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The Longest Week
by Charlotte Fuller
Rating: PG13, T – for possible swearing, violence... you know the drill.
Summary: A new girl comes to town, and stirs up quite a lot of trouble amongst Chris and his friends. While everyone is trying to sort out their feelings and thoughts, some magical issues add a little difficulty to the mix.
Author’s Note: It’s another Chris/Wyatt fic! A teen fic, this one. Focuses on the lives of a sixteen year old Chris and his friends, and Wyatt. A couple of new characters are introduced: important are Natalie and Logan, both witches – but you’ll read all about them.
This fan fiction is the first in the ‘Spellbound’ series, which takes places in this universe – I like the world of teenage Chris/Wyatt and Logan, Natalie and the others a lot, so plan to write more fics in the future that’ll take place in this universe.
Just to avoid any confusion: Piper is alive; Wyatt has no tendency to turn evil; Wyatt and Chris don’t have a little sister – or any cousins that showed up in the series finale Forever Charmed.
Enjoy.
The Longest Week
Day One
Christopher Halliwell sighed irritated when the pencil, with which he had been restlessly and rapidly tapping on his trig schoolbook (which was at completely the wrong page for he hadn’t paid any attention to the drawling of the teacher for the last twenty minutes), fell out of his hand and onto the floor.
Rolling his eyes, the young witch-whitelighter slammed his left hand on the table surface a little too loudly and bowed down to his right to try and grab the pencil from the floor. Unfortunately, he stated it had rolled too far away from his table for him to possibly be able to grab it, without rising up from his chair. And drawing even more attention to himself by standing up and getting into another useless discussion with his teacher on how the youth these days didn’t have any respect for their teachers or lessons, etcetera, etcetera... well, that was the last thing he wanted.
Chris quickly glanced around the class to see if anyone noticed him, and fortunately, all of his fellow students were either staring at their books or out of the window with an empty glance in their eyes, randomly doodling in their notebooks or imitating their prehistoric trig teacher; something of which the students apparently never got bored.
When the young witch stated no one had eyes for him, he sat up a little straighter, and as casually and unnoticeable as possible he wiggled his fingers and telekinetically flew the tool a few feet through the air before catching it firmly in his opened hand.
Chris casually cleared his throat and sat up straight, smiling somewhat satisfied to see the teacher was still staring at the blackboard and hadn’t stopped his continuous drawling, and that in fact no one had even noticed him bowing down, let alone use his magic.
Well, almost no one.
“You witch...”
Chris almost jumped a foot in the air upon hearing the whisper behind him. Within a second he realized who the voice belonged to, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to calm down and allow his heartbeat to slow down again. When his body was once again relaxed, he carefully turned in his seat to cast a look at the girl sitting at the table behind him, playfully wiggling her eyebrows, a mild grin playing around her lips.
“Jesus Christ...” he whispered, shaking his head. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Mh-mm. And you can just call me Natalie,” she added deadly serious, causing Chris to roll his eyes.
“Very funny.”
“Right,” Natalie Stevens responded uninterested, and she cast a quick look at the teacher who was, to her great surprise, still busy staring at the blackboard and mumbling on, apparently under the impression the class was actually listening to his story. She placed both arms on the wooden surface and bowed forward in her seat, so she could slightly lower her voice.
“Listen, hot stuff, what are we doing next period?”
“Well let’s hope he doesn’t say ‘French’...” the guy with short auburn hair and wearing an army-green shirt mumbled at their right.
Logan Harris finished the drawing in his notebook, approved it with a satisfied nod while carelessly throwing the pencil in his hand at his side and turned around to face his friends.
“Because I, for one, didn’t bring my books. Again. It’s become a real habit... you know, because of the excessive not showing up for the past few weeks.”
Natalie narrowed her eyes. “You sure you didn’t just forget them? Again? Because if so, we don’t blame you or anything. It’s understandable for a guy with an IQ of no higher than 48.”
The girl smiled sweetly and received a sarcastic smile in return. “No, I haven’t forgotten them... I think...” Logan added with a puzzled look. He shrugged. “Be proud that with an IQ that low I don’t forget to breathe.”
“Mr. Harris!”
All three of them turned to Mr. Prehistory in front of the class and whipped up a friendly smile.
“Now pay attention, you three... what if one of these exercises turn up in your test? You don’t want to risk failing it, do you?”
Chris, Logan and Natalie waited for a few seconds until the eyes of their teacher were back fixed on the blackboard; then they shifted in their seats and continued their conversation.
“Anyway, what I was trying to say...”
“Forgot it again?”
“Shut up, Nat,” Logan snapped. “What I was trying to say... next period French, I have no books, we haven’t attended the Monday morning classes in five weeks, so why do so now?”
Nat raised her eyebrows. “Because you might actually want to pass French this time, with your thick head?”
