Post by SimplyAretha on Dec 29, 2004 15:50:52 GMT -5
posted by Nautica7mk
Title: Magic to Heal
Author: Nadia Mack
Spoilers: Up to "Courtship" and a little of what I think after.
Summary: I hate summaries... well, it's Chris-centered. There. LOL!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Charmed. Also, there will be a scene extracted from "Firefly" (I own nothing from that either) and a character there was replaced by a Charmed character. Don't worry, it's not a crossover or anything. If you haven't seen Firefly. Shame. Anyway, it won't affect the storyline whatsover. This is my first Charmed fanfic, so bear with me if there are any inconsistencies or problems. Feedback is always welcomed. Thanks...
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~ The Manor ~
“MOM!” screamed Chris. He runs frantically to his mother’s side. “Are you okay?”<br>
“I’m fine, sweetie.” She looks back to her sisters, who are being attacked by a demon. “Go help your aunts”<br>
“Are you sure?”<br>
He notices the gash on her leg. Conflict builds inside him knowing he can’t heal her as quickly as he could have if he had the gift of healing. He looks back to the rest of the sisters, who seemed to be holding on their own. Quickly, he picks his mom up and leads her to the kitchen while the others keep the demon distracted.
Chris rummages through the first-aid kit and begins to help his mother with her wound.
Watching him, Piper is surprised that Chris knows his way around a med-kit. In the next room, they hear a loud BOOM. A moment later, Paige and Phoebe walk into the kitchen.
Coughing. “Whew! That demon was a tough one,” Phoebe commented.
“Gotta hate a demon that won’t stay in one place,” Paige adds sarcastically.
“God, I hate it when they do that. Wasted 3 vials on one demon, it sucks we don’t get paid for this gig”<br>
Piper laughs at her sister’s ability to make a crappy situation worth laughing about. She looks back down on her leg, which was skillfully taken cared of by Chris. She looks to him gratefully.
“I don’t have the gift of healing,” he says softly, looking down, his face saddens. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He disappears in a swirl of blue orbs, leaving the sisters baffled and utterly confused by what just took place.
Later that night, sitting on top of San Francisco’s most decadent bridge, Chris silently looks over the city, his face mixed with longing and sadness. Closing his eyes…<br>
Memory Recall
Chris is visiting a hospital when he witnesses a patient going into shock. By instinct, he runs towards the patient in distress.
“What do we have here?” taking the stethoscope from the intern’s neck, placing it around his own.
“Fifty-one year old double-bypass post-op, prognosis was positive,” the intern explained quickly.
“BP’s 60 over 20, his pulse is thready,” the crash team nurse added.
“Who are you?” the intern asks, confused.
“He’s crashing!” The nurse interceded.
“Get the cart,” he ordered. Just then, a high pitch sound resonated from the machine.
“We have a flat line”<br>
“We’ve got to crack it,” the intern shouted, his hands getting shaky. Chris takes a mental note and refuses. “We’re not cracking a post-op”<br>
“He’s non-responsive, should I see all the code team?” The nurse, too, was getting nervous.
“Get the infusers and point-four of atropine,” Chris says quickly to the nurse, in which she responds. He turns to the intern. “What did you give him?”<br>
“Just twenty of alprazoline push,” he looks at him disgustedly then turns back to the patient. He holds the syringe in-between his teeth and takes the defibrillator paddle, preparing to shock. He shocks once, no response. He shocks again, this time, there’s a rhythm.
“He’s going tachy,” the intern observed.
“Yes, but his heart’s beating,” he clarified. Chris injects the atropine into his IV line; the monitor stabilizes while the nurse and intern look on.
“He’s okay,” the intern says, relieved.
Then, Chris goes up to the intern and confronts him with questions.
“Explain to me how you justify administering a vasoconstrictor to this patient,” he asked angrily, yet keeping his voice down to keep from being noticed by other faculty.
“Alprazoline is a pain killer, not a vaso –<br>
“Unless you combine it with dilaftin,” he interrupted. “Which any first-year should know is the standard prep medication your patient was taking before surgery. Your patient should be dead.” He hands the intern back his stethoscope and leaves, not looking back.
End of Recall
“Are you okay?” some one says, removing Chris from his thoughts. He turns around, surprised by the presence that stood before him.
“Mom”<br>
“Do you mind,” her hands gestures away from the edge of the platform, and closer to her. Chris smiles genuinely.
