Post by charmed4ever on Mar 31, 2006 9:45:25 GMT -5
OK, this is a fan fic set in Chris' changed future. He's 16.Anyways, here the story-
Piper’s Third Child
Chapter 1
San Francisco 2020
One particular Sunday morning found the 40 something Paige Mathews in the attic of the Halliwell Manor twirling an amethyst crystal over a map. She was scrying.
After 20 more minutes of her futile attempt, she threw down the crystal in sheer frustration.
As if in response to her action, a shower of bright blue orbs commenced right beside her.
It turned out to be her 18 year old nephew Wyatt. At 6’4” and a solid, muscular body, coupled with blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and a pair of warm, grey eyes, Wyatt; was by common consent, very, very HOT.
Sensing Paige’s mood by virtue of his empathy, he commented conversationally, “You seem to be in a very good mood this morning, my dear aunt Paige.”
“Ha, ha, I’m really amused now. It’s just that I’m scrying for a boy that I met the other day, who I really wanna help.”
“And you’re scrying for him? You don’t usually scry for your potential clients, do you?” Wyatt asked, slightly puzzled.
“No, I don’t,” Paige said, “but I have a feeling that the guy’s a witch- and a powerful one at that. I think he’s troubled somehow.”
“Ah…” Wyatt answered very articulately. After 18 years of living with Paige, he knew that Paige’s ‘feelings’ usually turned out to be correct.
“So, he’s like what, 4 years old?” he asked his aunt. He was also following in his aunt’s footsteps and shaping up his career as a social worker.
“No, of course not! I think he’s around Chris’s age.” Paige answered him, “Maybe a year or two older at the most.
I wasn’t even at work when I met him, actually. My lunch break was almost over and I was going back to my office from the cafe when my eyes met his (he was just passing by, you see). I didn’t mean to stare, of course, but I ended up doing just that. His head snapped up! And, and, his eyes…they were so haunted. He had these beautiful, vivid, blue eyes, and they seemed to be full of pain.
Not just physical pain, mind you. But pain on so many different levels. And there was another thing- I had the distinct feeling of magick emanating from him. Not evil magick, though, but good.” Paige finished her account and looked up to see her second nephew Chris standing at the door, listening attentively.
“Hey, when’d you get here?” Wyatt enquired of his 16 year old brother. “Sometime before the ‘vivid, blue eyes part’”, he answered, and then continued; now speaking to Paige-“Do you remember his face clearly?”
“Yep, every last detail”, Paige answered, beginning to understand what Chris planned to do. Chris had an advanced form of empathy (the one area where he was stronger than even Wyatt) which allowed him to access people’s memories instead of just their emotions.
Paige closed her eyes and Chris sat opposite to her, closing his. They held hands, and Paige, knowing what she had to do, concentrated with every ounce of her will power on her memory of ‘the blue eyed boy’.
Soon, she had put it together, and Chris, using his power saw it clearly. Satisfied that the guy’s face was now permanently imprinted onto his mind, he withdrew his power and opened his eyes, which was the cue for Paige to do the same.
“I see what you mean, Aunt Paige- he does have this ‘haunted and pained’ expression as you put it” Chris said.
“I can’t say anything about the magickal part though. My empathy only lets me see and hear your memories, I can’t sense what you sensed”, he continued.
“Yeah, I know. But magick or not, we ought to help, if he needs it, at all that is. We have to keep it in mind, he never said anything to me directly.” Paige said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, right! When was the last time your intuition let you down?” Wyatt quipped.
“Besides, people who actually need help don’t go around parading their troubles, the better to alert any social workers lurking in the general area.”
“Anyways, we’ll see what we can do.” Chris said, wincing almost instantly- he’d sounded WAY too sincere.
Like a replica of his dad, Paige thought, smiling to herself.
Chapter 2
It was Monday morning, Chris was unforgivably late for school and Piper Halliwell was banging on the door of her younger son’s room for all she was worth.
“OI! YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE Y’KNOW! WHAT THE HELL’RE YOU DOING?” she said in wonderfully dulcet tones.
“Murdering someone and disposing off the body”, pat came the reply from inside.
Piper sighed. Sarcastic was primarily what Chris was, period. After years of trying to correct him, she’d given up altogether.
Better sarcastic than the leader of all evil, Piper reasoned. After all, Wyatt nearly had turned evil, and Chris did come back from the future to save his brother. Of course, that had been another timeline, one which didn’t exist now.
A little sarcasm, Piper had decided, won’t and can’t hurt anyone. The door finally opened and Chris came out, dressed in a white shirt and faded blue jeans. Leaner than his older brother, he was good looking too in his own special way.
Knowing all too well any further remarks would only get progressively more sarcastic comments from her son, she contended herself with giving him one of her trademark withering looks.
