Chrissy.W.x wrote:That was a really nice update. I love how Phoebe places the psychologist... *lol* I wonder what happens when they go to the library and find the distressed Steve there... But for now I will focus on other characters...

And another Note: First my parents kept me busy, then my computer froze on my and then the forum didn't wanted to work for me... That's the first time I had no luck on Friday 13th...
Sorry for the delay, but now here you have my update...

Love your update!!! And as for Phoebe and Nicki finding a distressed Steve in the library... Well, read on...
And sorry it took me so long to write. I haven't exactly been in a writing mood lately. But I hope you like it!!!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:It had taken Odin a moment to get a hold on his fellow Elder. Silas had been in a meeting with a new whitelighter who had just died a couple of hours ago, and need now some guidance to accept his new situation. But now he had been able to drag his friend to his private room and told him what had happened, while Silas was pacing in front of him.
"That's not good," the blonde Elder sighed when his friend has ended his report. Then he stopped his pacing and turned to face Odin: "So Christopher is here because of a spell... So why doesn't he write an reverse spell?"
Silas for God's sake, I'm not stupid... of course we already tried that."
"Well... I guess then we can't do much. I mean, if this spell was meant to show him his way in life with the burden of the sword, then maybe he's here to just achieve that..." Silas then said and finally sat down on the couch where Christopher had sat before.
Odin sighed and nodded: "I'm afraid you're right..." he looked down at his white carped and noticed some dark spots, probably from when the kid had been up there with him earlier. He smiled about this. But then his thoughts turned serious again. "I just wonder if we can help the boy through this in any way..."
Now Silas sighed, but he also didn't know what to do. Then he suddenly frowned: "What about Chris?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if he's really in the future... don't you... I mean, I'm sure this will be a fun experience for him, to know how his life will turn out, but... Doesn't he risks his future by being there. The knowledge itself of what will happen can be enough to let it not happen...?"
Odin thought about that for a moment. Then he shook his head: "No... not Chris. He knows the consequences of time travel first hand, he will be able to handle the information he'll get in the right way, I'm sure."
Silas sighed again: "I hope you're right..."

Christopher just smirked at the source. Somehow the way the demon looked was amusing, and nothing compared to the Belthazor he was used to. But still there was a question to answer, a question that actually hurt him a little.
"You really think I'm that stupid? I tell you what, I DID learn my lesson. I won't spoil my future again, so stop worrying and go and mind your own business."
The source eyes the young man, his face unimpressed. But inside him he felt conflicted. On one had he wanted to tip his head of for his lack of respect, but on the other it amazed him who careless he talked to him - the source of evil. Somehow that let his hopes rise for a future where there would be a closer contact to the Halliwells, something he wished for since Chris had been down in his cave with the kids.
"So what is it that you ant to do then? It sounded like you wanted to solve things for Steve and..." Julian then said.
But Christopher interrupted him, his arms folded in front of his chest. "No... That was not my intention," he said glaring at Julian before he turned back to Belthazor. "As you already found out I'm stranded here, and I hope he could help me find my way home, since the Steve I know is always a man with good ideas... And in turn I wanted to help him by giving him my ears, voice and sympathy. I simply wanted to support him. But what he feels mostly right now is left alone with his problem... Because YOU actually send him away."
Now the source sighed: "We had to, through we don't like this more than you do. But Steve is * bound on killing the whole clan that there is nothing we could do to change his mind."
Christopher now nodded. Then he said: "So I take it you want him to accept what he is... Well, maybe that's something I could do, talk to him about it... subtile of course."
"So this actually IS the right way? For him to accept that he has a dark side?" Julian asked.
The witch-Elder now smirked: "Sorry, can't tell you that... Future consequences."

Meanwhile in the Future...
When Bianca pulled him into a hug Chris instinctively put his arms around her waste to hold her close. It felt good, familiar. It was the first thing in this weird future that felt absolutely right. He breathed in her scent, which hadn't change at all, and before he knew what he did he kissed her.
It was a slow kiss, but full of love and passion, from both sides. But right then one year old Liam claimed the attention for himself again and let out a cry. Chris quickly pulled away and when he realised what he had just done, he looked down to his shoes, blushing deeply. "Sorry..." he muttered.
Bianca just smiled at him as she rocked the little boy a little to make him clam down. Then she said: "Oh no... Don't be sorry for making me feel like I'm 30 again."
Chris couldn't help but smile, still he wasn't able to look at her. "Maybe but I shouldn't have done it... I mean, you're his wife not mine and..."
Now Bianca laughed, making Chris look up at her feeling even more embarrassed. Then she said: "Really Chris, you're incredible. But believe me when I tell you, if your older version would have mind this, then he would have been here to stop you. And technically I am your wife, so stop worrying."
The Elder-witch nodded, his face still red like a tomato. Then - to change the topic, he asked looking at the small boy: "Can I have him."
Bianca looked from the kid to Chris and said: "Sure... actually you can change his diaper..."
Chris smiled at this and nodded: "Sure... I'd love to." But before he went over to the stairs he looked at Bianca again: "I meant what I said. You are perfect, and I’m so proud that you are my wife. You are more then I every hoped to have."
Now it was Bianca who blushed. "Thanks," she muttered, "but I have to give that compliment back to you, because I’m proud that I have you... And the wonderful kids you gave me."
Chris grinned. "Yeah I already heard that we had been really busy on that part," he said making Bianca smile again.
Right that moment the door was opened again and young girl, maybe 12 or 13 years old entered the manor. She was dressed in a light blue dress with matching shoes and handbag, and her dark blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail while some streaks were falling in her face, hiding her green eyes.
"Hey Prisca," Bianca greeted, "How was your date?"
The girl looked up and her and made a face. "Remind me to never go out with a boy again until they start to grow facial hair at least..." This statement made the woman laugh and even Chris had to smirk. Somehow he liked this girl right from the start.
But then he wondered: "Sorry, but... would you mind telling me who you are?"
Prisca looked at him as if he had grown a second head. Then she stated: "Your sister, idiot!"
Chris looked back at her shocked, his smirk vanished, his face blank. Sure she looked a lot like Piper through her hair was more Leo’s... But still all he could say was: "My what?"

