some of those holes there even were blankets made of fur or leather. There, where there was no hole, you could find paintings on the walls, telling stories of life, of surviving, of victory...
This cave was not empty. No... In fact there were lots of beings running around in a busy way, doing what they always did on any other day. Talking, getting water to drink from a spring in the back of the cave, getting something to eat, taking care of kids playing around the bright fires, chatting with others... Yes those beings were busy with the all day life as usual. If it wouldn't have been for their appearance one would have seen no difference between them and humans.
Yeah their appearance was quite different. Those beings had grey skin, with bumps here and there. Those bumps were a sign of the age as it seems, because the kids had almost non while those who were some decades or even centuries old had quite a lot. They were wearing simple clothes made of leather, some were even wearing human clothes, probably from a witch they had killed, which made them look even more normal, in a weird way.
Well apart from being grey and having bumps and having those red eyes, they were as different in their appearans as humans, just to compare them again. There were large ones and small ones, fat ones and thin ones, and thek hair of the women had colors from blond to red to brown to black... Yes, that's what they were like - the Ashon.
In one of those alcoves mentioned before, was sitting an Ashon of still a young age, through he was by far no kid anymore. He was wearing - through torn and dirty - the clothes of a human. A jeans and a shirt. He was sitting there, on the hay, a leather blanket around his shoulders, hugging his bend knees, staring at the other side of the wall, without really seeing it. But he did notice that someone was approaching him, through he didn't move or even blink.
"Tevaal?" the female Ashon asked to get his attention, her voice surprisingly soft. She was probably a few years older than him, with long brown hair. "What are you doing here, all alone, Tevaal?" she asked, because he still didn't react to her presence.
"I don't like this name," he said, without turning to her.
"But it's your name, isn't it?" she asked with a frown.
"No, it's not... It's the name you and the others gave me, but I have another name." At this the Ashon lowered his eyes to his hands.
The female one nodded at this. Then she asked: "So, young one... what is your name then?"
Tevaal shook his head, then turned to her, distress written all over his face. He sighed: "I can't remember, Meehan. I... I just know that I had another name... And..."
"And?" Meehan asked, worried about him. The oldest of her clan had said he would adapt soon to his new life, and they had given her the task to take care of him while he got used to their ways. But the female Ashon knew that this was harder for the young one then they thought.
Tevaal had buried his face in his hands for a moment, thinking, trying to find words for what's going on inside of him. Then he turned to Meehan again, who had become a friend for him, here in this place. She always cared for him and he knew he could talk to her freely. "I'm not sure..." he said therefore, "I just remember some feelings, some pictures... but it seems all so far away. And I also feel so weird in my stomach... It's so weird that it worries me."
Meehan nodded. Then she climbed into the alcove beside him and made him rest his head on her lap. She caressed his head, trying to calm him down in the process. She knew those memories from his past life were strong, it would take some time until they would all leave him completely. But she was also pleased that he seemingly began to feel the hunger, the hunger for raw meat... "It's ok..." she whispered to him, "everything is going to be alright. Just try to sleep a little..."
"Will you stay here? make sure I won't have a nightmare again?" he asked, remembering that other time, when he had woken up filled with panic, but unable to recall his dream.
Meehan smiled at this request, glad that he trusted her. "Of course I'll stay. Just sleep, I'll protect you." And so Tevaal closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:

Chrissy.W.x wrote:I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. But I do it anyway...

But you continue to do it, and you probably always will. (I don't mind... Really!)

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Are you kidding? I LOVE it!!! It even inspired me this morning, so I added a little more then what I thought I was going to write. lol

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:- Everyday Julian came here looking for answers. And somehow he always got some. Though what he found out today was not what he had expected. He crouched nearby, invisible, listening intently. He heard every word Tevaal had said to Meehan. And he couldn't believe his ears. He knows he has another name and there's something else he's forgetting! I have to tell the others. Julian quickly but quietly got up, and left the immense cave. As soon as he thought he was far enough from the Ashon's den, he shimmered back to his own lair.

- For the past week, a great deal of questions had been asked, and many had been answered. Even Nicki's questions had been asked and answered. But she hadn't been there to hear them. So Cole took a deep breath before answering.
- "Look, Nicki, you're right. I should have seen it coming. But like everyone else here, I didn't. How could I?" He said, compassionately, taking a few steps in her direction. "It's a testament to Steve that I didn't."
- "How can you say that? Steve..." Nicki said angrily, but Cole, holding his hands up defensively, cut her off.
- "Was a good man. Is a good man." Cole corrected himself before continuing. "I was brought up by my demon mother. I was taught to hate and kill from an early age. Steve wasn't. He was brought up in a loving home. Shown compassion and kindness. How can that compare to what I went through? I watched my mother kill my father when I was only a few years older then Wyatt. I was able to control my ability to switch between myself and Belthazor. As far as any of us know, Steve never turned before. He was, is good. Whether or not he could change into an Ashon was never an issue. It never occurred to us, because we never believed it could happen." Nicki was looking up at Cole, tears filling her eyes. He was right, she realized. But it didn't change the fact that Steve was with the Ashon right now, and not with her.
- "Sweetie, I know this is hard. And it's only going to get harder from here, trust me. But I promise you, we will find Steve and bring him home." Phoebe said, compassionately, taking her place next to Cole, and drawing Nicki's attention. The tears spilling down her cheeks as she lowered her head to look at the Charmed One. Her composure was slowly returning. She knew she could trust the Charmed Ones. Saving innocents was what they did. And they would save Steve. They just had to figure out how.
- "Honey," Elenia came up and put her hand on Nicki's shoulder, turning her to face her. "Steve's father was evil, even for an Ashon. But Steve is nothing like his father. What happened to him, it happened while he was trying to protect you. Because he loves you so much, the very thought of anything happening to you would drive him insane." Nicki looked at her, shocked, but before she could say anything, Elenia went on. "I'm not blaming you. Nor am I blaming his love for you. To be loved like that is... it's something you hold on to and never let go. I obviously overlooked his father's genes. What his father was. But by the time it even occurred to me, it was too late. Now we just have to find a way to bring him back." The determination in Elenia's voice gave Nicki hope. She looked around the room then, taking in everyone's determined looks. She knew they were all going to help her get Steve back. The only question left now was, how were they going to do it?

