Welcome to part 12 of our FanFiction!

To everyone out there who wants to join us writing! Please read this:

As most of you surly know, we (Belén and me and also some others from time to time) went on writing this FanFiction simply called "story", which had been started first by julia and is open to everyone for writing.
As this project started there had been a lot more writers involvet. And hey, guys we STILL really want you back.
But if you like to write with us, please PM me or Belén first... Because this story is already grown that huge, with so much characters, that it's betterm when we inform you about them before, you start to write...(just the "who is who")*wink*
In general we want to say: We know, sometimes it's hard to follow, because... well, a lot of the parts written by us are very long (we have really problems to stop ourselves, but we try our best)... But hey, that doesn't mean that you have to write so much, too. If you like to join us, just do it, we're looking forward for any new sentence... Because we really want to keep that project, 'cause it's one of the funniest things we've ever done.
But from the past parts we knew that there is one rule, which is very important for getting a good story: Read the previous posts carefully, and when you go on writing, make sure that it fits together with those lines which are alreaddy written. Because we want to have ONE STORY, not a puzzle of hundreds of different pieces. And if you'll find a mistake (mistakes can always happen) then tell it to the writer as soon as possible, so that it could be changed by her or him.
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And now have fun with part 12!

(Here you are the beginning! Hope you like it )

Global warming. That was the root of everything. Why were the summers hotter every year? Global warming. Why were the spring so dry? Global warming. And why did it rain in the weirdest time of the year?? Of course, global warming. And why the * was now snowing in San Francisco? That was the result of the * global warming!

-It seems we’re gonna have white Christmas!- Exclaimed happily Bianca as she skipped more than walked by Chris along the main street of the town, wrapped up in a huge coat and covered with all the useful elements made to protect the human being from the cold winters in Siberia. Pink and green hat and gloves and scarf, hiding her little dark face and only showing her beautiful eyes, thought Chris as he walked quickly, blue with cold, wrapped up in a black jacket and black and grey complements, his hands in his pockets. However nice his thoughts about Bianca were, his thoughts about the weather spoilt everything else. He grumbled. He hated snow, and cold. He hated being that cold! He had been born in San Francisco, for God’s Sake! There it was not supposed to be like that. Snow! Was that a joke from up there? It was not just a thin layer, no... It was like four inches of snow!!

-Yeah, great...- He mumbled, annoyed, as he went on treading the white element under his feet. Bianca chuckled and hung her entire body on his arm, affectionately, as she kept on walking by his side.

-Come on, Chris... What is Christmas without snow? Lights, presents, carols, Christmas movies, people doing nice things, Santa and Rudolf and... Snow! This is like a gift! Smile, Chris, and enjoy it!- The streets were full of people walking in all directions bearing huge boxes and bags with packages wrapped in beautiful and colorful papers. All the shops were lightened, and there were little dwarves, elves and Santas at their entries, ringing bells and singing carols. Harmony and happiness seemed to fill the city. At that moment, Chris turned to answer something, but he tripped with a piece of ice, and then slipped with the melting snow in one of the kerbs, falling on the ground, and groaning, more annoyed than in pain. Bianca had not let him go, and therefore, she fell with him; over him, actually, chuckling soundly.

-I don’t now why this is so funny!- Protested Chris, trying to stand up. Someone came to help them:

-Are you ok?- The man asked. Chris nodded and grumbled again:

-Yeah, thanks.- But then he fell again, and his hat fell off his head: -Shoot!- He exclaimed, hearing how Bianca, who was still on the ground, laughed heartily now.- The man shrugged and went on his way, seeing that things seemed to be under control, somehow. Bianca took the hat before Chris could, and put it on Chris’s head unceremoniously:

-You see?? This is one of the funniest things that snow has!- She said between laugh and laugh. Chris put on his hat in the proper way and mumbled:

-Yeah, sure...- But then his eyes crossed Bianca’s, who could not stop laughing, and he himself ended up smiling and shaking his head. –Ok, you win. This was funny... Any idea of how to get up again?? I am freezing, I’d love to buy those presents for the kids, and then go back and have a great hot shower.- Bianca smiled * and approached her face to his, without standing up. Then she whispered:

-Well, don’t know how to give you warm water but I know how to warm you up a little, honey...- And she kissed him softly in his lips. Chris smiled again and gave her back the kiss, passionately, ignoring how the people walking in the streets stopped and looked at them. They didn’t mind at all.

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-WYAAAT!- Yelled Piper, desperately, with a needle in her hand and thread in the other one, looking at the ceiling. Paige chuckled and shook her head. –Dad is coming and he’s gonna be angry because you’re not ready, and then, Santa is not gonna bring you anyhthing!!!-

-Piper, I understand the poor little id. That disguise is... well... how to say it... kinda interesting.- Said Paige, seeing how Piper turned to her angriy:

-Well, it is, but this is his disguise for the play in the magic school, which is in a couple of hours and Wyatt has the main role, so... Please, stop looking at me and orb after my son and bring him back!-

Paige raised her hands defensively:

-Ok, ok... I’ll go. But Wyatt is not going to forgive you this in his entire life!- And then she orbed looking for Wyatt, who had orbed before trying to hide from his mother for the third time. Piper sighed and sat down tiredly. Little Chris and Hope moaned in their sleep, and she moved their cradles a little bit, but they kept on sleeping. –Good kids, you too. Wyatt should learn from you, huh??- She mumbled, staring pleased at them.

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The store was huge, but there was a mass of people inside. Chris looked over the heads in front of him, as Bianca sighed, hanging from his arm and out of any sight behind all those tall people. The line was so long!! And Chris looked kind of desperate.

-Nothing.- He sighed, relaxing when he felt defeated. –There must be like 10 of those action heros and fifty people to get them. I wish I could orb!- Bianca elbowed him in his waist, and he bent a bit over himself as he laughed:

-Watch your tongue, Chris!

-I can barely hear you, Bianca! No one is gonna hear this.- He whispered to her ear.

-Just in case.- She said resolute, looking at the front. Chris smiled, but said nothing back. –Ok, I am gonna try something. You just stay here in the line.- Added Bianca after being thoughtful for some seconds. Chris frowned:

-But...- But she had already let go off his arm and left. Chris observed her and then shook his head and sighed, skipping a little bit to see how many boxes were left: -Eight... Great.- He murmured. Suddenly, he felt a little cry and a small hand pulling from his shirt. He looked down, surprised, just to meet the eyes of a little girl, around her six or seven. She had long dark hair and her blue eyes were full of tears.

-Sir...- She said once and again, pulling from his shirt, and sobbing at the same time. Chris glanced at the line for a second and then turned to her. “seven, only seven action heros...” He said to himself, squatting a little bit to be as tall as her:

-Why are you crying sweety? Are you lost??- He asked, caressing her hair lovingly, and smiling comfortingly at her. She nodded and sobbed again. Chris looked around: -And your mom was here, in the store??- She nodded again. Then he pressed her cheek between his fingers: -Ok, we’re gonna talk to the security guard and find...-

-No...- She sobbed, pulling from him again. Chris stared at her surprised and frowned:

-Well, they will find her more easily than me... I...-

-No...- The girl shook her head again, peremptorily. –Mom always says that you can help me when I am in troble, that I must look for you and call you.-

-ME??- Now Chris was shocked. He looked around, searching for Bianca and her help with his eyes. But she was nowhere to be seen. –Listen...- He looked to her neck. There was a pendant there with her name, probably: -Listen, Annie. You must be wrong. You don’t know me, I...- He didn’t know how to explain that, without hurting her, but he needed to find that guard and her mother, and then the action hero for Wyatt as soon as possible. And if he left now, Bianca was gonna be too worried.

-I am not wrong, I know who you are.- Chris was standing up and about to take her little hand, when he heard that and looked at her, confused:

-You know who I am?? And... Who am I? He asked back, fearing that the cleaners hadn’t done their job well.

-You’re my guardian angel.- Said the girl very confidently, cleaning her tears with her sleeve. Chris’s jaw dropped at that, and he felt her hand pressing his even stronger than before.

-I am not... A guardian angel.- He said. Well, he wasn’t, not exactly... And he was starting to feel that he was stepping on dangerous ground... But Annie went on:

-You are. You are a guardian angel. I can see it, the colors around you. Mom taught me to see them.-

-Colors?? Ok, we’re gonna find your mom and...- Chris said nervously, starting to walk. What was she talking about?

-Annie!! Oh, my God, thanks God you’re here...- A woman had knelt down by her and was hugging her. Annie let go off his hand, but Chris didn’t move, still shocked. –Thanks sir... I don’t know... don’t know what happened. I never lose her, I...-

-It’s ok.- He smiled. –She’s fine. And this is a toy store, the best place to get lost, isn’t it, Annie?- He said, stroking her hair. Her mother smiled, but the girl cut her off:

-He’s my guardian angel, mom. I found him, as you said. I saw his colors, don’t you see them??- Chris frowned again and looked at the woman, in search for an explanation, but she just put her daughter the hat on and smiled at Chris embarrassed:

-She’s just... just a girl... I am sorry...- Chris nodded, surprised:

-It’s fine... Don’t worry.- The woman smiled again and took Annie with her, saying goodbye. Chris stayed back, staring at them, very shocked and pensive, and then Annie turned smiling and waved at him. He answered back, and kept staring at her.