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:And as for Phoebe and Nicki finding a distressed Steve in the library... Well, read on...
And sorry it took me so long to write. I haven't exactly been in a writing mood lately. But I hope you like it!!!

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:-Back in the present...

- "Well, I hope you remember that when you're talking to him." Julian told Christopher, not liking that the young man knew things that he didn't.
- "Hey, I can handle it. I'm part Elder, after all. Telling people things without telling people things is my specialty." Christopher said, his smirk growing into a mischievous grin. C*cky brat. Belthazor thought, shaking his head. He stepped closer to Christopher, hoping his size would intimidate him.
- "The future is hanging on how vague you can be. Don't screw it up!" He told him, scowling.
- "Easy, Red." The Elder-witch snickered, putting his hands up in concession, and moving around Belthazor. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. And being vague is an art..." He caught himself as he saw Phoebe and Nicki heading to the library on a monitor. "...form that... I gotta go." And he orbed away.
- Julian looked at Belthazor, not knowing if he should be happy they found a solution to the problem that was Steve, or worried that the future might get screwed up again.

- Christopher orbed into the library at Magic School, and quickly located Steve, who was looking through a book. "Steve! We gotta go. Now!" He said urgently.
- "Why? What's going on? What did Julian want?" Steve said, getting up. Christopher moved next to him, ready to orb him somewhere else.
- "No time. We have to go now!" He said agitated, looking back at the door, knowing Phoebe and Nicki would be coming through it at any moment.
- "But why? What's going on, Chris...?"
- "Nicki's coming." The man from the future said, cutting Steve off. Steve, now worried himself, quickly took Christopher's extended hand, and they orbed away.
- And they reappeared on top of the Golden Gate Bridge.
- "Wow. So this is what it looks like from up here." Steve said, taking in the view. He'd heard others, like Chris and Paige, talk about coming up here from time to time, but he'd never been here himself. And he was amazed at the view. Christopher, meanwhile, sat against one of the pylons, and let out a sigh of relief. Glad he didn't have to worry about his empath aunt finding him out.
- After a few moments more, Steve finally turned to Christopher. "So why did you bring me up here? And what did Julian want?" He asked, curious.
- "Well, this is a perfect place to think. And we have a lot of thinking to do. Especially if we are to solve both our problems." The young Elder-witch said, motioning for Steve to have a seat near him, and they started talking.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"DING! DONG!"
Piper sighed and cleaned herself to answer the door. Still with the towel in her hands she opened the large piece of wood to look into the eyes of a woman about her own age with blonde (?) hair. "Yes?" she asked.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," the woman said. "I'm Mrs. Parker (I don't know if we gave her a name in part 12, but I needed one right now, in case we did, I’ll change it later... sorry), I'm seeking for Mr. Chris Halliwell."
"Well, he isn't here, Mr...?" Piper tried to remember where she had heard that name before.
"Oh... Well..." Mrs. Parker sighed. "You see, this is about my daughter Annie. Chris, he takes her to this special school once a week for 2 hours and then he brings her back home after that... But he hasn't done so far today and I was just getting worried and..." Now the woman was close to tears.
Piper had understood who she was as soon as she had heard her daughter’s name. Annie. That little girl who was able to see the aura of magical beings, through she was still not magical, not at all... Chris had told her a little about her, also that he took her to magical school so that she learned to deal with her ability better. She and her sisters even had met that girl once, and she had told her that she would shine in a bright yellow, "as if she was a sun"... Phoebe on the other hand was just red and pink, while Paige was "as colorful as a meadow full of summer flowers."
But still this woman was standing at her door so Piper pulled herself out of her thoughts and asked her in. "Take a seat," she said and lead her to the living room. Then she turned to the ceiling and yelled: "Chris!" Nothing "CHRIS PERRY HALLIWELL GET YOUR A*S DOWN HERE YOU HAVE A VISITOR!"
Again nothing...
Piper sighed while Mrs. Parker looked shyly around. "Ok," the Charmed One said then, "seems he's out of reach but we'll get your daughter... Don't worry." And then - turning to the ceiling again she called: "LEO!"