- Oblivious to the mess around him, Belthazor was completely engrossed in the mysterious book he had found. So much so, he hadn't even heard Julian return. But the mess was very apparent to Julian. He looked around the cave, gape mouthed, in shock at the destruction. He looked for signs of a struggle, thinking Belthazor had been attacked after he'd left. But as soon as he saw the big red demon sitting peacefully in a chair, apparently unhurt, reading a book, he relaxed a little. Though only a little.
- Julian walked over to Belthazor, stopping a foot from him, crossing his arms over his chest, and scowling down at him. The Source never even noticed him. So he cleared his throat, startling his friend and gaining his attention.
- "Julian! I didn't hear you come in." Belthazor said excited, completely oblivious to Julian's demeanor. "You will never guess what I found!"
- "Why is the cave in shambles?" Julian asked, irritated, ignoring Belthazor's enthusiasm.
- "I, ah... Look what I found! I think it..." He started, ignoring the witch's question, but getting cut off by the glare that was directed at him. "Sorry." He apologized, a sheepish look on his face. The unusual and comic sight would have had Julian laughing under different circumstances, but too much was at stake at the moment. The witch let out a sigh before speaking.
- "Just clean it up," Belthazor, head lowered, started to get up. "Later. I have something important to tell you." Julian informed him, lowering himself into a crouching position. The demon looked at him, surprise on his face, as he lowered himself back into the chair. Julian continued. "Steve knows there is something wrong. He knows there's something missing in his memories."
- "I thought you said he'd forgotten who he was?" The Source said, baffled. Two days ago, Julian had returned from his stakeout, only to report that Steve no longer remembered who he was. As if he'd had his memory wiped clean. Julian knew it was the result of the ceremonies being performed on him. But that something was now coming through, only meant good things for them.
- "I did. But Steve must be stronger then any of us thought. Including the Ashon. He's going to be harder for them to corrupt then originally planned. Which means our window is a little wider then we expected. They'll have to perform more intense ceremonies in the next few days if they want him completely. If he's remembering..." Julian said, hopeful. If Steve could break though the magic, there was hope for him yet.
- "What are you going to do now?" Belthazor asked after a few moments of silence.
- "I think it's time to tell the Charmed Ones what we know."
- "No. Not yet." The demon countered, a contemplative look in his eyes. Julian looked at him, bewildered.
- "Why not?" Belthazor locked eyes with him and held up the book he'd found.
- "Because I think I may have found a way to save him." Julian's eyes drifted to the book in his friend's hand. Beneath the dust and grim from being hidden in the wall for who knows how many years, a thin strip of gold could be seen in the binding. There were no books like that in the Underworld. Only Up There. Julian's mouth dropped with shock. He looked back at Belthazor, the importance of the situation hitting him like a wave.
- "I want to read more before we tell them anything. I think this book is the key to saving him." Julian nodded in agreement. Then taking a deep breath, he stood up.
- "I'll go back to watch Steve, then. See what else I can find out. I'll be back in a couple of hours. We'll talk more then." Julian left the cave, feeling like they were finally getting somewhere. Steve's own breakthrough and now finding that book, it could only mean one thing. Steve was meant to be saved.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:

Chrissy.W.x wrote:I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. I know I shall not quote myself. But I do it anyway...

But you continue to do it, and you probably always will. (I don't mind... Really!)

And I might do so this time, too... because there is another idea forming in my head right now but I can#t catch it yet. So depending on how fast you update or not I might do it again soon...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Are you kidding? I LOVE it!!! It even inspired me this morning, so I added a little more then what I thought I was going to write. lol

*blushing* Thanks but yours is great as well... Through I... Well I thought, if you don't mind, we could describe the Ashon less violent....????? I mean they are violent, they are demons after all... But in this case... can they just have no big plan behind all this than caring for one of their own? I mean sure, they do it in a violent and disgusting way with the ceremonies and all, but can it be just their normal way??? If you don't mind???? because if Steve will make peace with his demonic half as Christopher knows from his future, then ... well would you do that if they just have evil thoughts in mind??? if it would be you??? So I thought that Steve maybe finds some understanding for them at the end... or something... What do you think???? In case what I wrote here made any sense to you... *lol*