-Great, Chris! I leave you for a while alone, taking care of the line, and you lose the line and the figures!!- Chris turned to find Bianca behind him, and no more action figures on the shelves. But she waved a box in front of his eyes triumphantly: -Thank that I am here to solve everything!-

-How did you...?- Started Chris, but she put a finger on his lips:

-It’s my secret...- She winked. Then turned to go to the counter and pay. Chris sighed and looked back, but the mother and the girl had already disappeared among the crowd. Colors... Angels... That had been weird. Then he followed Bianca.

Belén wrote:(Here you are the beginning! Hope you like it )

Like it? Girl, I LOVE it!!!!
But a 3-years old and a video-game??? Wouldn't a fluffy-toy or something like that be a better choise??? Maybe a copy of his favorite TV-character...

Belén wrote:Global warming. That was the root of everything. Why were the summers hotter every year? Global warming. Why were the spring so dry? Global warming. And why did it rain in the weirdest time of the year?? Of course, global warming. And why the * was now snowing in San Francisco? That was the result of the * global warming!

-It seems we’re gonna have white Christmas!- Exclaimed happily Bianca as she skipped more than walked by Chris along the main street of the town, wrapped up in a huge coat and covered with all the useful elements made to protect the human being from the cold winters in Siberia. Pink and green hat and gloves and scarf, hiding her little dark face and only showing her beautiful eyes, thought Chris as he walked quickly, blue with cold, wrapped up in a black jacket and black and grey complements, his hands in his pockets. However nice his thoughts about Bianca were, his thoughts about the weather spoilt everything else. He grumbled. He hated snow, and cold. He hated being that cold! He had been born in San Francisco, for God’s Sake! There it was not supposed to be like that. Snow! Was that a joke from up there? It was not just a thin layer, no... It was like four inches of snow!!

-Yeah, great...- He mumbled, annoyed, as he went on treading the white element under his feet. Bianca chuckled and hung her entire body on his arm, affectionately, as she kept on walking by his side.

-Come on, Chris... What is Christmas without snow? Lights, presents, carols, Christmas movies, people doing nice things, Santa and Rudolf and... Snow! This is like a gift! Smile, Chris, and enjoy it!- The streets were full of people walking in all directions bearing huge boxes and bags with packages wrapped in beautiful and colorful papers. All the shops were lightened, and there were little dwarves, elves and Santas at their entries, ringing bells and singing carols. Harmony and happiness seemed to fill the city. At that moment, Chris turned to answer something, but he tripped with a piece of ice, and then slipped with the melting snow in one of the kerbs, falling on the ground, and groaning, more annoyed than in pain. Bianca had not let him go, and therefore, she fell with him; over him, actually, chuckling soundly.

-I don’t now why this is so funny!- Protested Chris, trying to stand up. Someone came to help them:

-Are you ok?- The man asked. Chris nodded and grumbled again:

-Yeah, thanks.- But then he fell again, and his hat fell off his head: -Shoot!- He exclaimed, hearing how Bianca, who was still on the ground, laughed heartily now.- The man shrugged and went on his way, seeing that things seemed to be under control, somehow. Bianca took the hat before Chris could, and put it on Chris’s head unceremoniously:

-You see?? This is one of the funniest things that snow has!- She said between laugh and laugh. Chris put on his hat in the proper way and mumbled:

-Yeah, sure...- But then his eyes crossed Bianca’s, who could not stop laughing, and he himself ended up smiling and shaking his head. –Ok, you win. This was funny... Any idea of how to get up again?? I am freezing, I’d love to buy those presents for the kids, and then go back and have a great hot shower.- Bianca smiled * and approached her face to his, without standing up. Then she whispered:

-Well, don’t know how to give you warm water but I know how to warm you up a little, honey...- And she kissed him softly in his lips. Chris smiled again and gave her back the kiss, passionately, ignoring how the people walking in the streets stopped and looked at them. They didn’t mind at all.

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-WYAAAT!- Yelled Piper, desperately, with a needle in her hand and thread in the other one, looking at the ceiling. Paige chuckled and shook her head. –Dad is coming and he’s gonna be angry because you’re not ready, and then, Santa is not gonna bring you anyhthing!!!-

-Piper, I understand the poor little id. That disguise is... well... how to say it... kinda interesting.- Said Paige, seeing how Piper turned to her angriy:

-Well, it is, but this is his disguise for the play in the magic school, which is in a couple of hours and Wyatt has the main role, so... Please, stop looking at me and orb after my son and bring him back!-

Paige raised her hands defensively:

-Ok, ok... I’ll go. But Wyatt is not going to forgive you this in his entire life!- And then she orbed looking for Wyatt, who had orbed before trying to hide from his mother for the third time. Piper sighed and sat down tiredly. Little Chris and Hope moaned in their sleep, and she moved their cradles a little bit, but they kept on sleeping. –Good kids, you too. Wyatt should learn from you, huh??- She mumbled, staring pleased at them.

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The store was huge, but there was a mass of people inside. Chris looked over the heads in front of him, as Bianca sighed, hanging from his arm and out of any sight behind all those tall people. The line was so long!! And Chris looked kind of desperate.

-Nothing.- He sighed, relaxing when he felt defeated. –There must be like 10 of those videogames and fifty people to get them. I wish I could orb!- Bianca elbowed him in his waist, and he bent a bit over himself as he laughed:

-Watch your tongue, Chris!

-I can barely hear you, Bianca! No one is gonna hear this.- He whispered to her ear.

-Just in case.- She said resolute, looking at the front. Chris smiled, but said nothing back. –Ok, I am gonna try something. You just stay here in the line.- Added Bianca after being thoughtful for some seconds. Chris frowned:

-But...- But she had already let go off his arm and left. Chris observed her and then shook his head and sighed, skipping a little bit to see how many boxes were left: -Eight... Great.- He murmured. Suddenly, he felt a little cry and a small hand pulling from his shirt. He looked down, surprised, just to meet the eyes of a little girl, around her six or seven. She had long dark hair and her blue eyes were full of tears.

-Sir...- She said once and again, pulling from his shirt, and sobbing at the same time. Chris glanced at the line for a second and then turned to her. “seven, only seven games...” He said to himself, squatting a little bit to be as tall as her:

-Why are you crying sweety? Are you lost??- He asked, caressing her hair lovingly, and smiling comfortingly at her. She nodded and sobbed again. Chris looked around: -And your mom was here, in the store??- She nodded again. Then he pressed her cheek between his fingers: -Ok, we’re gonna talk to the security guard and find...-

-No...- She sobbed, pulling from him again. Chris stared at her surprised and frowned:

-Well, they will find her more easily than me... I...-

-No...- The girl shook her head again, peremptorily. –Mom always says that you can help me when I am in troble, that I must look for you and call you.-

-ME??- Now Chris was shocked. He looked around, searching for Bianca and her help with his eyes. But she was nowhere to be seen. –Listen...- He looked to her neck. There was a pendant there with her name, probably: -Listen, Annie. You must be wrong. You don’t know me, I...- He didn’t know how to explain that, without hurting her, but he needed to find that guard and her mother, and then the videogame for Wyatt as soon as possible. And if he left now, Bianca was gonna be too worried.

-I am not wrong, I know who you are.- Chris was standing up and about to take her little hand, when he heard that and looked at her, confused:

-You know who I am?? And... Who am I? He asked back, fearing that the cleaners hadn’t done their job well.

-You’re my guardian angel.- Said the girl very confidently, cleaning her tears with her sleeve. Chris’s jaw dropped at that, and he felt her hand pressing his even stronger than before.

-I am not... A guardian angel.- He said. Well, he wasn’t, not exactly... And he was starting to feel that he was stepping on dangerous ground... But Annie went on:

-You are. You are a guardian angel. I can see it, the colors around you. Mom taught me to see them.-

-Colors?? Ok, we’re gonna find your mom and...- Chris said nervously, starting to walk. What was she talking about?

-Annie!! Oh, my God, thanks God you’re here...- A woman had knelt down by her and was hugging her. Annie let go off his hand, but Chris didn’t move, still shocked. –Thanks sir... I don’t know... don’t know what happened. I never lose her, I...-

-It’s ok.- He smiled. –She’s fine. And this is a toy store, the best place to get lost, isn’t it, Annie?- He said, stroking her hair. Her mother smiled, but the girl cut her off:

-He’s my guardian angel, mom. I found him, as you said. I saw his colors, don’t you see them??- Chris frowned again and looked at the woman, in search for an explanation, but she just put her daughter the hat on and smiled at Chris embarrassed:

-She’s just... just a girl... I am sorry...- Chris nodded, surprised:

-It’s fine... Don’t worry.- The woman smiled again and took Annie with her, saying goodbye. Chris stayed back, staring at them, very shocked and pensive, and then Annie turned smiling and waved at him. He answered back, and kept staring at her.

-Great, Chris! I leave you for a while alone, taking care of the line, and you lose the line and the games!!- Chris turned to find Bianca behind him, and no more games on the shelves. But she waved a box in front of his eyes triumphantly: -Thank that I am here to solve everything!-

-How did you...?- Started Chris, but she put a finger on his lips:

-It’s my secret...- She winked. Then turned to go to the counter and pay. Chris sighed and looked back, but the mother and the girl had already disappeared among the crowd. Colors... Angels... That had been weird. Then he followed Bianca.

