Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

I was thinking really long about whether I want to post this scene or not. But I thought, it wasn't so bad and I found at least one person who liked the idea of Chris and Mist being together ;-)

Okay, so here is the 'warning' this is a Mist- involving part, so don't give me flames.

As I'm still thinking/planing about a sequal, I only want you to know, that this scene has no influence on that and it doesn't mean that Chris and Mist are now a couple or something. They are still broken up like I wrote in the story earlier.

This takes place, when Chris is in hosptial after the hostage situation. Second or third day.

I hope, no one is confused. Enjoy. And once again, thanks to everyone who has reviewed on this story.

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Phoebe's youngest daughter, Patricia, was reading a fashion magazine, as suddenly a vortex appeared in the middle of the living room. The teen cried after her mother.

Phoebe was in the kitchen putting away the groceries, she had bought. As she heard her daughter yelling for her, she rushed into the living room.

"Patty, what's wrong?" Phoebe expected a demon standing before her, but her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the intruder. "You?"

"I'm so sorry, I scared her," Mist said. She was dressed as always in her warrior outfit but her eyes didn't show the usual strengh and stubborness, but sorrow.

"Oh, no, that's okay. Prue, this is Mist, a Valkyrie."

Patty took a step forward. "Cool," she exclaimed. "We learnt about you in school."

"Thank you, I guess." Mist looked unsure. As a Valkyrie she didn't know too much about the human world. Chris told her once about school, but he had called it college. This was a place were people learn everything: reading, writing, calculating. Why should they learn about Valkyries?

"I was told that something is wrong with Chris. What's with him?" she asked. Finally, coming to the main topic. Since she had begun to meet with a witch as powerful as Chris, she had searched for magical informants, so she always knew if something would happen to Chris. As she never had intended to contact the Halliwell family, this was the only way.

"Oh, yes, you don't know, yet," Phoebe replied. "Come sit down."

Mist took the offered seat. "Tell me, please."

"It's nothing bad. Well, not too bad. Chris was shot."

Mist frowned. "Shot?"

"Yes, with a gun," Phoebe explained. "We we're in a hostage situation. Me and Chris and, later, Wyatt."

"Hostage?"

"They were held by bank rubbers," Prue interrupted.

"He is hurt?" Mist asked. That was really all that mattered. Mist didn't know about banks and hostage situations anyway.

"Yes. No, he's better now. But he was pretty hurt. He's still in hospital."

"If he's hurt, why didn't his brother heal him?"

"That would have risked exposing magic."

"I understand. I was worried, because I couldn't find him and there were rumours." Phoebe smiled caringly.

"I want to see him," Mist said determindly and stood up. "How can I get there?"

Phoebe stood up, too. "I'll drive you there. But first, I get you something else to wear."

Mist really enjoyed her first ride in a car. But she didn't liked the hospital at all. Everything was grey and people were crying. There were lots of men and women in white robes with serious looks on their face. Mist didn't liked, it that Chris had to stay here.

Phoebe led her up the stairs. She saw Piper and Leo sitting on the hard plastic chairs in the hallway.

"Oh, Piper's here," Phoebe muttered.

"I don't care. I want to see Chris," Mist said stubbornly.

"Okay, okay." Phoebe raised her hands protectivly. The two women went along.

"Hi," Phoebe greeted her sister and brother-in-law happily.

Piper looked up. "Phoebe?"

"Yes, how's Chris?" the younger woman asked.

"Where is he?" Mist demanded. She was wearing black trousers and a green blouse and black half-boots. Piper eyed her angrily.

"Phoebe, why did you bring her?"

Mist looked around. Wyatt left one of the rooms. She was sure, that Chris was in this room. She ignored Piper and hurried over to the male witch.

Wyatt spottet her and smiled friendly. "Hey, Chris is in there. He'll be glad to see you."

Mist smiled also. "Thank you." She opened the door quietly. Chris wasn't facing the door. The room was only dimly lighted. It smelled after disinfectant. She wondered, if Chris was asleep, but this question was answered by Chris himself. "Did you forget something, Wy?"

"No," the girl answered.

Chris turned around. "Mist?" He looked her from tip to toe. "What are you wearing?" He couldn't help but laugh. Chris had never seen Mist wearing something else then her leather clothes (or one of his shirts).

"You are laughing at me? In the situation you are in, you shouldn't be laughing."

Chris stopped but was still grinning. "I'm sorry."

Mist smiled warmly. "Do you like it? It's from your Aunt Phoebe."

"It's beautiful. You are beautiful. "

"Thank you. I was worried." She came over sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I should have sent someone to you. I'm sorry. I'm also sorry for how we parted. But I still think tht it was for the best." The young witch didn't want to raise any hopes or whatever.

Mist nodded. "Me too. But I can still worry about you, can't I. You can't tell me not to care anymore. Are you in pain?"

Chris shook his head. "No, not much. I'll live. I'm glad, you care. Not many people do."

"I brought you something form Valhalla." She waved her hand and a bottle of red juice appeared on the tiny table. "It will make you feel stronger."

Chris grinned. "Thank you. I hope it tastes better than the shit they give me here."

Mist sighted. "Don't be a smart ass, while everyone is worried sick about you."

"I thought about everything again. I can now see, that you were right. We are from total different worlds. There's no chance, right?" She looked at him with hope in her eyes. But Chris didn't answer. "But still, I want to love, I want to live for something else than fighting, I want a family."

"I took a look into the future," Chris said.

"And what did you see?"

Chris shook his head. "My future. Nothing more."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes, I did. But sometimes what we like is not what we get. You already have a destiny. I'm not the one taking it away from you."

"But what if I want to change it."

Chris sighed. "Okay. Give me your hand," he demanded.

Mist frowned. "Why?"

"Just do it." She held out her hand. "We make a deal. You can try it out. To live as a mortal, you know. If you are serious. You try to become the best person, you can. One year. And then we meet again. And then you decide."

"One year? That's an eternity."

"No, it isn't. Time is your worst enemy as a mortal. But for important decisions, you have to take your time as long as you need."

Mist hesitated. "How do you know, we'll find us again?"

"We will. Trust me."

She nodded. "What are you doing in this time?"

"I'll do the same. Becoming the best person, I can probably be."