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Sorry for quoting myself, but I hadb to write this since it was bothering me since a week now and needed to be written down.
Jen, I know you wrote that they immediately started talking, but I thought giving Steve a moment to enjoy the view and calm down would be more real. I hope you don't mind.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Steve sighed as he looked over the city. It was a really nice view, calming.
Christopher had watched him for a while, not saying anything. He knew Steve would need a moment to calm down, get used to this place. He could clearly remember how he had felt when he was up there the first time. He remembered how Leo brought them, and how Chris was waiting for them with a picnic. He had been four back then...
But after a while he felt like it was time to start. So he sighed and said: “So what exactly is your problem...” And when Steve looked at him frowning he added: “I mean, I got it that your demonic family wants to get to you but...”
“They aren’t my family,” Steve interrupted him, his voice filled with anger.
The witch-Elder just shrugged: “Yeah... whatever...”
“No Christopher, I mean it,” the half demon went on, “They are rude and dirty and disgusting, they are animals, and the attacked Nicki! I’m nothing like them. They aren’t family. Mom is family, and Nicki is, and Tom and Veronica are, and even you in a way... but them? No NEVER!”
Christopher had just looked at the man with out any sign of reaction. He just looked at him blankly while Steve’s anger rose with every word. Now that the demon-Elder (or whatever you should call him) stared back at him, his eyes shining with fury, but without saying any other word, he asked: “Finished now?”
At this Steve jumped up angry: “Do you think that’s a joke, or what? Are you thinking ‘oh let’s make some fun of Steve while I’m in the past’ or something?”
“No,” Christopher said, still calm, through the other one was standing over him now, his eyes shining dangerously yellowish. “I just sit here because I want to help you but for this I need some more details. So when you finished your rant then it would be nice if you sit back down again and tell me what’s going on.”
For a moment Steve just started back at him without a sign that he had heard what the witch-Elder had said, then he blinked and while his eye color turned back to normal he sat down again. Then he sighed and muttered: “Sorry...”
Christopher just nodded then asked: “So...?”
Steve turned to look over the city again. “I don’t know,” he began, “I mean, since the day I found out that I’m half demon... it never really mattered to me. But when those bastards came and attacked Nicki...” he sighed again and looked down at the ring on his finger. It matched the engagement ring that he had given to her on Christmas, just in this case the N and the S were engraved at the inside of it. “I love her so much, you know? She means everything to me. I doubt I’d be able to go on without her. And when this demon attacked her and I found out that...” Again he sighed. “I just want to marry her, build a family... I just wish they’d be all dead so that we could live in peace... But right now I’m not even sure if she still wants me.”
“Well,” Christopher said after there was nothing more that his friend said, “as far as I know you and Nicki are married since... since forever. You’re happy together, always have been.”
At this Steve looked up: “Really? Do we... do we have kids in the future?”
Now the witch-Elder realized what he had said and clapped his hand over his mouth. “Oh sh*t... Chris will kill me.”
“I won’t tell him,” Steve said as he jumped up again, and Christopher could see that he was about to lose his control again.
So he turned away from him and looked over the skyline of the city, and said as calm as possible: “I can’t tell you... I’m sorry, I‘ve already said too much.”
Steve just looked at him, now with hurt shining in his eyes. “They why are we here, when you won’t tell me anything?”
“I didn’t say that,” Christopher replied looking back at him. “I just said I can’t talk about the future, but about things related to this time we CAN talk.” He made a short break to watch the changing emotions that were visible in Steve’s eyes. Then he asked: “So what do you think why they are after you?”
“Why? Well, because they want me to join them, because they wanna use me, because I’m one of there own?”
“Are you sure?” the witch-Elder asked. “And if so, why now? Why not years before?”
Now Steve sighed and sat back down again. Then he looked at Christopher, his eyes now sad and helpless. “I don’t know...”

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Okay, I know it's been more than a month since my last update... My muse seems to have left me... And this update actually took me the better part of two weeks to write... I hope you like it! (crossing fingers)...

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:-In the Future...

- "Yes, your sister, Moron! What, have you been sniffing potions again?" Prisca said to Chris. Chris looked at her, shocked, the thought still not sinking in.
- "My...? Sniffing potions?" Chris asked, trying to get his head around the strange expression.
- "Idiot." Prisca said, exasperated.
- "Prisca..."Bianca said while laughing, when a cell phone rang. Prisca pulled it out of her purse, and answered it.
- "Hi Sonia! You wouldn't believe what a dork Jonathan is!..." She said into the phone, as she moved past Bianca and Chris and headed up to her room, talking all the way. Chris followed her with his eyes, jaw hanging open in disbelief.
- "I have a sister?" He finally managed. Bianca couldn't help but laugh, and upon hearing his mother's laughter, Liam let out his own little giggle. They both looked at their youngest, then, relishing the sweet sound reaching their ears.
- "Yes, you have a sister. She was quite the surprise, actually. And I'm sure you can imagine how protective Wyatt and Christopher are of her. And you. She's becoming quite the independent young woman. As you surely noticed." Bianca explained, chuckling at the last. Chris couldn't help but laugh, too. He looked back towards the stairs where his little sister had disappeared just moments before.
- "Yeah, she seems pretty grown up." He had to agree. Thinking a moment, he added, "‘sniffing potions'? Whatever happened to ‘sniffing glue'?" Bianca burst out laughing at this, making Liam laugh again, as well.
- "Yes, daddy is funny, isn't he?" She said to her little boy, caressing his cheek. Chris shook his head, suppressing a laugh, at this.
- "Times change. So do expressions. And Prisca is a witch. So ‘sniffing potions' makes more sense to her then ‘sniffing glue'." She explained.
- "So much has changed. It's so different from the future we came from." He said, looking at his son, and remembering the awful future he had come from. Liam started to squirm in his arms then, pulling Chris out of his thoughts.
- "Yes, things have changed quite a bit. For the good." Bianca said, watching her son fuss in Chris's arms. "And speaking of change, Liam still needs to be." A big smile crossed her face then, and Chris smiled back.
- "Right. Not a problem." He told her. And looking at his son again, he said while heading towards the stairs, "come on buddy. Let's get you all freshened up."