As soon as Phoebe came home from work she took of her coat and boots and entered the livingroom. Piper was still trying to get her son's costume fixed. The empath smiled enthusiatically: "Oh my little nephew will be sooooooo cute as the snowman!"
"Hopefully he won't forget his text again..." Paige said smiling.
"PAIGE!" Piper exclaimed annoyed. How could she dare to doubt her son's abilities in acting.
"He has two lines to say in that five-minute kindergarten play... I think he will do it perfectly," Phoebe replied and smiled proudly at the little boy who was now wrapped in some fluffy white fabric.
Piper looked at her youngest sister and smiled: "See... that's how an aunt should behave!"
"Where is Cole?" Phoebe than asked.
"Attic" the other two replied at the same time. Right that moment Wyatt orbed away again. Phoebe nodded grinning and went upstairs, while Piper looked demanding at Paige who imidiately followed the boy.

When Phoebe reached the attic she found her husband standing in front of their shelf with the magical incretens, a book in one hand and some celeriac in the other. Then he turned back to the table where she saw already some parsley and lots of mustard seeds. Curious she went closer.
"What are you doing here, do you want to beat Piper in making the best sauce for the turkey???"
Cole turned around starteled, then he placed the book and celeriac on the table to hug his wife. "Welcome back," he said before he kissed her lovingly.
Phoebe smiled at his lips. "Oh how I missed that, but..." she was still curious, "that doesn't answer my question."
Cole grinned: "No... actually I'm preparing myself for my new job."
"You what? I thought you wanted to work as lawyer again?"
He nodded still looking deep in her eyes. Smiling he rubbed his nose to hers then he said: "Yeah, I will... but our nephew asked me to teach a new subject at the school..."
"An new one? Another new one?" Phoebe said kind of shocked. Since Chris had overtaken the control there, he had put lots of new classes on the plan, from casuall math (so that the kids don't learn only magic there) to martial arts/self defending. "What's it this time?"
Cole smiled even more: "Potion-making with..."
"Potion-making? We already have that!" she interupted him.
He shook his head: "Potion-making-with casual incredents... No spider-legs or fairy-wings... Just what you can find in nature... or the kitchen..."
Phoebe looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh..." she muttered. Then she turned to the table: "And what will this be for? Celeriac, parsley and mustard???" It was a weird combination.
Now Cole grinned mischievous: "That my love, will be a love potion!"
Phoebe's head shot around to him again. Frowning she asked: "Are you kiddin'?"
"I'm not... see how important that class is?" he said smiling and pulled her in his arms again, kissing her.

Victor was humming 'Rudolf the Rednosed Raindeer' while he packed the last stuff in his bag. He had never been so exicted about Christmas since about countless years... the last time he had felt like that, was the last Christmas they had spent as family, before they got devorced.
But this year would be even better, he was sure about that.
They had invited him to come over for the whole week, to stay there at the new built guestroom... to spent Christmas with all of them and also New Years Eve.
He couldn't wait to see the kids again. They surley had grown a lot since he saw them the last time nearly a month ago. And he was really excited about that schoolplay where Wyatt would be the snowman.
He couldn't wait that Chris and Bianca would come to pic him up. They said they would do that on their way back from the shopping... Victor smiled. Last minute shopping... He himself had bought the gifts for them over two weeks ago...
He had heard in the news that it had snowed in San Francisco, and that the meteorologists were expecting more snow the next days. "That will be a wonderful Christmas," he said to himself as he closed the bag and sat down on his sofa. Now all he had left to do, was wait...



Note: Those incredents for the lovepotion are NOT my imagination, you can find that in literature! Those things are really supposed to turn on your love-life. *wink*

That was CUTE!!! And the ingredients for the love potion, this Cole is funny!!! Well, Cole and Phoebe, they're cool, it's really funny!

As soon as Phoebe came home from work she took of her coat and boots and entered the livingroom. Piper was still trying to get her son's costume fixed. The empath smiled enthusiatically: "Oh my little nephew will be sooooooo cute as the snowman!"
"Hopefully he won't forget his text again..." Paige said smiling.
"PAIGE!" Piper exclaimed annoyed. How could she dare to doubt her son's abilities in acting.
"He has two lines to say in that five-minute kindergarten play... I think he will do it perfectly," Phoebe replied and smiled proudly at the little boy who was now wrapped in some fluffy white fabric.
Piper looked at her youngest sister and smiled: "See... that's how an aunt should behave!"
"Where is Cole?" Phoebe than asked.
"Attic" the other two replied at the same time. Right that moment Wyatt orbed away again. Phoebe nodded grinning and went upstairs, while Piper looked demanding at Paige who imidiately followed the boy.

When Phoebe reached the attic she found her husband standing in front of their shelf with the magical incretens, a book in one hand and some celeriac in the other. Then he turned back to the table where she saw already some parsley and lots of mustard seeds. Curious she went closer.
"What are you doing here, do you want to beat Piper in making the best sauce for the turkey???"
Cole turned around starteled, then he placed the book and celeriac on the table to hug his wife. "Welcome back," he said before he kissed her lovingly.
Phoebe smiled at his lips. "Oh how I missed that, but..." she was still curious, "that doesn't answer my question."
Cole grinned: "No... actually I'm preparing myself for my new job."
"You what? I thought you wanted to work as lawyer again?"
He nodded still looking deep in her eyes. Smiling he rubbed his nose to hers then he said: "Yeah, I will... but our nephew asked me to teach a new subject at the school..."
"An new one? Another new one?" Phoebe said kind of shocked. Since Chris had overtaken the control there, he had put lots of new classes on the plan, from casuall math (so that the kids don't learn only magic there) to martial arts/self defending. "What's it this time?"
Cole smiled even more: "Potion-making with..."
"Potion-making? We already have that!" she interupted him.
He shook his head: "Potion-making-with casual incredents... No spider-legs or fairy-wings... Just what you can find in nature... or the kitchen..."
Phoebe looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh..." she muttered. Then she turned to the table: "And what will this be for? Celeriac, parsley and mustard???" It was a weird combination.
Now Cole grinned mischievous: "That my love, will be a love potion!"
Phoebe's head shot around to him again. Frowning she asked: "Are you kiddin'?"
"I'm not... see how important that class is?" he said smiling and pulled her in his arms again, kissing her.

Victor was humming 'Rudolf the Rednosed Raindeer' while he packed the last stuff in his bag. He had never been so exicted about Christmas since about countless years... the last time he had felt like that, was the last Christmas they had spent as family, before they got devorced.
But this year would be even better, he was sure about that.
They had invited him to come over for the whole week, to stay there at the new built guestroom... to spent Christmas with all of them and also New Years Eve.
He couldn't wait to see the kids again. They surley had grown a lot since he saw them the last time nearly a month ago. And he was really excited about that schoolplay where Wyatt would be the snowman.
He couldn't wait that Chris and Bianca would come to pic him up. They said they would do that on their way back from the shopping... Victor smiled. Last minute shopping... He himself had bought the gifts for them over two weeks ago...
He had heard in the news that it had snowed in San Francisco, and that the meteorologists were expecting more snow the next days. "That will be a wonderful Christmas," he said to himself as he closed the bag and sat down on his sofa. Now all he had left to do, was wait...

-Silas... What are you doing?- Yuri’s amused voice startled him a little bit, making him lose his balance and fall from the ladders where he was standing while he put some ornaments on a huge tree in the middle of the main meeting lounge of the Elder world. Yuri took her hands to her mouth, fearing he would hurt himself, but Silas, who had covered his head with his arms, orbed just in time not to hit the floor. Second later he reappeared lying on it, and sighed:

-Don’t... Just, don’t do that again... Please.- He begged, trying to stand up, still trembling because of the sudden fall. Yuri burst into laughter and went to him to help him stand.

-I am so sorry, Silas! I could not help it when I saw you putting all those... lights and Santas and red cherries in here... This is the first time I see this place so... “Christmassy”.

-And don’t you like it?- Asked Silas innocently, once he was up again, as he dusted his long golden robe. He had been the entire day thinking about how to ornate the place so that everyone liked it up there, modern Elders as much as conservatives.

-Yes...- She murmured as she took a look around herself, amused. –It’s... interesting.

At that moment, when Silas was going to answer, Odin appeared in the room carrying a pile of packets: -Silas, please, could you help me here with this??

-Yeah, sure, I am...- Silas rushed to his friend, ignoring Yuri for a second, who was staring at them amazed.

-You too?- She exclaimed: -Oh, my God, is it Christmas spirit, that came here and enchanted you all??- At that, Odin and Silas, who were leaving the packets under the beautiful tree, started to laugh out loud:

-It was the Halliwell spirit, actually: Father and son. They had this great idea. You know Chris...-

-Yes, yes, yes...- Sighed Yuri, smiling: -We need more life here.

-Aha.- Answered the two elders at the same time.

-So... I guess we just need a Santa!- Exclaimed Yuri, approaching them in order to help. Then, Odin half smiled and look at Silas, who nodded:

-Actually...

