Post by taintedshimmer on Apr 12, 2005 15:59:26 GMT -5
This is kind of a sequel to Bad Bad World, but you don't need to read it.
This is an AU based on when Bianca brought Chris back, if Wyatt had managed to keep him there. It is co written by Katy.
Feedback is appreciated.
Prologue : The Beginning
As the blinding light subsided, she could feel his had moved out of
hers. The attic in the future - thier present, thier *home* - was
dark, apart from a light from the parallel side from them. There was
also a demonic set waiting - was it a set up?
She didn't relax when she realised that they were body guards - but
who were the guys in gray? She didn't have long to think about it. She
knew he was there before he spoke, like a tingle on the back of your
neck when your hair stands on end that tells you someone's watching.
"Welcome home, Chris."
He sounded smug. She wasn't pleased, as happiness was never a good
sign when it came to him. She lifted her head defiantly as Wyatt
emerged from the shadows. There was a time when she would have laughed
- no powers, confined space, alone and he still felt threatened enough
for body guards. She said nothing though- there was no need to
aggravate the situation.
Instead, she stared straight ahead, watching the unbelievable time it
took for him to cross the attic. Maybe thats what people mean by a
life in a heartbeat. Her jaw clenched, refusing to show that the numb
she'd forced on herself to save his life - both thier lives - was
fading more every second she could hear him breathing beside her.
She barely noticed when the attic was left with only the three of
them. The only stray thought was that he was showing off - she
shouldn't be surprised by it. But she wasn't listening to him. They
were sniping at each other but this was hardly unusual. For a moment,
she could pretend it was before all this - before Lyn, before the past
- and that they would go home any minute and throw lemonade at each
other. She could almost believe it. Almost.
She noticed Chris walking forward, getting on to riskier subjects. She
crossed her arms, caught between telling him to shut up and they might
get out of this intact and agreeing with him. Either way, the tension
was building and it would explode. 'Be careful...' She thought
She heard her name mentioned, and Chris spared a look to her. It
wasn't a happy one. Forgiven...thats a funny way of putting it, isn't
it? Hadn't he done enough damage to thier relationship?
"I thought you said you could talk some sense into him!"
She moved, hoping to repair the damage Chris was doing - what the hell
was he thinking? This wasn't the time for sibling squabbles. But
before any words could leave her mouth, she heard that awful sound of
choking. And Wyatt wasn't bothering to hide what he was doing. 'Stop
it!' She thought, but the words wouldn't come out. She just gasped in
horror - something she wouldn't admit to later. How dare he? She shot
him a scatching look. There it was again, that helpless she'd been
getting a lot lately - she hated it.
She turned watching him go headfirst into something in the attic and
the sound of broken glass. God, he was throwing him around like a
doll. She'd had enough!
"You promised you wouldn't hurt him!" Any of the pretense that this
was passing over her had left and she didn't care if her emotions
where on show.
"And you promised you'd turn him, just like I turned you," He told
her, "Or I thought I had."
She wasn't about to deal with this now - everything was out and she
didn't care. She heard Chris and ran over to him. "Chris, please" She
said, with a soft desperation, her tears now slipping down her face.
She didn't care that she never let people she her cry - if this was
how it ended, she needed to make things right. "I didn't bring you
here to die."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," He said and she wanted to
believe him. "I think." Oh, that helps. Her hand slipped from his
chest, and actually took a dive for Wyatt. What the hell was he
doing?!
She flinched as Wyatt through him into yet more of the attics
furniture. She had to agree with him, had he lost his mind? She
stared, as he lifed him but it was the energy ball that attracted her
attention. He'll kill him, he's snapped!
In that moment, she told herself to stop crying, to get up and face
her fear. 'You're an assassin, for gods sake, assassinate!' She
thought, moving herself up. She had to do it now. She did the only
thing she could think of - use the strongest power she had - the power
strip.
She knew the second her hand was in that it wouldn't hold. She was
tired, emotionally exhausted and timing was important as hell. But
Chris was out cold, the air had ben cut off too long - oh god, what if
he's already dead?
