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i go about things the wrong way. [ psl ]

WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails).
WHAT In a universe where Chris is the son of Phoebe and Cole, his father has had enough hints dropped to maybe piece things together. Now he's going to go prove it.
WHEN Sometime after 6x12: Prince Charmed.
WHERE Back room at P3.
WHY Because Leo would make a terrible father.

To say that Chris was exhausted would probably be an understatement. Oh, physically he was passing by just fine, but ever since the sisters had more or less evicted him from the manor, things had been going pretty harshly. He should have known they wouldn't believe him about Wyatt, yet he had hoped that perhaps could have squirmed around it. Messing with Piper's birthday man at the same time probably only made it worse. They had never really trusted him so he wasn't quite sure why it hurt him or surprised him so much, especially after so many months of living mired in their suspicion.

Either way, all that meant was that Chris was on his own on following his leads until he could get back into the girls' neutral graces again. That meant making careful steps and not expecting backup, which also meant he needed to take care of himself and make sure he could at least work without collapsing in the middle of meeting with any of his informants. Demons sure did love it when you bared your weak little throat like that to them.

With a quiet scoff to himself, Chris entered his room at P3, nothing more than a converted storage/office to hold a cot in it, then stopped utterly short when he noticed that he wasn't alone. Brief flashbacks of Bianca waiting for him stuttered through his mind, overlaying that image with his new intruder. "Cole?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"
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Heartbreak
First ; reveal

Adorable
Third ; nightmare

Ridiculous
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"It's like you said," Leo responded. That part was at least no mystery to Leo. He could understand such power of will because he watched it in his wife and her sisters every day. "He loves you. All of you. That isn't going to just go away, no matter what's happened in the past."

After the little show up in the attic, Chris wasn't so sure he wanted to send Cole toward Phoebe. He already felt bad enough for putting his father through this for his own sake, but if he made things even worse by trying to truck on through it, then that would just be the cherry on the terrible sundae. "You know, somehow I don't think that's going to work with the spell backfiring like it is. Which is my fault, and I'm fixing that right now. So just... sit tight, okay?"

"I wouldn't blame him if he did," Piper muttered as her attention turned from talking with Leo to finding Cole before anybody else ended up having to deal with the overly friendly demon. They could talk about this more after everything was settled and when Cole wasn't a threat to people's personal space.

Part of him was glad that Chris was vetoing him dealing with Phoebe at the moment. He could think of far better people to deal with now, like Leo and Paige and Piper. They were all people Cole didn't outright hate at the moment, though a spell couldn't do so much to help his problems with Paige. "I don't know how long I can sit here for, Chris. I really want to go out and find somebody to be with, possibly multiple somebodies."

Leo seemed to have the same idea. Although he couldn't have gone far, he didn't want to be remiss and miss Cole somewhere. It was most likely that Cole had followed his son and was still nearby, but anything could happen when someone was acting erratically under a spell. They owed it to Cole to make sure they didn't mess anything up too badly.

"Ugh," Chris moaned, face screwing up at the mere idea. "Just hang in there. I'm writing as fast as I can, but I don't want to risk making this worse. You might just actually vanquish me then," he added in a muttered tone. Not that he was actually worried Cole would get that angry, but Chris wouldn't blame anyone for considering this a step too far. His head lifted up from the notepad when the doorbell rang and he turned to Cole momentarily before shimmering away. Hopefully he would get to the door first and shoo off whoever it was before they were attacked with love and affection by the mighty Belthazor.

Hearing the doorbell, Piper grabbed Leo's arm and dragged him along. She knew just as well as Chris that whoever was there could be a potential target of the affections of the mighty Belthazor and she really wasn't up to explaining to anyone why Cole was coming onto them. "Downstairs, downstairs, let's go."

Cole sprang to action the second he heard the doorbell and shimmered away to see who was at the door. Knowing that Chris would try to stop him, he was quick and opened the door before anybody could stop him. Blocking the opened door with his body, Cole grinned and leaned against it. "Hey," he said cheerfully. "What can I help you with?"

Leo did one step better and as soon as Piper had grabbed onto his arm, he orbed them into the living room. It was out of sight of anyone in the hallway but close enough to hopefully intercept. Except they obviously weren't as Leo could hear Cole greeting their guest. "Uh-oh," he said aloud, already moving to try and save the innocent.

"No," Chris said firmly. He was trying to open the door further to wedge himself inside, knowing full well that simply nudging Cole out was going to be near impossible right now. "Cole, no, leave—Darryl. Hi," he said, suddenly catching sight of the manor's visitor. This was going to go terribly, he just knew it. "Not a good time right now."