“Not at all.” He looks around and then looks back at her; he gets up and slowly approaches her. “What are you doing here?”<br>
“Paige orbed me in,” Piper answered. “Leo mentioned once that you like it up here,” she revealed, noticing Chris’s sudden change of expression when she brought up Leo. “I was hoping we could talk, you left so suddenly earlier”<br>
“Yeah, I needed to be alone”<br>
“Oh”<br>
“No – not,” he takes a deep breath. “I mean, I’m glad you’re here”<br>
Piper nods and is thankful that he isn’t pushing her away, at least not entirely.
Chris notices that Piper is feeling cold and instantly removes his jacket and hands it to her.
“No, I’m okay”<br>
“Take it,” he insisted.
“What about you?”<br>
“You’re more important”<br>
“But you’re my son”<br>
He smiles again, which by affect, makes Piper smile as well.
“Fine!” Piper says in defeat. “Just this once,” she puts it on and looks around, finally registering to her that she’s actually on top of the famed but very high, Golden Gate Bridge. She looks back at her future son, “Look, Chris, I understand that you’re angry with Leo but –”
“This isn’t about Leo”<br>
Surprised. “It isn’t?” He nods his head and remained silent as he sits down, leaning on a frame behind him for support. Piper does the same. “What happened back there?” she asked, concerned.
She gently takes a hold of his hand, feeling it shiver. “What did you mean about not having the power to heal?”<br>
“It’s a balancing act,” he started. Trying to find the words to explain it. “It’s like good and evil, light and dark. When there’s one, there’s another. A balance…”
“You’re not a killer,” she stated, firmly.
“I’m not,” he says in grateful expression.
“Then what?” She lets go of his hand and cups his face, tears were clearly forming in his eyes, but he remained strong to keep them from falling. Chris gestures to his mother’s sore wrist.
“You should lay off the pressure a little more; you’re making it more agitated”<br>
Piper watches him as he massaged her wrist, carefully avoiding areas that would inhibit pain. She continues to watch him.
“First my leg now my wrist, for a moment there, I was beginning to think that you were a doctor”<br>
He laughs at the comment. She had no idea how close to the truth that was.
“You’re not ready to tell me, aren’t you?” she says.
“Are you mad?”<br>
She smiles warmly and takes him into a warm embrace.
Title: Magic to Heal
Author: Nadia Mack
Spoilers: Up to "Courtship" and a little of what I think after.
Summary: I hate summaries... well, it's Chris-centered. There. LOL!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Charmed. Also, there will be a scene extracted from "Firefly" (I own nothing from that either) and a character there was replaced by a Charmed character. Don't worry, it's not a crossover or anything. If you haven't seen Firefly. Shame. Anyway, it won't affect the storyline whatsover. This is my first Charmed fanfic, so bear with me if there are any inconsistencies or problems. Feedback is always welcomed. Thanks...
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~ The Manor ~
“MOM!” screamed Chris. He runs frantically to his mother’s side. “Are you okay?”<br>
“I’m fine, sweetie.” She looks back to her sisters, who are being attacked by a demon. “Go help your aunts”<br>
“Are you sure?”<br>
He notices the gash on her leg. Conflict builds inside him knowing he can’t heal her as quickly as he could have if he had the gift of healing. He looks back to the rest of the sisters, who seemed to be holding on their own. Quickly, he picks his mom up and leads her to the kitchen while the others keep the demon distracted.
Chris rummages through the first-aid kit and begins to help his mother with her wound.
Watching him, Piper is surprised that Chris knows his way around a med-kit. In the next room, they hear a loud BOOM. A moment later, Paige and Phoebe walk into the kitchen.
Coughing. “Whew! That demon was a tough one,” Phoebe commented.
“Gotta hate a demon that won’t stay in one place,” Paige adds sarcastically.
“God, I hate it when they do that. Wasted 3 vials on one demon, it sucks we don’t get paid for this gig”<br>
Piper laughs at her sister’s ability to make a crappy situation worth laughing about. She looks back down on her leg, which was skillfully taken cared of by Chris. She looks to him gratefully.
“I don’t have the gift of healing,” he says softly, looking down, his face saddens. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He disappears in a swirl of blue orbs, leaving the sisters baffled and utterly confused by what just took place.
Later that night, sitting on top of San Francisco’s most decadent bridge, Chris silently looks over the city, his face mixed with longing and sadness. Closing his eyes…<br>
Memory Recall
Chris is visiting a hospital when he witnesses a patient going into shock. By instinct, he runs towards the patient in distress.
