Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Chrissy and Belén, I hope this inspires you both...

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Cue the opening... [/i]


-It was a beautiful, warm and Sunny afternoon in San Francisco, which was in great contrast to the snowy weather from over the Christmas holidays. Now, the snow that had fallen, the first in recent history, was all just a memory. A wonderful memory of snowmen and snow angels, captured for eternity on film and computer chip.
-Despite the city having been slowed down during those snowy days, it was moving at its regular pace now, people and vehicles, moving freely on the streets. The ice cream trucks were starting to make their rounds of the neighborhoods, enticing children of all ages to cool down with their sweet treats in the increasingly warmer weather.
-One such ice cream truck was making its way down Prescott street, calling the children with its simple song. Chris watched it for a moment, as he and Bianca unloaded the groceries from the jeep. He thought briefly back to those snowy days, to the snowman Wyatt had built with Tom, to shoveling the front steps with Leo and Cole. To the most wonderful Christmas he had ever had. But as the memory faded to the corner of his mind where he stored his most precious memories, the knowledge that things were getting back to normal entered his mind as Bianca handed him the last bag of food.
-Some of their neighbors were out for an afternoon walk, as Chris and Bianca ascended the front stairs of the manor. As Chris reached the door, it suddenly occurred to him that he wouldn't be able to open the door, since his hands were full.
-"Should we orb in?" Bianca asked from beside him. He took a quick look behind, to the street where a couple was walking past.
-"Better not. Too many witnesses." Chris said, then an idea came to him and he smiled. He freed a finger and aimed it at the door, using his powers to open it. He stepped aside to let Bianca go first. "After you, Darling."
-"Why thank you, Sweetheart." She replied, returning his big grin, as she entered the manor. He followed close behind, kicking the door shut with his heel.
-"Mom, we're home. We got the stuff you wanted." He called, as he and his wife brought the bags into the dining room. Everything seemed strangely quite. He knew his mother should be home. She wasn't do to go to P3 until later.
-As they placed the bags on the dining room table, there came a thumping sound, followed closely by an explosion. They both looked at each other, the cheer they had felt slipped away only to be replaced by fear.
-"Mom!" Chris said, eyes wide, then they both run up to the attic.


-Piper was hiding behind the couch in the attic, as another energy ball flew overhead. She'd just made it here as the barrage started. Still, she found herself with a wounded shoulder. Peering around the corner of the sofa, she tried to see where her assailants were so she could blow them up. But another energy ball whizzed by her head, making her retreat again.
-"This is getting ridiculous." She grumbled, as another energy ball slammed into the couch. Just then she heard running on the stairs and turned in time to see the attic door fly open.
-Chris and Bianca hardly had time to register what was going on when they heard Piper call to them.
-"Get down!" She yelled, as an energy ball sailed toward them. Chris grabbed Bianca's hand and pulled her down behind the couch next to Piper.
-"What's going on?" Bianca asked, covering her head, as fragments from a nearby shelf rained down on them.
-"More demons trying to make a name for themselves." Piper replied, annoyed. "We need to distract them."
-"Got it." Chris said, then orbed to the other side of the room. "Hey! Over here!" He called, drawing the demons attention. They both turned to attack him, sending energy balls at his head. He quickly orbed out of the way, as the energy balls hit another shelf, sending pieces everywhere. Piper used their moment of distraction to blow one of the demons up. The surviving demon turned back on Piper, letting fly another energy ball. As she ducked out of sight behind the old couch, Bianca shimmered behind the demon and stabbed him with an athame, effectively vanquishing him.
-Piper stood up then, brushing herself off. Chris and Bianca walked over to her, trying not the trip on the mess.
-"You know, it would be nice if demons could make energy balls that do less property damage." Chris said, stumbling on a piece of table. Bianca caught him before he could hurt himself.
-"If only." Piper commented, looking at her arm.
-"Mom, you're hurt!" Chris said, worried, as he noticed the shoulder wound.
-"It not that bad. I've had worst." She said, brushing it off.
-"Here, let me heal it." He said, as he approached her. He placed his hands just above the wound, and they started to glow, sending healing energy into her shoulder, and making it better.
-"Where are the kids?" Bianca asked, worried, after not seeing them anywhere.
-"They're in their room. Wyatt is protecting them with his force field." Piper reassured her. The younger woman let out a sigh of relief, glad that her daughter and brothers-in-law where all right. Chris finished healing Piper then, relieved that she was all right, too.
-"Do you know what those demons wanted?" Chris asked then, getting back to business.
-"To kill one of the Charmed Ones. That's what they all want, isn't it?" Piper said, as she walked over to the only shelf left standing and retrieved the mortal and pestle that she'd come up here to get in the first place.
-"So it was just another random attack?" Bianca asked.
-"Well, there have been a lot of them lately. Ever since the snow melted, the Underworld seems to want to enjoy the warmer weather." Piper said, as she started down the stairs from the attic. Bianca right behind her. "Did you get the ingredients I asked for?" Chris heard her ask, as she walked out of sight. He looked around the attic one last time, shaking his head, before following. Yup, things sure were getting back to normal. Normal for the Halliwells, at least...