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-Ho, ho, ho!! Ho, ho, ho!! Ho, ho, ho!!!- Leo rolled his eyes and John laughed heartily:

-Jeremiah is completely IN the role.- He commented while he helped Leo with the decoration of the magic school for the play. The above-mentioned elder was walking from one corner to the other, ringing a bell and caressing the long white beard he was now wearing. Leo shook his head, smiling:

-I think he’s gonna scare the kids...- John smirked:

-No... Believe me, they’re gonna love him, he’ll be the best Santa in the entire history.- Leo smiled too and folded his arms on his chest, leaving everything just to look at the Elder:

-Ho, ho... ehem...- Jeremiah stopped right in front of them: -You think these “hos” are very loud, or very... round? What do you think?- He grinned, waiting for an answer. Leo and John exchanged looks and then shrugged: The kids were about to start arriving, and he himself had to go and get Wyatt for the last rehearsal, so Leo just said:

-Perfect. You’re perfect. The best Santa in the entire history.- Jeremiah smiled and turned his back to them:

-Ho,ho, ho!!-

John chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand and turning his head a little bit, as Leo smiled widely and shook his head again: -This is gonna be great.

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Victor was about to take a sip from the cup of tea he had just prepared, when orbing lights filled the lounge making him spill it all on the floor:

-Oh, no...- He complaint. Chris ran to him, consternated, and Bianca smiled and went to the kitchen looking for a mop to clean it. Victor smiled at his grandson, who had left all the bags and packets on the floor.

-I am sorry, grandpa... I promise I will never ever orb here again... I...- But Victor smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, noticing his worries:

-It’s ok, son. Just forget it. The floor is covered with dust and liquids. This will just add beauty and originality to it. Chris laughed and stood up helping him do the same, when Bianca arrived and cleaned it as fast as she could:

-So you’re ready, Victor?- She asked, going back to the kitchen with the mop. He nodded:

-Yeah, of course, I wanna be the first one there! Wyatt is going to be awesome.- Chris smiled and Bianca did the same, showing her head from the kitchen:

-Do you mind if I go first to the toilet?- She asked, heading to the little bathroom by the kitchen.

-Yeah, sure, just go.- Victor said, shrugging. But then, Chris looked at him very serious:

-Can we two sit here for a while? I need to talk.- Victor frowned, but nodded. He didn’t like it when Chris sounded that way. That expression was not good. Something had happened. But the Elder-witch noticed and smiled, sitting down by his side: -Don’t worry, grandpa. It’s just...- He didn’t know how to start. Suddenly, he turned to him very serious and asked: -Do you believe in angels?- This caught Victor completely by surprise. First, he looked at him with a weird expression in his face; then, he went from head to feet, and finally he smirked sarcastically:

-You’re kidding, aren’t you?- But Chris was serious, so he turned serious too: -Chris, you are.... I mean...

-No, no, no, grandpa, I am not an angel! I mean, I am magic... I am a witch and an Elder, but this is not the same...-

-Well... I always thought that your father used to say that whitelighters are like ang...- But Chris shook his head energetically:

-I am talking about true angels. Guardian angels. Whitelighters and Elders and witches belong to the world of magic, but guardian angels... You know, for me they were always like Santa Claus or the tooth fairy... You know what I mean...- Chris looked him in the eyes, begging, and Victor was so shocked by the question he didn’t know what to say:

-Chris... You’re magical... And Santa is magical... If another persona¡ had asked me that I would have understood, but you... This is your world!-

-You mean you believe in them?- Chris asked back. Victor took some time to answer. That was very hard. Chris had already told him that they used to talk a lot but he never thought he would have to talk about... Santa! Especially when he was in his twenties.

-Don’t you?- He asked, eluding his grandson’s question. Chris smirked sadly:

-You mean if I did... I am not a baby...- Victor took a big breath, and then he laughed uncomfortably:

-Of course, I mean... didn’t you believe in Santa??- At that Chris’s expression saddened.

-Well, yeah... Until Wy told me the truth. He said that Santa and the tooth fairy and guardian angels didn’t exist at all. That I was a naive and a child and that if I went on believing those things I would die soon.-

-Oh, my...- Victor was shocked at that: -How old were you?- Chris shrugged, uncomfortable:

-Six or seven... don’t remember. I don’t know if Wyatt was already starting to behave... You know. I don’t know how these things came to his mind, but... It was shocking, grandpa. You used to tell me that guardian angels were always there and all that... I didn’t listen to him. I mean, I did, I started to think of it. But then... when all that... You know, when the aunts, and mom... died.- He swallowed.- I had believed in guardian angels I had hope, but not even dad appeared.- Victor frowned. That was going to be hard:

-Chris... Things are complicated... You are magical. I know, this is real life for you, but for me, you’re like Santa, or the tooth fairy.- Chris smiled at that, but kept listening: -I believe in you, because I have seen you. But some people believe in you even though they haven’t seen you. Some people believe in magic. So for me, if you exist, Santa, the tooth fairy and guardian angels can exist too.- He paused, feeling he was more rambling than helping, but Chris looked very pensive at the moment. Victor put his hand on his knee: -Son... Why do you ask this precisely now??- Chris looked him in the eyes again, with his own teary and swallowed. He was going to answer, but Bianca came back:

-Ok... Ready for the performance?- Chris dried his eyes immediately with his sleeve and stood up:

-Ready.- Victor nodded, and took his hand, ready to orb. Bianca went to him, took the packets and looked at his face for a second, but if she had seen his distress, she kept it for her.

-Let’s go!-

Belén wrote:That was CUTE!!! And the ingredients for the love potion, this Cole is funny!!! Well, Cole and Phoebe, they're cool, it's really funny!

Love your update, it's soooo sweet... Especially Jeremiah as Santa... *lol*

Well... here we go with my next part. I hope I didn't spoil any idea of yours... And I'm sorry that this is all kind of sad, I guess it's just the weather here... everything is so grey...

Belén wrote:-Silas... What are you doing?- Yuri’s amused voice startled him a little bit, making him lose his balance and fall from the ladders where he was standing while he put some ornaments on a huge tree in the middle of the main meeting lounge of the Elder world. Yuri took her hands to her mouth, fearing he would hurt himself, but Silas, who had covered his head with his arms, orbed just in time not to hit the floor. Second later he reappeared lying on it, and sighed:

-Don’t... Just, don’t do that again... Please.- He begged, trying to stand up, still trembling because of the sudden fall. Yuri burst into laughter and went to him to help him stand.

-I am so sorry, Silas! I could not help it when I saw you putting all those... lights and Santas and red cherries in here... This is the first time I see this place so... “Christmassy”.

-And don’t you like it?- Asked Silas innocently, once he was up again, as he dusted his long golden robe. He had been the entire day thinking about how to ornate the place so that everyone liked it up there, modern Elders as much as conservatives.

-Yes...- She murmured as she took a look around herself, amused. –It’s... interesting.

At that moment, when Silas was going to answer, Odin appeared in the room carrying a pile of packets: -Silas, please, could you help me here with this??

-Yeah, sure, I am...- Silas rushed to his friend, ignoring Yuri for a second, who was staring at them amazed.

-You too?- She exclaimed: -Oh, my God, is it Christmas spirit, that came here and enchanted you all??- At that, Odin and Silas, who were leaving the packets under the beautiful tree, started to laugh out loud:

-It was the Halliwell spirit, actually: Father and son. They had this great idea. You know Chris...-

-Yes, yes, yes...- Sighed Yuri, smiling: -We need more life here.

-Aha.- Answered the two elders at the same time.

-So... I guess we just need a Santa!- Exclaimed Yuri, approaching them in order to help. Then, Odin half smiled and look at Silas, who nodded:

-Actually...

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-Ho, ho, ho!! Ho, ho, ho!! Ho, ho, ho!!!- Leo rolled his eyes and John laughed heartily:

-Jeremiah is completely IN the role.- He commented while he helped Leo with the decoration of the magic school for the play. The above-mentioned elder was walking from one corner to the other, ringing a bell and caressing the long white beard he was now wearing. Leo shook his head, smiling:

-I think he’s gonna scare the kids...- John smirked:

-No... Believe me, they’re gonna love him, he’ll be the best Santa in the entire history.- Leo smiled too and folded his arms on his chest, leaving everything just to look at the Elder:

-Ho, ho... ehem...- Jeremiah stopped right in front of them: -You think these “hos” are very loud, or very... round? What do you think?- He grinned, waiting for an answer. Leo and John exchanged looks and then shrugged: The kids were about to start arriving, and he himself had to go and get Wyatt for the last rehearsal, so Leo just said:

-Perfect. You’re perfect. The best Santa in the entire history.- Jeremiah smiled and turned his back to them:

-Ho,ho, ho!!-

John chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand and turning his head a little bit, as Leo smiled widely and shook his head again: -This is gonna be great.

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Victor was about to take a sip from the cup of tea he had just prepared, when orbing lights filled the lounge making him spill it all on the floor:

-Oh, no...- He complaint. Chris ran to him, consternated, and Bianca smiled and went to the kitchen looking for a mop to clean it. Victor smiled at his grandson, who had left all the bags and packets on the floor.

-I am sorry, grandpa... I promise I will never ever orb here again... I...- But Victor smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, noticing his worries:

-It’s ok, son. Just forget it. The floor is covered with dust and liquids. This will just add beauty and originality to it. Chris laughed and stood up helping him do the same, when Bianca arrived and cleaned it as fast as she could:

-So you’re ready, Victor?- She asked, going back to the kitchen with the mop. He nodded:

-Yeah, of course, I wanna be the first one there! Wyatt is going to be awesome.- Chris smiled and Bianca did the same, showing her head from the kitchen:

-Do you mind if I go first to the toilet?- She asked, heading to the little bathroom by the kitchen.

