Chrissy.W.x wrote:...again in the manor. It was the old manor like it used to before they changed everything, but still it wasn't the one from a few month ago... or even from former times. Not it was different. And standing there in the hallway, Chris knew immediately why. "Oh my God..." he muttered, as Patty grabbed his hand again, holding it tightly.
Right that moment they heard some giggles and Chris turned around. There on the stairs - nearly on the first floor - were five years old Wyatt and a two years old Chris hiding behind the banisters. That wasn't Christopher, it was Chris... This was a moment from his very own past...
He remembered that day very well. It was Christmas Eve. One of the few when he was happy. One of those when Wyatt was still good, one of those he wasn't bothered by his fathers absence. Wyatt and him had talked all day about Santa, and what gifts the would bring them. They had been excited all the time and of course non of them wanted to go to bed that night... They wanted to see Santa! Of course they knew he would have been there, when the milk and cookies were gone in the morning. But they wanted to see him! So they kept orbing out of bed...
"Wyatt Matthew!" they suddenly heard their mother yelling. "Christopher Perry! What did I tell you? It's far over bed time boys!" At that moment she appeared on top of the stairs.
"But mom we wanna see Santa!" Wyatt pouted.
"Yeah... Santa! See Santa!" the little Chris giggled happily!
Meanwhile Chris had to smile downstairs. Oh yeah, he really wanted to see Santa at this day. And something was awakening deep down inside his stomach. A very weird feeling of joy he couldn't describe. He turned to his small guide who smiled at him when she saw his green eyes sparkle. But then she lead his attention back to the two small boys.
"No Wyatt... you need to go to bed... you..." Piper started but she couldn't finish her sentence. Because suddenly noises were heard from the living room.
"Santa!" both boys exclaimed. They ran down the stairs, little Chris was almost falling over his own short legs. When they reached the ground floor they ran past Chris to the living room. In the door they stopped. Then Piper followed the boys with a wide smile on her face.
Chris was like frozen, unsure what to do next, but Patty dragged him to follow his family from his past. So he finally stood behind Piper watching what was going on inside the dark living room.
There was a man with a white beard and red suite, walking around, an placing some boxes under the huge Christmas tree. And when he was done (it had been a lot of boxes) he was looking around for the milk and cookies. And when he bite into one of Piper's delicious cookies and swallowed it down with a bit of the milk little Chris suddenly whispered full of wonder: "Santa..."
Wyatt immediately clasped his hand over his little brother's mouth, but it was too late. Santa had heard them.
"Ho-ho-HO!" he raised his voice and waved his hand which made the lights switch on. Both boys were frozen when the huge man approached them, while Piper giggled, same as Chris behind her.
"Who are those boys who are not in bed right now like they are supposed to be?" Santa asked.
Wyatt stepped forward: "It was my fault. Take away my gifts if you want, but not those of Chris. He was always a good boy."
Chris noticed that Piper had some tears in her eyes, while little Chris stumbled forward. "No!" he exclaimed. "Wyatt's good... He's my big b'other. He's go-o-od... a'ways, a'ways. He's takin' away my outch yesterday..."
"You're 'outch'?" Petty asked the grow up Chris.
The Elder-witch smiled: "We were playing ‚catch me if you can' and I fall down the stairs... Wyatt healed me, before mom found out..."
"Well, now she has, I guess," the little girl said, pointing at Pipers deep frown.
"She never said anything about it through..."
Meanwhile Santa, wearing a very serious look, went closer to the boys standing side by side. Unintentionally little Chris grabbed his big brother's hand. But then Santa smiled, and knelled down in front of them. "Well... you seem to care for each other a lot, and that's a very noble thing..."
Both boys sighed relieved, right when Santa looked up and his eyes met with those of Piper.
And that second Chris could clearly look into Santa's eyes for the first time... Into those blue sparkling eyes. And that's when it hit him...
"Leo..." he mumbled kind of shocked.
Patty smiled softly at him. "Yes... your father..."
"He was there... He was there... That Christmas he was there..." Chris couldn't believe it.
Still in shock he watched as Santa - no Leo - hugged both his sons tightly... both of them.. and he gave both of them an extra gift which they were allowed to open that night, before the morning...
"He cared... He loved me..." Chris's mind couldn't believe it, but his heart did... and he started to cry silently.
