(Memories Consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again)
"You're not family."
Chris stared straight back into Leo's eyes and pretended that the words he has uttered meant nothing to him. He wished he could tell Leo just how wrong he was about who was family and who wasn't. Oh well...at least he managed to whip up a good cover story for his blocking potion. Leo and the sisters would never know his true identity. He uncapped the potion and quickly swallowed it.
(I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused)
He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering what that old man had said about side effects. After a moment or two he relaxed, nothing happening. He orbed into the P3 office, resisting the urge to corner Leo and demand why he was following him. Why couldn't everyone just leave him alone and let him do his job?
The instant he got there, sleep overcame him. He wasn't sure why...but falling back on the makeshift mattress felt so good. He didn't feel like struggling, he felt so at peace.
(I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Tonight)
He woke to the sounds of customers arriving at the club, beginning to dance to the band that Piper hired. He was gasping for breath and didn't understand why. It felt as if he had run for miles. The air just wouldn't come fast enough. His throat felt dry and he was sweating, and he couldn't orb to the manor when he tried. What was happening to him?
That damned potion. He hoped that it was only his vial that had the side effects. Unwillingly he stood, trembling, and took shaky steps to the office phone.
(Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again)
"Hello?" said Piper on the other end.
"Piper?" Chris' voice came out as a hoarse whisper; he wasn't even sure if she could hear him.
"This is she. Who may I ask is calling?"
"It's Chris," he managed to croak. "There's something wrong with me."
"What?"
Chris couldn't respond. He was shaking so hard that he dropped the phone and fell to his knees. The room seemed to spin...
"Chris? Chris, are you there? I'm coming over."
(I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused)
He remained on the floor for a good fifteen minutes, leaning against the wall and still gasping for breath. Eventually he had to close his eyes, he was so dizzy. He could hardly see straight, it was all a blur...
Somebody knocked at his door, calling his name. His heart leapt. Was it Piper? He hoped so. He was feeling weaker and weaker by the second.
He was dying.
The door swung open and the sisters ran in.
"Chris!" Piper cried, seeing him curled up on the floor. "What happened to you? Was it a demon?"
He shook his head.
"I can't get a reading off of him anymore," said Phoebe worriedly. "Chris, did you take that potion? Chris?"
Piper put a hand to his forehead. "Damn it, he's really burning up. Chris, can you hear us? What did you do?"
Chris' eyes glazed over and he stopped breathing for a moment. "I didn't mean to, mom, I didn't mean to lie."
(I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight)
"He's delusional!" Piper exclaimed. "Leo! LEO!"
Leo orbed down. "What's wrong, Piper? Why are we here?"
"It's Chris," Paige explained. "Leo, he's dying. He just called us, we have no idea what's going on...Not even Phoebe can use her empath power on him..."
"He used the potion," Leo gasped. He leaned down to heal but nothing happened. "The potion's magic; it's blocking me. He did this to himself—on accident, but self-inflicted, nonetheless. I told him not to..."
"I'm sorry, dad..."
"There he goes again!" exclaimed Piper. "What are we going to do? Leo, go to the elders—do something, before he dies!"
"Mom, please...listen to me..."
"You're okay, Chris," Phoebe soothed. "Just hold on, alright?"
"Wait," said Paige out of nowhere. "Chris—he's half-whitelighter, right? He...I know this sounds crazy, but he may not be delusional. He's never told us anything about his family. What if...he's Piper's and Leo's SON?"
(I'll paint it on the walls
Cuz I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends)
"No, no...he can't be my...son," Piper cried. "He just can't be!" She looked at Chris' pale face, surveying him. Oddly enough, he did look a bit like Leo...and his eyes...frightened as they were, his eyes were the same shape as hers...
"Chris...are you my son?"
"I'm sorry Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe. I'm sorry Mom. I'll find another way to fix the future, I know...I...I can't..." He stopped breathing again, but this time he didn't come back to life.
"LEO!" Piper shrieked.
(I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight)
Leo orbed down. "They gave me the power to heal him, I just have to—"
"Too late," Piper sobbed. "Our son is dead."