-Yeah, sure, just go.- Victor said, shrugging. But then, Chris looked at him very serious:

-Can we two sit here for a while? I need to talk.- Victor frowned, but nodded. He didn’t like it when Chris sounded that way. That expression was not good. Something had happened. But the Elder-witch noticed and smiled, sitting down by his side: -Don’t worry, grandpa. It’s just...- He didn’t know how to start. Suddenly, he turned to him very serious and asked: -Do you believe in angels?- This caught Victor completely by surprise. First, he looked at him with a weird expression in his face; then, he went from head to feet, and finally he smirked sarcastically:

-You’re kidding, aren’t you?- But Chris was serious, so he turned serious too: -Chris, you are.... I mean...

-No, no, no, grandpa, I am not an angel! I mean, I am magic... I am a witch and an Elder, but this is not the same...-

-Well... I always thought that your father used to say that whitelighters are like ang...- But Chris shook his head energetically:

-I am talking about true angels. Guardian angels. Whitelighters and Elders and witches belong to the world of magic, but guardian angels... You know, for me they were always like Santa Claus or the tooth fairy... You know what I mean...- Chris looked him in the eyes, begging, and Victor was so shocked by the question he didn’t know what to say:

-Chris... You’re magical... And Santa is magical... If another persona¡ had asked me that I would have understood, but you... This is your world!-

-You mean you believe in them?- Chris asked back. Victor took some time to answer. That was very hard. Chris had already told him that they used to talk a lot but he never thought he would have to talk about... Santa! Especially when he was in his twenties.

-Don’t you?- He asked, eluding his grandson’s question. Chris smirked sadly:

-You mean if I did... I am not a baby...- Victor took a big breath, and then he laughed uncomfortably:

-Of course, I mean... didn’t you believe in Santa??- At that Chris’s expression saddened.

-Well, yeah... Until Wy told me the truth. He said that Santa and the tooth fairy and guardian angels didn’t exist at all. That I was a naive and a child and that if I went on believing those things I would die soon.-

-Oh, my...- Victor was shocked at that: -How old were you?- Chris shrugged, uncomfortable:

-Six or seven... don’t remember. I don’t know if Wyatt was already starting to behave... You know. I don’t know how these things came to his mind, but... It was shocking, grandpa. You used to tell me that guardian angels were always there and all that... I didn’t listen to him. I mean, I did, I started to think of it. But then... when all that... You know, when the aunts, and mom... died.- He swallowed.- I had believed in guardian angels I had hope, but not even dad appeared.- Victor frowned. That was going to be hard:

-Chris... Things are complicated... You are magical. I know, this is real life for you, but for me, you’re like Santa, or the tooth fairy.- Chris smiled at that, but kept listening: -I believe in you, because I have seen you. But some people believe in you even though they haven’t seen you. Some people believe in magic. So for me, if you exist, Santa, the tooth fairy and guardian angels can exist too.- He paused, feeling he was more rambling than helping, but Chris looked very pensive at the moment. Victor put his hand on his knee: -Son... Why do you ask this precisely now??- Chris looked him in the eyes again, with his own teary and swallowed. He was going to answer, but Bianca came back:

-Ok... Ready for the performance?- Chris dried his eyes immediately with his sleeve and stood up:

-Ready.- Victor nodded, and took his hand, ready to orb. Bianca went to him, took the packets and looked at his face for a second, but if she had seen his distress, she kept it for her.

-Let’s go!-

Steve sighed as he closed another book. He sat in the empty library, still trying to find a way to solve his problem. 'How to vanquish your own family' he thought sarcastically. And the next moment he winced at that thought. How could he do that? But there was something wrong in his own statement. Those demons weren't exactly family, not for him. His mom was family, Nicki was family, Tom was and Veronica too, in a way... even Chris was family, but not them... Not those demons...
He felt again the anger rise inside him, while he thought about that disgusting way he had been conceived. But that didn't matter anymore.
He leaned back and closed his eyes thinking about Nicki. She was somewhere around there. Steve had insisted that they would stay at the school as long as the hadn't found a way to deal with his 'relatives'. It was just safer. And for nothing in this world he would take the risk of her being hurt.
Chris didn't mind that they stayed at the school, because at the moment there was more than enough to do, and every helping hand was welcome. So at the moment Nicki was somewhere backstage to prepare the presentation of the first and second grade.
'Nicki...' he smiled as his mind spined around her, his beautiful, lovely, adorable girlfriend. She was even more than that. She was all he ever wanted. She was all he needed.
It was an amazing thing how much life could change in one and a half year. He remembered the day of their graduation, how Phoebe had smiled at them while she gave them their diploma. And how Chris later came to ask him and the others to stay at the school as teachers.
Of course they all accepted, who would have not? At that time life was just great, great and easy. At that time he had thought he was just an ordinary witch.
He shook his head. 'And now? How do we celebrate our first Christmas together?' he thought. 'God, we haven't even a tree.'
'Speeking of this..." Tom suddenly entered interrupted his friends thought, talking to him about their connection, 'we could need you down here in the hall.'
'Tom? God since when have you been in my mind?' Steve asked back kind of annoyed.
'Long enough to notice that you need some distraction, so come down here... the play is starting in a couple of minutes anyway...'
Steve sighed: 'I'm on the way.'

As Leo arrived backstage with Wyatt, Miss *I'll-check-the-name-of-the-kindergarten-lady-later,-I-think-we've-mentioned-it-somewhere* smiled. "Oh there is our little superstar," she said carressing Wyatt's cheek.
Leo smiled proudly and then asked: "Is everyting ready?"
Miss ** smiled back at him: "There is the usual trouble with the 9th grade, but else everything is ready to start."
The Elder sighed. The 9th grade was a group of trouble makers. He just hoped they would act like adults for just one single day. He so much wanted this to be perfect. His son, and also all the other teachers, had put so much work into this... they all deserved a great play.
Meanwhile Wyatt was walking around among the other kids. Then he spotted Jeremiah, giving his costume the last touch. He went over to him and tugged on his coat.
The Elder looked down and smiled: "Oh, Wyatt... you look cute!"
Wyatt didn't react to this, instead he asked: "Won't Santa be angry when you play him?"
Jeremiah couldn't help but smile widely as he knelt down and hugged the boy. Then he looked in to the child's eyes: "Don't worry... You know, Santa is very busy and... he can't be here on his own, because he has to prepare all the gifts for the kids... So actually he's happy that people like me are helping him a little."
Wyatt smiled. That explanation was well enough for him. He nodded and add: "You really look like him." Then he returned to his dad.
Jeremiah followed him with his eyes. This was all so amazing. And he asked himself the same question, like so many times before in the last month. 'How could I ever had doubts about Chris?' He shook his head smiling. He really didn't know.

Victor took a deep breath when he and the others finally rematerialised at the school. He already became more used to the whole orbing-thing, but four times in a row (from his home to the monor's living room, then to the guest room, then back to the living room and then to the school) was a little too much for just five minutes.
He looked around, amazed about the mass of people walking around. Victor had been at the school a couple of times already, but only in the afternoon or at the holidays, so he was kind of surprised that there were so much people.
"Are all those people witches?" he asked.
Piper grinned: "Witches, sorcerers, whitelighters, and also some other magical beings, and some humans, of course."
"And lot's of mixtures," Bianca added, looking down at the baby-girl in her arms with that loving smile only a mother can giver her child.
"Alright... I guess we should go and get a seat..." Phoebe said excited. Cole, who was holding her hand, smiled about her excitement and kissed her, passionately.
"What was that for?" the empath asked after he had released her.
He smiled: "Just for you being you."
The others grinned about the couple. Then Paige turned to Piper: "I hope the potion will work."
Piper smiled understandingly: "Don't worry, it'll bring Kyle here as soon as he throws it to his feet."
"I hope so..."
"O.k.," Chris took over the word, "you go and take a seat in the hall... and I go and play the headmaster."
Everyone could hear the little unsureness in his voice. Everyone of them knew that Chris didn't like those kind of speeches at all. "Oh, don't worry," Bianca tried to calm him down, "you're opening speech is great... it will just be two minutes... and then you'll come down to us and enjoy the show..."
The Elder-witch grinned nervous: "Alright... Save me a seat." Then he gave his wife a soft kiss and orbed away.

Kyle sighed staring at the little vial he was holding in his hand. He just arrived at the Haliwell manor and parked his car. Now he was sitting their, eying that shiny leaquid warily. It wasn’t that he was afraid... oh no, he wasn’t. But still... Would he really end up at the school? Or would he maybe find himself in a demon’s cave? ‘No...’ he told himself. The sister knew their job very well, this potion has to work.
He sighed, left the car and locked it. The he walked around the house and to the garden in the back. Again he eyed the vial as Paiges words echoed in his mind: “Just throw it to your feet and you’ll be there with us...”
He looked around and when he was sure no one was watching he thre the potion to his feet.
Immediately he was surrounded by a yellow smoke and when his vision cleared again he stood in a long hallway right in front of a huge door. He took a relieved breath, but still felt a little dizzy. Then he carefully opened the door. Behind it was a large hall full of people. On the stage Chris was holding his speech.
Kyle scanned the crowed and finally spotted Paige and the rest of the family. Carefully not to gain too much attention, he made his way to the rows and sat down next to his gril, right that moment loud apllouse filled the air. Chris had exited the stage.
“Welcome honey,” Paige said and kissed Kyle lovingly. “Went everything well?”
“Yeah... Just still a little dizzy, but I’m here, right?” She smiled and took his hand, while they both turned their attention to the stage.