“Oh honey, why attend the classes if my thick head has you to copy all the answers from?”
The young girl opened her mouth to fire back a reply, but Chris softly snapped his fingers to interrupt the bickering two.
“Where you wanna go?” he asked whispering, not noticing the teacher cast another look at the three of them.
“Don’t care, as long as it’s off grounds.”
“Count me in,” Chris decided, and turned to the girl behind him, who tucked her wavy, dark brown hair behind her ear. “Nat?”
The brunette had barely opened her mouth to reply, when she was again interrupted, this time by her teacher, clearing his throat. “Excuse me... I’d very much appreciate it if you would pay attention, alright?”
Natalie again quickly smiled at him and impatiently drummed with her fingers on the table surface ‘till he finally turned around again and continued his lesson.
“Nat?” Chris replied.
She sighed. “We haven’t been to French in ages...”
“My point exactly,” Logan muttered, having picked up the pencil again and giving his drawing the finishing touch.
The brunette chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “Ah, hell... I haven’t made my homework, again, and... French is no good without the two of you around anyway,” she decided. “Plus, I get to work in pairs with Miss United States over there,” she added with a face of disgust, nodding towards an extremely thin blond, heavy on the makeup and actually painting her nails in the middle of the classroom. Natalie shook her head and turned back to her friends.
“Crap. Count me in. Let’s get the hell out of here. Ouch!” she added while instinctively reaching for the spot on her head where a piece of chalk had hit her hard. She threw an offended look at Chris, who had ducked just in time and now shrugged helplessly.
“I warned you: pay attention, Miss Stevens...”
Logan fixed his eyes on their teacher and widely grinned. “Way to go, Mister Anderson..!”
Still grinning, he turned his head to the pissed off brunette at his left, who was rubbing the sore spot on her head. “You know, for someone that ancient, he sure does know how to aim.”
He was too late to avoid the punch he received to his shoulder.
The Longest Week
“Right, see ya later.”
To her great annoyance, Natalie recognized the voice behind her, and she quickly glanced at the figure on her left while struggling with the lock of her locker.
“Fuck...”
The guy with dirty blond hair at her left now turned as well, upon hearing the familiar voice, and he casually leaned with his shoulder against the lockers. Nick Turner was the school’s star quarterback, handsome, and had a whole load of arrogance to make up for his lack of intelligence. Oh, and he was Natalie’s ex-boyfriend (meaning: biggest mistake of her life).
“Need any help with that?”
“No, I don’t, thank you,” Natalie replied with the coldest voice she could produce, pulling at the lock frantically with the hope the darn thing would finally open and give him a good enough reason to get lost.
“You sure?”
“Yes, Nick, I’m sure...” she replied highly irritated.
The quarterback cleared his throat and Natalie noticed how his eyes slowly ran down over her body. “Okay, well... do you need help with anything... else?”
Nat hated herself when she felt her cheeks flushed red and, boiling with anger, she turned her head and wished she hadn’t when she caught Nick’s satisfied smirk.
“Hey, Nick?” she said impatiently, “You better step back, you know why?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Well, let me tell you why,” she hissed, “It’s because the moment I get this damn locker to open, I’m gonna smash its door into your disgusting face so incredibly hard you won’t be able to even blink for a week because of pain – let alone throw me one of your goddamn oh-so-pleased grins!”
Nick merely formed an o-shape with his mouth and let out a small laugh. “Whoo-hoo... fiery... sharp tongue you have there, Stevens. You better watch that mouth of yours.”
She slowly cocked her head to the right, having completely forgotten about opening her locker. “Are you threatening me...?”
He took a step closer. “What... does it turn you on?”
She shook her head in disgust. “ Just get lost, Nick...”
“Now c’mon, don’t be such a spoil sport. Ever since, you know... –why do you have to be so offensive? It was just a kiss you know, it didn’t mean anything, Natty. You didn’t have to—”
“Tell that to the next girlfriend you cheat on,” she interrupted with a cold voice. “And it’s Natalie.”
“Right,” he replied uninterested with a small grin. “What do you say, you know, for old times’ sake, you and me find an empty broom closet and we—”
At that moment, Nat’s locker finally opened, and the yellow metal door hit Nick’s nose with such force she could actually hear it break.
As the blond cursed loudly and instinctively reached for his nose, which was already bleeding badly, Nat casually grabbed two books she needed out of the locker and slammed the door shut with a loud slam, before throwing Nick a wide smile upon seeing he actually had tears in his eyes.
“Aah, look at that: he’s crying... poor baby,” the brunette said with a childish voice.
She threw him a look of pure disgust. “Maybe that will teach you for making out with slutty cheerleaders in the changing-room.”
She swirled around, casually shrugged and made her way through the corridor, ignoring all the students staring her after.
