Hi everyone,
Because it's been so long since I last posted, I've decided to re-post this story. I've edited it so parts that didn't make sense now do (hopefully…), and it's been Beta'd by my friend and fellow writer, kina24.
I'll post the redone chapters five at a time, and there will be a new chapter once the other 21 are uploaded.
Thanks to everyone who has kept faith!
Luv ShaedowCat
Set after "future" Chris dies at the hands of Gideon and changes the future. Chris and Wyatt grow up and neither of them are evil, but they face just as many challenges as their parents and aunts did. (Crap summary, but it's my first…)
This fanfic is set in an alternate universe after "future" Chris dies at the hands of Gideon sniffs and tear tracks slowly down cheek, so "future" Chris changed the future, so technically he didn't even need to come back…anyone else getting a headache yet?
Anyway, Chris and Wyatt grow up and neither of them are evil. Piper still dies (sorry, all you Piper fans, but this is the only way I can see this working out…I'll try and write another fic that has Piper living…), and Leo spends a lot of time on Earth…with both his sons (I like Leo, and I think knowing "future" Chris would have made him clean up his act). In my world, Leo never became an Avatar...although the Avatars tried to recruit him, he resisted. They ended up deleting him in an attempt to make the girls see reason, but Piper, Phoebe, and Paige listened to Kyle Brody and helped him defeat them. Kyle was killed in the attempt, but was made a Whitelighter for his bravery.
Also, in my world, Zankou was never released by the demons to combat the Avatars...he remained incarcerated, and was never a threat to the Charmed Ones. Sheridan's memory was wiped by Kyle wnce he became a Whitelighter, and she never exposed - or tried to expose - the Charmed Ones; however, she was killed by a demon a few months after Kyle died. The Charmed Ones never went into hiding.
Phoebe had a daughter she called Prue winces (yeah, I know, so not original, but I think it's a good idea, cause Phoebe really loved her sister) who is four years younger than Chris, and a son, called Josh, who is five years younger than Chris (ps. Oh yeah, Prue and Josh's Dad is Jason Dean, for all those out there who wanted him to make a comeback…)
Paige had a daughter, called Katie. She's almost seven years younger than Wyatt and five years younger than Chris (pps. And, um, well, Kyle is her Dad, for all those out there who wanted him to make a comeback, too...)
This fanfic starts when Chris is around 17, so Wyatt is a year and nine months older, therefore Wyatt is nearly 19 years old, and is out of school, both High and Magic, and helping his father and aunts to run P3. Prue is about 13, Josh and Katie are around 12, but they aren't so much in the fic. I've made it so that Chris is almost as powerful as Wyatt, but in different ways.
Wyatt has got Telekinesis, Telepathy, Temporal Stasis (ability to freeze stuff), Molecular Disintegration (blowing things up), Molecular Reconstruction (turning things into molecular form then changing 'em), Energy Balls, and, of course, Orbing. He also has that power to just wipe out a whole heap of beings at once, the one seen on Episode 20 of Season Seven, Imaginary Friends.
Chris has got Telekinesis, Telepathy, Temporal Stasis, Orb Bolts (my own creation, he basically just conjures a whole heap of little orbs into his hand, & they bond together to create a sort of really, really high-powered energy ball), and he can, of course, Orb. Oh, yeah, and he can do that thing where he scatters orbs, too. (Dunno exactly how to explain it as a power, but hey. It kinda comes from his telekinesis.)
Prue and Josh have both got Premonition, but Josh is the only one who can Levitate, and Prue is an Empath as well.
Katie has got Telekinesis, Orbakinesis (what Paige can do), and Orbing. She can also Conjure small things.
So...Wyatt has eight powers, Chris has five (not counting Orb Scattering, coz it's TK related), Katie has four, and Prue and Josh have two each. All of them gain more powers as they get older, and their present powers get stronger.
All That Matters
Chapter01 - Of Seekers & Teeth
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, and am making no money off this little venture...believe me, if I owned it, Chris never would have died!
2021
Chris Halliwell backed slowly across the living room floor, his hazel-green eyes fixed unwaveringly on the Seeker Demon in front of him. The part jackal, part eagle, part human creature snuffled its way across the floor, following his steps, its milky-blind eyes occasionally flicking upwards and looking to either side of - or once right at - him.
He didn't dare try freezing it again, considering that last time he'd tried it the damn thing had scented his magick and had gone straight for him. He could always throw an orb bolt at it, but he had a feeling it would sense the orbs gathering in his hand and go for them, too. He sighed, then winced as the demon cocked its head and then looked directly at him. Seeker Demons were blind, but they had extraordinary senses of smell, hearing, taste and touch. They had incredible speed, and the ability to move between realms, making it difficult - in fact, nearly impossible - to outrun them.
