What the future holds...

A/N: Sorry was late as I was busy wexamexams but I’m free now. I hope to update more frequently.

"So what exactly happened between you and Bruce, tell me every detail." Phoebe handed Paige a cup of tea, her eyes filled with worry. "He didn’t try to hurt you or anything, did he?"

Paige sighed, accepting the cup of tea gratefully. "No, he didn’t. We were in the restaurant, having a glass of wine when all of a sudden, he started talking about potions."

"Witches’ potions?" Phoebe asked, raising her eyebrow.

"No, Potion…you know, the perfume I’ve been using lately?" Paige rolled her eyes. "Anyway, he told me that he was the owner of that brand…and the creepiest thing was he said only witches use this perfume. And he knew that I was a witch…I didn’t stay to have dinner with him after that; I just got out of the restaurant and orbed back home." She rubbed her forehead, sipping the tea.

Piper stood at the door of the kitchen, her arms folded, frowning. "Uh-oh," she shook her head. "This is not good. This Bruce guy actually sounds dangerous – what should we do about this? It’s never good to have strangers know who you are."

"What do you think we should do?" Phoebe started pacing the floor.

Paige said impatiently, "I don’t know but I’m calling Chris. Chris! Chris!"

As expected, Chris orbed into the Halliwell kitchen, dressed in his usual baggy but tasteful clothes. What was unexpected was him bumping into Piper, knocking her onto the floor…with himself lying on top of her.

They found themselves looking into each other’s eyes, shocked and embarrassed. At this Phoebe hid a smile. These two were soon going to start falling for each other. Not literally, though.

Chris quickly got up and helped Piper to her feet. Both of them were blushing. "Um, sorry, I don’t know how that happened," he said quietly.

"Accidents can happen," she said nonchalantly, a little too nonchalantly, not daring to meet his eyes.

At this moment, Paige chose to clear her throat. "Ahem, ahem," she said and everyone looked at her. "We have a stalker problem here."

"Stalker problem?" Chris approached her, frowning. "What kind?"

After they told him the whole story, he nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm…it sounds like something from the future. I’ll check with the Elders and see what they know, and even try to find out more about this Bruce guy."

"Yeah, you do that," encouraged Phoebe and Paige sighed in relief. Chris turned to look at Piper, who had not said anything in the last few minutes. Was it his imagination or was she blushing again?

He took a deep breath and orbed out of the room. Piper sighed in disappointment. She was beginning to miss him already. Her sisters heard her sigh and they looked at her questioningly. Her eyes widened. "What?" she asked defensively.