Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 20:11:20 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve – Chris, the Demon Profiler
When Chris reappeared in blue-white orbs in the middle of the apartment, Wyatt was seated on the couch opposite the kitchen.
“No battle scars, I see,” Wyatt commented casually.
“Funny,” Chris replied without mirth. There had been too many times when he hadn’t come out from a confrontation with their father unscathed, too many scars that Wyatt would never see, and in all likelihood so many more that because of his messed up memories, he couldn’t recall. “You should have seen the ones I had after Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe rescued Dad from . . . huh . . . well, from some place I put him. He was steamed, threw me up against the wall and he didn’t even know for sure that he was right.”
“He threw his son against a wall?” Wyatt asked in disbelief.
“Well,” Chris hedged, “he didn’t know I was his son.”
“Still,” Wyatt said giving him an odd look. “I guess this family doesn’t know how to deal with time traveling relatives. Aunt Phoebe said that Grams threw her, Mom, and Aunt Prue out of the house with her telekinesis.”
Chris blinked and looked at his brother in surprised. This was not a story he had heard. “When was this? I don’t remember that story.”
“Which part?” Wyatt asked, almost gleeful that he knew something Chris didn’t. “I remember that they had to go back in time to undue something Grandma Patty had done before Aunt Phoebe was born. When they got there Mom and Aunt Prue met themselves. Grams saw them and, not knowing who there were, she threw them out of the house . . . literally. Later she had them arrested when they took themselves to the park so they could use their powers via their younger selves.”
Chris burst out laughing. “That tops you. You kidnapped an innocent. They got arrested for kidnapping themselves. And I thought baby-sitting you was weird.”
That caused Wyatt to stop and give him and off look. “You baby-sat me?”
Chris grinned. “Don’t think too hard about it. I palmed the job off on Dad when I could.”
“That’s strange,” Wyatt informed him, “even for this family. How long were you in the past, anyway?”
“A little over a year and a half,” Chris told him after a moment’s thought.
“And you really kept your identity from everyone for months like Dad said?” Wyatt asked with a bit of disbelief.
Chris nodded.
“Any idea what he meant about me?” Wyatt asked, recalling Leo’s comment about a marble.
Chris shook his head, silent still.
“I guess it’s not that important,” Wyatt decided with a little shrug. “So how was work?”
Chris struggled to come up with the right words. Finally, he said, “Let’s just say, it wasn’t what I expected.”
“But it’s what you chose,” Wyatt reminded him.
Chris thought about that for a second. “I don’t remember, but somehow I don’t think I planned on staying there.”
“Maybe not,” Wyatt agreed. “You do have college classes twice a week.”
“David at work mentioned that,” Chris replied remembering the conversation. “Any idea what I was studying?”
Wyatt frowned as he tried to recall. “Something psychological, I think. You wanted to learn how to profile demons.”
“Why would I do that if there haven’t been any attacks for years?” Chris wanted to know.
Wyatt sighed, looking over at a bookcase in a corner of the room. It was filled with books Chris had bought to supplement the information he was learning in class. “I guess you figured it couldn’t last.”
The End