The little girl besides him pressed his hand tightly: "Of course he did... he loved both of you the same way, before things went to *..." Chris just nodded as the tears kept rolling down his cheeks...
They stood there for a while, just watching as the memory played out...
Then everything went dark around them, just the spot where Chris and Patty stood was illuminated by a spotlight.
"What is this?" the girl asked as Chris dried his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.
Then he looked at her: "What? I thought you're my guide o how can you NOT know???" The little girl looked at him a slight hint of panic in her eyes. But before she could say anything, another voice was heard...
"I'm sorry to disturb you Chris, but I need your help!"
With the voice appeared a man, who was good looking. Chris had never seen him before but something about him was familiar.
When neither Chris nor the girl said anything, the man went on talking. "My name is Aaron, I'm a spirit but I was a whitelighter I made myself fall because I fell in love... Then I was killed. Now my daughter is in danger... She needs your help, Chris. Annie needs your help!"
"What?" Now he got the Elder-witch's full attention. "Do you mean that girl who said I'm her guardian angel???"
The man nodded "Something went wrong when I gave up my powers... Something was left inside of me, and now she's able to see what a person is like... like if she can see deep into your soul she can see if you're good or if you're not... She told me that she sees those colors and it seems the brighter they are the better is the person... and..." he rambled, his voice filled with worry and panic.
"Yeah ok... but... what happened? You said you need my help..."
"She was shot by a darklighter... you need to save her..." Aaron exclaimed putting his hands at his head, tearing at his hair.
Chris immediately understood... He had to go... wake up... "I need to go out of here!" he said to the girl next to him. Patty nodded seriously and waved her hand.

The next thing Chris knew that he felt dizzy. Groaning he opened his eyes and realised that he was lying on the floor on a soft kind of carpet, and their new friend was sitting in front of him, observing him curious.
That was when Chris remembered what happened, when he remembered... "Annie!" he exclaimed realising that his throat was sore and his voice almost broke. Nevertheless he stood up quickly but fell back again as another wave of dizziness hit him.
"Easy... easy.." Jack said as he helped the man to sit... "Such a vision is taking a lot of energy from you, you should take your time..."
"No," Chris said, shaking his head, "I have to go, I have to save her..." He looked around and saw that Michael was lying on the carpet, too, his eyes close as if he was sleeping. "What happened to him?" He asked.
"He has his own vision," Jack explained calmly..
But Chris didn't have the time for that. "You have to wake him I have to go!" he ordered as he finally managed to stand up.
"I can't do that... he has to get out of it on his own, if you don't want to hurt him." Jack explained, still emitting an unbelievable calmness. Chris looked frantically between his friend and the native american back and forth. Jack smiled understanding: "Go... nothing will happened to him, I'm taking care of that. Go and do what you have to do, and then come back and pick him up."
Chris nodded: "Thanks." Then he - with one last look at Michael - he orbed away.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Sorry couldn't resist... But now it's really your turn Belén... or who ever feels in the mood to write... Come on you're all welcome!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Michael had felt dizzy for a moment. But then that feeling was gone as fast as it came. But when he opened his eyes again the wolrd around him was a little foggy. He was, as it seemed in the middle of and old native american village... there were a lot of people walking around, it seemed to be a casual summer day in the tribe, except for that mysterious fog lying above everything.
But then two figures approached him and it was as if they crossed a barrier or something, because suddenly they became very clear. The man was tall, but even if you could see his strength he looked like he could need a few burgers on his ribs. And the small woman seemed to be heavily pregnant.
When they came closer Michael could see that their skin was far to light for someone born at that place. The man smiled at him, even if his eyes seemed to be a little sad. The woman smiled at him, too. It was a warm and honest smile, and her eyes were sparkling.
"Hello Mike," she said, tiptoeing to hug him. "It’s good to see you..."
Michael looked at her shocked: "Amy?"
The woman nodded energetically. Then hugging the man by her side, she asked: "And I’m sure you remember my husband Gareth, right?"
"Of course," Michael said and shook the man’s hand. Then he asked: "Am I in the past???"
Amy smiled: "No, you aren’t... this is a place between your mind and the afterlife. It’s an image based on what you know, so it’s easier for you to understand."
"So this is only my imagination?"
