The Loose End
A young woman in her early twenties clad in a lovely long denom skirt, black tank top, and brown leather boots stood anxiously outside an old Victorian Manor. She nervously pushed back her long black bangs, tucking them behind her ear. She took a deep breath and poised her hand to knock on the rich looking oak door. She shook her head muttering to herself as she lowered her hand. Turning from the door, she nearly ran into a petite woman who was digging in her purse for something.
"Oh, so very sorry. Didn't see you there." The stranger replied in her smooth english accent.
"Uh, no problem. It was partially my fault. Should've paid more attention to walking instead of looking for my cell phone."
The foreigner nodded to herself as the woman stared at her. She felt like such a fool. She should never have come here. It was just one more mistake on a very big pile of mistakes. She didn't know these people, and they didn't know her. Besides, there was a very real chance that they couldn't help her. Or wouldn't. Especially considering she had no idea what their connection to him was. The young woman shook her head as she heard the other speak. What had been said? "Beg your pardon?"
"I asked if you were looking for someone."
Wondering for a moment if she should even go on with her quest to find him, the stranger sighed. "I don't suppose you might know where I may find a Ms. Piper Halliwell? I was told she might be able to help me locate a," she hesitated unsure of the right word to use, "an aquaintance of mine."
"Well, Piper isn't home right now, but I'm her sister, Pheobe Halliwell. Maybe if you told me who you were looking for I would know where you could find him or her."
Pausing to consider this for a moment, the young woman nodded. "All right then. His name is Chris...Perry? Yes, that's it. Chris Perry. Do you know where I might be able to contact him?"
Pheobe's face fell as she heard the name of the person the young lady was searching for. She wasn't sure what to say. The only Chris they had in their home right now was just a baby. This stranger was speaking about the adult Chris that had come from the future in order to save his older brother from becoming an evil dicatator of the world. He had died in the process. However, she could hardly tell this stranger all that. She would never believe it. Pheobe herself could hardly believe it at times. "Chris? Uh...well, he...uh...he's not here...can I maybe take a message?" She asked in an attempt to stall until she could consult her sisters on what to do about this stranger asking for her nephew.
"Oh, no." The black haired woman shook her head slowly. "I don't suppose he would remember me, so it really was quite pointless to come here in the first place. I apologize for being a bother."
Just as the strange woman turned to leave, Pheobe reached out to touch her arm in an attempt to give her at least some sort of explanation as to Chris' whereabouts...even a lie was better than leaving this strange woman completely empty handed. She seemed so scared...maybe she was some innocent Chris had saved at some point? This thought vanished from her mind as a series of images flashed before her mind's eye in the form of a vision.
The young woman was being pressed against a wall by a young man who was kissing her neck while attempting to unbutton her blouse. She had her hands in his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist. A moan escaped her lips as his hot kisses began to move down her neck to her upper chest. Her shirt fell to the floor. His soon followed.
It was then that the man set her down for a moment, only to swipe a pile of papers and supplies off a desk in what appeared to be a small office...it looked like the one in P3... Returning to their passionate kisses the man lifted the stranger onto the desk. When he turned to do this Pheobe was able to see who the man was. The man was Chris.
A flash of white appeared before another scene began.
The stranger was seated in a doctor's office shaking like a leaf as a kindly old doctor entered the room with a piece of paper clipped to a board. "Congratulations, Ms. Cramer."
When the vision ended Pheobe gasped in shock, her eyes flying open. The young woman was looking at her with concern in her sky blue eyes. Ms. Cramer, as the doctor had referred to her, held the young witch's arm lightly as though afraid she would fall over. Pheobe could hear the woman talking to her, but the only thing she could think of was her vision, and what it implied. She tried to form a sentence but only ended up stuttering incoherently.
"Ms. Halliwell? Ms. Halliwell, are you quite all right?"
"Pregnant...with Chris' baby...oh god." Pheobe muttered in shock.
The woman jerked backward as though slapped in the face. Her hand fell from Phoebe's shoulder. She shook her head, swallowing. "How...?"
The Charmed One's hand flew to her mouth as she realized what she had said. Her chocolate brown eyes grew wide in suprise at her slip up. "Oh, I...uh...you...just a gift I have I guess..."
Nodding her head, a little unsure about Phoebe's answer, Ms. Cramer swallowed hard. "Please, just tell Chris that Anne Cramer was looking for him." She pulled out a slip of paper from the small brown leather purse that was slung over her shoulder. Handing it to Pheobe she let out a nervous breath. "He may not remember me...just tell him to call the number. If he inquires as to why please do not tell him. I feel it is my responsibility to break the news to him. Could you do that for me? Please?"
Before Pheobe could answer one way or another, Anne bolted away toward her car, a Plymouth Breeze parked right in front of the Manor. She slipped through the door, started the engine and drove away while Pheobe just stared in shock at the slip of paper in her hand. The only thought coursing through her brain was 'this is bad.'
"Pheobe, there you are. I thought I heard your voice. Who were you talking to?" Piper Halliwell asked, walking out the door of the Manor. When her sister didn't reply, but merely gave a troubled look, the eldest witch frowned folding her arms over her chest. "Ok, what's going on? Please, don't tell me it's another demon. I don't have time for a demon right now. Chris is sick, and Wyatt keeps orbing him away from me because he's jealous of the attention his baby brother is getting, and Leo is off hunting demons again. Not to mention the fact that I need to get ready for Savage Garden. I mean, P3 hasn't had a good band for awhile, so I need this to go well. We need this to go well. Income hasn't been doing so hot lately. So, please, tell me it is not a demon."