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Hey... How's your muse??? I hope she's feeling better because actually I hope we'll get this story finished before Christmas... *wink*
Yeah I know I have been lazy on my own, but I just realised that time's flying and if we want to upload this story on ff.net after story 12 is done, then we have to finish it before Christmas... *sigh* So let's roll up our sleeves and get back to work!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Well I also noticed that I had lost track a little, so I read everything again and made 2 pages of notes...*lol* So now I know what needs to be written about next so lets see how much it'll be when I'm done...

Hope you'll like it.

I do like! I do like it!!!! Hope you like mine... And I did say, even without my muse, that I was in the mood to write, right? lol

Chrissy.W.x wrote:[i]Back in our time...
Tiredly Cole closed the bathroom door. 'What a day,' heb thought and hoped there would be no more demon attack today. That close meeting with that energy ball had been enough for one day, not to mention that guy who burned his toast this morning. He was really getting tired of all this. Maybe he should call his brother to ask him what's going on down there. But no, he didn't want to appear weak in Belthazor's eyes. 'Still I could call, see how he's doing...' he thought as he walked back to the stairs.
On his way, he passed the nursery and so Bianca there, who quietly talked to Hope, who was lying in her arms. "Yeah your dad is really stupid, really stupid..." he heard her say. He smiled, but then he noticed the tears in her eyes. So he knocked on the door.
"Can I come in," he asked when she looked up, hastily drying her tears.
"Yeah..." she answered and rocked her daughter a little more.
Cole stepped closer and closed the door behind him. "I heard what you said... Do you like to talk about it?"
Bianca shrugged: "It's nothing..."
"Oh it doesn't look like nothing..." He sighed: "You know you can tell me, do you?"
She nodded: "I know... I just don't know what's going on..."
Cole nodded and guided her to one the chairs to sit down. Then he took her hand and asked: "What happened?"
"I don't know... This morning everything was fine, web had a good time when we came home from shopping earlier... Then he went after Steve and when he came back he was... I don't know, I had almost the feeling he didn't want me to be near." Bianca explained, now sobbing again.
Cole sighed and put an arm around her to give her some comfort. "I'm sure it's not like that, he loves you," he tried.
But the Phoenix went on: "He didn't eat with us and when I brought him some food later he said he was fine when I asked. But I know he was lying. And then he got pretty angry and we had a fight. He said he wanted to be left alone. Then he said it's because of all the demons, but I knew it was a lie..."
"Well, maybe it's not... maybe he is worried about that as we all are... maybe"
"No," Bianca interrupted him, looking at him. "Since this demon played with his mind he promised me to always talk to me, to always tell me when something is wrong. And he did. He even did before that. But today... it's almost as if he's a different person."
Cole sighed and rubbed her back. Then he thought back to that premonition he had. It was about Chris, that he was sure about. Maybe Bianca really had a point there and something was going on with his nephew...? But right now he needed to calm her down, so he continued to rub her back and said: "Shhh... stop crying. I'm sure everything will be alright..."

