Intrusion
by KatiKat
Authorīs Notes: This could be considered a PWP.
Itīs just a small bunny that popped up in my head while watching the episode
Chris Crossed. Itīs set directly after this particular episode.
Everything happened so fast. One moment they were standing around the kitchen,
talking about unimportant things that only a family can share. Wyattīs cooing
could be heard from the baby monitor and a second later, everything went
downhill.
When the blue sparks of orbing rained down from the ceiling, they all froze,
watching the visitor enter their home. It couldnīt have been Leo or Chris nor
Paige since they were all there, helping with the preparation of the family
dinner. But before they could blink or start to question who and why, the
orbing turned into a tall long-haired blond man, with strong features and a
determined, cold look in his eyes.
As soon as the change was complete, he waved his hand, sending them crashing
into the walls and kitchen cabinets. They cried out in surprise, then in pain
as their bodies collided with the hard furniture. There was only one of them
who understood, who knew.
An expression of extreme dread settled over Chrisī features as he realized who
entered the Halliwell manor. Knowing that the only way to protect the others
was to get out of there as quickly as possible, he started to orb, his body
dissolving into the white-blue light. But their black clad visitorīs right hand
shot out in his direction, the callused fingers closing in a tight fist. The
shining sparkles solidified into a human body again. Crouching on the floor,
Chris suddenly wheezed, his hands flying towards his throat in a desperate
attempt to rid himself of the pressure that was stealing the air from his
lungs.
The others scrambled to their feet, Piper lifting her hands to freeze the
intruder, blow him up, anything to rid her family of the danger he posed. But
nothing worked. And as they moved towards him, desperately trying to free their
whitelighter, the blond man just smirked. With a simple look, he built up a
blue shimmering barrier, shutting the witches and the Elder in it.
They fought the restraint, tried to orb, to throw their magical powers against
it, but nothing worked. They were locked tight.
The intruderīs attention moved back to Chris, who was desperately panting for
breath now, eyes wide open and full of sheer terror. He moved his outstretched
arm towards his own chest, lifting the struggling whitelighter of the Halliwell
sisters from the ground and moving him closer through the air. And when Chris
was close enough, the blond man gripped him by the back of his neck with his left
hand and brought their faces together.
"If you want to make sure somethingīs done well, do it yourself!" he
sneered, then opened the tightly closed fist of his right hand, allowing the
other young man to take a deep breath before passing the hand above Chrisī
face. The whitelighter went limp in his grip. The blond man bent down then and
lifted the unconscious body into his arms.
"Who are you? Where are you taking him? Answer us!" the sisters cried
out, especially the oldest oneīs voice sharp with demand.
The intruder turned to them fully, hoisting the whitelighter up in his arms.
Chrisī body was limp, one arm resting on his stomach, the other swinging gently
in the air.
"Aw, Iīm really disappointed that you donīt recognize me... Mother,"
he added with a sneer.
His captives froze, their breath catching in their throats. They looked at him
in shock and horror, Piper and Leo blanching.
"Wyatt?" his mother whispered in disbelief. "How...? Why?"
she asked, her eyes sliding to the body in her sonīs arms.
The blond man followed her gaze to Chrisī face. "Iīve come for whatīs
mine!" he said. The menace and icy coldness of his voice made the others
shiver. But before they could do anything, react or say something, Wyatt
dissolved into a shower of blue sparkles, without gifting them with another
look.
Seconds after that the blue barrier disappeared, but nobody moved or said
anything, the shock still holding them prisoner. And it wasnīt until the loud
wail coming from the baby monitor shook them out of their stupefied state, that
they finally moved.
But it was too late, their son and nephew already returned to the future. And
he took his prize with him.
The End