"No," she went on explaining, "not completely. You see, me and Gareth we’re standing here in front of you like we once were, and there is no way you could know that. This is what we looked like when I wrote you the letter... which I suppose, you already got."
Michael nodded: "So... why am I here?"
"We know you would try to find a trace from us," Gareth said. It was the first thing he said during that weird meeting. "So we made sure someone would find you and bring you to this place, because we have something to talk about."
"And that is?" Michael asked.
Amy looked at him still smiling, but it was more serious now through: "Well, first of all I wanted to make sure, that you know we’re alright. After we escaped the horrible events back there in Camelot..." By these words Gareth winced a little, but Amy went on: "... we came here, and here is where we lived our life until we died. By then we had four children, and lots of grandchildren... And all that we had because you warned me, because you gave me the chance to save him."
"You’re welcome," Michael muttered. "But the letter said all that already... well, not all, but... it said you survived."
"Well, there is something more we wanna tell you... something we wanna give you," Gareth said.
"You know," Amy began to explain, when she saw the frown on Michael’s face, "Arthur was a great man and a great king. And do you know why he was this?"
Michael shrugged: "Because he had the sword?"
Gareth laughed at that, so Amy slapped him playfully. Then she turned to Michael again: "No... the most important thing was that he wasn’t sitting on his thrown looking down on the world around him. He had friends which he put onto the same level than himself, and that kept him grounded."
Now Michael nodded: "The knights of the round table..."
"Exactly," Gareth said, "and now that your friend Chris is supposed to be the new heir of the sword, he needs someone by his side, too."
"Some one to look out for him, and to save his back at the same time. Someone he could rely on, no matter what," Amy added. And when Michael looked at her she added: "And one of them is you!"
"Me?? Oh... No I don’t think I... I mean... I... I’m just a mortal..."
"So was I," Gareth said smiling, but Michael just shook his head.
Amy took his arm to gain his attention: "Chris trusts you, he trusts you with his life. You may not be his only knight in the future, but you’ll be his closest one... same as Wyatt will be for Christopher. It is meant to be like this..."
Michael looked at her simply shocked. He didn’t know what to do or say... his head was just blank.
"You can do it, I know..." Gareth said, patting his shoulder, "and therefore I want you to have this." Michael looked down to the man’s outstretched hands where all of a sudden a sword appeared, Gareth’s sword.
"I blessed it with a few spells so that you can use it also to defend fire- and energyballs," Amy explained. Michael hesitated.
"Come on, take it," Gareth said encouraging.
Michael sighed: "You’re sure about this?"
Both nodded. "Yes we are," the former knight said.
"And send Chris our greetings and a huge ‘thanks’," Amy added.
Michael nodded and then took the sword. And the same second he was overcome with that weird dizziness again.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer - had a very shiny nose..."
Phoebe heard those lines when she finally had climbed up the stairs. But was that really him? Slowly she walked over to the nursery and looked into the room. There he was - her wonderul amazing husband, changing the diaper of Christopher and singing!
"... all of the other reindeers used to laugh and call him names - they never let poor rudolph join in any reindeer game..."
Phoebe couldn't help it, but right that moment she fall in love with him again. He was so cute as he sang and danced in front of the giggling baby. And while Christopher smiled at his uncle and moving his little arms and legs happily, Phoebe started to shed a few tears... Oh this was so touching.
Right then Cole picked the little boy up and hugged him to his chest, dancing through the room while he sang the last lines of the song.
"Rudolph with your nose so bright - won't you guide my sleigh tonight - then all the reindeers loved him..."
He stopped, because he turned around and saw his wife, standing in the doorway, crying silently. Fearing the worst he went over to her and asked: "What happened?"
"Nothing," Phoebe said smiling, drying her eyes, "I just... oh Cole, I love you so much!"
Cole frowned as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "But why are you crying?" he asked.
Phoebe smiled: "Because you're so cute. I know now why Chris likes you so much, I can see it. And I'm sure you'll be a wonderful daddy on your own. You're so cute with kids... I love you so much."