Cue the theme... "I am the sun. I am the air. I am human and I need to be loved....."

Girl, I really like it!

And it looks like it's my turn again. I hope you like this one, too!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:
Steve sighed as he closed another book. He was again at the library of the school, searching for a way to get rid of the darker side of his family. But this seemed to be useless. Sure the demons from that caln - the Ashon - were easy to vanquish, a simple potion or an energy ball where enough... But there were thousands of them in the underworld. And everyone of them knew of his existance, everyone knew about the powers which were lying in his genes. And all those demons wanted to get them, it if that meant they had to hurt his finacée, they would. So Steve and Nicki stayed at the school, feeling like prisoners. Especially since the activity of the demons in general had increased lately.
"Don't you think you should take a break?" a voice stratled him.
Steve looked up to see Paige smiling sadly at him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "There are no classes this week."
"I know," Paige hold up some papers, "but I've still some exams to correct, and since Kyle has to work today... But, that doesn't answer my question."
"Steve shrugged: "How can I have a break... I can't rest as long as they are out there threatening to kill everyone I love..."
Paige looked at him understanding. She knew how hard that must be for him. He just came to terms with who he really was and now this all came back to him. It wasn't fair. then she frowned: "Have you asked Julian, maybe..."
"The source?" Steve interrupted her. He knew that Belthazor had helped them in the past, and he apprechiated it, but that didn't mean that he also liked it.
"Yeah... he IS the source... maybe he can at least help you to find them..."
Steve sighed agan and then nodded slowly, whispering: "Maybe..."

Somewhere in the middle of San Francisco, Cole was pacing in front of a judge and his jury. He was wearing a fine black suit and all that he presented scremaed authority. Behind him, on dock sat a young boy, not older than 17, dressed in old clothes, whith his head bowed, looking at his hands which were resting in his lap.
While Cole was pacing around he spoke: "Judge Harris, honored jury... Look at this boy. Look at this boy and ask yourself: Is it possible that a boy like him could kill a dog with his own hands? Even more, could a boy like him eat that dog with everything, including the bones? As this trial proved there is NO way, that a human being can survice eating all this, neither is it possible that a human being can eat an animal in the described way. Sure, we have a witness... A 6 year old girl that just entered elementary school (Is the age right for this?). Can we really trust her memory? Can we really trust that memory of a young child who claims to have seen all this in a dark alley? I have to say, I'm really sorry that we couldn't find that ppor dog, because I'm sure, since there is nothing left of him, that he wasn't eaten but just ran away and lost his way back... Therefore I reguest to set my client free from all those accusation and let him go back to his normal life. Thank you." This said, he sat back down besides his client.
The judge, an elderly woman with grey heair and small glasses on her nose eyes him with suspicion. She knew him very well, from the time he had worked under the name "Turner". She didn't know what had happened to him in all those past years when he was gone. Actually she thought he was dead. The more surprised she had been to see him enter and sit down on his place, where she had expected a Mr. Halliwell to sit.
Finally she turned to the jury and told them to go and find a sentence. So the jury left same as the judge herself. Also most of the watchers left to get a bit of fresh air. Only some guards were staying behind, same as the lawyer of prosecution and he himself with his client. Cole looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening.
Then he turned to the "boy" by his side and hissed: "Lurch I suggest if you get out of this alliove you better not chase for food again in this city. Go search yourself a new home or even better, hunt down demons insead..."
Lurch just looked up at him and for a split second his eyes turned red. Then he nodded and lowered his head again.

Menawhile in the other end of town, Phoebe just got home from work. When she crossed the hallway she saw her sister, nephew and his wife in the kitchen. She waved hello and then went straight up to the attic. She wanted to check something in the book. She had done this interview today - yes she was asked to do an interview - with that new senator. Ithad gone well, but... This guy had such a mysterious tatoo on his left hand and Phoebe couldn't help the feeling that she had seen that symbole before.
But when she opened the door to the attic she stopped immediately. The whole place was a mess, shelves were broken, same as the old table. and there were some smoking marks on the old sofa.
Shaking her head she turned around and walked with fast steps down again and into the kitchen. She sighed and sat down at the table, and when everyone was looking at her questioning she asked: "What happened this time? And why did non of you clean up this mess up there?"
...


Ok... I'm not very good in english lawyer-speech... I'm sure there are a lot of mistakes so feel free to correct me.