Piper had to admit that Leo looked kind of cute when he came into the hallway, with a cup in his hand drying it with the towel he had with him. He had helped her clean the dishes. "Yeah?" he asked when he saw they had a guest.
"This is Mrs. Parker," Piper introduced her, "Annie's mom. Chris should have brought the girl home by now, but as you may guess he hasn't." Then woman's voice was a little bitter by now. She sighed and went over to him to take the towel and the cup while she said: "Could you maybe get her and then find out what's going on with your son...?"
Leo raised an eyebrow: "Now it's my son? I see..." Then he grinned and orbed away.
"I'm sorry if I cursed some trouble..." Mrs. Parker said.
But Piper just smiled at her as she hung the towel over her shoulder: "Don't worry... Chris is just a little weird today. He cursed the trouble not you."
Right the same moment Leo orbed back in with Annie on his arm. The girl was smiling brightly at him. Then she noticed her mom. "Mommy! Miss Leenet and I made a cake today..." she said when Leo put her down.
"Oh really?" her mother asked. And when the girl nodded she went on: "And? Was it a nice cake?"
"It was a chocolate cake." Annie explained.
"Shall I orb you home?" Leo asked then.
But Mrs. Parker shook her head: "No thank you, but I'm here with the car." Then she turned to her daughter: "What do you think? Shall we grab a movie on our way home and watch it later?" At this question Annie's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly. "Ok, then say goodbye to our hosts."
Annie turned around and shook hands with Piper saying goodbye. Then she turned to Leo and said: "You are almost as bright as Chris." Leo looked at her a little embarrassed but she just waved at him and said goodbye, too.
Also Mrs. Parker said goodbye and thanked them again. Then they both left.
When Piper had closed the door behind them, she turned around to her husband again: "So... where is he this time?"
Leo closed his eyes for a moment to sense for his son. When he opened them again he looked into the eyes of Piper who was staring at him expectantly. "He's at the bridge," he said, "with Steve... I guess they are talking."
"Talking? He's responsible for this girl as long as she is at the school, but instead of taking care of her he's talking with Steve?"
"Well," Leo said with a sigh, "as far as I know, Steve struggles still with those demons that are after him... If I had to guess I think what ever is going on between him and Chris right now has to do with that..."
"But..."
"No buts..." Leo stopped her. "You would be a little out of mind, too, if you would find that a whole clan of demons is after you, and to top it, this clan is your family... wouldn't you?"
Piper pouted but then nodded: "Yeah I would..."
The Elder smiled at his wife, hugging her. "I'm sure this is important, otherwise Chris would have taken care of Annie."
"I know..."
They stood there like this, hugging each other, for a few more moments. Then Leo let her go and took the towel: "And now... we have a job to finish..." He smiled at Piper who was grinning at him. Then he turned around and went back to the kitchen, knowing she would follow him.

Meanwhile in the future...
When Chris left the nursery with baby-Liam in his arms, he saw how Prisca crossed the hallway hand disappeared into the room where they used to keep the kid's toys and a spare bed for Bianca and him in the past. 'Probably her room now,' he thought. He shook his head and went over to knock.
After he had heard a 'yeah' from the other side of the door, he opened it a little and peeked inside: "Can I come in? I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
"Sure," the girl said who was lying on her stomach doing... homework? 'Wow,' Chris thought impressed, since he never had done his homework without 'mom's order'.
While he observed her, he had sad down by his side. "What?" she asked, noticing his look.
He shook his head: "Nothing, I'm just amazed..."
"Huh???" She looked at him frowning. "Did you run into a demon lately or something? Because you are really acting weird..."
Now Chris laughed which made his sister frown even more. But then he explained, or better tried to, while he observed the little boy in his arms: "I'm not who you think I am, that's probably the reason."
"Yeah, sure..." Prisca stated and turned her attention back to her work, now absolutely sure that her brother was just trying to play a joke.
But Chris went on: "Well... does messing up a spell for finding out how to deal with Excalibur sound more like your bother?"
Now the girl looked up and Chris was almost scared when he saw the same look in her eyes like the one his, no their mom gave him whenever he got himself into trouble. "What have you done this time?" she asked... and again so much like Piper.
"Me? Nothing!" Chris complained. And when she saw her doubtful look he added: "Christopher cast as spell that brought him to the past and me here!"
Now Prisca looked at him as if he had grown a second head, then she sat up: "You mean...????"
"Yeah, I'm Chris... just a 23 years younger Chris, who was a little shocked to find out that he'll have a sister in the future..."
"Oh my God..." was all the girl could say. And a couple of seconds later she muttered "Wow" before grinning like mad and hugging him. Then she looked at him again and asked: "But I am a nice surprise, right?"
Now Chris laughed and hugged with one arm, still holding Liam with the other: "Of course you are..."
Prisca then looked at him again and smiled: "I should have known that you are not Christopher... you look less stupid."
Again the Elder-witch laughed. "I bet we both have a lot of fun together..."
The girl nodded: "Yeah as long neither mom nor Bianca find out what we do..." Then she turned serious again: "So who have you met so far... well except Bianca and the youngest member of our weird family?"
Chris sighed: "Well I met myself and Matthew and Kevin... Oh and Wyatt and... Jim?" And when he saw Prisca nod he added: "And mom and dad..."
"Yeah well... that's far away from everyone, but it's a start."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice a little scared, do I have any more siblings I don't know about?"
Now Prisca laughed again: "No, just some cousins, girl- and boy-friends and god-children... No more siblings."
Chris just wanted to answer something when Liam made himself notice by crying softly. The Elder-witch tried to calm him down but it didn't really work. "I guess he's hungry..." he said and stood up. "If you have time later I'd love to talk some more with you..."
The girl nodded: "Sure... I just need this homework to be done... I'll come down as soon as it's finished."
Chris nodded then he left the room, searching for his wife.

Back in the Present...