The Longest Week
“And then you smacked him straight on the nose?” Logan asked eagerly, hanging so far over the table of the diner he practically sat in Natalie’s lap.
“No,” she shrugged. “The door of my locker did.”
“And he cried, right? He seriously cried?”
The brunette smiled viciously. “In the middle of the hall.”
“Ha... brilliant. Brilliant,” Logan replied, sinking back in his chair and staring off into space, as if he was imagining what it had been like.
“Yea, well, ‘e hav’ iv’ comin’,” Chris added, his mouth filled with fries. He swallowed and took a large gulp of his soda. “Did the slimy bastard run off to the Principal’s Office?”
Nat narrowed her eyes and played around with her ice-cream. “Dunno... I just walked out, didn’t even look back.” Her look darkened.
“Let’s just hope he isn’t pathetic enough to actually do so, because if he alerted Principal Clarkson, someone is looking for me right now to give me serious detention... and I don’t think they’ll be happy to walk into our French class and find out I’m skipping it.”
She groaned and buried her head in her arms. “Argh... the punishment is gonna be twice as bad, then...” she mumbled vaguely with her head covered by her arms.
“Ah, no worries,” Logan replied carelessly, apparently having awoken from his daydream. “Nick is a real jerk, and a wuss, letting all his little friends do the dirty jobs for him... Anyway, he’s a jerk, and he’ll want to get back at you, but he does have his pride. It’s bad enough for him already to get his nose broken by his one hundred and fifteen pound ex-girlfriend, in the middle of the hallway. Let alone running off to the Principal because he can’t get his revenge on his own... No, I think his pride is too wounded for him to do that.”
Logan shrugged. “Besides, don’t worry about the skipping French thing. You haven’t been to that class for so long I think people will have forgotten you’re actually in that class.”
Natalie brooded. “No, that’s your case. But... you might be right about Nick.”
Chris nodded. “’Course Logan’s right. Nick won’t do that. He’ll just wait for you after school and let a couple of his little friends beat you up.”
Natalie lifted her head up from her arms and threw her friend an annoyed look. “Gee, Chris, thanks. That really helps.”
“Well, let’s just hope for their sake Nick won’t do that, either...” Logan continued, throwing her a humorless smile. “I mean, a couple of 6”5 tall eleventh graders, what are they gonna do, really? Natalie’ll beat the crap out of them, won’t you, Nat?”
She shook her head and groaned helplessly. “I need more ice-cream...”
The Longest Week
Natalie felt quite nervous when she stepped through the front doors and re-entered her high school building. She cast a nervous look around, but nobody paid any attention to her. Of course they wouldn’t. But she felt on edge anyway, and she told herself that was something she couldn’t feel ashamed for, after breaking a pupil’s nose in the middle of the hallway and skipping a class afterwards, at which she risked being caught. That was, if Principal Clarkson would be looking for her, if Nick had run off to tell the Principal what had happened.
Nah, she was wasting her time... like Logan had said: Nick had his pride (a little too much pride). He probably hadn’t turned her in at the Principal’s Office.
No, she was just gonna be beat up by a bunch of eleventh graders after school. Nothing more, nothing less. That was a comfort.
Natalie just turned the corner, when –“Hey, Stevens!”
The brunette almost jumped a foot in the air, and closed her eyes in disgrace. She felt a hand on her shoulder and was gently being turned around.
“You okay?”
She smiled when she looked into those beautiful ice blue eyes.
“Hi, Wyatt, thanks for scaring the shit out of me.”
Wyatt Halliwell grinned and showed his pearly white, Prodent teeth. “No problem. So, kicked any ass lately?” he said lightly, obviously referring to the Nick-conflict.
Nat narrowed her eyes. “You know..?”
“Naturally,” the blond duh-ed. “The whole school knows. Cracked me up. He had it coming.”
“Yes... he certainly had,” she agreed, turning and walking on through the hall, closely followed by Wyatt. “And you can’t say I didn’t warn him.”
“So what exactly did happen?” Wyatt asked curiously, glancing at Natalie while placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
Natalie grinned. “Oh, right, the whole school knows, so naturally there are various versions of what happened, right? Do share. What, did I hit him with a crowbar while laughing maniacally? Or did I simply burst out crying in the middle of the hall and begged him to come back to me because I couldn’t live without him, and the broken nose has nothing to do with all of it?”
Wyatt nodded approvingly. “Impressive. You’re close, actually. But nah, neither one of them. I did hear a version however, where you begged him to take you back, while smacking him repeatedly over the head with his own backpack.”
“Nice. Well, at least I don’t have to worry anymore about being referred to as “that’s the girl who got cheated on and dumped by Nick Turner”. Nope, from now on, I’m spending my time at ‘Heartbreak High’ as “that’s the one who got cheated on and dumped by Nick Turner and went totally nuts when he didn’t take her back and so she repeatedly smacked him over the head... help me out here?”