Annie sat in the backseat of the car and pouted. She had her arms crossed over her chest and looked out of the window. It was snowing again...
"Annie..." her mother tried it for the tenth time.
"No... I saw it mom, I know he's a guardian angel," Annie replied. "It was like you told me... like dad always said too... Why don't you believe me?"
The woman, who was on the wheel, winced as the words of her daughter brought her memories back to life... the menories of her husband... the memories of his death.
"Annie, I do... I do believe you," the woman replied with a sigh.
The girl leand a little forward: "And why couldn't I talk to him a little more?"
"Because... because we're in a hurry... If he is YOUR angel, then you'll meet him again, don't worry..." the woman said, trying to stay calm. She didn't want to tell her daughter the truth... Actually she wasn't even sure if she herself would know that.
Her husband, Danny, he had told her that he was a guardian angel, and that's also what he had told their daughter... And it was ... well, he could just disappear and reappear from nothing... She never had asked him about that, how that worked... she didn't want to know. They had been happy together, a happy little family.
Till that day he was attacked, till that day he had died in her arms. He had told her with his last breath, to protect their little girl. And that's what she tried to do.
"Are you sure?" Annie asked, pulling her mother out of her thoughts.
The woman took a deep breath, then smiled at her daughter: "Yeah, of course..."

Ouch, so cute!!! You didn't spoil anything, why you thought that? It's geat!!! And as for your question, guess it could be the 23rd, is that ok?

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Steve sighed as he closed another book. He sat in the empty library, still trying to find a way to solve his problem. 'How to vanquish your own family' he thought sarcastically. And the next moment he winced at that thought. How could he do that? But there was something wrong in his own statement. Those demons weren't exactly family, not for him. His mom was family, Nicki was family, Tom was and Veronica too, in a way... even Chris was family, but not them... Not those demons...
He felt again the anger rise inside him, while he thought about that disgusting way he had been conceived. But that didn't matter anymore.
He leaned back and closed his eyes thinking about Nicki. She was somewhere around there. Steve had insisted that they would stay at the school as long as the hadn't found a way to deal with his 'relatives'. It was just safer. And for nothing in this world he would take the risk of her being hurt.
Chris didn't mind that they stayed at the school, because at the moment there was more than enough to do, and every helping hand was welcome. So at the moment Nicki was somewhere backstage to prepare the presentation of the first and second grade.
'Nicki...' he smiled as his mind spined around her, his beautiful, lovely, adorable girlfriend. She was even more than that. She was all he ever wanted. She was all he needed.
It was an amazing thing how much life could change in one and a half year. He remembered the day of their graduation, how Phoebe had smiled at them while she gave them their diploma. And how Chris later came to ask him and the others to stay at the school as teachers.
Of course they all accepted, who would have not? At that time life was just great, great and easy. At that time he had thought he was just an ordinary witch.
He shook his head. 'And now? How do we celebrate our first Christmas together?' he thought. 'God, we haven't even a tree.'
'Speeking of this..." Tom suddenly entered interrupted his friends thought, talking to him about their connection, 'we could need you down here in the hall.'
'Tom? God since when have you been in my mind?' Steve asked back kind of annoyed.
'Long enough to notice that you need some distraction, so come down here... the play is starting in a couple of minutes anyway...'
Steve sighed: 'I'm on the way.'

As Leo arrived backstage with Wyatt, Miss *I'll-check-the-name-of-the-kindergarten-lady-later,-I-think-we've-mentioned-it-somewhere* smiled. "Oh there is our little superstar," she said carressing Wyatt's cheek.
Leo smiled proudly and then asked: "Is everyting ready?"
Miss ** smiled back at him: "There is the usual trouble with the 9th grade, but else everything is ready to start."
The Elder sighed. The 9th grade was a group of trouble makers. He just hoped they would act like adults for just one single day. He so much wanted this to be perfect. His son, and also all the other teachers, had put so much work into this... they all deserved a great play.
Meanwhile Wyatt was walking around among the other kids. Then he spotted Jeremiah, giving his costume the last touch. He went over to him and tugged on his coat.
The Elder looked down and smiled: "Oh, Wyatt... you look cute!"
Wyatt didn't react to this, instead he asked: "Won't Santa be angry when you play him?"
Jeremiah couldn't help but smile widely as he knelt down and hugged the boy. Then he looked in to the child's eyes: "Don't worry... You know, Santa is very busy and... he can't be here on his own, because he has to prepare all the gifts for the kids... So actually he's happy that people like me are helping him a little."
Wyatt smiled. That explanation was well enough for him. He nodded and add: "You really look like him." Then he returned to his dad.
Jeremiah followed him with his eyes. This was all so amazing. And he asked himself the same question, like so many times before in the last month. 'How could I ever had doubts about Chris?' He shook his head smiling. He really didn't know.

Victor took a deep breath when he and the others finally rematerialised at the school. He already became more used to the whole orbing-thing, but four times in a row (from his home to the monor's living room, then to the guest room, then back to the living room and then to the school) was a little too much for just five minutes.
He looked around, amazed about the mass of people walking around. Victor had been at the school a couple of times already, but only in the afternoon or at the holidays, so he was kind of surprised that there were so much people.
"Are all those people witches?" he asked.
Piper grinned: "Witches, sorcerers, whitelighters, and also some other magical beings, and some humans, of course."
"And lot's of mixtures," Bianca added, looking down at the baby-girl in her arms with that loving smile only a mother can giver her child.
"Alright... I guess we should go and get a seat..." Phoebe said excited. Cole, who was holding her hand, smiled about her excitement and kissed her, passionately.
"What was that for?" the empath asked after he had released her.
He smiled: "Just for you being you."
The others grinned about the couple. Then Paige turned to Piper: "I hope the potion will work."
Piper smiled understandingly: "Don't worry, it'll bring Kyle here as soon as he throws it to his feet."
"I hope so..."
"O.k.," Chris took over the word, "you go and take a seat in the hall... and I go and play the headmaster."
Everyone could hear the little unsureness in his voice. Everyone of them knew that Chris didn't like those kind of speeches at all. "Oh, don't worry," Bianca tried to calm him down, "you're opening speech is great... it will just be two minutes... and then you'll come down to us and enjoy the show..."
The Elder-witch grinned nervous: "Alright... Save me a seat." Then he gave his wife a soft kiss and orbed away.

Annie sat in the backseat of the car and pouted. She had her arms crossed over her chest and looked out of the window. It was snowing again...
"Annie..." her mother tried it for the tenth time.
"No... I saw it mom, I know he's a guardian angel," Annie replied. "It was like you told me... like dad always said too... Why don't you believe me?"
The woman, who was on the wheel, winced as the words of her daughter brought her memories back to life... the menories of her husband... the memories of his death.
"Annie, I do... I do believe you," the woman replied with a sigh.
The girl leand a little forward: "And why couldn't I talk to him a little more?"
"Because... because we're in a hurry... If he is YOUR angel, then you'll meet him again, don't worry..." the woman said, trying to stay calm. She didn't want to tell her daughter the truth... Actually she wasn't even sure if she herself would know that.
Her husband, Danny, he had told her that he was a guardian angel, and that's also what he had told their daughter... And it was ... well, he could just disappear and reappear from nothing... She never had asked him about that, how that worked... she didn't want to know. They had been happy together, a happy little family.
Till that day he was attacked, till that day he had died in her arms. He had told her with his last breath, to protect their little girl. And that's what she tried to do.
"Are you sure?" Annie asked, pulling her mother out of her thoughts.
The woman took a deep breath, then smiled at her daughter: "Yeah, of course..."

-“And that was.... how the snowman lived happily ever after, coming back every Christmas to cheer a little kid up and give him his gift.”- The curtains closed slowly hiding the stage behind, and with it, a very smiley Snow-Wyatt and all the other kids who stood behind him. At that very moment the auditorium was filled with the sound of strong and energetic clapping hands. When Leo saw Piper wiping her tears away, while sustaining little Chris in her arms, he smiled and wrapped her in an embrace:

-He was awesome, wasn’t he?- She sobbed, touched. Leo nodded, amused and also moved by his wife’s attitude.

-Yeah, he was... He was the best.- Then he kissed her on the forehead: -And now, sweetheart, you have to be yourself again and pay attention, because the best part of all the show is about to start.

Meanwhile, Chris and Bianca were still clapping their hands: -Cute...- Murmured Chris. Bianca kissed him in the cheek and said, making him blush:

-You did a great job, hon.- Victor, who was sitting in the middle of both couples, chuckled with their words as he kept clapping.

-And which is that part?- He asked Leo, interested. But Chris was faster in his answer:

-Santa Claus is coming...- He explained mysteriously. Victor raised his eyebrow but then turned his head to the stage again, wonderingly and expectant. Bianca burst out into laughter and caressed Hope while saying:

-I guess this part is gonna be fun.- Chris smiled and hugged her.