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Meanwhile in the future...
Then potion in the pot had just turned a lighter shade of yellow as Chris stirred it carefully. "Yeah that's what I wanted it to be..." he muttered with a smile.
Jim, who was meanwhile cutting the stems of blue poppy, stopped his work for a moment to look into the calderon, too, grinning excited. Just two more steps and they would be done, and then he would...
His thoughts were interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. "Go," he said to Chris with a nod of his head, "I'll take care of the potion."
Chris nodded with a sigh, not really wanting to leave at this point. But then he went down the hallway to open the door to find out whoever want something from them. But he had never expected what was happening next.
As soon as he had opened the door wide enough a woman threw herself at him, kissing him without warning. Chris was shocked and not able to react as those lips were pressed against his own, kissing him with passion. But when he felt a tongue seeking for entrance he finally snapped out of it and pulled away.
"What?" the woman asked irritated.
Chris frowned: "Well..." He looked at her trying to put her somewhere. She had long blond hair and very light blue eyes, which seemed familiar, but...
"I'm sorry ok..." she said while Chris turned his head into the direction of the dining room.
"Jim I need help here!" he called slightly desperate.
"Just a second," came his cousin's reply.
Meanwhile the woman had went on talking, ignoring Chris' words: "I know I was acting like a *, but I know you forgive me, do you?" And as soon as those words were spoken her lips were on his again.
But this time Chris reacted much sooner than before and pulled her away again, holding her by her shoulders. "Look I..." he tried, but didn't really know what to say.
"Oh come on," the woman said, freeing herself. "I know you missed me, didn't you?" And before she had a chance to stop her she kissed him again.
And while Chris thought for a moment that this was getting ridiculous, while he tried to push her away again, he heard a giggle coming from outside the house, while a heartily laughter come from the inside. Chris then finally pushed her off of him again and said now a little angry: "Would you stop that, please?!" Then he turned to see who this giggle belonged to, since that laughter clearly belonged to his cousin. He blushed furiously when he noticed it was Bianca, who just came home from grocery shopping, pushing the pram with Liam in it, and tow large bags hanging on either side of it, up the driveway.
"It's not what you think!" he called to her, hoping she wouldn't be mad at him.
But her face only showed amusement as she came closer saying: "I know..."
"Can anybody tell me what's going on here?" the blond woman now asked, suddenly confused by the turn of events.
That was when Jim stepped to them. He patted the girls shoulder and let her inside with the words: "That's a long story Lissy , and you better should sit down first, before we tell you."
Meanwhile Chris turned to his wife again and after a he shook his head to clear his mind he went to help her get the pram up the stairs. "Who is that?" he asked still confused.
"That, my dear husband, is Christopher's girlfriend Melissa Benson," she said still laughing.
"That's not funny," Chris stated.
But his wife laughed even more: "Yes it is... and it's such an nice payback for when you let me kiss Christopher 23 years ago... You remember that???"
The Elder-witch winced at this reminder. Bianca had not really been angry at him, but for a while she liked to remind him of that incident... But then he froze looking at his wife, as he suddenly realised what she had just said. "Wait? Melissa Benson? THAT Melissa Benson????"
"Yeah... the new-future version of your first crush from elementary school who you even dated as far as you told me..."
Chris swallowed as he noticed a little bit of jealousy in her voice, while she had picked Liam out of the pram. Then he said, while he closed the door behind them: "Well she definitely has grown..." And as he saw his wife's raised eyebrow he added: "But really, your are much more beautiful than her, you always was and you always will be." He paused and smiled at her, while she looked at him with love-filled eyes. Then he added: "And if that wouldn't all be so weird I would kiss you right now to prove my point... But even if you don't believe me, I'm a little afraid of myself in case he catches us... or if I catches us... God I hate time travel."
Now Bianca laughed heartily, which effectively gained them the attention of the two people sitting on the sofa as they entered the living room.
"So... you really are not my Christopher?" the woman asked, her cheeks deep red by now.
Chris shook his head. "No I'm not... Sorry."
"No no," she said quickly, "I'm the one who should apologize. And I truly am sorry. I really didn't know... You see, Chrissie and me we had a little fight two weeks ago and..."
"Wait..." Chris said, interrupting her. Yeah she really was like the Lissy he remembered, talking like a machine gun. "You call him Chrissie?"
Lissy blushed even more: "Yeah..." And after a short break she added. "God, I hope he's alright..."
Jim shrugged at this: "We're pretty sure he is... I mean... Piper and Leo said they remember what happened in the past by now... And they said he's fine."
"You didn't tell me that?" Chris now said.
"He's not supposed to," Bianca added, "some things are meant to be kept secret, you know that."
Chris rolled his eyes: " Yeah I know... Future consequences..."
Bianca smiled at him, then she turned to Lizzy: "If you help me unpack the groceries I'll make us a tea..." The woman agreed and quickly followed the Phoenix out of the room.
"So she knows about us being witches?" Chris asked his cousin as he got up from the sofa, too.
"Yeah, she does... you hardly can keep such a secret for over 10 years from someone who's close to you..."
The Elder-witch nodded at this, as they went back to their portion. Both smiled as they looked into the calderon, where now a clear ice blue liquid was slightly boiling.
"I guess it's ready," Jim said, his voice filled with excitement. He grasped a vial and filled it with the potion.
Chris agreed. Then he asked: "You sure you wanna do this alone?"
"You know you can't come with me to test this..." Jim said grinning, "Chris told you it's too dangerous for you to go to the underworld... So listen to yourself for once..."
The Elder-witch grimaced: "But please don't go alone, get yourself some help, ok? And be careful."
His cousin nodded: "I'll grab Wyatt on the way..." then he orbed off. Chris sighed following the lights which disappeared through the ceiling. Then he turned around to fill the remaining vials.