The younger sister smiled weakly. "Well, it isn't a demon."
"-It's a baby."
Piper's brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"
"There was a woman here, Anne Cramer. She's having a baby."
"And that's bad why...?"
Pheobe sighed unsure how to break it to her sister that she was going to be a grandma in her early thirties. Piper was going to freak out when she found out that future Chris got a woman from the present pregnant. More than likely a mortal woman at that. Oh, this situation was bad in sooo many ways. Chris' son was only going to be a little less than a year younger than him. That is going to be psychologically traumatic for both parties...
"Pheobe!" Piper snapped, trying to get her sister's attention.
"Well, she...uh...you see-"
A swirl of orbs appeared in Pheobe's arms mid sentence stopping her in her tracks. Baby Chris screamed as he appeared in his aunt's arms, having been orbed by his brother again. His pudgy little baby face was all red as his mother took him from her sister's arms and bounced him gently until his cries ceased. Piper shook her head. "I just don't know what to do with Wyatt. I'm afraid that some day he's going to orb his little brother to Antarctica! I can't bind his powers though. They protect him and Chris from demons...ugh. I wish Leo were here. I can't do this on my own."
"Well, I just hope none of the neighbors saw the orbs. That might be a little hard to explain."
Pheobe offered a half smile as response. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. I know how hard this has been on you."
"Thanks." Piper sighed. "I better get Chris inside. The cool air isn't good for him."
As her older sister turned on her heels to head back into the house, Pheobe followed her closing the door behind her. "Speaking of Chris, we really need to finish our conversation."
"Ok, so talk." Piper replied as she set Chris down in the crib, wrapping him up in another blanket, afraid of him getting too cold. She placed a nuk in his mouth and gently carassed his forhead until his little eyes became droopy, then closed. The nuk jerked in and out as he sucked on it in his sleep. The mother smiled softly, looking at her baby boy with all the love in the world.
Wyatt looked up from his spot on the floor and frowned. Just as he was about to send his brother off again, he noticed his mother turn toward him and sit next to him on the floor. He smiled and handed her a block, wanting her to play with him. She took it and smiled as he handed her another. She stacked one on the other then turned her head to her sister. "Well? What has you so upset if it isn't a demon? Don't tell me your upset because some woman is having a baby. You aren't still on that kick are you?"
Pheobe rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not. That's not why I'm upset-"
"-Hey everybody!" Paige announced as she orbed into the conservatory. Still in her robes from magic school, she lifted her chin up proudly. "Guess who solved her first big problem at the school? Yup, that's right: little ol' me. Paige Matthews, Head Mistress of Magic School, finally proved to the stupid elders that I can handle this. Cool, huh? There was this group of kids and they were all using magic for personal gain, so I-"
"-Anne is pregnant with Chris' baby!"
Paige stopped mid-sentence to turn to her sister. "Pheobe?"
Piper dropped a block that was in her hand, her head whipping around to look at her younger sister. "What did you just say?"
Wyatt clapped as he knocked down his mother's tower of blocks, completely oblivious. When his mother didn't notice his neat trick he tried to get her attention. "Mama!" She didn't respond. "Mama!"
"Uh huh, Wyatt." Piper replied distractedly.
The little boy seemed pleased enough with the attention and went back to playing with his blocks.
"Pheobe, Paige. Kitchen. Now." Piper ordered. Standing up, she flipped on the baby monitor next to the crib, told Wyatt to be good and play nice, then marched into the kitchen where Phoebe and Paige had already headed. Arms folded over her chest, the oldest Charmed One turned an intense gaze on her middle sister. "You better have one heck of an explanation, Missy."
Pheobe gave her sister an apologetic look. "A woman on the front steps was looking for Chris. I told her he wasn't here, and she seemed really upset, so I touched her arm, and I got a vision off her. She and big Chris...uh...you know...and then she was at a doctor's office, and he told her she was pregnant. When I said something, she got a little freaked out, gave me a piece of paper with her number on it then took off."
"Wow, who would have thought Chris had a social life?" Paige said, trying to relieve the tension.
It didn't work. Piper turned to her, glaring at her baby sister. "Paige! This is serious. My son, who at the moment is only three and a half months old, is going to be a father because his futureself came back through time and slept with some woman. How are we supposed to explain to this..."
"-Anne," Pheobe supplied.
"...Anne that not only is the father of her child a witch, but he was from the future and if she wants child support she's going to have to sue a baby?"
Paige nodded. "I see how this is really bad, Piper, but I figure we only have one option. We tell her the truth."
"Are you insane, Paige?"
"What else can we do, Piper?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure there is a better answer than that."
Phoebe raised her hand, hoping to get a word in edge-wise. "Piper, I for one agree with Paige on this. This girl needs to know what she's getting into. Besides, maybe we can help her. You of all people know how hard it is raising magical children. It will be twice as hard for her because she isn't magical herself. She has no way of protecting the baby if demons come after it. She needs us. Your grandchild needs us."
The eldest sister looked between her two siblings unsure. "She's going to think we're nuts, you know."
"We'll make her believe us, Piper." Pheobe assured her.
"Yeah, I mean, we can show her our powers if we have to."
Piper sighed. "Okay, fine. You guys win. So...who's going to call her?"
tbc...if I get enough interest...
p.s. this may be updated randomly cause i'm unbelievably busy, just to warn you...