Meanwhile, behind them, Paige was holding Kyle´s hand and laughing at the same time: -Did you see the kid with a bunch of flowers on his head? He was so hilarious!- Kyle laughed softly too:

-The poor kid was kinda freaked out...

-Yeah, he was.- Said Cole, who was sitting at the other side of Phoebe, and therefore he had to lean a bit over himself: -I would be, if I had to wear that... disguise.- He and Kyle laughed heartily, but Phoebe punched very weakly Cole’s arm, making him complain:

-That hurt!

-Poor kid, Cole! He was really cute, don’t say foolishness.-

-Yeah, of course.- Answered Paige very quickly, trying to show herself serious but holding back her laughter. Kyle couldn’t help chuckling, which made Cole laughed again and Phoebe roll her eyes.

As all of them were in their conversations, the final part of the show was ready and the curtains started to open again...

Belén wrote:Ouch, so cute!!! You didn't spoil anything, why you thought that? It's geat!!! And as for your question, guess it could be the 23rd, is that ok?

Well... I wasn't sure if you had something special in mind for that girl, that's all...

Love your update... Mine is kind of short too, because I don't have much time... but I hope you like it...

Belén wrote:-“And that was.... how the snowman lived happily ever after, coming back every Christmas to cheer a little kid up and give him his gift.”- The curtains closed slowly hiding the stage behind, and with it, a very smiley Snow-Wyatt and all the other kids who stood behind him. At that very moment the auditorium was filled with the sound of strong and energetic clapping hands. When Leo saw Piper wiping her tears away, while sustaining little Chris in her arms, he smiled and wrapped her in an embrace:

-He was awesome, wasn’t he?- She sobbed, touched. Leo nodded, amused and also moved by his wife’s attitude.

-Yeah, he was... He was the best.- Then he kissed her on the forehead: -And now, sweetheart, you have to be yourself again and pay attention, because the best part of all the show is about to start.

Meanwhile, Chris and Bianca were still clapping their hands: -Cute...- Murmured Chris. Bianca kissed him in the cheek and said, making him blush:

-You did a great job, hon.- Victor, who was sitting in the middle of both couples, chuckled with their words as he kept clapping.

-And which is that part?- He asked Leo, interested. But Chris was faster in his answer:

-Santa Claus is coming...- He explained mysteriously. Victor raised his eyebrow but then turned his head to the stage again, wonderingly and expectant. Bianca burst out into laughter and caressed Hope while saying:

-I guess this part is gonna be fun.- Chris smiled and hugged her.

Meanwhile, behind them, Paige was holding Kyle´s hand and laughing at the same time: -Did you see the kid with a bunch of flowers on his head? He was so hilarious!- Kyle laughed softly too:

-The poor kid was kinda freaked out...

-Yeah, he was.- Said Cole, who was sitting at the other side of Phoebe, and therefore he had to lean a bit over himself: -I would be, if I had to wear that... disguise.- He and Kyle laughed heartily, but Phoebe punched very weakly Cole’s arm, making him complain:

-That hurt!

-Poor kid, Cole! He was really cute, don’t say foolishness.-

-Yeah, of course.- Answered Paige very quickly, trying to show herself serious but holding back her laughter. Kyle couldn’t help chuckling, which made Cole laughed again and Phoebe roll her eyes.

As all of them were in their conversations, the final part of the show was ready and the curtains started to open again...

Steve hugged Nicki tightly. "I love you, you know that?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah I know," she replied, "I love you too."
Both had been helping backstage with the first grade and the kindergarten group. Now after those parts were done they both had a moment to relax and watch 'Santa', from behind.
"I'm sorry," Steve said then, his voice low and nearly broken.
Nicki pulled away, wonderingly: "For what?" She looked him in the eyes and could see the sadness and frustration there.
"For not giving you the Christmas you deserve," he said lowering his eyes.
"Are you kindding?" she said and slapped his cest playfull. "I'm here, watching the play, with the person I love most in this world. And tomorrow we'll have a great dinner with our closest friends... and Christmas Day we will spend with your mom, and I'm sure you'll have a lovely gift for me... But most important... everytime you're near... You're here on my site... What more could I wish for?"
He nodded, but wasn't convinced: "But I wanted this Christmas to be perfect!"
Nicki smiled and kissed him: "It is perfect..."
Steve sighed and hugged her again. "I don't deserve you... I love you so much..."
She returned his hug lovingly. She could understand him perfectly, the situation was anything else than easy at the moment. But they would make the best out of it.
"Tony... Drew... Mellissa... STOP THAT CRAP!" they heard Veronica from the changing rooms.
Nicki pulled away and took Steve's hand: "Come on, let's see how our friends are doing with the 9th grade..."

Angela and Michael were sitting on the old and used sofa at the house of Angela's mom. She had invited them for an early Christmas Lunch. It felt weird to go back to the roots. They had spend so much time here, before they had been kidnapped, but now they didn't really fit into this world anymore. Some of their old friends also had been there for the meal, but those who had been their best firends in school, were now twenty years older. Michael sighed thinking about how less he had to talk about with Andy, the one who had been his best friend... once, in another life...
Now the others where gone, and Michael and Angela sat on Martha's sofa, drinking some coffee.
"I'm really sorry, that we can't come here tomorrow..." Angela said, feeling guilty. After all this was her mother.
"Oh don't worry," Martha replied smiling. "Actually I'm relieved that you found some new friends so soon... And I'm happy that you and... Bianca, right?" Angela nodded. "... you and Bianca are so close friends. That's good. I'm happy for you both. And you're god parents of their daughter, so you have to be there on Christmas."
Michael grinned, thinking about Hope. He couldn't wait to see her face when she would see that huge teddy for the first time.
Martha noticed the look on his face and added: "I'm sure she's a cute girl."
"Oh yes, she is..." Michael nodded.
"So..." his mother in law said, handing him another piece of the cake, "when will you two have your own child? I mean... I'm not getting any younger, you know?"
Michael and Angela blushed. Both of them unsure what to answer, they just looked at each other. Then Michael looked at the old woman - who was over seventy years old already - and felt that he shouldn't disappoint her. "Well..." he said hesitating, "we're trying... but... it didn't work... until now, I mean... But... I promise you, you'll have some grandkids as soon as possible..."
Martha smiled warmly. Actually, even if she was old, neither Angela nor Michael doubted that she would live another twenty years or even more. She was still powerful, made sports and was giving piano lessons. And even if her face showed her age, when she smiled she looked more like a teen...
"Oh..." the old woman excalimed suddenly, pulling the couple out of her thoughts. "I forgot, I wanted to give you something, Mike..."
"But it's two days before Christmas Day, mom," Angela stated while her mother rose and went over to one of her shelves.
"Ah... nonsens... this isn't something for Christmas..." she said while pulling out a few books. Then she retunred and gave the books to Michael. "Here, I know you like all those stuff about the middle age... Those books are from my husband. But since his death, only the dust pays attention to them. So I thought I give them to you."
Michael, nodded impressed. "Thanks," he said smiling, while he had a closer look at the old beautiful books. They surly had a high value. "Thanks a lot," he repeated.
"Oh... don't thank me, son... I'm happy that you have use for them..." She said and took a sip from her coffee.



Note: First, if you go on writing, please... don't let the play end without letting the 9th grade do something funny and unplaned.
And... Well... that part about Michael. Belen and me thought it would be better to put this thing with the book and the letter from Amy into this part, because we complete lost this part of the plot in the last story... And I wanted an explanation, why Mike and Angy weren’t at the play... So Belen or me, will copy in the other parts of that Letter-thing later in this story...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Steve hugged Nicki tightly. "I love you, you know that?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah I know," she replied, "I love you too."
Both had been helping backstage with the first grade and the kindergarten group. Now after those parts were done they both had a moment to relax and watch 'Santa', from behind.
"I'm sorry," Steve said then, his voice low and nearly broken.
Nicki pulled away, wonderingly: "For what?" She looked him in the eyes and could see the sadness and frustration there.
"For not giving you the Christmas you deserve," he said lowering his eyes.
"Are you kindding?" she said and slapped his cest playfull. "I'm here, watching the play, with the person I love most in this world. And tomorrow we'll have a great dinner with our closest friends... and Christmas Day we will spend with your mom, and I'm sure you'll have a lovely gift for me... But most important... everytime you're near... You're here on my site... What more could I wish for?"
He nodded, but wasn't convinced: "But I wanted this Christmas to be perfect!"
Nicki smiled and kissed him: "It is perfect..."
Steve sighed and hugged her again. "I don't deserve you... I love you so much..."
She returned his hug lovingly. She could understand him perfectly, the situation was anything else than easy at the moment. But they would make the best out of it.
"Tony... Drew... Mellissa... STOP THAT CRAP!" they heard Veronica from the changing rooms.
Nicki pulled away and took Steve's hand: "Come on, let's see how our friends are doing with the 9th grade..."