In the present...
- The alley was long and dark. Strange sounds were coming from the back end, making him nervous. He walked slowly towards the clamor, a light finally appearing at the end. As the light grew stronger, the noises became clearer. Voices could be heard indistinctly among the cacophonies of battle. An energy ball suddenly drifted passed his head, forcing him to duck. He looked back at the scorch mark it made on the nearby wall, fear gripping his stomach at the near miss. Turning back to the light, he forced himself forward. The voices were becoming clearer the closer he got, but he still couldn't make out what was being said. Then suddenly he was there.
- There were two groups in front of him. His family, the Ashon, was on the right. He knew he should know the humans on the left, but their names eluded him. And both sides were fighting against each other. One Ashon, whom he'd only recently met, was suddenly blown up. A retaliatory energy ball hit a brown haired young man square in the chest, sending him sprawling. His eyes followed the young man's flight, only to see it land in a pile of other bodies. Human bodies. He counted five. His gaze then went to the Ashon, where he saw three bodies, and two dust piles. The two sides were killing each other one by one, and there were only three left on either side. Make that two left.
- One female Ashon, and one male Ashon were left on one side, along with two female humans on the other. Obviously the male Ashon and the older female human were the strongest of their sides. The blasts they send at each other, which could have destroyed an entire city block, ripped the two to pieces, but somehow missed their younger companions.
- There was now only a single light on, barely keeping the darkness at bay. All the bodies, human and Ashon, were lost in the shadows. Only the two women were left. And for the first time they seemed to notice him. They were both sprawled on the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds, reaching out to him, calling his name.
- "Tevaal, please help me!" The female Ashon pleaded, coughing up blood. He took a few steps towards her, trying to see her face through the shadows. And then he recognized her, it was Meehan. His heart started to race at the sight of his friend like this. Then he heard the human speak.
- "Steve! Please! I need you! Help me!" What a strange name he thought. But something was familiar about it. He turned to her, curious, taking a cautious step in her direction. She had a huge gaping wound in her chest. It was a miracle that she was still alive, let along still able to speak. He caught sight of her eyes then, and was immediately drawn in. He knelt down next to her head, searching her eyes for something. Some truth he knew he'd forgotten. There was love there, in this girl's eyes. And fear. Fear of losing him. He knew this girl, that much he was sure, but her name continued to elude him.
- "Tevaal! Help me!" He heard Meehan say again. He looked back at her, feeling so sorry for her. The wounds she had... nothing short of a miracle could save her now.
- "Steve! I'm so sorry." The human girl said, looking up at him with sorrow filled eyes. The light in them had dimmed in the few moments it had taken him to look at Meehan. And as he watched, the light, and life, left her completely. His breathing started to become ragged, his hands curling into fists. The sound of hurricane force winds filled his ears, his heart pounded like a drum against his chest. And then he spoke, quietly at first, then increasing in volume as his anguish rose up, almost choking him. "No, no, no, no, No, No, No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

- Tevaal woke with a start, his heart pounding against his chest. The hurricane winds drowning out all sound. It took him a few minutes to get his breathing under control. And as he did, the winds subsided and his heart slowed, and the realization that someone was talking to him finally hit him.
- The voice was soft but terrified. Worried about him. He turned to look where the voice was coming from, and came face to face with Meehan, eyes full of terror and tears. Others had gathered as well, for he not only yelled in his dream, but also for real. The faces were all concerned, worried about their Ashon brother. A young one stood nearby holding a small cup filled with water out to him, a fearful look in his little red eyes. Tevaal accepted it graciously, drinking it down quickly, to satiate his parched throat.
- The eyes were still on him, watching, worrying. He suddenly felt Meehan's hand on his shoulder and turned to her again.
- "Are you alright? You scared me half to death!" The concern in her voice was clear, and matched that in her eyes. He smiled at her, to reassure her that it was okay, it was over.
- "I'm," a huge coughing fit hit him as he tried to speak, his dry throat not letting him explain. The little boy picked up the cup Tevaal had dropped, and ran to the spring to get him some more water. Meanwhile Meehan motioned for everyone to back up and give him some room. The little boy was soon back, a cup in both hands this time. Tevaal greedily drank them both before trying to speak again.
- "I'm fine. Truly." Another cough. "Please, go back to what you were doing." Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, eventually leaving Tevaal alone with Meehan and the little boy. Tevaal smiled at the youngster, reached over to mess his hair.
- "You can go play now, Savale." The little boy looked at him for a moment longer, then got up and ran off. "Thank you!" Tevaal added as an afterthought, holding up the cup as he did. Meehan watched him for a moment more before speaking.
- "It was another nightmare, wasn't it?" She asked, feeling sorry for him after everything he'd been through to find his family.
- "Yes, it was. I'm sorry I scared you. I scared myself." He told her honestly. She had become such a sweet friend since he'd gotten here. He didn't know how he could have spent his life before without knowing her.
- "Do you want to talk about it? Your nightmare?" She asked, lightly prodding. She hoped if he talked about them, maybe they could figure out what was causing them, and he'd stop having them. He shook his head, looking away.
- "I don't remember. I don't remember any of it." He lied. He looked over at her, his face set in a mask, not showing what he was thinking or feeling. She just nodded.
- "I'll go get us something to eat. Maybe we can loosen your memory a bit once there is some food in your belly." Meehan got up then, and Tevaal watched her go. The image of her broken, bleeding body, flashing in front of him. He turned his head away. He hadn't wanted to tell her this dream. It was too horrible to bare. All those people, dead. People on both sides he knew who were his friends. No, he couldn't tell Meehan about that dream. He couldn't tell anyone about it. At least until he figured out what it meant...




Well, I hope you like you! And that was just a dream, not a premonition... Oh, and before I forget, when did Bianca go out for groceries? Last time I "saw" her, she was upstairs helping Matthew practice with his energy balls......

