Hello everyone. It's been a while since I've written anything, and it's been ever longer since it has been for Charmed. I have no idea when this was written, I just found this in an old USB key. I've cleaned it up a bit, but I haven't watched Charmed for a long time so the timeline might be a little out of order. This is pretty short because I'm finishing this between study breaks - Wednesday, two weeks - but it isn't a very long story anyway. I'm not going to lie, this is really just me hurting Chris and making Leo look after him. I am very fond of those stories.

Hopefully this is mistake free, but it is at least two years old and I can't fix all of them.

Disclaimer: No ownership, sadly

Chris groaned, orbing into his room in P3. He pressed a hand to the shallow wound on his arm. A demon had gotten in a lucky shot.

"What sort of demon carries a bow and arrows?" He muttered, bitterly.

He shouldn't have been caught like he had.

If he had still been in his own time something like that would have gotten him killed. It could have still gotten him killed.

Chris missed his family and friends – even if their friendships were strained – more than anything. If he been at home, with them, he would likely have had to sit through an hour long lecture about how 'that could have been a dark lighter,' and 'do you have death wish, Chris?'

At least he would have had someone watching his back. He would have had someone to heal him or help him clean himself up.

Chris would have even accepted Leo's help right then – either Leo. He was just so tired. He was tired of being hated. He was tired of lying. He was tired of killing demons. But people were counting on him. Mel, Parker, PJ, Henry Jr., Daryl Jr., they were all counting on him. Even Cole was counting on him, and he had been the most against it.

Chris was too tired to try and avoid thinking about all the people who he used to be able to add to that list but he couldn't any more. Bianca. Mikey. Uncle Coop.

He sighed. Chris was too tired to be awake. It was in that strange time where it was both too early, and too late.

He just wanted to stop his arm bleeding, sleep, and then sneak back into the Halliwell house and steal some of their first aid supplies. They hardly ever used them, they didn't know that this was something he did incredibly often.

Chris groaned as he pulled off his demon bloodstained jacket, the motion pulling at his aching muscles. With his jacket off, he was able to peer his injury. He was glad that it seemed to be bleeding a lot less.

He wasn't likely to die of blood loss in the night.

With many more sighs, yawns and groans, Chris hunted down a clean bandage and tied it around his arm.

He gratefully sank into the lumpy cushions of the couch that he had claimed as his bed. He dragged the blanket that Phoebe had given to him – it was entirely out of pity, but Chris was grateful for the kindness.

The thought that maybe he should have cleaned his arm before bandaging it never crossed his mind.

"Leo."

"Sandra." Leo greeted, smiling at the Elder who had greeted him. His smile quickly faded at her worried expression. "What's wrong?"

Sandra frowned. "There has been a great upheaval in the underworld. Someone has been killing countless demons."

"That's good, right?" Leo answered, confused.

"Yes, but," Sandra sighed, "we have traced this disturbance but to the Charmed Ones' white lighter, Chris Perry."

Leo frowned. Normally he would enjoy any attempt to discredit Chris but, "that's his job, isn't it? To kill demons. He is trying to keep my son safe." He reminded her.

Leo may have many problems with Chris but he knew he was incredibly serious about saving Wyatt. He just wasn't very good about being nice about it.

"Yes, it is his job. I have nothing but good things to say about his dedication to his charges, your son included, it's his dedication to himself that I'm worried about."

"What?" Leo replied. "What dedication to himself?"

Sandra sighed. "That's just it, Leo. He pushes himself very hard. Many white lighters have come with worries from their charges and themselves about Chris. He doesn't seem to socialise with others, and he doesn't always get on with his charges." She sighed again. "He goes up against several demons, alone. It has reached me that a witch has had a vision about this being his downfall."

"You're saying that Chris will get hurt if he doesn't stop going out alone?" Leo answered. Chris was a very competent fighter. Leo doubted Chris had ever gotten seriously injured in a fight. He was an adult, and Leo wasn't his father. He couldn't stop the witch lighter from going to the underworld. He didn't really want to either.

Leo had problems with Chris, but he was good at what he did. Chris enjoyed what he did. They were finally at a place of, if not friendship, peace. He didn't want to damage that by coming down on Chris' head, saying that he couldn't do his job.

"Leo, I'm saying that Chris has already been hurt." Sandra said, cutting through his thoughts. "It's only a matter of whether it will kill him, this time."

Leo frowned. This time?

Short, like I said. There will be some more comfort, and physical hurt, in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway. I am half way through checking the next chapter but if it's isn't out quick enough then I wish all you lucky people, who are allowed to finish out the school year without immediately having to do exams, a wonderful summer. Or a summer of rain, because I'm bitter.

Also, I'm sorry about the crappy title but I couldn't think of anything else. I wonder if anyone can figure out what will happen to Chris in the next chapter.