-After spending another fifteen minutes grading exams, Paige got fed up and orbed to the attic to look in the Book of Shadows. What she found when she materialized next to the book stand, she hadn't expected. Broken shelves, table in pieces, scorch marks on the old sofa. ‘Demons.' She thought, annoyed. Looking around at the mess for a moment, she finally came to a decision, and with a sigh started to chant. "Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen." And with the last word, the broken shelves fixed themselves, the table was back in one piece, and the scorch marks were gone. With a satisfied nod, Paige picked up the Book of Shadows, and went looking for her sisters.

-"You know, all these demons attacks are getting ridiculous." Phoebe was saying to Piper, Chris and Bianca, as Paige entered the kitchen.
-"Another random attack?" Paige asked, laying the Book on the counter.
-"Oh, you noticed?" Chris said somewhat sarcastically, teasing her. Paige scrunched up her face at him.
-"Yes, I noticed. And I cleaned up your mess." She said as she opened the Book.
-"Uh-uh, not my mess. Mom's." He accused, earning himself a towel slap from Piper. They all laughed, breaking the slowly mounting tension.
-"Thank you, Paige. I thought I'd be spending the rest of the afternoon cleaning it." Piper said as she stirred something in a pot.
-"Potion?" Paige asked, lifting her head from the Book for a minute.
-"Dinner." Piper answered. Phoebe leaned over the pot then, taking a look inside. Piper, looking at her little sister, cleared her throat, and Phoebe moved back, smiling.
-"You know, every time demons start these random attacks, there always seems to be some extra demonic power behind it all." Bianca finally spoke up. Everyone looked at her like she had snakes for hair.
-"Honey, you're starting to sound like Piper." Paige said, mock sympathetic, earning herself a towel slap this time. Chris and Phoebe were trying not to laugh, even though they knew it was true. Bianca glared at them each in turn.
-"Fine. I'm going to go check on the kids." She said with mock snobbery, then grabbing an apple, headed upstairs. Phoebe nudged Chris then, and they both laughed.
-"Hey, aren't you supposed to be at Magic School?" Phoebe asked Paige after a minute.
-"Huh? Ah yeah. Grading exams. Just needed to check something in the Book of Shadows." The witch-whitelighter said, closing the Book, and picking it up. "And now I should get going."
-"I'll take the Book. I was heading up to the attic anyway." Phoebe said. Paige handed her the heavy tome, relieved she'd have one less stop on the way back.
-"Hey, Chris." Paige said, turning to her nephew.
-"Yeah?" He said, walking over to his mother.
-"Could you go check on Steve? He's been kind of down, what with half his family trying to kill him and all." She asked him.
-"Sure. Where is he?" The Elder-witch asked, looking over Piper's shoulder into the pot.
-"He's in the library at Magic School." Paige said just before she orbed away. Piper slowly turned her head to look at Chris, and smirked. He gave her a big smile, then orbed himself to Magic School.

-As soon as he materialized in the library, it was clear to Chris that Steve had recently left. Books were left opened, paper and pen were still on the table, and a chair was moved away from its station. Chris walked over to the table, to see what Steve had been up to. Wondering if maybe he would be back soon. He waited for about ten minutes, then orbed to Paige's office.
-"I thought you said Steve was in the library?" Chris said, while still in the middle of his orb. Paige, startled, put her hand to her heart and looked up from her work.
-"Chris! You should really learn to knock." She said, glaring at her nephew.
-"Sorry. I didn't realize grading exams took that much attention." He joked, smiling broadly.
-"Yes, you did. And Steve was in the library the last time I saw him. He's not there now?" She asked, wondering.
-"No. And I waited there ten minutes. I hope nothing's wrong." He said, looking worried.
-"Well, maybe he went to talk to Belthazor." Paige speculated.

-The Underworld was a scary place. Even for someone with magic powers. It was dark, dank, and the screams were horrifying. And everywhere you went, everything looked the same. Rocky floors, rocky walls, rocky ceilings. Maybe a fire pit or two for light. And while little alcoves dotted the walls, cave entrances hid in plain sight. And there were demons everywhere.
-Steve started to regret coming here, the second he arrived. But Paige had a point. Maybe Belthazor would know a way to help him. And if he didn't, Steve just hoped The Source wouldn't kill him, despite what everyone said about him.
-So he stood outside Belthazor's cave, trying to decide whether or not to go in...


Okay, I'm kinda confused. Is Belthazor the Source? Or is Julian? Because you had Paige suggest to Steve to talk to Julian. Then he thought "the source", then you mention Belthazor... So if I got that, or anything else wrong, feel free to tell me.

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Girl, I really like it!

And it looks like it's my turn again. I hope you like this one, too!