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Sorry girl, not this time. I got inspired in that last PM, so I thought I'd write it right away... lol Hope you like it!!

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Well, I hope you like you! And that was just a dream, not a premonition... Oh, and before I forget, when did Bianca go out for groceries? Last time I "saw" her, she was upstairs helping Matthew practice with his energy balls......

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:In the present...
- The alley was long and dark. Strange sounds were coming from the back end, making him nervous. He walked slowly towards the clamor, a light finally appearing at the end. As the light grew stronger, the noises became clearer. Voices could be heard indistinctly among the cacophonies of battle. An energy ball suddenly drifted passed his head, forcing him to duck. He looked back at the scorch mark it made on the nearby wall, fear gripping his stomach at the near miss. Turning back to the light, he forced himself forward. The voices were becoming clearer the closer he got, but he still couldn't make out what was being said. Then suddenly he was there.
- There were two groups in front of him. His family, the Ashon, was on the right. He knew he should know the humans on the left, but their names eluded him. And both sides were fighting against each other. One Ashon, whom he'd only recently met, was suddenly blown up. A retaliatory energy ball hit a brown haired young man square in the chest, sending him sprawling. His eyes followed the young man's flight, only to see it land in a pile of other bodies. Human bodies. He counted five. His gaze then went to the Ashon, where he saw three bodies, and two dust piles. The two sides were killing each other one by one, and there were only three left on either side. Make that two left.
- One female Ashon, and one male Ashon were left on one side, along with two female humans on the other. Obviously the male Ashon and the older female human were the strongest of their sides. The blasts they send at each other, which could have destroyed an entire city block, ripped the two to pieces, but somehow missed their younger companions.
- There was now only a single light on, barely keeping the darkness at bay. All the bodies, human and Ashon, were lost in the shadows. Only the two women were left. And for the first time they seemed to notice him. They were both sprawled on the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds, reaching out to him, calling his name.
- "Tevaal, please help me!" The female Ashon pleaded, coughing up blood. He took a few steps towards her, trying to see her face through the shadows. And then he recognized her, it was Meehan. His heart started to race at the sight of his friend like this. Then he heard the human speak.
- "Steve! Please! I need you! Help me!" What a strange name he thought. But something was familiar about it. He turned to her, curious, taking a cautious step in her direction. She had a huge gaping wound in her chest. It was a miracle that she was still alive, let along still able to speak. He caught sight of her eyes then, and was immediately drawn in. He knelt down next to her head, searching her eyes for something. Some truth he knew he'd forgotten. There was love there, in this girl's eyes. And fear. Fear of losing him. He knew this girl, that much he was sure, but her name continued to elude him.
- "Tevaal! Help me!" He heard Meehan say again. He looked back at her, feeling so sorry for her. The wounds she had... nothing short of a miracle could save her now.
- "Steve! I'm so sorry." The human girl said, looking up at him with sorrow filled eyes. The light in them had dimmed in the few moments it had taken him to look at Meehan. And as he watched, the light, and life, left her completely. His breathing started to become ragged, his hands curling into fists. The sound of hurricane force winds filled his ears, his heart pounded like a drum against his chest. And then he spoke, quietly at first, then increasing in volume as his anguish rose up, almost choking him. "No, no, no, no, No, No, No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