Chris cringed. Testing his mom’s patience when she was already pissed wasn’t exactly the world’s safest occupation.
Piper’s Third Child
Chapter 1
San Francisco 2020
One particular Sunday morning found the 40 something Paige Mathews in the attic of the Halliwell Manor twirling an amethyst crystal over a map. She was scrying.
After 20 more minutes of her futile attempt, she threw down the crystal in sheer frustration.
As if in response to her action, a shower of bright blue orbs commenced right beside her.
It turned out to be her 18 year old nephew Wyatt. At 6’4” and a solid, muscular body, coupled with blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and a pair of warm, grey eyes, Wyatt; was by common consent, very, very HOT.
Sensing Paige’s mood by virtue of his empathy, he commented conversationally, “You seem to be in a very good mood this morning, my dear aunt Paige.”
“Ha, ha, I’m really amused now. It’s just that I’m scrying for a boy that I met the other day, who I really wanna help.”
“And you’re scrying for him? You don’t usually scry for your potential clients, do you?” Wyatt asked, slightly puzzled.
“No, I don’t,” Paige said, “but I have a feeling that the guy’s a witch- and a powerful one at that. I think he’s troubled somehow.”
“Ah…” Wyatt answered very articulately. After 18 years of living with Paige, he knew that Paige’s ‘feelings’ usually turned out to be correct.
“So, he’s like what, 4 years old?” he asked his aunt. He was also following in his aunt’s footsteps and shaping up his career as a social worker.
“No, of course not! I think he’s around Chris’s age.” Paige answered him, “Maybe a year or two older at the most.
I wasn’t even at work when I met him, actually. My lunch break was almost over and I was going back to my office from the cafe when my eyes met his (he was just passing by, you see). I didn’t mean to stare, of course, but I ended up doing just that. His head snapped up! And, and, his eyes…they were so haunted. He had these beautiful, vivid, blue eyes, and they seemed to be full of pain.
Not just physical pain, mind you. But pain on so many different levels. And there was another thing- I had the distinct feeling of magick emanating from him. Not evil magick, though, but good.” Paige finished her account and looked up to see her second nephew Chris standing at the door, listening attentively.
“Hey, when’d you get here?” Wyatt enquired of his 16 year old brother. “Sometime before the ‘vivid, blue eyes part’”, he answered, and then continued; now speaking to Paige-“Do you remember his face clearly?”
“Yep, every last detail”, Paige answered, beginning to understand what Chris planned to do. Chris had an advanced form of empathy (the one area where he was stronger than even Wyatt) which allowed him to access people’s memories instead of just their emotions.
Paige closed her eyes and Chris sat opposite to her, closing his. They held hands, and Paige, knowing what she had to do, concentrated with every ounce of her will power on her memory of ‘the blue eyed boy’.
Soon, she had put it together, and Chris, using his power saw it clearly. Satisfied that the guy’s face was now permanently imprinted onto his mind, he withdrew his power and opened his eyes, which was the cue for Paige to do the same.
“I see what you mean, Aunt Paige- he does have this ‘haunted and pained’ expression as you put it” Chris said.
“I can’t say anything about the magickal part though. My empathy only lets me see and hear your memories, I can’t sense what you sensed”, he continued.
“Yeah, I know. But magick or not, we ought to help, if he needs it, at all that is. We have to keep it in mind, he never said anything to me directly.” Paige said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, right! When was the last time your intuition let you down?” Wyatt quipped.
“Besides, people who actually need help don’t go around parading their troubles, the better to alert any social workers lurking in the general area.”
“Anyways, we’ll see what we can do.” Chris said, wincing almost instantly- he’d sounded WAY too sincere.
Like a replica of his dad, Paige thought, smiling to herself.
Chapter 2
It was Monday morning, Chris was unforgivably late for school and Piper Halliwell was banging on the door of her younger son’s room for all she was worth.
“OI! YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE Y’KNOW! WHAT THE HELL’RE YOU DOING?” she said in wonderfully dulcet tones.
“Murdering someone and disposing off the body”, pat came the reply from inside.
Piper sighed. Sarcastic was primarily what Chris was, period. After years of trying to correct him, she’d given up altogether.
Better sarcastic than the leader of all evil, Piper reasoned. After all, Wyatt nearly had turned evil, and Chris did come back from the future to save his brother. Of course, that had been another timeline, one which didn’t exist now.
A little sarcasm, Piper had decided, won’t and can’t hurt anyone. The door finally opened and Chris came out, dressed in a white shirt and faded blue jeans. Leaner than his older brother, he was good looking too in his own special way.
Knowing all too well any further remarks would only get progressively more sarcastic comments from her son, she contended herself with giving him one of her trademark withering looks.
Chris cringed. Testing his mom’s patience when she was already pissed wasn’t exactly the world’s safest occupation.
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