Kirianna Ledräen wrote: -After spending another fifteen minutes grading exams, Paige got fed up and orbed to the attic to look in the Book of Shadows. What she found when she materialized next to the book stand, she hadn't expected. Broken shelves, table in pieces, scorch marks on the old sofa. ‘Demons.' She thought, annoyed. Looking around at the mess for a moment, she finally came to a decision, and with a sigh started to chant. "Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen." And with the last word, the broken shelves fixed themselves, the table was back in one piece, and the scorch marks were gone. With a satisfied nod, Paige picked up the Book of Shadows, and went looking for her sisters.

-"You know, all these demons attacks are getting ridiculous." Phoebe was saying to Piper, Chris and Bianca, as Paige entered the kitchen.
-"Another random attack?" Paige asked, laying the Book on the counter.
-"Oh, you noticed?" Chris said somewhat sarcastically, teasing her. Paige scrunched up her face at him.
-"Yes, I noticed. And I cleaned up your mess." She said as she opened the Book.
-"Uh-uh, not my mess. Mom's." He accused, earning himself a towel slap from Piper. They all laughed, breaking the slowly mounting tension.
-"Thank you, Paige. I thought I'd be spending the rest of the afternoon cleaning it." Piper said as she stirred something in a pot.
-"Potion?" Paige asked, lifting her head from the Book for a minute.
-"Dinner." Piper answered. Phoebe leaned over the pot then, taking a look inside. Piper, looking at her little sister, cleared her throat, and Phoebe moved back, smiling.
-"You know, every time demons start these random attacks, there always seems to be some extra demonic power behind it all." Bianca finally spoke up. Everyone looked at her like she had snakes for hair.
-"Honey, you're starting to sound like Piper." Paige said, mock sympathetic, earning herself a towel slap this time. Chris and Phoebe were trying not to laugh, even though they knew it was true. Bianca glared at them each in turn.
-"Fine. I'm going to go check on the kids." She said with mock snobbery, then grabbing an apple, headed upstairs. Phoebe nudged Chris then, and they both laughed.
-"Hey, aren't you supposed to be at Magic School?" Phoebe asked Paige after a minute.
-"Huh? Ah yeah. Grading exams. Just needed to check something in the Book of Shadows." The witch-whitelighter said, closing the Book, and picking it up. "And now I should get going."
-"I'll take the Book. I was heading up to the attic anyway." Phoebe said. Paige handed her the heavy tome, relieved she'd have one less stop on the way back.
-"Hey, Chris." Paige said, turning to her nephew.
-"Yeah?" He said, walking over to his mother.
-"Could you go check on Steve? He's been kind of down, what with half his family trying to kill him and all." She asked him.
-"Sure. Where is he?" The Elder-witch asked, looking over Piper's shoulder into the pot.
-"He's in the library at Magic School." Paige said just before she orbed away. Piper slowly turned her head to look at Chris, and smirked. He gave her a big smile, then orbed himself to Magic School.

-As soon as he materialized in the library, it was clear to Chris that Steve had recently left. Books were left opened, paper and pen were still on the table, and a chair was moved away from its station. Chris walked over to the table, to see what Steve had been up to. Wondering if maybe he would be back soon. He waited for about ten minutes, then orbed to Paige's office.
-"I thought you said Steve was in the library?" Chris said, while still in the middle of his orb. Paige, startled, put her hand to her heart and looked up from her work.
-"Chris! You should really learn to knock." She said, glaring at her nephew.
-"Sorry. I didn't realize grading exams took that much attention." He joked, smiling broadly.
-"Yes, you did. And Steve was in the library the last time I saw him. He's not there now?" She asked, wondering.
-"No. And I waited there ten minutes. I hope nothing's wrong." He said, looking worried.
-"Well, maybe he went to talk to Belthazor." Paige speculated.

-The Underworld was a scary place. Even for someone with magic powers. It was dark, dank, and the screams were horrifying. And everywhere you went, everything looked the same. Rocky floors, rocky walls, rocky ceilings. Maybe a fire pit or two for light. And while little alcoves dotted the walls, cave entrances hid in plain sight. And there were demons everywhere.
-Steve started to regret coming here, the second he arrived. But Paige had a point. Maybe Belthazor would know a way to help him. And if he didn't, Steve just hoped The Source wouldn't kill him, despite what everyone said about him.
-So he stood outside Belthazor's cave, trying to decide whether or not to go in...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:[i]Finally he took a deep breath and knocked.
"What's the password?" he heard through the door.
"Julian it's me..." Steve said, almost whining.
The door was opened only a second later and a grumbling Julian let him in. "Why the * do we give you a password, when you never use it?" He mumbled, more annoyed then angry.
Steve shrugged: "Sorry... I had other things in mind lately." Then he sat down on a chair the demonic witch had offered to him.
"So... Steve..." Julian began sitting down, too, "What can I do for you?"
The young man looked around interested, then he asked: "Is he not here?"
"Who Belthazor?" And when he saw his guest nod Julian answered: "No... He's busy."
Steve nodded again, looking down at his shoes. Then he turned to his host again and saw that he still looked at him questioning. She he took a breath and explained: "I'm here, because I need your help. I wanted to ask if you could help me to get rid of the demonic part of my family."
Julian exhaled deeply: "The Ashon right?" The man nodded. "Well," the demonic witch said, "I heard of that... that they want you back in their rows. And I do understand that you don't want that... But..." He made a break thinking how to say what he needed to say. But there was no easy way so he said: "But I can't help wipe out a whole calm just because of that."
"But they want to kill me!" Steve exclaimed.
"No," Julian said calm, "they want you back, they want to make you one of their own again and they want to use your powers to their own advantage."
"What?" Steve asked shocked. "On who's side are you?"
"On no one's side... that's the problem."