Now Cole chucked. Was everyone going crazy today? Well it seemed so. And even if Phoebe had him really scred for a moment, he loved her little emotional outbreaks she had here and there during the last days. This was Christmas for God's sake. When you couldn't be emotional those days, then whenever? "I love you, too," he wishpered and kissed her, while Christopher giggled happily.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Oh I hate to quote myself I really do... But I can't leave this story unfinished either...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Paige and Kyle were lying on her bed, legs entwined they shared a passionate kiss after another. They both had waited for this so long...
Paige was already busy with opening his shirt while Kyle's hands already found their way under her t-shirt. They had forgotten everything around them...
"PAIGE!!! PAIGE, WHERE ARE YOU???"
Startled they broke the kiss and looked at each other.
"PAIGE??? ARE YOU UP THERE?" Piper's voice was again heard through the whole house.
Now the two lovers started to giggle. And when they heard steps on the stairs they quickly fixed their closes hastily.
Right when the last botton was fixed the oldest of the sisters opened the door.
"Piper can't you knock?" Paige exclaimed walking over to her sister.
The newcomer turned slightly red, but then laughed. "Sorry... I guess I have to get used to do that again... Didn't mean to interupted you."
Now Kyle, who still set - now crossleged - on the bed, blushed a little and said: "Oh you didn't interupted us, don't worry..."
Piper now laughed even more. "Yeah I can see that," she said. Then she left the room while saying: "If you're done little sister, you could begin with steeing the table..." Then she was gone.
Paige sighed and turned around. Then she, too, began to laugh.
"What?" Kyle asked confused.
Paige came closer and pointed at the lines of bottons on his shirt. In his hurry he had mistaken one and bottoned his shirt the wrong way.
"Ups," Kyle said blushing, but then he laughed, too, and pulled her close again.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Oh... no no no no no!" Piper exclaimed as she came down the stairs and saw Victor setting the table.
"What?" the man asked confused.
"You're our guest, dad, let Paige do this..." his eldest complained.
Victor just grinned: "Piper, honey, I love you... but I'm not going to sit down all the time and do nothing, ok...? Plus I guess Paige has other thiongs to do..." And when his daughter send him a questioning look he added: "I once was young and freshly in love, too, you know?"
This made Piper blush: "Ok... really don't need that picture..."
For a moment they both shared a heartily giggle. Then she asked him: "Where's the rest?"
Victor stopped and frowned as if he was hard thinking. "Well... Bianca and Angela are in the kitchen, Cole wanted to check on the babies and Phoebe followed him, Paige is upstairs with Kyle. And Steve, Nicki and Veronica are in the living room, waiting for Chris, and Leo is there too - he just came back. And Tom and Wyatt are outside building a snowman. And..."
"Wait... waiting for Chris? Where is he?" Piper interupted him.
Victor smiled: "I was just getting to that point, honey... Michael and Chris orbed away about an hour ago... they wanted to check out a cementary somewhere... But they promised to be back on time."
"WHAT?" Piper exclaimed. "TODAY???" And as Victor nodded she turned her head to the ceiling and screamed: "CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL GET YOUR A*S BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! It's Christmas for God's sake! YOU ARE SO GROUNDED YOUNG MAN!"
Vicotr looked at his daughter and all he could do was laugh.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:I'm not going to leave this story wiothout an end. I may not be able to write a great end, but I'll write an end! Through... I won't finish it with one post... that'd be too much.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:When Chris orbed into the dark alley, he could hear his mother's voice in his head and groaned. He's head still ached from the after-effects of his vision and the yelling didn't help. But he had to push those thoughts and feelings into the back of his mind, like he once was used to. Business was all that mattered right now, he himself wasn't important at the moment, but this innocent little girl... she was.
And as soon as he had fully reformed he heard someone talking and someone crying. Looking around he saw some movements on the other end of the alley. He walked into that direction and noticed that there was a man who tried to calm down a woman who was holding a child in her arms. 'Annie!' Chris thought and ran over to them.
"It's ok, Miss... Please calm down, they will be here any minute," the man just said.
What Chris didn't know was that this man had heard the painful screams of the woman and came to her help. When he had seen the girl, shot by an arrow, he had immediately called 911 with his mobile phone, just a few moments ago.
"Annie!" Chris exclaimed as he sank down by the girl's side.
The scared mother looked up and paled when she saw the Elder-witch. She couldn't understand what he was doing there, right now. Why was he there... again? Had he maybe something to do with all this. "What do you want?" she screamed therefore. "Leave us alone!"