-After having spent a calm, relaxing morning at the beach in each others arms, Tom and Veronica decided it was time to head back to work. After all, they each had a class to prepare this afternoon. Veronica had been asked to take over the potions class for the afternoon, since the regular teacher was out collecting some rare ingredients. Tom shimmered them into the grand hallway, just as detention was letting out, and ended up in the middle of a large pile of students. One not so lucky student, a sixth year, didn't have time to get out of the way as they shimmered in, and subsequently ran into Tom. Veronica just caught the boy's arm before he landed on the floor, but his books weren't so lucky.
-"I'm so sorry!" The boy kept saying, over and over, horrified that he'd walked into a teacher.
-"It's alright." Tom told him, smiling at the boy's nervousness. He and Veronica helped the boy pick up his books, amid the snickering of some of the boy's classmate, who stood farther down the hall, watching.
-"Thank you." The boy said shyly, then vanished from sight, turning invisible to avoid further taunts. Tom turned on the other boys, putting on his stern teacher's face.
-"Don't you boys have something else to do?" He said, staring them down. Their cheerful expressions just vanished at the look from Tom, and they quickly turned and headed to class.
-"This is one of those times, I wish I was telekinetic." Tom said, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
-"Tom! You're a teacher! You can't go around taunting the students!" Veronica said in mock astonishment, then laughed.
-"What? You don't think they deserve it?" He continued in jest, as they walked down the hallway.
-"Deserve a taste of their own medicine? Haven't you learned from the Charmed Ones that using magic in ‘an-eye-for-an-eye' situation can only lead you down the dark path?" She said, starting to turn serious.
-"When did the Charmed Ones ever end up in such a situation?"
-"Oh, about, six or seven years ago. Back when Prue was still alive." She stopped herself as she passed by Paige's office, the door partly open, and glanced Paige sitting at her desk, still correcting papers. She watched the youngest Charmed One for a moment before Tom interrupted her.
-"Well? What happened?" He asked, suddenly curious. Veronica pulled herself out of her daze, and continued down the hall a few paces before she continued.
-"The sisters were having a problem with one of their neighbors. He never cleaned up after his dog, who did its business on their front steps. So they used magic to teach him a lesson. But the whole thing turned on them when they ended up taking a trip to the future where Phoebe was being burned at the stake. Once they learned their lesson, they realized that the whole thing had started with that moment." She narrated.
-"Wow! How do you even know that?" He asked as they approached the library.
-"It's the sisters history. If you cared to look, you could find out quite a bit about them." She said slyly, her own mischievous grin tugging at her lips. Tom shook his head, smiling.
-"So, you don't think those kids need a lesson?" He asked a moment later, as they reached the library door.
-"Oh, they need a lesson. Like, say, a thousand word essay on why you don't make fun of people." She said as she backed into the library.
-"That won't do much to change them." He said, following her in.
-"Maybe not, but while they are writing the essay, they won't have the time to tease anyone." She said, still backing up.
-"And what if they just do it worst next time?" He asked, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
-"They we say the essay is strike one. Strike two could be a temporary power bind." She said, her mischievous smile fully engulfing her face, now.
-"Oh, you're bad!" Tom said, pulling her even closer.
-"Yes, really bad." Said a voice behind them, startling them. "So bad in fact, I don't think the Elders would approve." Tom looked up and Veronica turned around to see Phoebe and Nicki sitting at a table looking through some books. It was Phoebe who had spoken.
-"Phoebe! Nicki! Ah hi! I, we didn't know you were here." Tom said, feeling shy all of a sudden. Like a kid who had just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
-"Hi." Nicki said, laughing at her embarrassed friends.
-"We were just kidding. We would never do that!" Veronica said, defensively. Phoebe just laughed.
-"It's okay. Your secret is safe with me. And to tell you the truth, there are a few students who I would love to bind their powers for a little while." She told them, giving them a wink. They both smiled, relieved, and approached the table.
-"So what are you two looking for in all these books?" Tom asked, picking one of the books up.
-"A very particular symbol that just seems to keep eluding me." Phoebe said, frustrated.
-"We've been looking forever, it seems. We just can't seem to find it." Nicki said, feeling disappointed. Even the book she'd thought earlier would help, hadn't. At least she'd managed to get some good advice about Steve.
-"Well, we have some time before we have to prepare our classes. How about we help?" Veronica offered.
-"Thank you! We can use all the help we can get!" Phoebe said, handing them each a book.

-For the past hour or two, Kyle couldn't quite remember, he'd been doing paperwork at his desk. And he was bored out of his mind! Every so often he would look up and watch the hustle and bustle of the precinct. He hadn't been able to think of a suitable excuse to get off early, so he just focused on getting his paperwork done as fast as possible. At least he had, at first.
-"Hard at work, Turner?" A fellow police officer would say every once in a while, when passing by his desk. He knew they were teasing him, since they had been on the beat all day, and just passing through the office. Paperwork was Kyle's least favorite part of being a cop. But at least he didn't forget to cross any ‘T's or dot and ‘I's. At least usually. He looked down at the sheet in front of him once no one was close enough to see.
-"Tomatoes. Onions. Shrimp. Scallops." He read to himself. Since his talk with Paige earlier, he hadn't been able to get their date out of his head. And, all the while doing his real paperwork, he kept thinking about what he would make for her that night. And then it came to him. His mother's famous recipe! The one she had used to woo his father. It was the perfect meal for a romantic evening. Now if he could just remember all the ingredients.
-"Oh yes! Emmental, basil, a little garlic." He said to himself as he jotted the ingredients down. "And I definitely can't forget the Bordeaux." He made sure to underline the word ‘Bordeaux' a couple of times, since it was probably the most important ingredient in the recipe. Now, what else am I forgetting? He thought, staring at the list.
-"Hey, Turner!" Someone called, pulling Kyle out of his thoughts.
-"Yeah?" He said, trying to spot who had called him.
-"Grab your gun, we gotta go!" Said the same man, a burly officer standing by the door. He had an urgent look on his face. Kyle quickly got up, picked up his gun and headed for the door, the big man already beyond it. He had only taken a couple of steps then turned back to his desk, grabbed his shopping list, stuffed it in his pocket, and raced out of the precinct.