When Bianca entered the nursery she was surprised to see that the kids weren't alone. Bend over Christopher's crib was standing a well known person dressed in an Elder-robe. "Odin, what are you doing here?" she asked walking over to him.
"Oh hey Bianca," he said, looking shortly at her before turning his attention back to Christopher who looked at him smiling, waving with his fluffy cat he had got to Christmas. The Elder took the car and played with it in front of the boy's eyes letting the cat tickle him, while he explained: "I just wanted to see how my Godson is feeling today... I haven't seen him in a while."
Bianca grinned: "You saw him just this morning, when you picked up Leo..."
Odin looked at her frowning, then he shrugged: "That IS a while..."
"Yeah, sure..." Bianca replied laughing and went over to pick up Hope who was also awake by now, while Wyatt was still deep asleep, softly snoring. The girl started to giggle when she saw her mom and immediately started to play with her hair.
"You know," Odin then spoke, looking at the small boy deep in thoughts, "if someone had told me that I would be a Godfather a few years ago, I would have thought he must be crazy... But now, now I wouldn't never wanna miss this. He's such a cute boy. Same as Wyatt. And Hope is the cutest of all of them."
The Phoenix smiled at him as she stepped closer to him again: "Who would have thought that an Elder would ever speak those words..."
"Uhhh, we aren't that bad Bianca," the Elder replied looking now at her, "we just didn't know..."
The woman patted his shoulder: "Well then it's good that you do know now, because you are a great baby-sitter, you just spoil them too much..."
The Elder giggled but then he turned serious before he sighed: "I'm sorry... They are calling for me." Bianca just nodded and Odin orbed away.

After talking with Paige Chris had tried to sense for his friend. But he couldn't get hold of Steve's signal... And that worried him. because actually that could mean only one thing: he was in the underworld...
So the question now was: Was he there on his own, or was he kidnapped?
Sure no demon was able to enter the school but who knew...
So he orbed straight to Tom asking him if he had heard anything, which he didn't... Then he orbed to John, who was by that time in Sweden.
"Chris, what are you doing here?" the whitelighter asked, when he saw the Elder-witch orb in. It was pretty cold in Sweden, the sun was already down, and Chris was just dressed in a thin shirt.
"God is that cold here..." Chris shivered. Then he turned to the man in front of him: "Have you seen Steve? I can't sense him."
John nodded: "Yeah, don't worry... he's fine."
"You know where he is?" Chris asked frowning.
"Yeah," John nodded again. "I orbed him down to the underworld a couple of minutes ago... He wanted to meat that friend of yours... How was his name??? Julius or something?"
Chris sighed: "Julian..."
"Oh yeah that was the one..." The whitelighter said smiling.
Chris rolled his eyes. John was a good whitelighter but in his opinion he was sometimes to careless. "What if his clan finds him down there? How can you leave him there all on his own?"
John shrugged: "Because he asked me to... and he said he would fry me if I don't leave... You know what he can be like when he has set his mind on something... You're the one he has that from."
Chris rose an eyebrow and then grinned. Yeah that was true. Ever since Steve got out of his hole he was much more a fighter then he had ever been before. "Where did you orb him to?" he asked then.
"It was some cave he had described before..." John answered. Then he asked: "Can I go now, I have a charge to take care of..?"
The Elder-witch nodded and John left. Chris followed him with his eyes for a moment, wondering if Steve was really save. But from what John said, he had orbed him straight to Julian's front door... So he hoped for the best and orbed back to the manor.

Phoebe had made herself comfortable on the old sofa with her legs crossed and the Book of Shadows on her lab. She was flipping through the pages. She was sure she had seen this symbol before.
Not that this Senator seemed weird or unusual, but still. She had seen this sign and it was like she was drawn to it. She even had asked him about it and he'd said it was a sin of his youth. But still...
She flipped to page after page but she couldn't find it...
Annoyed she slammed the book shut. "Where the * have I seen this sign before?" she mumbled to herself.
Then she got an idea. Maybe she had seen it at the school, when she was preparing her classes... She had gone through tons of books there.
Filled with new determination she got up and left the attic to head down the stairs. in the small middle landing between ground and first floor she stopped and said: "I wanna go to the school." As soon as this was said, the door to the magic school appeared.
"I'll be back for dinner!" she called loudly. And when she heard an "ok" from the kitchen she opened the door and stepped through it. Then, with a soft "plop" the door disappeared again as it fell shut on it's own.