“With a backpack.”
“Right. That’s it. Thanks for your support, Wy.”
“Ah, you know I’m always here for ya.”
Natalie stopped at a vending machine and glanced at her watch, stating she had only a few minutes left before the end of the lunch break.
“Sure,” she smiled. “As long as you’re not busy with... gee, football practise, hunting down and killing demons... and so forth,” she joked, while searching each and every one of her pockets for some money, eventually deciding she just didn’t have anything on her.
“Now that’s not true...” the Twice Blessed witch said on a flirting tone. “You know I always make time for you...”
The brunette narrowed her eyes. “Keep on dreaming, Halliwell... never going to happen,” she announced, fetching the piece of money the blond held up to come to her aid out of his hand.
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“There’s not even a minor chance—”
“Forget it,” she said lightly, bowing through her knees to grab her soda from the machine and straightening up while opening the can, looking at her male companion with mild interest.
“Not gonna happen? Really, not gonna happen? Not even if I buy you chocolate, take you out for dinner, pay for everything, promise to call you and you know, actually do so?”
“Not even then.”
“Not even if I promise to go out demon hunting with you, and when you order me to stay out of your way and not try and save your ass which, of course, never needs saving, indeed do so?”
Nat grinned. “If you promise that, it might happen. One day. One very far, far away day.”
The blond witch made a theatrical gesticulation of victory, causing his female companion to let out a laugh of amusement.
When he calmed down again, he grinningly turned back to her and casually put his hands back into his pockets, right at the time the school bell rang. Lunch break was over, but Wyatt didn’t intend on moving.
“Good. Now, here’s the plan. Tonight, I’m gonna take you out for dinner, then we’re gonna catch a movie and—”
“Don’t rush into things,” Natalie interrupted with a laugh. “I said one far, far away day... it might happen.”
“Bloody hell...” he let out. “You’re one complicated woman, you know that, Stevens?”
“Sure do,” she nodded. “Just playing hard-to-get, you know. Keeps the fun in it.”
“Either that, or you just like to see me suffer.”
A puzzled expression appeared on Nat’s face and she imitated thinking deeply. “Well, that too. Now skedaddle, I got a highly boring class in English literature that I need to attend.”
When she looked back at Wyatt, she found he didn’t have eyes for her at all. Gazing off into space, he stared at something behind her, further away in the corridor. Nat narrowed her eyes.
“Wy...? Hello-oo...?”
Slowly, Natalie turned around and expected to immediately spot what the blond couldn’t keep his eyes off of, but she didn’t notice anything.
Raising her eyebrows, she turned back to him, and waved her hand in front of his eyes. “Yo, Twice Blessed freak? Where the hell did your thoughts go to?”
He merely slowly shook his head and gave a small nod, gesturing her to look at the object his eyes were fixed on.
Natalie again made an attempt to turn around and find what he was looking for, and this time she soon found out: she shouldn’t have been looking for what he couldn’t keep his eyes off of; she should’ve been looking for who he couldn’t keep his eyes off of.
A wide grin played over her face as she noticed a fairly short girl walking through the corridor and now pausing halfway, listening to whatever one of her companions had to say, and laughing energetically, her long black curls bouncing around her shoulders.
“Ah, a new, pretty, girl...”
Natalie liked her style of clothing, which kind of reminded her of her own: the black haired girl dressed more like a rock-chick instead sweet little pink tops and lovely skirts (which she herself couldn’t even stand looking at). Right now, the new girl was wearing way too baggy jeans that Natalie wouldn’t even have dared trying on, but she matched it with a nice top and, Nat had to admit, the outfit looked amazing on her. Slightly annoyed, thinking about Wyatt behind her giving the new girl a long stare, Natalie also had to admit it made unkown girl look what to guy’s standards would probably have been called ‘hot’.
Natalie was sure however Wyatt wasn’t that fascinated just because he liked her style of clothing. On the whole, Nat spotted she was very pretty, and that there was just something curious about her.
Grinning, she turned back to the witch, who was still studying the newly arrived brunette.
“It seems there’s a new girl in town... should I start fearing for competition?”
“Huh?” was the only thing Wyatt could reply distractedly.
Nat grinned again and looked at her feet. “I guess I do... obviously, I’m being replaced.”
“No, baby, I’d never replace you...”
“Yeah,” Nat replied unconvinced. Wyatt now finally tore his eyes off of the black haired girl and looked back at the brunette, but at that moment Nat cast her look at the new girl. As she chewed on her bottom lip, a slight frown spread over her face. “Tell that to new girl on the block...”
“Do I actually sense a touch of jealousy, Stevens...?”
Natalie recovered, and merely winked.