The man with the mobile phone frowned and asked: "Who are you?"
Chris just looked at him, while feeling Annie's pulse, then he snapped: "Someone who's able to save her!"
The man grinned: "Yeah, sure buddy. I guess you better leave, the ambulance will be here any moment."
"What?" Chris exclaimed. Then he muttered: "Oh no...no..." The ambulance was the last thing he needed. He had to get Annie away, now, before they would arrive.
So he turned to Annie's mother who hold the unconsious girl tightly in her arms and eyed Chris warily, while backing away from him. "Listen, Aaron send me!" Chris tried.
The woman froze looking at him confused.
'Good, now I have her attention,' Chris thought. Then he went on talking to her: "I won't hurt you, nor her, I swear. But please let me help her."
In the distance he heard the sirens of the ambulance approaching. The other man put his hand on Chris's shoulder: "Man you better leave now, the doctors will take care of her."
Chris shrugged the hand off and kept talking to the woman, his voice beggingly: "You will lose her, if you won't let me help?"
Again the other man aproached him, trying to send Chris away. But the Elder-witch wouldn't let him. Turning around and raising his hands in order to push him telecinetically away, he saw how the man suddenly froze. Shocked he looked at his hand. Since when could he do that?
But he quickly overcame the shock and turned back to Annie and her mother who was staring at the frozen man, even more scared now. Chris moved nearer to her again. "Please," he begged, "I know you have no reason to trust me, but I really just want to save her."
The sirens of the ambulance came closer and closer with every second that passed. The woman didn't know what to do. All this was too much for her. She heard the ambulance coming nearer. They would come, they would save her daughter, wouldn't they? And this man in front of her, he said he would save her. Annie had trusted him, Annie had said he's an angel... What if he really was? She looked down at the still form of her child. Annie was so deadly pale by now that her heart broke at the sight. With red and wet eyes she turned to Chris again and said: "Please... save her..."
Chris didn't need to hear more. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm while touching Annie. There was no time to lose as the sirens were pretty close now. "Don't be afraid," he said calmly, then he orbed with both of them away.
The next moment the man unfroze and looked around confused. What had happened? Where was that woman and child gone? Had he maybe just dreamt all this? Right that moment an ambulance stopped at the entrance of the alley...

Loor wrote:Oh, Chrissy, you just keep writing! I don't understand were you still keep finding inspiration. I started a fanfic myself not so long ago and I find it incredibly hard to find inspiration at times. So I think you are doing a great job.
I haven't read the fic (a little too long), but I am sure it is great. If I ever have a lot of time, I'll read the whole thing on fanfiction.net !
Just wanted to let you know that, so you don't feel you are writing for nothing..

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Jack sat silently observing the young man who was still lying on his floor, his eyes closed and his breath calm as if he was sleeping. But Jack could tell that he wasn't. His body was still tensed, his mind was working. Then suddenly white lights appeared besides this young man, startling Jack. The native american jumped up grabbing a knife in case he needed to fight.
But there was no need to. When the light was gone, Jack saw that something lay on the floor besides the young man, something he knew very well, still never really saw before. And he smiled.
Right that moment Michael began to stirr, and slowly opened his eyes to look around. His eyes were burning and his sight was a little woozy but else he was ok, and glad to be back in the real world. Slowly he took in what he saw, but all he saw was the ceiling of the room, which was made of dark brown wood. So basically all he saw was a dark brown mass because of the woozyness.
He wanted to sit up but felt a little dizzy. That's when he felt someone helping him into a sitting position.
"Easy," Jack said, "no need to rush..."
"Wha... What happened?" Michael asked.
Jack sat down by his side. "You tell me," he said grinning. "You've been the one who had a meeting with the spirits."
Michael shook his head to clear his mind. Then he mumbled: "Woa... what a dream."
"No dream, Michael," Jack said. Then he leand over Michael's lab and picked something up that lay on the other side. He looked at it for a moment, then he smiled and gave it to the young man: "I guess that's yours."
Michael took it, the sword, the sword of Gareth, and looked at Jack frowning. "How did you..."
"Oh I did nothing," Jack smiled. While you were in your vision the sword appeared by your side. Since no one was able to get it out of it grave I guess it's meant to be yours."
Michael looked at sword and then and Jack again. "It's grave?"