When Chris materialised in the hallway of the manor, he suddenly felt a strange dizziness. And the blue lights surrounding him were glowing so bright that it almost hurt his eyes... and then it was like there was a purple shimmer in it all. He felt that he slowly took solid farm again but still he felt like he had sat in a carrousel for far too long. And also the lights around him took a longer time to disappear...
Then he was completely reformed again. But still... Chris couldn't help the feeling that something was very wrong. The hallway, where he still stood in, seemed so different... Well it was the hallway of the manor, but still... He spotted some bags casually thrown into a corner. And there were lots of jackets on the clothes-pegs. Oh and that ugly vase his mom loved so much... it wasn't there...
Then he heard a noise from the stairs, and when he turned there, he noticed that there were much more pictures on the wall, much more... But he hadn't the time to wonder about that, or even have a closer look. Because that second a young boy ran down the stairs, probably six or seven years old, followed by another boy which Chris recognised immediately, same as the older man, with dark hair with a few grey streaks and very familiar green eyes, who was playfully hunting the kids. Giggling and laughing they ran down the stairs and over to the sunroom where the older man caught the second of the boys, lifted him up and tickled him. The smaller boy turned around laughing, too. Then he spotted Chris and stopped for a moment.
He waved his hand smiling and greeted him: "Hello Uncle Christopher!"
The older man turned around looking into Chris's eyes which were kind of scared. He stopped tickling the boy and let him down to the ground again. He smiled widely and friendly. "Hey," he said, not knowing what else to say.
Chris was still frozen in shock. He stared at the three people not believing his eyes. 'That can't be, can it?' he thought.
Meanwhile also the older one of the boys looked at Chris with narrowed eyes. Then he sensed what was going on and his eyes grew wide.
"Christopher?" the small boy asked. "Is somethin' wrong?"
At this words the older boy turned to the younger one. "This isn't your uncle, Kevin," he said. Then he turned to Chris again: "That's dad!"
"Well... a younger version of me," corrected the old Chris smiling.
The young boy who the other one had called Kevin frowned confused. Then he went over to Chris looking at him wondering. "Matthew said you're our dad... are you our dad?" he asked.
Chris looked from the small boy to the older one: "Your name is Matthew?... So that's why Wyatt didn't tell me... you're named after him..."
"You know me?" Matthew asked now confused on his own.
The old Chris smiled, still looking at his younger version, and said: "We saw you, when you built up the bridge to Wyatt in the past."
Chris just nodded, completely shocked by all that. Was he really in the future? Or was that a trick by some demon?
Finally they went over to him and the old Chris patted his shoulder, while Matthew and Kevin hugged him. "Don't worry," the old Chris said, "this is true... you're about 23 years in the future..."
Chris nodded, but still he felt so dizzy. Everything was kind of unreal, it was like he would see the whole world through a big cloud. But the feeling of those cute boys, hugging his legs and waist respectively, let the things become real for him. Chris knelt down to look at them. 'God, he looks so much like me,' he thought looking and Matthew smiling. And turning to Kevin he thought‚ 'And he looks like his mom... That's unbelievable.'
Then he turned his head to Chris: "So we have three kids?"
The old Chris chuckled while Kevin stated: "No... six!"
Chris eyes grew wide as he stared at the boy shocked again: "S-six?"
His older version nodded: "Yepp... apart from Hope... there are also Natalie and Rebecca..."
"They are twins!" added Kevin which gained him a soft punch by his older brother.
"And Liam... the youngest."
Chris wanted to answer something, wanted to scream or something, but before he could say anything he heard again someone coming down the stairs. A little scared of what would happen next he turned his head same as the others.
"I swear to you, I did nothing," they heard a young male voice.
"Yeah... it was Christopher's idea... We were just up their to check something in the book, when he went in..."
That second voice Chris knew very well. "Wyatt," he muttered almost inaudible.
"He was just mumbling something like he needed some help with the whole sword-thing..." the first voice said.
Then the three persons appeared to their view. "I still can't believe it... I thought you're already out of this experimentating-phase... Especially you Wyatt," said the leader of the group - an older woman with long partly brown, partly grey hair who looked really *. "You can be really happy that Paige isn't here, Jim," she added.
"Oh please don't tell her or dad... please... They will kill me..." the teenager replied whining.
Chris meanwhile had rose and looked at them not believing his eyes. "Mom..." he said with a low and almost breaking voice.
The three persons turned to the group. The two young man looked at them confused. Then the teenager called Jim exclaimed: "See... there he is... nothing bad happened."
But Piper immediately knew what was going on. Even if she had no sensing power or something like that. She knew this man in front of her wasn't Christopher. She saw it in his eyes. This man was Chris... the Chris from the past. "Oh my..." she muttered. And then she went over to him. She just wanted to hug him, because she could imagine, that this must be freaking him out.
But Chris couldn't stand this anymore. Seeing her... his mother, grown old... still alive... It was just too much to bear at that moment, even if he knew his brother wouldn't kill her this time... It was just too much... Without any other word he orbed out.
"What...?" the old Piper asked surprised.
"Can anyone tell us what's going on here?" Wyatt asked.
"That was Dad!" Kevin stated.
"What?" Jim asked confused.
But then the truth hit Wyatt as he tried to sense for his brother. "Oh my God..." he muttered.
"Where is he gone?" Piper asked kind of frustrated.
Chris smiled weakly. "I guess I know it... Don't worry, I'll pick him up," he said. Then he gave his mother a kiss on her cheek and followed 'himself' by orbing.