- Tevaal woke with a start, his heart pounding against his chest. The hurricane winds drowning out all sound. It took him a few minutes to get his breathing under control. And as he did, the winds subsided and his heart slowed, and the realization that someone was talking to him finally hit him.
- The voice was soft but terrified. Worried about him. He turned to look where the voice was coming from, and came face to face with Meehan, eyes full of terror and tears. Others had gathered as well, for he not only yelled in his dream, but also for real. The faces were all concerned, worried about their Ashon brother. A young one stood nearby holding a small cup filled with water out to him, a fearful look in his little red eyes. Tevaal accepted it graciously, drinking it down quickly, to satiate his parched throat.
- The eyes were still on him, watching, worrying. He suddenly felt Meehan's hand on his shoulder and turned to her again.
- "Are you alright? You scared me half to death!" The concern in her voice was clear, and matched that in her eyes. He smiled at her, to reassure her that it was okay, it was over.
- "I'm," a huge coughing fit hit him as he tried to speak, his dry throat not letting him explain. The little boy picked up the cup Tevaal had dropped, and ran to the spring to get him some more water. Meanwhile Meehan motioned for everyone to back up and give him some room. The little boy was soon back, a cup in both hands this time. Tevaal greedily drank them both before trying to speak again.
- "I'm fine. Truly." Another cough. "Please, go back to what you were doing." Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, eventually leaving Tevaal alone with Meehan and the little boy. Tevaal smiled at the youngster, reached over to mess his hair.
- "You can go play now, Savale." The little boy looked at him for a moment longer, then got up and ran off. "Thank you!" Tevaal added as an afterthought, holding up the cup as he did. Meehan watched him for a moment more before speaking.
- "It was another nightmare, wasn't it?" She asked, feeling sorry for him after everything he'd been through to find his family.
- "Yes, it was. I'm sorry I scared you. I scared myself." He told her honestly. She had become such a sweet friend since he'd gotten here. He didn't know how he could have spent his life before without knowing her.
- "Do you want to talk about it? Your nightmare?" She asked, lightly prodding. She hoped if he talked about them, maybe they could figure out what was causing them, and he'd stop having them. He shook his head, looking away.
- "I don't remember. I don't remember any of it." He lied. He looked over at her, his face set in a mask, not showing what he was thinking or feeling. She just nodded.
- "I'll go get us something to eat. Maybe we can loosen your memory a bit once there is some food in your belly." Meehan got up then, and Tevaal watched her go. The image of her broken, bleeding body, flashing in front of him. He turned his head away. He hadn't wanted to tell her this dream. It was too horrible to bare. All those people, dead. People on both sides he knew who were his friends. No, he couldn't tell Meehan about that dream. He couldn't tell anyone about it. At least until he figured out what it meant...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:After Kyle had relaxed a a good 15 minutes - with his eyes closed and his feet on the coffee table - he decided that he needed a cup of coffee. So he went to the kitchen to get himself a cup full of the hot liquid.
But when he entered, he was surprised to find Victor by the fridge. "Didn't you want to play with Wyatt?" he asked as he went closer.
Victor looked up as he pulled two bottles of beer out of the fridge and closed it's door with the elbow. "Yeah, well I did, but then I asked him to play alone for a moment since I wanted to have a talk with you." And with the last work he offered a beer to the young man in front of him.
"With me?" Kyle asked surprised as he took the bottle and sat down hesitatingly, unsure what this was all about.
Victor nodded thoughtful as he sat down facing him. He wasn't sure how to start this kind of conversation, and he wasn't even sure if it was the right thing to do, but somehow he felt it was...
"What about?" Kyle asked, when Victor kept silent while he opened his bottle and took a gulp. Kyle meanwhile did the same.
Then Victor spoke: "You know... I may not be blood related to Paige, but over the last couple of years she became like a daughter for me, in a way.... I mean, I would never claim that position, since she has a father, but... Well, I care about her, you know?"
Kyle nodded smiling: "And if I'm right she cares about you, too."
Victor smiled back at the man, feeling more and more awkward, but said: "Thanks."
For a moment they kept both silent, drinking their beer. It wasn't an uncomfortable silent, but both men knew that this talk wasn't finished yet. So Kyle finally asked: "And?"
Victor sighed: "You spend a lot of time here, lately. Do you?"
Now Kyle smiled, finally understanding what this was about. But still he couldn't help the blush as he nodded. "I guess..."
"Well," Victor went on, "in the last six days since I'm here I saw you... well six days."
"Yeah," Kyle agreed with a smile.
The older man smiled, too, and then added: "Everybody likes you here, you know... And the kids, they adore you."
Kyle took a sip from his bottle and smiled before he said: "Yeah I like those three, too. They are really cute."
Victor agreed on that. "Yeah, I guess it's hard to not like them. They all are just amazing, and so adorable."
For a moment both men kept silent, just drinking their beer, only looking at the bottle, or the table. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but both knew that this talk wasn't finished, yet.
After a couple of moments Victor finally asked: "How much do you pay for your apartment?"
Now Kyle choked on his beer: "What?"
"Well, I was just wondering... Why don't you move in here completely, since you already practically live here. It would save you some money for sure. And you wouldn't have to go the extra way to your apartment every morning to get fresh clothes," he explained with a chuckle. But then he added with a serious voice: "I'm sure Paige would like that idea, too, because she really loves you."
"I know she does," Kyle said, "as much as I love her, but... I'm not sure if we are ready for that. I mean so far we always had the knowledge that we don't have to spend every night together. If we wanted a little more space or privacy we could have that."
Victor nodded: "But so far it seems to me that you don't really need that, at least not the last six days."
"Actually the last three weeks," Kyle stated. But then he added: "And then there are the demons. So far Paige could always orb me home when there was a danger."
"Yeah," Victor agreed, "but she also could orb you to magic school."
Kyle nodded at that. very thoughtful, wondering if Victor was right, if they really should give this a try. But then again he feared that it still was too early. He sighed, a little frustrated. So far he never had wondered if things went too fast, in his former relationships. But maybe that was the reason why it never had worked out in the end. But this time, this time he really wanted this. Paige was just special and for nothing in this world he wanted to risk losing her.
"Look," Victor said then understanding the man's inner conflict, "I won't talk you into anything you aren't ready for. I just thought... Well you know I'm not that young anymore and things are working good for me with my job and all in LA. And since my boss knows I have a large family over here which I like to visit a lot he offered me to go into a partly retirement. I would earn a little less but still enough and had only to work half of the time anymore. So I thought that... I thought it would be a nice thing to agree and then I could work two weeks in LA and spend two weeks here with my family and so on... So... If you are looking for someone to take over your apartment..."
Now Kyle laughed, he laughed from deep down inside his heart, making Victor laugh, too. "So that is this about?" he said then as he tried to catch his breath again. "You want me to move in here so that you can have my apartment?" And they both laughed again.
Then Victor shrugged. "Not only... I somehow know that you will live here eventually, you just belong together... but I thought it was a good deal..."
"Ok... I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything..."
And again both man laughed with all their hearts.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Hope you are going to like this...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Nicki had taken a few calming breaths. Then she straightened herself and asked, looking around at everyone: "So what do we have so far?"
"Well," Odin said as he stepped forward, "we are quite sure by now that Steve didn't transform before because it seems the Ashon mature in power at the age of 20. So it's the most likely scenario that Steve simply wasn't able to transform before, because he was lacking that power. Also the fact that his own forcefield didn't work that night could be related to that."
"Yeah," Piper now went on, "it seems that's a defence mechanism of the young Ashon, since they are less strong, and it seems they lose that ability when they do grow up."
Nicki frowned at this: "Why did Steve never say anything about this? He read every book about the Ashon he could find..."
Now everyone looked down, avoiding eye contact. Only Bianca sighed and then said: "Because he didn't had the right books, Nicki. This library, same as the one of the Elders is very useless when it comes to those demons. But Julian brought us some books a couple of days ago."
Nicki snorted at this: "So they knew... they knew all along! I always knew it was a bad idea to trust the source like you did."
"Hey that's not fair!" Cole and Christopher said at the same time. And then the latter added: "As far as I'm informed, Steve was down with them in the afternoon before... you know..." He couldn't bring himself to say 'before he turned into a demon'. It didn't really fit to the situation. But they understood him anyway: "Julian tried to talk to him, make him see this problem, but Steve didn't listen... he didn't even listen to me, when I tried to talk to him."
Nicki looked at him with narrowed eyes, than nodded. She knew how Steve had acted the last days before the event. God, that evening when they had that pick nick she really thought things would be fine, now... How wrong she was... But she had to focus now, for him. "Ok... so why don't Steve just switch back... I mean, you could do that, too, Cole... Why can't he?"
Cole shrugged: "I guess he doesn't know how..."
"And the Ashon surely won#t help him," Tom stated with a bitter voice, interrupting the witch.
Cole just gave him a cold look, then said: "Or they don't know how to do so, either. As far as I know there was never a Ashon-human-mix reported, while I was living down there, too. And being half human was always a pretty big deal."
"Why do I have the feeling you defend them all the time?" Tom now asked turning to the EX-demon.
"Ok, could you please STOP this?" Nicki asked, raising her hands before Cole could give another reply. Fro a moment there was an uncomfortable silence. hen Nicki asked: "Have we any idea how to get him back and to get him back into his own shape?"
Christopher was just about to remark that Steve's current appearance was as much his shape as the other, and that it was time for everyone to accept that.
But Elenia came first, answering the question: "Not yet... through we have some ideas. We also thought about creating a similar potion (was it a potion?) that once freed Cole from his demon.
"NO!" Christopher, Cole and this time also Phoebe and Leo exclaimed. Tom, Veronica and Elenia rolled their eyes at this, feeling that the same discussion would break lose like so many time before in the last days.
But Nicki turned to Christopher curious, while he faced the female Elder with a frustrated stare.
"Why?" she asked, making everyone turn to her. "Why do you wanna do this, when Christopher says, in the future he's fine with having both sides in him..."
"Hurray, finally somebody is listening!" Christopher exclaimed, but no one really paid attention to him.
Instead Elenia tried to argue with her future daughter in law, but Nicki was stubborn. "I won't risk his and our future because of that. If Steve is fine with this, so am I... and dare anyone of you to touch him... Got it!?!?!" With this said she turned to Cole. "If you have a moment, I'd like to talk to you in private..." Cole nodded. and followed the young witch out of the room, leaving the - still shocked - others behind.