Angela and Michael were sitting on the old and used sofa at the house of Angela's mom. She had invited them for an early Christmas Lunch. It felt weird to go back to the roots. They had spend so much time here, before they had been kidnapped, but now they didn't really fit into this world anymore. Some of their old friends also had been there for the meal, but those who had been their best firends in school, were now twenty years older. Michael sighed thinking about how less he had to talk about with Andy, the one who had been his best friend... once, in another life...
Now the others where gone, and Michael and Angela sat on Martha's sofa, drinking some coffee.
"I'm really sorry, that we can't come here tomorrow..." Angela said, feeling guilty. After all this was her mother.
"Oh don't worry," Martha replied smiling. "Actually I'm relieved that you found some new friends so soon... And I'm happy that you and... Bianca, right?" Angela nodded. "... you and Bianca are so close friends. That's good. I'm happy for you both. And you're god parents of their daughter, so you have to be there on Christmas."
Michael grinned, thinking about Hope. He couldn't wait to see her face when she would see that huge teddy for the first time.
Martha noticed the look on his face and added: "I'm sure she's a cute girl."
"Oh yes, she is..." Michael nodded.
"So..." his mother in law said, handing him another piece of the cake, "when will you two have your own child? I mean... I'm not getting any younger, you know?"
Michael and Angela blushed. Both of them unsure what to answer, they just looked at each other. Then Michael looked at the old woman - who was over seventy years old already - and felt that he shouldn't disappoint her. "Well..." he said hesitating, "we're trying... but... it didn't work... until now, I mean... But... I promise you, you'll have some grandkids as soon as possible..."
Martha smiled warmly. Actually, even if she was old, neither Angela nor Michael doubted that she would live another twenty years or even more. She was still powerful, made sports and was giving piano lessons. And even if her face showed her age, when she smiled she looked more like a teen...
"Oh..." the old woman excalimed suddenly, pulling the couple out of her thoughts. "I forgot, I wanted to give you something, Mike..."
"But it's two days before Christmas Day, mom," Angela stated while her mother rose and went over to one of her shelves.
"Ah... nonsens... this isn't something for Christmas..." she said while pulling out a few books. Then she retunred and gave the books to Michael. "Here, I know you like all those stuff about the middle age... Those books are from my husband. But since his death, only the dust pays attention to them. So I thought I give them to you."
Michael, nodded impressed. "Thanks," he said smiling, while he had a closer look at the old beautiful books. They surly had a high value. "Thanks a lot," he repeated.
"Oh... don't thank me, son... I'm happy that you have use for them..." She said and took a sip from her coffee.

-“STOP THAT CRAP!"- Suddenly, in the silence of the auditorium, that yell was heard. Chris went pale in less than a nano-second, feeling all the stares at him.

-Sweety... I thought that behind the stage everything was under control... That Steve and the others were able to handle it...- Whispered Bianca, as she cradled Hope in her arms, now that the girl was starting to moan weakly. Chris smiled ashamed:

-So did I... believe me.- His eyes went from one place to another in the room, making sure that there was no one who had not noticed Veronica’s scream. –They’re gonna hear me when we finish here...- He added, still smiling, but visibly reddish now. Piper and Leo were also looking at him, as well as the back row where the rest were sitting, but they decided not to tell him anything, seeing how uncomfortable he was feeling.

-Buddy...- Victor could not help chuckling, but patted his shoulder. –There’s nothing wrong, these things happen in the normal world...-Chris lowered his eyes, annoyed and ashamed, but thanks God, even though it seemed to have been an eternity since Veronica’s outburst behind the stage, it had been just around five seconds between it and the reopening of the curtains.

-Hehehe...- They heard a nervous fast laughter, which turned into coughing and then into a –HO, ho, ho, ho!!!- while the curtains opened and Santa “Jeremiah appeared behind them, sitting on a big golden throne. People started to laugh and Chris uncrossed and crossed his legs several times, feeling he was starting to freak out with this new “inconvenience”. He had worked so hard to make this plays the best in many years, and everything was going wrong... At that moment, the young man felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Cole, who was smiling at him:

-It was just a little hitch. Not even that... Relax, nephew, and enjoy your work.- It was Cole, who was trying to calm him down. Victor nodded, and all the others smiled at him comfortingly.

-What?? Can you read my mind now??- Whispered Chris back at his uncle.

-Ho, Ho, HO!!!- They heard again Jeremiah’s laughter, who was now more focused and self-reliant. His voice this time surpassed all the laughter in the auditorium. –What do we have here??!!- He went on. Chris turned slightly to the stage, but then to his uncle again, who was answering with a smile:

-I don’t need to read your mind to know what you were thinking. Do as I say... Relax!.- Then he leant back again and passed his arm around Phoebe, who smiled and winked at Chris. Paige and Kyle also nodded at him. Chris took a deep breath, sighed and sat still again, looking at the scenery. Now, Jeremiah was laughing as Santa Claus all the time, and saying hello to the kids in the room, making them laugh too. Bianca put her hand on his knee:

-Look... He’s cute...- Chris swallowed and nodded; then he smiled, trying to focus on the play, as everyone had asked him to do.

-Have you all been good this year???- Asked Jeremiah at that time.

-Yes!!!!!- Answered the kids in the room.

-Are you sure??- Jeremiah took his hand to his ear, as if he was not able to hear correctly.

-YES!!!!- Cried the childish voices once again, making “Santa” smile.

-So you have not used magic to cheat??-

-NOOO!!-

-And you have not used it to... to get what you want???-

-NOO!!!- Jeremiah nodded slightly, with his hand scratching his chin, as if he was thinking deeply about it:

-I don’t know... You know what?? I see EEEverything.- At this, the kids looked at him very serious and said nothing; however, this time it was the parents that laughed heartily. –Ok... You know what?? I have a very good memory... But...- He had taken his hand under his red coat and now took it out again, throwing powder at the air suddenly: -Oops!- He said.

-That was memory powder!!- An older student dressed as an elf had come into the stage and said that, covering his mouth with a hand, and laughing: -He’s gonna forget those little things now.- All the kids in the auditorium started to laugh again, as our Santa frowned and looked around, confused:

-Wait... Who am I?-

-SANTA!!!!!!-

-Santa... Santa who??-

-Santa CLAUS!!!!!- At that Jeremiah scratched his forehead, as if he didn’t remember at all. All the kids held their breath, scared that Santa had forgotten that, while parents held their laughter watching their little children’s faces. After some seconds which again, seemed to be an eternity, Santa “Jeremiah” raised his hands startling in realisation:

-Oh... YEAH!!! You’re right!!! So... So I came here to... Give you some presents!!!-And after saying that, he used magic to make his big bag appear. All the kids started to cry and laugh and say things, very happy. At that moment, Bianca turned to Chris, frowning:

-Is he truly bringing some presents?- Chris, who was now calmer and enjoying all the spectacle, even laughing, nodded to his wife, shrugging:

-Just a little thing... You know, there are some kids here who won’t have much in Christmas Day...-

-Chris...- Bianca was so surprised and moved by that: -How did you... get those presents for all of them?- Chris smiled and kissed her softly in her lips:

-This was something that took the whole year, sweety. I raised some money among richer parents and I even told Michael, who helped quite a lot. And then magic... Can do much!- Bianca stared at him completely in love. Then she kissed him again:

-You’re an angel, did you know that?-

Kids were starting to stand on a line, including those who had already took part in the play, which meant also Wyatt. Jeremiah had already a couple of twins on his knees and was talking to them while the other waited calmly and parents observed them very happily. Piper felt she was drooling at the sight of her oldest dressed as the snowman. That was a great day... But Chris, with Bianca’s words, could not help go stiff. An angel... The second time he heard that in that day. And this brought the little girl back to his mind.

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Annie was on the floor in her house, playing with a couple of old dolls her daddy had bought for her before he died. She loved those dolls over everything.

-Hey, Annie... Do you want cookies with chocolate?- Asked her mother gladly as she entered the lounge with a big tray. I just made them!- annie looked at her gravely, and then continued playing, ignoring her. Her mother sighed, leaving the tray on the table. Then she went to her and hugged her from behind, squatting by her side: -Sweety... Why are you angry at me?-

-Because you don’t want to believe me.-

-Annie, my love... I told you we were in a hurry... And if he’s your angel, he’ll find you, I promise.

-But you say that, because you don’t believe he IS my angel!- She said, angrily. –I saw the colors you told me! And he helped me!- Her mother sighed again, and kissed her on the cheek.

-I believe you, honey... But things are not that easy... You know what?? Normally, you don’t see your angel... They stay hidden always behind you, to protect you and help you... Maybe you just saw him because he wanted you to see him once.... But that doesn’t mean you can see him all the time you want and...-

-But I can’t feel him now. I felt him in the toy store, but I can’t feel him now.- She sobbed in her mother’s arms. –If he were here, hidden, I would feel him...-

Her mother felt her heart breaking. She didn’t know what to do with her and her obsession with angels... Since her dad’s death, she had behaved that way.

-You don’t feel dad either... But you know he’s here, in your heart... Always.- She touched her chest softly, kissing her forehead again. Now, Annie was crying silently:

-Maybe dad is not here either.- She said.

-Dad is here always... Forever...- Answered her mother, caressing her hair. Both of them stayed like that, sobbing, for some minutes. After that, the woman stood up, dried her tears, and smiled, stretching her arm to her daughter:

-Ok, let’s make a deal. You’re gonna be happy today and you’re gonna eat cookies with chocolate with me, and I promise that tomorrow we’ll go back to that toy store again. Maybe your angel loves toys- She winked at her. Annie was not sure, but finally nodded and took her hand. Then both took their cookies watching a Disney movie.