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Gremlin is starving! I sped through some of the episodes, okay a lot but the just wasn’t as many opportunities for the slash that you all seem to want. SO I touch on three Blonds and what happened before Leo found Chris coming out of the time portal. I mean it could have taken him back to his time and he just didn’t like what he found there.

Chapter 9

Journal Date : Today/Past
It’s not like the date really matters. I’m going to be burning this right after I write it but writing always helps. It helps when you feel empty.

Chris put the pen down again. It had taken him over four months to get enough courage to write anything down where it could even remotely be read by anyone now or later. Shaking his head and the ghosts that lingered there he began again.

Well what has happen since then? Oh only Leo escaping from Valhalla and trying to beat me to a bloody pulp. And oh yah some stupid dragon that caused the fucken Cleaners to come out and play. The Cleaners, he’s what not even two and he’s already has the cleaners after him.

Chris huffed. It wasn’t like he was jealous. Well okay he was jealous. His brother always had more power. He was always what it was about but well, Chris smiled to himself, he had never been erased from existence.

Okay so keep writing and get it all out. Got the time so what to write about? Mom, I can write about her. She’s doing good now that Leo’s spell is off her. She can feel her own feelings and I can feel that she doesn’t trust me. Hell she hates me. I never though she would, I never though she would be so disappointed in me.

She thinks I’m a demon or something. She could be right. I don’t know half the time. She’s calling me I can hear her so I better go. I was telling them they needed to kill more demons. Where could this stupid one be? Could it be more then one that turns Wyatt?

Chris closed the book and hid it under the couch seat. A pretty obvious spot but hey it wasn’t like anyone care. No one did but…

No, no thinking like that or he wins. Chris hadn’t slept much for the past few months. He hated sleeping alone and on the tiny uncomfortable couch with its cheap itchy sheets. He wanted his king-size bed and his cuddly bedmate, either one was appealing right now. Piper calagaiagain and he orbbed to her.

Does no one listen? “Piper you can’t go fighting demons in heels. Go change.”

Okay now they’re smiling like pod people. “What’s the hurry angel?” Chris couldn’t feel more awkward then with one of his aunts hitting on him. This was not done. Even where he was from this was not done.

“Did you just call me angel?” Chris barely heard Piper’s explanation and only responded when he was supposed to because Aunt Paige’s hands were not supposed to be there! He swatted them away along with aunt Phoebe’s hands. He orbbed out without much more then an order to go check the astral plane.

With his body was in the back of P3 looking asleep. He had projected himself here and was trying to be reasonable. His contacts here didn’t have a shred of evidence for him. Not even a scarp of what could-of’s. Chris shook his head and rejoined with his body. He was going to kill them for leading him on a wild chase and causing him to lose time in finding who turns Wyatt.

Chris materialized in a chair and glared at his blond mother. He wondered where his dark hair came from. Maybe Leo wasn’t related to him. Chris hoped maybe mommy played with some other white lighter and that’s why he never liked me. “I’m on to you three.” Yup, guilty! Chris didn’t even need his powers to figure that one out. The look on their faces was enough.

Chris listened and talked for a few more minutes before obbing. H. He needed a beer. And the best place to get a drink was a demon bar. Chris changed and shimmered to the underworld. Walking in the bar he noticed a few dark lighters and some other demons that were mostly run of the mill type. He sat down and ordered his drink. If he weren’t half magical it would have killed him in the first sip. Most demons left him alone after seeing him drink it and a few just hit on him. Today though he only wanted to be drunk and fucked. He missed the warm inviting body that was always willing to have him. Glancing around the bar he saw no one that he wanted. They were either too thin or not human enough for him to even pretend.

There was some lust demon with a feather boa dancing. He kept going towards some other demons trying to annoy them for fun and was repaid with a blast that sent it scurrying under a table. Chris chuckled when he saw one of the occupants at that table start to have trouble talking and sitting still. Lust demons only wanted one thing. Chris paid for another drink and felt something swipe this change. It ran around the bar once more annoying the other demons and came to rest back in front of Chris with his change tightly in it’s clawed hands. Chris looked up at the bar tender. “If you can get the cash it’s your tip.” The bartender chuckled. Gremlins usually didn’t stay here long. They didn’t like being in places where people c see see them.

Just then the gremlin did something totally un-gremlin like to Chris’ lack of interest. It dropped the change and tried to talk with him. The bar tender watched with a slacked jaw as the gremlin spoke in its own tongue to Chris and Chris replied in a fey language that it would understand and he could speak. Standing he looked at the bar tender and smiled. “What?”

“You understand those little runts?”

“It always helps to have a few contacts.” Chris got ready to shimmer back to his hid out near P3 and change.

“Hey later stop back here. I could use a translator to talk with a brute demon who wants a job bouncing. He sounds less intelligent then those blue freaks you were talking with.”

Chris just shook his head as the two blue freaks attacked the bartender. Gremlins didn’t take well to being insulted and sharp claws tore flesh fast.

After changing he orbed home. Well not home, but the Manor. He orbed in front of Piper and his aunts and for a moment could almost feel two Pipers. It was weird. Like when he thought about his hair or eyes. Neither could come from either parent. Leo was blond too. It just didn’t make sense.