It was really annoying him that he couldn't call for his brother or his Dad, and that he couldn't just call for the vanquishing potion sitting on the kitchen counter...if he did, the Seeker Demon would jump him, again. There was a spell that could be used against Seeker Demons, but it could only be used if it was thought by two witches at the same time…without telepathy joining their minds. In Chris' mind, the spell was pretty much a dead loss (why couldn't they use telepathy?), and Seeker Demons were starting to become a major pain in the ass. Three weeks of virtually non-stop attack by these particular Demons had made him short of sleep and short-fused…even more so than he normally was.
He continued his slow progress back out the living room of the living room, through the foyer and into the kitchen, the Seeker Demon all the while following his tracks and steadily getting closer. He backed through the door, and, turning his head, saw the vial of vanquishing potion sitting innocently…on the other side of the bench. He opened his mouth to curse, but remembered exactly why he wanted the potion before he could say anything.
Chris was annoyed. It had taken him practically five minutes to move nearly six metres, and now the damned potion bottle was only a metre away, if that…
Fed-up, Chris stretched his hand out toward the little glass vial and TK'd it into his left hand. For half a second, he thought he was in the clear.
Then the Seeker leapt towards him, its eagle's beak opened to reveal the large jackal-like teeth.
Chris felt like time had slowed down. Or quickened up. Or both. He wasn't exactly sure. Whatever. All he saw the demon's eyes focused on his hand. Then empty space. What he felt, though, was something quite different. A sharp, icy pain exploded in his left wrist, and he resisted the urge to cry out.
For all of a millisecond.
"Oh, crap," he yelled at the top of his lungs. Not because he had to. Because he wanted to. He'd been silent for five minutes, for Christ's sake. It just wasn't him. He looked down, and maybe it was his imagination, but the pain seemed to increase ten-fold when he actually saw the dagger-like, serrated teeth digging into his flesh.
Y'know, maybe there is something to the "If someone doesn't see it, they don't feel it so much" idea, he thought idly, before grabbing the Seeker by the scruff of the neck with his other hand and slamming its head into the kitchen counter.
"Let. Me. Go," he said pseudo-calmly, punctuating each word by smashing the demon's head into the corner of the counter. The Seeker gave a furious growl and dug its teeth even deeper into his wrist. Chris heard - and felt - the ugly mutt's teeth scrape against the bone of his fore-arm.
He gasped silently, then murmured, "Ow-w-w-w."
Glancing down at his arm, he saw…nothing. Except a slick of red blood that he may or may not have called his arm at one stage before this hell-spawn demon decided to use it as a bloody - no pun intended - chew-toy.
Jesus-Christ-all-mighty-if-only-I-had-the-vanquishing-potion-I'd-make-this-demon-wish-he'd-never-been-born, he thought murderously as he spun around and smashed its head into the island counter.
And then…it clicked.
"Oh my God, I am such a bloody idiot," he growled to himself, rolling his eyes. Ignoring the pain, he managed to open the hand inside the Seekers mouth and smash the vial open on the wall of its mouth, releasing the potion down its gullet.
The effect - to say the least - was rather spectacular.
The Seeker's body glowed, then started to fizz all over, then - with a dull whump - it imploded. Its body turned to flames, to charcoal, to a fine ash, before finally turning to smoke and dissipating.
Chris slumped back against the wall, his right hand holding his left arm, just below his wrist. He glanced down at his wrist and groaned...then frowned. He poked gingerly at the black bump protruding from his wrist. Bit of a mistake, it seemed, to do, because it hurt. His vision went for a moment before returning in sharper focus.
He squinted at the black mass, then gingerly grabbed it with his index finger and thumb and began working it out his wrist. He, quite literally, saw stars, and his brain began sending him frantic signals, telling him that he was in pain.
"I know," he muttered under his breath, the stopped for a second. "Oh my God, I'm talking to myself," he realised, then rolled his eyes. "I definitely need therapy." He again began working the piece of demonic paraphernalia out of him. After half a minute, the object was half way out. Chris grabbed it tightly, gritted his teeth, and yanked.
He hissed. It seemed that the pain of having it in his arm was surpassed only by the pain of it coming out of his arm. He closed his eyes for a brief second, then opened them to look at his catch.
It was a tooth. A black, razor-sharp, jackal-like tooth, about an inch and a half long. He stared at for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Uh-huh. Okay. I had a tooth imbedded in my arm. Okay. No big deal." He winced and examined his arm. "But blood gushing from my arm may be a bit of a deal." He glanced upwards.
"Uh…Dad?"