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again)
"You're not family."
Chris stared straight back into Leo's eyes and pretended that the words he has uttered meant nothing to him. He wished he could tell Leo just how wrong he was about who was family and who wasn't. Oh well...at least he managed to whip up a good cover story for his blocking potion. Leo and the sisters would never know his true identity. He uncapped the potion and quickly swallowed it.
(I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused)
He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering what that old man had said about side effects. After a moment or two he relaxed, nothing happening. He orbed into the P3 office, resisting the urge to corner Leo and demand why he was following him. Why couldn't everyone just leave him alone and let him do his job?
The instant he got there, sleep overcame him. He wasn't sure why...but falling back on the makeshift mattress felt so good. He didn't feel like struggling, he felt so at peace.
(I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Tonight)
He woke to the sounds of customers arriving at the club, beginning to dance to the band that Piper hired. He was gasping for breath and didn't understand why. It felt as if he had run for miles. The air just wouldn't come fast enough. His throat felt dry and he was sweating, and he couldn't orb to the manor when he tried. What was happening to him?
That damned potion. He hoped that it was only his vial that had the side effects. Unwillingly he stood, trembling, and took shaky steps to the office phone.
(Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again)
"Hello?" said Piper on the other end.
"Piper?" Chris' voice came out as a hoarse whisper; he wasn't even sure if she could hear him.
"This is she. Who may I ask is calling?"
"It's Chris," he managed to croak. "There's something wrong with me."
"What?"
Chris couldn't respond. He was shaking so hard that he dropped the phone and fell to his knees. The room seemed to spin...
"Chris? Chris, are you there? I'm coming over."
(I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused)
He remained on the floor for a good fifteen minutes, leaning against the wall and still gasping for breath. Eventually he had to close his eyes, he was so dizzy. He could hardly see straight, it was all a blur...
Somebody knocked at his door, calling his name. His heart leapt. Was it Piper? He hoped so. He was feeling weaker and weaker by the second.
He was dying.
The door swung open and the sisters ran in.
"Chris!" Piper cried, seeing him curled up on the floor. "What happened to you? Was it a demon?"
He shook his head.
"I can't get a reading off of him anymore," said Phoebe worriedly. "Chris, did you take that potion? Chris?"
Piper put a hand to his forehead. "Damn it, he's really burning up. Chris, can you hear us? What did you do?"
Chris' eyes glazed over and he stopped breathing for a moment. "I didn't mean to, mom, I didn't mean to lie."
(I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight)
"He's delusional!" Piper exclaimed. "Leo! LEO!"
Leo orbed down. "What's wrong, Piper? Why are we here?"
"It's Chris," Paige explained. "Leo, he's dying. He just called us, we have no idea what's going on...Not even Phoebe can use her empath power on him..."
"He used the potion," Leo gasped. He leaned down to heal but nothing happened. "The potion's magic; it's blocking me. He did this to himself—on accident, but self-inflicted, nonetheless. I told him not to..."
"I'm sorry, dad..."
"There he goes again!" exclaimed Piper. "What are we going to do? Leo, go to the elders—do something, before he dies!"
"Mom, please...listen to me..."
"You're okay, Chris," Phoebe soothed. "Just hold on, alright?"
"Wait," said Paige out of nowhere. "Chris—he's half-whitelighter, right? He...I know this sounds crazy, but he may not be delusional. He's never told us anything about his family. What if...he's Piper's and Leo's SON?"
(I'll paint it on the walls
Cuz I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends)
"No, no...he can't be my...son," Piper cried. "He just can't be!" She looked at Chris' pale face, surveying him. Oddly enough, he did look a bit like Leo...and his eyes...frightened as they were, his eyes were the same shape as hers...
"Chris...are you my son?"
"I'm sorry Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe. I'm sorry Mom. I'll find another way to fix the future, I know...I...I can't..." He stopped breathing again, but this time he didn't come back to life.
"LEO!" Piper shrieked.
(I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight)
Leo orbed down. "They gave me the power to heal him, I just have to—"
"Too late," Piper sobbed. "Our son is dead."