Title: Something Wicked
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Who is Chris Perry? Why he's Paige's fiancé from the future of course!
Disclaimer: Okay, before you start crazily clicking on the review button lets get something clear; I do realize that in the show Chris is Paige's nephew. But look, Rose McGowan and Drew Fuller aren't related, right? Right. So therefore he could have easily played her love interest. Don't touch that review button unless you get my point.
The Future
Paige shifted in her chair and laughed contentedly as she took in the conversation around her.
"Oh, Chris," she interrupted, placing a hand on her fiancés arm, "I highly doubt you would win in an 'Orb Off' against Leo, and don't look at me - I'm having no part in this." She said holding up a hand.
Chris had to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, as Piper patted her husbands hand, assuring him he'd had much more experience in the orbing department.
Chris looked over at Paige, ready to raise his hands in mock surrender… but her smile had disappeared and she was looking down at her chest. Chris felt cold dread twisting his insides as he followed her gaze. Oh god. She was bleeding. How? He stood up so fast his chair fell over as he raced to her side. Her formerly white singlet top was turning a bright shade of red. He quickly lowered her to the floor. Her face was completely calm. He figured that she must be going into shock.
"What happened? Is… is Piper okay? Phoebe? Where is she?" Paige whispered painfully.
Chris ignored her, "Leo!" he shouted, holding a hand against Paige's wound to still the bleeding.
"Paige, I think you've been hit with an energy ball." He told her shakily, "I'm going to have to get Leo to heal you, okay?"
Paige didn't say anything as he scrambled to his feet. He looked around desperately at the now vacant dinner table. He rushed to the other side to find Leo on the ground and Piper and Phoebe kneeling over him. Piper had a hand pressed against her mouth like she was trying not to cry. Phoebe's eyes were so wide all Chris could see was white's all around, and her gaze was fixed on something behind Piper.
He turned slowly, reluctantly to follow her stare and saw… Wyatt? An energy ball glowing in his tiny hand.
Chris moved as silently as possible, as not to draw attention, back to Paige.
"Paige," He whispered, "I'm back, look Leo can't heal you right now… but I can try. No, I will. I will heal you. I've done it once before, right?"
Paige's dark hazel eyes were fixed to the ceiling, her stare almost glassy. She didn't respond.
"Paige?" he whispered, slightly hysterical. The truth and horror of what had happened slowly dawned on him.
"I'll kill that little…" he started savagely. "No, no I've got to be smart about this." Chris amended, shaking his head to dispel such thoughts.
He touched Paige's hair, "I love you. I'm doing this for you, remember that."
He stood, and with a devil may care attitude, Chris raced as fast as he could to the stairs. He concentrated on not tripping over or making any unnecessary noise. The attic stood dark and quiet, he didn't flip on a light as he made his way to the Book of Shadows. He quickly flicked through it, finding the spell he needed in record time. Or maybe with a little help from a certain someone in the deceased Halliwell line?
He read aloud quickly, only pausing to ponder which time frame to specify.
A glowing green portal slowly started to form on the attic wall. He snatched up a few potions from the nearby shelf and prepared to step through. Was that the pitter-patter of tiny murderous feet on the stairs?
He closed his eyes and stepped through, an odd breeze ruffling his clothes and hair.
Present Time
Paige Matthews let out a little squeal and disappeared into a cluster of sparkling lights. She reappeared just as a dark lighter arrow thwacked into the wall behind her.
"Phoebe! Throw the damn potion!" She yelled, ducking as the bow holding another deadly arrow swung into her direction.
"I'm all out!" Phoebe's panicked voice reply.
"Well that's just fabulous." Paige huffed, "Book!" she called, orbing the heavy Book of Shadows across the room, and against the side of the attacking demons face.
"Paige!" Phoebe yelled scandalously, "You threw our book! Our centuries old handed-down-to-each-generation book! Grams is going to be so mad!"
"Well," Paige replied breathlessly, "maybe she can yell at me herself when I'm dead in five seconds!"
All of a sudden a glowing emerald portal appeared on the attic wall. Books and papers started to blow around the room as Paige tried to vain to push her copper coloured hair out of her eyes.
Paige heard the sound of a potion vial breaking, and the dark lighter screaming as he was vanquished. Then a heavy object thumped her on the back of the head and she knew no more.
Paige awakened feeling like she'd been hit in the head with a truck, and to a blinding headache.
"What happened?" She mumbled, opening her eyes and, with difficultly, focusing on the space in front of her.
"Sweetie," Phoebe's voice replied, a touch too loud, "I told you not to throw that book."
Paige blinked, looking around. She was lying on the couch downstairs. Phoebe was standing above her holding an icepack, with some dark-haired guy she'd never seen before.
It figured. She gets knocked out, and Phoebe finds a date in the space of ten minutes.
"The demon?" Paige inquired, wincing as she sat up.
Phoebe seemed to suddenly remember she was holding the ice pack, and quickly handed it to her sister.
"Actually, you have our mystery guest to thank for that. He vanished him. Happened to have a potion in his pocket." Phoebe replied apprehensively.
Paige frowned, so Phoebe didn't know who he was either?
"He's from the future." Phoebe rushed on.
The guy nodded, "Yeah, but only five years or so."
Paige blinked rapidly; this was not helping her headache.
"Chris Perry." He explained quickly, perhaps noticing the strain on Paige's face.
"That's great." Paige replied unenthusiastically, settling backwards, "Have a nice trip to the future, thanks for the vanquishing."
The guy, Chris, regarded her with an odd expression, "Actually," he replied, "I plan on staying a while."
Okay, seriously, no "OMIGOD BUT THAT'S EW!" reviews. They make me sad, and a touch homicidal.