“Chris look they’re imposters.” Who the hell was this bimbo in his aunt’s dress? He knew that dress. It belonged to Phoebe and she loved it. Chris looked back over at his aunt. Her red dress just didn’t look right on her. Like it was from someone else’s closet.

“Who are you?”

“There the ones that killed that poor defenseless man across the street.” Piper was really starting to sound over dtic tic today.

“Liar! Chris, this morning you said that someone was after the book and I shrugged you off like always.” Okay that one was sounding like his mom and she did have hair like he did.

Chris heard Phoebe say something to Piper and he stepped in-between. “How do you know what I said to Piper?” He almost said mom there. He wanted to say mom. He wd tod to end this confusion.

“This is insane. Everyone knows that the Charmed Ones are blond.”

“If you are Piper show me your powers.” Piper looked smug. She usually doesn’t look that smug.

“I can’t. You stole them.” Chris wasn’t listening to any of them. He knew this woman. He just didn’t know where. He wondered if he walked up and hugged her would it feel like hugging his mother. If another spell was on his mind he’d kill his brother, baby or not.

“I can orb!” The middle one spoke and snapped Chris out of his trance. He watched as she tried and failed to even flicker.

“Blast ‘em.” He didn’t want to deal with warlocks right now. Piper smiled coldly and blasted.

She missed the witch entirely and hit a plant. “Chris when have you ever known Piper to miss?”

Never. Chris knew his mother never missed at this range. “Everyone can have a bad day.” His mother never rationalized missing like that either. She blasted again and the three taunted her some more. Chris knew his mother wouldn’t take the bait but watched with his own eyes when she did.

The three ran for the attic and he watched the ‘Charmed Ones’ follow. This was not a good day. A plan quickly formed but not one he liked. Even if she was an imposter he didn’t want to kiss her.

He waited till he felt the freezing hit the room and orbed in. He saw the three imposters and smiled. “You did it babe. Nice job.e ree reached out to Phoebe and pulled her in for a kiss. The type that Wyatt loved while he was waking up. The type that promised a really, really good lay.

“Not fair!” Chris looked over at Paige. She was throwing some tantrum. “You get the bartender.” She turned to her other sister. “You get the diamonds. You both get the powers.” Bingo! “He is mine!”

Chris watched, Phoebe was unable to block out her sister’s emotional attack. She turned to her younger sibling. “Chris just knows where the goods are.”

“Did you sleep with him?”

“Yes”

“No”

Piper was going to rip Phoebe’s head off. Chris stepped back to watch the fire works. They were arguing about this and that and “My little empath feel everything” didn’t help the fight at all. He watched as it finally broke down to violence and the powers were broken. The three who were frozen were freed and knocked out the witches posing as his family.

Chris went over to the book and picked it up flipping to the right page. He really wanted to see the three of them for who they were because he really didn’t want to remember kissing his aunt Phoebe.
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Chris lookack ack down at his journal. Today he found a time portal. If he could figure a way to control it he could go home and see if his brother was all right. He could see if Mike was still alive and everyone one was happy. Okay he was dreaming but he wanted it. God he wanted to see his brother alive and happy. He stepped through the portal.

The ally way was dark and deserted. But still an ally way so some time around where he’d been aiming. He looked up just in time for a probe to scan his face and transmit. A moment later his bodyguards were surrounding him and shimmering him home. Okay nothing changed but maybe it would be okay. When he saw Wyatt’s scowl Chris knew he wasn’t okay.

Piper was cleaning in the club. Paige was driving her nuts with this power of One trip and she hoped her sister wasn’t getting over her head. She had just got here and couldn’t find a thing to do. All the dishes were done. Every last glass. Spotless. Piper scanned the floors to see if they needed sweeping. Nope, a definite no there. The back office. Chris’ room probably had dirty clothes in it. Piper smiled. At least she could do those. The neurotic one wouldn’t mind that. She knocked softly to see if he was home. When no one answered she opened the door to find another immaculate room. His sheets were neatly folded in the basket she gave him for his laundry along with all of his clothes.

Piper had to give the boy credit he was trying his best on to piss her off lately. He seemed nice this morning when she’d talked with him. A little tired but not too much bad. After she got a coffee in him she discovered why. He had a hang over. Piper had nearly fallen out of her chair laughing at him. Their perfect, well not perfect, but supposed angelic guide had gotten wasted last night and woke up in a stranger’s bed. He had blushed when she asked if he’d gotten lucky and answered quietly he didn’t remember. He vowed not to drink that much for a year. Phoebe had found it even more amusing when she touched Chris and got a premonition off of him. She saw him lying on dark sheets with a built blond humping him. Chris had gone beat red and orbbed without another word. Piper owed Paige ten dollars.

She sat down on the couch glancing over some of the papers neatly spread out over the table in front of her. Star charts and demon names. A list. Ah something. Something that she could read and go over and maybe make a potion for now and when Chris brought the demon up she could say she vanquished it all ready and go about her day like she had planned. But as she read she realized it was an old list and the demons were gone ages ago. She put the list back down.