“What do we have here?” taking the stethoscope from the intern’s neck, placing it around his own.
“Fifty-one year old double-bypass post-op, prognosis was positive,” the intern explained quickly.
“BP’s 60 over 20, his pulse is thready,” the crash team nurse added.
“Who are you?” the intern asks, confused.
“He’s crashing!” The nurse interceded.
“Get the cart,” he ordered. Just then, a high pitch sound resonated from the machine.
“We have a flat line”<br>
“We’ve got to crack it,” the intern shouted, his hands getting shaky. Chris takes a mental note and refuses. “We’re not cracking a post-op”<br>
“He’s non-responsive, should I see all the code team?” The nurse, too, was getting nervous.
“Get the infusers and point-four of atropine,” Chris says quickly to the nurse, in which she responds. He turns to the intern. “What did you give him?”<br>
“Just twenty of alprazoline push,” he looks at him disgustedly then turns back to the patient. He holds the syringe in-between his teeth and takes the defibrillator paddle, preparing to shock. He shocks once, no response. He shocks again, this time, there’s a rhythm.
“He’s going tachy,” the intern observed.
“Yes, but his heart’s beating,” he clarified. Chris injects the atropine into his IV line; the monitor stabilizes while the nurse and intern look on.
“He’s okay,” the intern says, relieved.
Then, Chris goes up to the intern and confronts him with questions.
“Explain to me how you justify administering a vasoconstrictor to this patient,” he asked angrily, yet keeping his voice down to keep from being noticed by other faculty.
“Alprazoline is a pain killer, not a vaso –<br>
“Unless you combine it with dilaftin,” he interrupted. “Which any first-year should know is the standard prep medication your patient was taking before surgery. Your patient should be dead.” He hands the intern back his stethoscope and leaves, not looking back.
End of Recall
“Are you okay?” some one says, removing Chris from his thoughts. He turns around, surprised by the presence that stood before him.
“Mom”<br>
“Do you mind,” her hands gestures away from the edge of the platform, and closer to her. Chris smiles genuinely.
“Not at all.” He looks around and then looks back at her; he gets up and slowly approaches her. “What are you doing here?”<br>
“Paige orbed me in,” Piper answered. “Leo mentioned once that you like it up here,” she revealed, noticing Chris’s sudden change of expression when she brought up Leo. “I was hoping we could talk, you left so suddenly earlier”<br>
“Yeah, I needed to be alone”<br>
“Oh”<br>
“No – not,” he takes a deep breath. “I mean, I’m glad you’re here”<br>
Piper nods and is thankful that he isn’t pushing her away, at least not entirely.
Chris notices that Piper is feeling cold and instantly removes his jacket and hands it to her.
“No, I’m okay”<br>
“Take it,” he insisted.
“What about you?”<br>
“You’re more important”<br>
“But you’re my son”<br>
He smiles again, which by affect, makes Piper smile as well.
“Fine!” Piper says in defeat. “Just this once,” she puts it on and looks around, finally registering to her that she’s actually on top of the famed but very high, Golden Gate Bridge. She looks back at her future son, “Look, Chris, I understand that you’re angry with Leo but –”
“This isn’t about Leo”<br>
Surprised. “It isn’t?” He nods his head and remained silent as he sits down, leaning on a frame behind him for support. Piper does the same. “What happened back there?” she asked, concerned.
She gently takes a hold of his hand, feeling it shiver. “What did you mean about not having the power to heal?”<br>
“It’s a balancing act,” he started. Trying to find the words to explain it. “It’s like good and evil, light and dark. When there’s one, there’s another. A balance…”
“You’re not a killer,” she stated, firmly.
“I’m not,” he says in grateful expression.
“Then what?” She lets go of his hand and cups his face, tears were clearly forming in his eyes, but he remained strong to keep them from falling. Chris gestures to his mother’s sore wrist.
“You should lay off the pressure a little more; you’re making it more agitated”<br>
Piper watches him as he massaged her wrist, carefully avoiding areas that would inhibit pain. She continues to watch him.
“First my leg now my wrist, for a moment there, I was beginning to think that you were a doctor”<br>
He laughs at the comment. She had no idea how close to the truth that was.
“You’re not ready to tell me, aren’t you?” she says.
“Are you mad?”<br>
She smiles warmly and takes him into a warm embrace.