Jack nodded: "The sword belongs to our ancestors since many, many years. It was always meant to be passed on from generation to generation like the legend that made me find you today. But when the white man came, my ancestors figured the sword wouldn't be save anymore. So they put it in a cave into a stone grave, which was sealed by powerful spirits. No one was able to open it since then. All that we had left were some drawings of it."
"Wow..." was all Michael could say to this. then he said: "But, I can't keep it when it's so important to your family." And he offered the sword to Jack to take it back.
But Jack pushed his hands back and with this the sword back to Michael's lab. "This sword is meant for you... we were just it's keeper, so to say. I'm proud that I have seen it in real today, I always dreamt of it, but that's all... This is how it's supposed to be. You are meant to have it."
Michael nodded, still amazed. "Thanks," he muttered. Then looking around he noticed someone was missing. "Where is Chris?"

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Just feel like writing again. And thanks Jen, for the info...

You're welcome! Glad to help.
And speaking of help.... Since you asked so nicely, here's my little (and I do mean little! ) contribution to your great story. I just hope it's good enough. It's not my best work and I feel like I'm forgetting something, but I hope you like it. (Either way, I'm hiding behind my monitor.... )

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Piper? What's wrong?" Leo asked worried, as he came into the dining room.
"Your son seems to think it's nice to disappear on Christmas Eve short before diner, that's what is wrong!" his wife snaped back, angry.
Leo just looked at her confused: "Which one?"
Piper rose her hands in frustration as if she wanted to blow him up. Then she grumbled and stormed back into the kitchen.
Leo turned to a chuckling Victor: "Did I miss something?"
The older of the two shook his head: "No... just that Chris and Michael orbed to a cementary for which reason ever. But I'm sure they will be back soon."
Now the Elder sighed, as it drowned him what was going on. He shook his head: "He'll better hurry or his mom will blow up Christmas... literally."

Meanwhile Chris had orbed with Annie and her mom to his office at magic school. As soon as they had fully reformed, the woman had to fight a huge dizzyness, while Chris checked again on the girl.
When her stomach finally stopped turning she looked around and asked scared: "What was that, where are we and... WHO are you????"
Chris who had just felt for Annie's pulse again, which was getting weaker with ever second, looked up: "No time for that, you need to get the arrow out!"
"What?" the woman just shrieked, holding closer to the little girl.
"I can't do it, because that d*mn thing is poisoned. It will kill me same as it is now killing her, so if you want me to safe her you have to get that thing out of her!" Chris yelled back at her, since calm reasoning seemed not to work with the woman anymore.
Annie's mom had a look fo panic on her face. She was like forzen unable to do anything. She was so scared, she couldn't lose her daught, not her, too.
"D*mn it!" Chris exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders to look her in the eyes. "Listen to me, and listen carefully. YOU-NEED-TO-GET-THAT-ARROW-OUT! NOW!!!!!!"
The woman just looked at him, not moving. Chris could tell that she was under shock, but that didn't help the situation. So he sighed and looked around. He would use his telekinesis, but after what happened earlier, he didn't trust this power right now. Therefore he needed something to protect himself... a towel maybe or a piece of...
He spotted the pillows on his sofa. That would do it - hopefully. He quickly grabbed one ond tore off the pillow case. Then he went over and wrapped it aorund the end of the arrow, carefully, not to touch it.
"What are you doing?" the woman asked scared, her voice sounding like it wouldn't belong to her.
"Saving her," Chris replied matter of factly. Then he took a deep breath and grabbed the arrow where he had wrapped it in the pillow case. He close his eyes, hoping that this girl wouldn't feel the pain through she was unconcsious. And with one quick move he tore that d*mn thing out of her shoulder. Annie didn't move.
So Chris threw the arrow into a trashcan and fried it with a flash so that no one could get hurt by it anymore. Luckily that made the woman jump a little in fear, making her let go of the girl.
So Chris picked her up to his arms and placed her on the sofa. Then he put his hands over the now heavily bleeding shoulder. Only a moment later the golden glow appeared, but first nothing seemed to happen.
Chris was a little worried that the arrow could be poisoned with that new improved poison. Then he would need Odin's help, since he is one of the few who by now were able to heal such a wound - and somehow he didn't want this story to make it's way to the upper world. But then he noticed with relieve that the wound slowly closed. 'Thanks God,' he thought.