Shifting on the couch she felt something hard against her leg. Piper half stood up and pulled it out. Sitting back down she realize it was a journal. Piper smiled. This was Chris. She contemplated for a whole second it was wrong to read and opened it. If Chris caught her she could always say she thought it was a spell book. Her hopes of finding out anything about the boy were dashed as she came up with a few blank pages and what looked like a lot of torn out pages. Glancing around for the missing sheets she saw an urn and the ashes in it. Chris had burned everything he had written. Going over to the ashes she tried a spell to reform the pages and saw it work for one. She happily snatched it up and unfolded it. “Nice try Piper.”

Okay so the little brat knew them. Piper had already put in her theory about him that he did know them from his time. Maybe a friend of Wyatt’s. Sometimes she could imagine Wyatt with him. They goofing off and maybe acting like they were normal. Maybe Chris was alive right now and totally unaware of magic. Piper had tried a few times to scry for Chris but only came up with the white lighter. Piper looked back at the book sadly. Why was he so secretive? Who was he?

Chris was relaxing in Wyatt’s lap in the tub. The steaming water caused his tense muscles to uncurl and his entire body to wonder just why he time traveled in the first place. Chris took another small sip of his wine. He knew Wyatt was trying to get him drunk. They had eaten dinner in silence. Wyatt hadn’t said much after dismissing his guards. Chris could feel the tension built up and feared its release. So he drank what Wyatt gave him and didn’t argue when Wyatt suggest that he eat more because he looked too thin. Chris had looked too thin since their first fight over ten months ago.

Wyatt took a long drink from his own glass and set it back down. He seemed content in just lazily stroking Chris chest and enjoying the water and salts. Chris could almost fall asleep. Soothing calmness. The music in the background was a recording of him playing the piano. He could ear every note he mis-played. Wyatt would usually say it was perfect and listen to it for hours until he talked Chris into playing some more. Instead they were silent. Neither commenting nor even speaking. Not even how’s the weather passed either sets of lips.

Wyatt finally sifted and motioned for Chris to get up and out of the tub with him. Once Chris stepped out with Wyatt behind him he felt a large hand clamp around the back of his neck and force his head down under the water. He struggled at the intruder and tried to blast him away. The only one his blast would affect in this time was Wyatt. He struggled in the grip until he was finally pulled from the water. He was brought up to face a seething brother. “Are you going to listen to me or not?” When Chris didn’t answer he flamed them both into the alter room.

Chris hated to flame. It messed with every Elder sense he had and filled his empathicness with dark feelings. Still coughing up water Wyatt threw him to the floor and called out “Crystals, circle.” Chris sputtered out some more water and looked at his prison. The alter room was cold and he shivered with only his wet naked skin to protect him. Wyatt was flipping through the book and Chris didn’t like the way he was doing it.

“Wyatt, I’m sorry.” He had to stop him before he did something he knew his brother would regret. Wyatt stopped and looked down at his shivering brother. He watched for some sign that Chris apparently hadn’t given as Wyatt turned from him back to the book.

He heard Wyatt mumble to himself and go over to the potion ingredients. He mixed a few in a pot and poured some into a glass. He knelt in front of Chris. “Drink it.” Wyatt’s hand passed unharmed through the felid and pushed the cup into Chris’ hand. Chris looked down at the sickly green colored liquid and smelt it. It smelt like something you scraped off your shoe. Chris was not drinking it. “Drink it or else!” Chris tempted a look at his brother. Cold eyes watched him with out blinking as he drank down the concoction. He grimaced and placed the cup down. Wyatt picked it up and made sure it was all gone. Chris felt Wyatt briefly and then his empathicness flickered out. “Bound, until I can trust you again.” Wyatt stood and tkayed the crystals back into their box.

When Chris remained on the floor, stunned at the detachment his brother was showing towards him, until Wyatt reached down and picked up his brother. Pressing his body against the smaller one he smiled. Chris would learn his lesson and never betray him again. This time he wasn’t taking the same chances as before. He half carried half-walked his cherub out of the alter room and closed the door behind. The lock snapped shut and he brought Chris to their bed. He kissed the back of Chris’ neck. Right on top if where the spin of the throat met the back. On top of that small bone he bit hard, leaving his mark on the cherub. He licked the blood away and held onto the squirming kitten. Chris really wanted to run. But Wyatt would make him take his punishment and be good.

Wyatt tossed the kitten onto the bed and crawled after him. Chris was moving back in fear and Wyatt smiled at his prey. He re-caught the scared-e-cat easily and took both of his wrists in one hand. Raising them over Chris head he hit him between his shoulder blades. As hard as he could he let the next blow hit Chris mid back. Chris eyes closed at the pain. Wyatt trailed his hand lower to Chris ass and spanked it. He watched Chris keep his eyes closed to the smirking blond. Wyatt could taunt Chris easily now. He was standinck hck hard for Wyatt.

Wyatt moved his free hand to stroke Chris length. Form pain to pleasure, Chris tried to get free from Wyatt’s restraining hand. Wyatt stopped the strokes until Chris was still and started again. He wanted to show his kitten who was the master.

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