grin.
- "Oh wait! I just remembered what it was I forgot to get. Can I come along?" Bianca asked, coming up next to her husband, who just about to go out the door.
- "Of course, Sweetheart." He answered smiling down at her.
- "Give me ten minutes. I have to change Liam first." She said before turning and heading towards the bathroom.
- "Okay." He said, letting go of the door handle.
- "I can change him for you. And watch him." Past Chris offered, moving to intercept Bianca.
- "That's okay. I have to meet Phoebe in half an hour for some shopping anyway, and she wants to spoil him." The Phoenix said, declining his offer.
- "I can't wait until she has grandkids of her own to spoil." Both Chrises said in unison, causing everyone to laugh.
- "Me too." Piper said smiling broadly.
- "You just want her to have grandkids so you can spoil them." The older Elder-Witch said, smiling mischievously.
- "Of course. She's my little sister. It's perfect payback." She said, mirroring her son's grin.
- "I'll be right back." Bianca said, laughing, as she left the room. Melissa, who'd kept quiet during the family moment, moved forward now.
- "I guess I should go, too. I have so many things to do before Chrissie comes home. It was nice seeing everyone. And it was nice to meet... you, Chris." She said a little awkwardly, before heading for the door.
- "Here, let me." The older Chris said, opening the door for her, while suppressing a smirk. The second the door was closed behind her, he started laughing. Piper lightly backhanded him in the chest.
- "It's not funny." She said, starting to laugh herself. Past Chris started to turn red then, knowing that they were laughing about what had happened when Melissa had arrived.
- "Why don't you two go wait in the car for Bianca? I'm sure she'll be there any minute." He said, not liking the smirks they were sending at him.
- "Nah. It's much more fun waiting here and teasing you." His older self said.
- "Don't you mean teasing you?" The younger Elder-Witch said smugly. The older one's face dropped. Piper burst out laughing again.
- "I'm going to go wait in the car." Older Chris said, slightly annoyed, and headed out the door. The other two started to laugh again for a minute or two. As her laughing quieted, Piper looked around the room and noticed the mess on the dining room table.
- "Chris?" She asked.
- "Yes mom?" He answered, feeling like he was about to be grounded.
- "Can you clean up your mess in the dining room while I'm gone?" She said, motioning to the table with her eyes. Chris followed her gaze, and sighed.
- "Yeah, of course." He said, turning back to her.
- "Okay, we're ready. Where's Chris?" Bianca said as she came back to the foyer.
- "He's waiting for us in the car. So we should get going. Later Chris." Piper said, while opening the door.
- "Say bye to daddy." Bianca said lifting Liam's little hand to wave at Chris.
- "You're going to confuse him doing that." Chris said, laughing.
- "Oh, pff. See you later, Chris." She said, as she walked out the door, Piper following. Chris stared at the door for a minute, shaking his head. Then, taking a breath, he turned around and went to work cleaning up the mess he and Jim had made.