Meanwhile in our time...
When the spinning stopped, Christopher looked around. "Oh sh*t..." he mumbled, noticing not only that his brother and cousin were nowhere to see but also that the attic was much too large. That wasn't his attic. "Oh my... I'm so grounded," he whined. Frustrated he moved his hand through his messy hair and again turned around himself for a couple of times. "Chris will kill me," he muttered again.
At that moment bluish orbing lights appeared in front of him, and turned into the small body of a three years old Wyatt. Both boys looked at each other frowning. "Where is Chris?" Wyatt asked then, sensing that this was not his big brother, even if he seemed familiar.
Christopher rolled his eyes and knelt down in front of him: "Hey, big brother, it's me... Christopher!"
"Christopher?" Wyatt asked back frowning. It was weird, his little brother was just a baby but... he couldn't deny that with the man in front of him it felt the same. And he remembered that, not so long ago, he had had the same feeling like now. It felt like when there had been two grown-up Chrises around. Or was he imagining that?
"Yeah it's me," the man said grabbing Wyatt's hands. "I'm sorry I've scared you, brother."
Wyatt was still frowning, but before anyone of them could say another word, they heard another voice from the stairs.
"Chris? Are you up there?"
"sh*t... mom," Christopher mumbled. She couldn't find out... she couldn't. So he picked Wyatt up to his arms and orbed with him away right on time. When Piper opened the door the attic was empty. She shrugged and then went back down again.

Back in the future...
Chris sat under a tree on a little hill in the middle of an old cemetery as his older self orbed in. He orbed in Chris's back, so he couldn't see his face. But he knew that his younger self was crying. He knew it, because he remembered that day very well. And he tried to remember what he had done, or has to do now... 'Jesus, that's confusing,' he thought.
Taking a deep breath he sat down beside his younger version and put his arm around him.
"It weird, but I'm happy you still know this place," Chris sobbed, drying his tears with his sleeve and then looking at his older version with red eyes.
The older Chris sighed and pulled his younger version into a close hug. "Of course I do... how could I forget it... even if she's alive this time."
The young Chris still sobbed a little his older version tried to soothe him: "It's ok, Chris. It's ok..."
"No, it's not... Mom died, MY mom died... And I just put that aside enjoying my life with the new Piper, forgetting about her..." Chris sobbed. He felt so much guilt.
"You didn't forget her... otherwise you wouldn't have been so shocked," the old Chris stated. "Our version of her is in our heart always and forever. That's why we made sure... well you will make sure that this place stays untouched."
The younger Chris looked up, seeing how the older one smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah... I bought this area... And I still come here from time to time, to think about her... and so will you..."
His younger version dried his tears and smiled weakly. "That's a good idea."
They sat together silently for a little while, thinking about their past life, and the new life they now had, and the younger Chris began to relax more and more. He always wanted this... this chance to see how the future is like. And now that he had it, the first thing he noticed was that he clearly didn't belong there anymore. This, even if it was the time he should be in, it wasn't his... his time was back in the past, with his wife and girl. Still this could be a really interesting experience.
He sighed deeply: "So why am I here?"
The older Chris shrugged: "I'm not sure... but from what I heard in the hallway... I guess Christopher did something to help him deal with his destiny... You know, I told him when he turns twenty-four, I'll pass Excalibur on to him... But he doesn't want that... So I suppose he cast a spell or something... And I guess the fact that today is Friday 13th did the rest."
"It's Friday 13th here today?" Chris asked and the older one nodded. Then the younger one asked: "Why would he need to do something like that?"
The older Chris smiled: "He's afraid, same as we were..."
The younger Chris nodded and thought: 'I still am...' Then he said: "I guess we should go back, mom is surely worried sick." The older Chris had to chuckle by these words. "And," the younger Chris said, "I'm really wondering about the other surprises you have for me..."