When it was done Annie didn't wake up right away, but he hadn't expect that, since she had been pretty close to death. She would need a moment to recover fully. So he rose and turned around to the woman who stood behind him. "She'll be fine," he said calmly.
The woman just looked at him, then she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thanks... Thanks so much," she muttered against his chest, crying because of her relieve. "You are truely an angel."
Chris smiled embarressed and seperated her from himself so that he could look at her: "No, I'm not... Special, maybe... But I'm not an angel." She nodded, through he was sure she would always see an angel in him. So he sighed and went on: "Annie should wake up soon, since then you can stay here in my office. I'll make sure that someone will get you a room later, because I think it's better you stay here tonight. It's the safest place you can think of. But I have to go now, since I have to check on a friend of mine."
The woman nodded lowering her eyes. But then she looked up again. "I... I don't want to be rude, but... Can't you stay? Because I guess Annie will be pretty sad, when she finds out that you have saved her and she couldn't thank you herself."
Chris smiled at her, nodding. "I promise I'll come back later. You're sure you're ok here?" The woman nodded and when she did, Chris orbed away to pick up Michael.

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:You're welcome! Glad to help.
And speaking of help.... Since you asked so nicely, here's my little (and I do mean little! ) contribution to your great story. I just hope it's good enough. It's not my best work and I feel like I'm forgetting something, but I hope you like it. (Either way, I'm hiding behind my monitor.... )

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:-Wyatt giggled as Tom held him up to put the last branch into the snowman. Once Wyatt was back on the ground, Tom took a step back to look at their masterpiece. "What do you think, Wyatt? Did we do a good job?"
-"Yes! Yes!" The little boy answered with glee. A big smile crossing his face. But Tom felt like something was missing. ‘Eyes, check. Nose, check. Mouth, check. Arms, check. Heck, we even have buttons down the front! So what's missing?' Tom thought, as he stared hard at the man of snow. And then it hit him.
-"Hat and scarf!" He said, then turning to Wyatt, asked, "Do you know where we can find a hat and a scarf for our nice snowman?" Wyatt thought for a moment, and then blue orbs appeared around his hands. And sure enough, they formed into a hat and a scarf.
-"Perfect!" Tom exclaimed. Then he picked up Wyatt again, so the little boy could place the black hat on the head, and then the multicolored scarf around the neck. "Now that's one handsome snowman!" He said as he placed Wyatt on the ground again.
-"Anoder one?" Wyatt asked, looking up at Tom with a big grin.
-"Sorry, Sport. It's time to go in." Tom said, as Wyatt's grin turned into a pout. Tom looked at the little boy sympathetically, and held out his hand. Wyatt took it reluctantly, and the two went inside.
-"Did someone say ‘food'?" Tom joked, as he closed the door behind him, even though he hadn't heard anything.
-"No, but I thought I heard something about setting the table." Veronica said as she came to check on who came in.
-"Close enough." Tom said, then turned his attention to Wyatt. "Lets get you out of that snowsuit."
-"Did you have fun making your snowman, Wyatt?" Veronica asked, as she helped Tom peel the suit off of the little boy.
-"Yes! Lots of fun!" Wyatt said, as happy as any child should be at Christmas time.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Don't worry Piper," Angela tried to calm down the angry woman. "Michael knows he will have to sleep on the couch for at least the rest of this year when he doesn't show up on time... So be sure they will be here!"
Bianca chuckled: "That's a good idea. I have to try that one on Chris, too, someday."
Piper just rolled her eyes, still *. But she knew those two women wouldn't understand her anyway. Because if they would they wouldn't have let them go anyway...
She went over to the oven to check on the turky again which would need about 30 more minutes. So it was time to cook the potatos. While she did that she thought back to the last two Christmas they had... those with Chris, or better, those without him.
The first year when he was in the past, they hardly had seen him on Christmas. It was before they knew who he is, around the time when there had been a lot of trust-issues in the air. And to be honest, back then she had been glad that she didn't had to deal with him those days. She still didn't know where he had been those days and now she wondered if she should ask. But then she thought that this would probably just open old wounds, so she threw this thought away.