Well, now I'm off to go read New Moon, and watch Ghost Whisperer! (Not at the same time, of course. )

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Well, here's my silly little update... I hope you like it!

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Edit: Chrissy, I replaced the * with another word. At the time I wrote it, I could't think of the word I wanted, so I put one that was close but had the same problem as our favorite doom's day surviving roach. lol I found the word I wanted, surprisingly, in New Moon! lol

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:And I can't wait to see what Nicki has to say to Cole! lol

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:- In the future...

- Chris suddenly found himself all alone in the living room. With Jim gone to test the potion, hopefully with Wyatt as he'd promised, and Bianca in the kitchen with Melissa, Piper, and his older self, he suddenly felt like he wasn't needed. So he sat on the sofa thinking he could just relax for a change. As the minutes slowly ticked away, he found himself fidgeting. He felt like he needed to do something.
- Just then he heard a burst of laugher coming from the kitchen, and just as he got up to investigate, he heard a soft cooing nearby. He looked around, curiously, wondering where the sound had come from. And then he saw Liam, sitting in the playpen looking at him. Chris realized Bianca must have put him there without him noticing before going into the kitchen. He walked over to him and picked the little boy up.
- "Hey little buddy. Sorry I didn't see you there. Your mom's really good at hiding things from me in plain sight." Liam looked at his young father, smiling, obviously forgiving him. Chris smiled back at the cute little boy, glad he got to see this part of his future.
- Another twenty minutes or so passed by while Chris played with his youngest. And it hadn't been long before he had the boy squealing with delight. He always enjoyed making Hope laugh, and part of him longed to get back and play with her like he was playing with Liam now.
- A more grown up laugh caught his ears then, and he turned to see Bianca watching him with a smile on her face. Right behind her stood Piper, also smiling at the scene in front of them. His older self and Melissa followed behind, Melissa looking much more at ease then before. The shock of having kissed Chris by mistake, and the knowledge that Christopher was in the past, having worn off.
- "Chris, we're going to head out now." Piper said as she picked up her purse from the sideboard in the dining room. "We're going to stop by P3 to make sure everything is ready for tonight before I head to the restaurant. Everything is ready for dinner, it just needs to cook. So could you turn on the oven at four o'clock, please?"
- "Of course, mom." Chris said as Bianca took Liam from his arms.
- "After I'm done at P3, I'll be at Magic School, if you need me." Older Chris said, picking up the keys from the hallway table. Piper held her hand out for them, waiting until Chris gave up and gave them to her.
- "Thank you, Chris." She said with a smug grin.
- "Oh wait! I just remembered what it was I forgot to get. Can I come along?" Bianca asked, coming up next to her husband, who just about to go out the door.
- "Of course, Sweetheart." He answered smiling down at her.
- "Give me ten minutes. I have to change Liam first." She said before turning and heading towards the bathroom.
- "Okay." He said, letting go of the door handle.
- "I can change him for you. And watch him." Past Chris offered, moving to intercept Bianca.
- "That's okay. I have to meet Phoebe in half an hour for some shopping anyway, and she wants to spoil him." The Phoenix said, declining his offer.
- "I can't wait until she has grandkids of her own to spoil." Both Chrises said in unison, causing everyone to laugh.
- "Me too." Piper said smiling broadly.
- "You just want her to have grandkids so you can spoil them." The older Elder-Witch said, smiling mischievously.
- "Of course. She's my little sister. It's perfect payback." She said, mirroring her son's grin.
- "I'll be right back." Bianca said, laughing, as she left the room. Melissa, who'd kept quiet during the family moment, moved forward now.
- "I guess I should go, too. I have so many things to do before Chrissie comes home. It was nice seeing everyone. And it was nice to meet... you, Chris." She said a little awkwardly, before heading for the door.
- "Here, let me." The older Chris said, opening the door for her, while suppressing a smirk. The second the door was closed behind her, he started laughing. Piper lightly backhanded him in the chest.
- "It's not funny." She said, starting to laugh herself. Past Chris started to turn red then, knowing that they were laughing about what had happened when Melissa had arrived.
- "Why don't you two go wait in the car for Bianca? I'm sure she'll be there any minute." He said, not liking the smirks they were sending at him.
- "Nah. It's much more fun waiting here and teasing you." His older self said.
- "Don't you mean teasing you?" The younger Elder-Witch said smugly. The older one's face dropped. Piper burst out laughing again.
- "I'm going to go wait in the car." Older Chris said, slightly annoyed, and headed out the door. The other two started to laugh again for a minute or two. As her laughing quieted, Piper looked around the room and noticed the mess on the dining room table.
- "Chris?" She asked.
- "Yes mom?" He answered, feeling like he was about to be grounded.
- "Can you clean up your mess in the dining room while I'm gone?" She said, motioning to the table with her eyes. Chris followed her gaze, and sighed.
- "Yeah, of course." He said, turning back to her.
- "Okay, we're ready. Where's Chris?" Bianca said as she came back to the foyer.
- "He's waiting for us in the car. So we should get going. Later Chris." Piper said, while opening the door.
- "Say bye to daddy." Bianca said lifting Liam's little hand to wave at Chris.
- "You're going to confuse him doing that." Chris said, laughing.
- "Oh, pff. See you later, Chris." She said, as she walked out the door, Piper following. Chris stared at the door for a minute, shaking his head. Then, taking a breath, he turned around and went to work cleaning up the mess he and Jim had made.