Meanwhile in our time...
Christopher orbed with Wyatt up there. Trying not to be seen, he hurried down the long hallway to the private chambers. Even if - in his time - Christopher was up there a lot of times, he still didn't know all the Elders and therefore he was afraid that his cover would be blown. And on the other hand he wasn't sure how long his brother would stay calm in his arms.
Finally he reached the door he was searching for and knocked.
It took a little while, but then the door was opened. "Chris? What are you doing here?"
Christopher looked around, and when he saw that no one was near he whispered: "Uncle Odin, it's me... I'm in huge trouble and I need your help! The others can't know that I'm here."
Odin frowned, then he rose his eyebrows: "Christopher?" The young man nodded. "Oh my... come in, come in..."

Belén wrote:Mmmm... Weird... Never thought I would be able to write anything this weekend, but I was just watching TV and felt like doing so. Well, I lost experience here, sorry if there are mistakes! Your beginning was VERY cute

Belén wrote:When Piper reached the top floor, she found out that the attic was empty. What she didn’t know was that someone had just left before she got there, and that this person was his little offspring, a bit grown-up and coming from faraway in the future. No, she didn’t know this, but she FELT odd. Something was wrong, and she wouldn’t be able to hide her distress. Her face, with a worried expression, turned to one side and the other scanning the room in search of that “something” she was sure there was there. However, the room was quiet now, too quiet... –Chris???- Repeated, stepping forward carefully and still looking around. No noise... But she’d heard something before! –Chris, this is not fun.- It wasn’t, and if she got no answer, then there was NO Chris there, so... –Pheebs!- Piper had started to feel nervous. No answer either. All of a sudden, she had a feeling, like a flash: -WYATT!?- And this was the problem... Wyatt wouldn’t answer. –Wyatt!!! Come here right now, sweety! Mom is worried!- Actually, Mom started to move faster and turn all pieces of furniture, chests, and boxes upside down as she kept calling for her little son. After a minute or two which seemed like eternity, she decided Wyatt was nowhere to be found in the attic, and thus she started to the stairs which she climbed down faster than a lightning while still shouting her sons’ names: CHRIS!! WYATT! CHRISTOPHER!!- She rushed to her room and after that to the nursery, but while she could find out the other kids were fine, she couldn’t get Wyatt. –LEOOOOO!!! For God’s sake, LEOOOOO Come here now, please! It’s Wyatt...!-


Wyatt... Who was safe, but not at home, and not with Chris... He was with his little big brother in the upper world, sitting on his lap while Odin paced around nervously and Christopher looked at him from time to time, a bit ashamed and scared at the same time.

-So you made up a spell...-

Christopher nodded, and Odin, after sighing deeply, went on:

-And you just appeared here.-

And again, the young witch nodded, followed by a little giggle from Wyatt, a Wyatt bigger and bigger each day, who decided now to jump from his legs and play on his own on the floor.

-He appear!- The boy repeated happily, not even knowing what it was about. This made Christopher even more ashamed. Odin stared at him now, stopping a few steps from him, hands at his back:

-Why on earth did you do that?-

-I am... I am worried.- He answered. –But I didn’t want... I mean...-

-Personal gain, Christopher! Didn’t your parents teach you that???- Odin was frustrated. Frustrated and worried, and he might be sounding a bit angry, but above all, he was worried. Christopher lowered his eyes, and Wyatt raised his:

-Don’t shout at Chris, uncle...- He said with an extremely serious expression for a kid.

-No, he’s right, Wy...- Muttered Christopher, very upset with himself. In fact, he knew HIS Wyatt would have said the same thing as Odin now. “What the * are you thinking about?? Christopher!! Personal gain, dammit! You know you can put all of us in danger!” Oh, yes. And he had. –I...- He was going to continue, and his eyes filled with tears, but what really startled him was the touch of those little hands around his knees:

-I’m not telling mom or dad, I promise.- Said the childish voice of his brother. Odin sighed again and sat down, taking his hand to his forehead to wipe out the sweat. He couldn’t think of the consequences of that action, but not telling the scared man off was a sensible idea coming from the little child. He had to help, not worsen the situation by scaring the young boy to death! –Ok... Listen, Christopher... You’re gonna go down there, and you will try to... keep the secret. They’ll think you’re Chris, so no need to frighten them all. I will talk to Silas and we’ll see what we can do.- Christopher raised his eyes, now with hope towards him, and asked:

-You sure???- Odin smiled and stood up tiredly, going to them afterwards and patting his shoulder:

-Absolutely. Don’t worry, buddy.-

-No worry, baddie!- Repeated little Wyatt, pronouncing the word bad in a funny way. Christopher had to laugh after all, and messed with the id’s hair.