Note: Those ingredients don't come for a real recipe, as far as I know. But if anyone wants to try and make a casserole out of them, I'd love to know how it turns out!

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:My muse is nowhere to be found right now.... I don't know where she is... So I had to write this on my own. Which is why there is some nonsense about past Charmed events....

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:Back in the Present...

-After having spent a calm, relaxing morning at the beach in each others arms, Tom and Veronica decided it was time to head back to work. After all, they each had a class to teach this afternoon. Tom shimmered them into the grand hallway, just as a class was letting out, and ended up in the middle of a large pile of students. One not so lucky student, a sixth year, didn't have time to get out of the way as they shimmered in, and subsequently ran into Tom. Veronica just caught the boy's arm before he landed on the floor, but his books weren't so lucky.
-"I'm so sorry!" The boy kept saying, over and over, horrified that he'd walked into a teacher.
-"It's alright." Tom told him, smiling at the boy's nervousness. He and Veronica helped the boy pick up his books, amid the snickering of some of the boy's classmate, who stood farther down the hall, watching.
-"Thank you." The boy said shyly, then vanished from sight, turning invisible to avoid further taunts. Tom turned on the other boys, putting on his stern teacher's face.
-"Don't you boys have a class to get to?" He said, staring them down. Their cheerful expressions just vanished at the look from Tom, and they quickly turned and headed to class.
-"This is one of those times, I wish I was telekinetic." Tom said, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
-"Tom! You're a teacher! You can't go around taunting the students!" Veronica said in mock astonishment, then laughed.
-"What? You don't think they deserve it?" He continued in jest, as they walked down the hallway.
-"Deserve a taste of their own medicine? Haven't you learned from the Charmed Ones that using magic in ‘an-eye-for-an-eye' situation can only lead you down the dark path?" She said, starting to turn serious.
-"When did the Charmed Ones ever end up in such a situation?"
-"Oh, about, six or seven years ago. Back when Prue was still alive." She stopped herself as she passed by Paige's office, the door partly open, and glanced Paige sitting at her desk, still correcting papers. She watched the youngest Charmed One for a moment before Tom interrupted her.
-"Well? What happened?" He asked, suddenly curious. Veronica pulled herself out of her daze, and continued down the hall a few paces before she continued.
-"The sisters were having a problem with one of their neighbors. He never cleaned up after his dog, who did its business on their front steps. So they used magic to teach him a lesson. But the whole thing turned on them when they ended up taking a trip to the future where Phoebe was being burned at the stake. Once they learned their lesson, they realized that the whole thing had started with that moment." She narrated.
-"Wow! How do you even know that?" He asked as they approached the library.
-"It's the sisters history. If you cared to look, you could find out quite a bit about them." She said slyly, her own mischievous grin tugging at her lips. Tom shook his head, smiling.
-"So, you don't think those kids need a lesson?" He asked a moment later, as they reached the library door.
-"Oh, they need a lesson. Like, say, a thousand word essay on why you don't make fun of people." She said as she backed into the library.
-"That won't do much to change them." He said, following her in.
-"Maybe not, but while they are writing the essay, they won't have the time to tease anyone." She said, still backing up.
-"And what if they just do it worst next time?" He asked, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
-"They we say the essay is strike one. Strike two could be a temporary power bind." She said, her mischievous smile fully engulfing her face, now.
-"Oh, you're bad!" Tom said, pulling her even closer.
-"Yes, really bad." Said a voice behind them, startling them. "So bad in fact, I don't think the Elders would approve." Tom looked up and Veronica turned around to see Phoebe and Nicki sitting at a table looking through some books. It was Phoebe who had spoken.
-"Phoebe! Nicki! Ah hi! I, we didn't know you were here." Tom said, feeling shy all of a sudden. Like a kid who had just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
-"Hi." Nicki said, laughing at her embarrassed friends.
-"We were just kidding. We would never do that!" Veronica said, defensively. Phoebe just laughed.
-"It's okay. Your secret is safe with me. And to tell you the truth, there are a few students who I would love to bind their powers for a little while." She told them, giving them a wink. They both smiled, relieved, and approached the table.
-"So what are you two looking for in all these books?" Tom asked, picking one of the books up.
-"A very particular symbol that just seems to keep eluding me." Phoebe said, frustrated.
-"We've been looking forever, it seems. We just can't seem to find it." Nicki said, feeling disappointed. Even the book she'd thought earlier would help, hadn't. At least she'd managed to get some good advice about Steve.
-"Well, we have an hour or so before our classes start. How about we help?" Veronica offered.
-"Thank you! We can use all the help we can get!" Phoebe said, handing them each a book.