She didn't have much time to thing about it, being thrown across the
room seconds later. She felt her head slam against the wall, but after
that, it all went black.
---
This is an AU based on when Bianca brought Chris back, if Wyatt had managed to keep him there. It is co written by Katy.
Feedback is appreciated.
Prologue : The Beginning
As the blinding light subsided, she could feel his had moved out of
hers. The attic in the future - thier present, thier *home* - was
dark, apart from a light from the parallel side from them. There was
also a demonic set waiting - was it a set up?
She didn't relax when she realised that they were body guards - but
who were the guys in gray? She didn't have long to think about it. She
knew he was there before he spoke, like a tingle on the back of your
neck when your hair stands on end that tells you someone's watching.
"Welcome home, Chris."
He sounded smug. She wasn't pleased, as happiness was never a good
sign when it came to him. She lifted her head defiantly as Wyatt
emerged from the shadows. There was a time when she would have laughed
- no powers, confined space, alone and he still felt threatened enough
for body guards. She said nothing though- there was no need to
aggravate the situation.
Instead, she stared straight ahead, watching the unbelievable time it
took for him to cross the attic. Maybe thats what people mean by a
life in a heartbeat. Her jaw clenched, refusing to show that the numb
she'd forced on herself to save his life - both thier lives - was
fading more every second she could hear him breathing beside her.
She barely noticed when the attic was left with only the three of
them. The only stray thought was that he was showing off - she
shouldn't be surprised by it. But she wasn't listening to him. They
were sniping at each other but this was hardly unusual. For a moment,
she could pretend it was before all this - before Lyn, before the past
- and that they would go home any minute and throw lemonade at each
other. She could almost believe it. Almost.
She noticed Chris walking forward, getting on to riskier subjects. She
crossed her arms, caught between telling him to shut up and they might
get out of this intact and agreeing with him. Either way, the tension
was building and it would explode. 'Be careful...' She thought
She heard her name mentioned, and Chris spared a look to her. It
wasn't a happy one. Forgiven...thats a funny way of putting it, isn't
it? Hadn't he done enough damage to thier relationship?
"I thought you said you could talk some sense into him!"
She moved, hoping to repair the damage Chris was doing - what the hell
was he thinking? This wasn't the time for sibling squabbles. But
before any words could leave her mouth, she heard that awful sound of
choking. And Wyatt wasn't bothering to hide what he was doing. 'Stop
it!' She thought, but the words wouldn't come out. She just gasped in
horror - something she wouldn't admit to later. How dare he? She shot
him a scatching look. There it was again, that helpless she'd been
getting a lot lately - she hated it.
She turned watching him go headfirst into something in the attic and
the sound of broken glass. God, he was throwing him around like a
doll. She'd had enough!
"You promised you wouldn't hurt him!" Any of the pretense that this
was passing over her had left and she didn't care if her emotions
where on show.
"And you promised you'd turn him, just like I turned you," He told
her, "Or I thought I had."
She wasn't about to deal with this now - everything was out and she
didn't care. She heard Chris and ran over to him. "Chris, please" She
said, with a soft desperation, her tears now slipping down her face.
She didn't care that she never let people she her cry - if this was
how it ended, she needed to make things right. "I didn't bring you
here to die."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," He said and she wanted to
believe him. "I think." Oh, that helps. Her hand slipped from his
chest, and actually took a dive for Wyatt. What the hell was he
doing?!
She flinched as Wyatt through him into yet more of the attics
furniture. She had to agree with him, had he lost his mind? She
stared, as he lifed him but it was the energy ball that attracted her
attention. He'll kill him, he's snapped!
In that moment, she told herself to stop crying, to get up and face
her fear. 'You're an assassin, for gods sake, assassinate!' She
thought, moving herself up. She had to do it now. She did the only
thing she could think of - use the strongest power she had - the power
strip.
She knew the second her hand was in that it wouldn't hold. She was
tired, emotionally exhausted and timing was important as hell. But
Chris was out cold, the air had ben cut off too long - oh god, what if
he's already dead?
She didn't have much time to thing about it, being thrown across the
room seconds later. She felt her head slam against the wall, but after
that, it all went black.
---