The following year they did know who Chris is... But still Christmas was anything else than perfect. There had been this trouble with the school, where a lot of stuff needed to be settled, so Chris was hardly home. And there had been that clan of demons who had been after Paige. They had the happid to spit acid at their targets which meant the end of the Christmas tree. This was also the reason why they hadn't invite Victor back then, it had been to risky.
But this year, things should be different. This should be the Christmas Chris deserved, the one they all deserved. But no, her oldest has to go on some trip an hour before dinner.
Still angry she left the kitchen again, to see if Wyatt is back in the house. Entering the hallway she heard Veronica and Tom talking, while they undressed her little boy who was smiling aver his whole face. Piper had to smile, too. She was happy for him, since snow was more than rare in SanFrancisco, and that enlighted her own mood.
Then she turned her attention to the other two people: "You know, you can also stay for dinner if you want."
Veronica looked at her and smiled: "No, thanks... But we are supposed to eat with my parents, and Steve and Nicki will be at the school with their parents... so, thanks but no."
"Yeah," Tom agreed, "as much as I would like to stay and taste your wonderful meal, we have to go... we would be gone already, we're only waiting for Chris. Do you know when he'll be back?"
Piper's smile faded and she turned on her heels and marched back into the kitchen grumbling.
Tom turned to his girlfriend, while Wyatt - finally freed from his snowdress - ran into the livingroom: "Did I say something wrong?" Veronica just shrugged in response.

Chrissy, I know you have an idea, but I thought I'd better catch you before you posted it. I explained my idea a little to you in my PM. I won't mess with your idea. I hope. lol And this way you won't have to post after yourself again.

And yes, I do have an idea, and as soon as I'm back from checking on my friend's cat, I'll write it, then post it. And it probably won't be very long.

Okay! All done! Hope you like it...
And man, do I ever love "automatic backup"! lol

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Michael jumped up as soon as he saw the first orblights enter the room, slightly yelling at the bundle of lights: "Where have you been?"
When Chris finally reformed completely he cuckled at his friend's behavior, saying: "Will you let me arrive first...?" But michael just looked at him with his arms crossed in front of his chest. So Chris sighed and explained: "There was someone I needed to save."
"Someone?" Michael asked.
Chris nodded: "A young girl of maybe 5 years... I'm not sure. She was shot by a darklighter."
Immediately Michael's face expression changed from angry to worried: "Oh my God... is she fine? Are YOU fine?"
The Elder-witch smiled and nodded again: "Everyone is fine, don't worry... But mom was yelling for me, and through she has stopped by now... Finally!" The last word was directed to the ceiling. Then he looked at his friend again and continued: "So, we should go home..." Then he looked around. "Where is Jack?" he asked when he didn't see the man.
"Gone," Michael said. "He couldn't wait any longer, since he is supposed to met with his own family. But he told me to send you some greetings..."
"He left you alone, unprotected?" Chris exclaimed.
Now Michael laughed: "I'm not a baby, ok? Plus what shall happen to me here, huh? It's not like this is the underworld or somthing... Plus, I got this." And with those words he hold the sword so that Chris noticed it.
"What's that?" Chris asked forwning.
Michael chuckeld: "A sword." But when he saw his friend rolling his eyes he added: "It was Gareth's sword, the one who married Amy. She put a spell on it to let it deflect also energy balls and fire balls... isn't that cool... She said, I'm supposed to be your knight."
Now Chris rose his eye brows: "Yeah shure... In your dreams..."
"But..."
"No! I surely won't take you with me when I fight demons, got it... I'm not going to risk your life!"
Michael nodded: "Thanks, but... from what Amy said, I'll need it someday, though she hasn't clearyfied for what exactly."
"You talked to her?"
Michael just nodded and then said: "But I'll tell you about that later... First we have a dinner to attent."
Chris nodded and then all of a sudden his eyes started to sparkle and he smiled. He thought about the dinner, the delicious turky his mom had made every year and he had no doubt that it would be just as good as that, this year. And he also thought about the tree, and the gifts for Wyatt... and he wondered if there would be a gift for him too. Suddenly he felt so excited about it, like if he would be still a child...
"What?" Michael asked seeing that weird expression on his friend's face.
Chris shook his head: "Nothing... Come one, before Santa takes our gifts away, because we're late." And with this he orbed them both home...