-For the past hour or two, Kyle couldn't quite remember, he'd been doing paperwork at his desk. And he was bored out of his mind! Every so often he would look up and watch the hustle and bustle of the precinct. He hadn't been able to think of a suitable excuse to get off early, so he just focused on getting his paperwork done as fast as possible. At least he had, at first.
-"Hard at work, Turner?" A fellow police officer would say every once in a while, when passing by his desk. He knew they were teasing him, since they had been on the beat all day, and just passing through the office. Paperwork was Kyle's least favorite part of being a cop. But at least he didn't forget to cross any ‘T's or dot and ‘I's. At least usually. He looked down at the sheet in front of him once no one was close enough to see.
-"Tomatoes. Onions. Shrimp. Scallops." He read to himself. Since his talk with Paige earlier, he hadn't been able to get their date out of his head. And, all the while doing his real paperwork, he kept thinking about what he would make for her that night. And then it came to him. His mother's famous recipe! The one she had used to woo his father. It was the perfect meal for a romantic evening. Now if he could just remember all the ingredients.
-"Oh yes! Emmental, basil, a little garlic." He said to himself as he jotted the ingredients down. "And I definitely can't forget the Bordeaux." He made sure to underline the word ‘Bordeaux' a couple of times, since it was probably the most important ingredient in the recipe. Now, what else am I forgetting? He thought, staring at the list.
-"Hey, Turner!" Someone called, pulling Kyle out of his thoughts.
-"Yeah?" He said, trying to spot who had called him.
-"Grab your gun, we gotta go!" Said the same man, a burly officer standing by the door. He had an urgent look on his face. Kyle quickly got up, picked up his gun and headed for the door, the big man already beyond it. He had only taken a couple of steps then turned back to his desk, grabbed his shopping list, stuffed it in his pocket, and raced out of the precinct.

Note: Those ingredients don't come for a real recipe, as far as I know. But if anyone wants to try and make a casserole out of them, I'd love to know how it turns out!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:

Kirianna Ledräen wrote:My muse is nowhere to be found right now.... I don't know where she is... So I had to write this on my own. Which is why there is some nonsense about past Charmed events....

Even without muse you did a great job here, honey... And I love it as you know when you read your PM already...

And yes I said there, that I won't update until Monday but you see... the cake was done more faster than I had thought...*grinning* So here I am...

Awe! Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!!

Well, another week, another update... I just hope you don't find so many mistakes this time! Enjoy! Oh, and this is kinda long... Couldn't, for the life of me, figure out how to make it shorter... lol

Chrissy.W.x wrote: Steve and Christopher had been sitting on the bridge for nearly an hour now and it was getting a little chilly. Still both young men kept sitting there, staring down, watching the traffic pass by.
They both had talked a lot about the behaviour of the Ashon, about the how's and why's but it was hard to make Steve understand... more than Christopher had thought. In his time, Steve was at peace with himself, but here? If Christopher didn't knew what his future was like he'd be worried by now that things would turn out really bad. Or maybe he should worry? Maybe his presence in the past was making things even worse? And why was he here anyway? What had all this to do with him and that d*mn sword????
"I'm afraid, Christopher..." Steve suddenly said, pulling the witch-Elder out of his thoughts.
"Why?"
Steve shrugged: I'm not really sure. It's just a bad feeling in my guts that makes me afraid of the future."
Christopher looked at him while demon-Elder kept looking down at the traffic. He looked horrible. His skin was almost grey and his eyes were a little red, with dark circles under them. Like if he hadn't slept in ages... 'Probably he hasn't...' Christopher thought. And it seemed that all of Steve's anger he had shown before, had vanished by now and the only thing was left was a scared little boy. Christopher felt so much sorry for him. 'Oh Chris, why aren’t you here now?' he thought looking up to the sky with a sigh.
Right that moment blue orb lights came down to them and formed into Odin. "Blessed be," he greeted before turning to Christopher: "Do you have a moment? There is... some business to discuss..."
Christopher smiled at his godfather and said pointing at Steve: "Don't worry, I told him..."
The elder looked at him, raising his eyebrows before his face color changed from normal to white to red. "You did what? Christopher don't you think you are already in enough trouble, my boy???" he exclaimed angry.
The witch-Elder visibly became smaller at Odin's outburst, which Steve observed with a kind of amusement.
"What were you thinking?" Odin asked then, before he turned to Steve and sent him an angry look because he was chuckling by now.
"Nothing, Uncle Odin," Christopher said, "he found out on his own..." And when he saw his godfather looking at him in disbelieve he added: "I may have been a little careless with my words but he..."
"No buts Christopher! This is a very delicate situation that needs to be taken of carefully and not in a careless way, you understand?"
The witch-Elder nodded and muttered: "I know..."
"Please Odin, don’t be mad at him, he hasn't told me anything about the future... Sadly he hasn't," Steve tried to help, knowing what the Elder's greatest fear was. "We just talked about my problem, that's all..."
The Elder now looked at the young man. He knew what kind of problem he meant, all Elder's knew it and they were all pretty worried about the situation 'one of their own' was in. And somehow those words did the trick to calm Odin down. He sighed and looked at Christopher again before he turned back to Steve: "Do you like to visit your mom? Christopher here needs to come with me, because there is something me and Silas wanna show him. But I can also send you to any other place."
Steve grinned: "Of course I'd like to visit her for a little while..."
Odin nodded grabbing his arm. He turned to Christopher again and said: "Follow us." Then he orbed away. The witch-Elder sighed then he followed them up to the Elder-land.