Darryl, for his part, was merely eyeing the recently-returned Cole and the no-longer-unwelcome Chris in the doorway. Apparently both of them had been making strides with the sisters if they were answering the bell now, and he didn't really care. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Just dropping this off for Piper. Sheila borrowed it, wanted me to hand it over since it was on my way," he explained slowly. "Everything all right in there?"

It was definitely going to be difficult to stop Cole because he waved his hand to push Chris away gently with telekinesis so that he didn't get in the way of him trying to pull Darryl in. He hid the wave as if he was waving off Chris saying that it wasn't a good time, scoffing lightly. "Don't listen to him. Everything's perfectly fine. Why don't you come in? Piper would love to see you before you head off."

Speaking of Piper, she would have kissed Leo for orbing them downstairs, but she was going to wait until after this mess was sorted. Hearing Cole talking, she runs to the front door, looking extremely agitated. "Cole, what do you think you're doing? Step away from Darryl and let Chris figure out a counterspell to reverse this."

Chris stumbled at the push, surprise and force both knocking him off balance long enough for Cole to completely cover the gap. He stared dumbly for a moment before irritation set in. Had Cole really just done that? Even under a spell, that was a lot of nerve, and Chris was... Chris was responsible for that. He groaned, hands going to his face while Piper started to take control.

"This is a bad time," Darryl determined after looking between all of them. He turned to Piper, looking more exasperated than concerned for whatever Cole and Chris had gotten themselves into. "Look, why don't I just get going? I can bring this back later. Once everything is less... weird."

"Actually, it's not a bad time at all," Cole said as he reached out to grab Darryl's arm, yanked him forward into a hug, and shimmered him to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Darryl down on his lap. He wasn't all that worried about him escaping because of their differences in strength, so he settled down to cuddle with him. "They're just worrying over nothing."

Since Cole wasn't exactly being quiet, Piper heard where he was and turned, spotting him on the couch with Darryl and stalking over to him, definitely looking annoyed and frustrated. "You can't just grab random people and attacking them with affection, Cole. Let Darryl go and wait for Chris to reverse this spell, okay?"

Darryl struggled when he was pulled in, then began flailing even more once they were suddenly in the living room. "Hey, man! Let me go! What the hell, Piper? Leo!" he said, spotting the whitelighter standing in the doorway of the room and looking very reluctant to come to his aid. "Turner, I swear if you do not let me go right this instant — I don't care what kind of spell you're under. A man's gotta have his space!"

"Cole!" Okay, now he was going too far and Chris was going to do something about it whether he was ready to or not. He marched into the living room, brain twisting and turning and words forming without much thought. If Cole was going to be pulling in innocent semi-bystanders, there was no way his own secret was going to stay that way for much longer.

"Powers of love, powers of desire,
We ask you to smother an ignited pyre,
Hide from the world, let no longer be seen,
Cole's talent for being embarrassing."

Waiting, it took a moment before Chris felt the cloying, leaden air of the spell begin to clear out as if on a wind. He breathed a sigh of relief and eyed watched Cole carefully for a reaction while his head hopefully cleared of any terrible flirtatious notions. This had to be the worst dad-thing he had seen Cole do, and it wasn't even actually a dad thing yet. It was just a magic thing. Personally, Chris wanted to climb under a rock for a week and work out his next attempt to make his conception work but at this rate he probably wouldn't get the luxury. There was always a chance his spell had done something else, made things worse, and Chris found himself not taking the chance this time. "Did it work...?"

Edited (double-edit across the sky) 2014-12-29 05:06 (UTC)

The magic took a moment to settle into Cole, but when it did, it was definitely obvious. His expression changed to horror and he let go of Darryl as if he was some kind of rabid animal that he wanted nothing to do with. Taking a moment to look at everyone around the room, his eyes stopped on Leo for a moment before he turned his head away quickly, turning a bright shade of red rarely seen on Cole outside of Belthazor.

"I'm sorry about that, Darryl, Leo. I should be going," he said and without waiting for any kind of response, Cole shimmered out to go hide in shame for as long as he could possibly get away with. That was beyond embarrassing. That was mortifying and he never wanted to go through it again. It was terrible.

As soon as Cole stopped putting up resistance, Darryl shot to his feet and started fixing his jacket and shirt. This was what he got for hanging out with the Halliwells: an endless supply of weirdness and things he could never anticipate no matter how hard he tried. By this point, he might as well start throwing ideas into a hat and pulling them out at random. Maybe he would have better luck then. "Whatever that was," he said, making sure to make eye contact with the three others still in the room, "I don't want to know about it. Here, Piper, this is yours and that—" He pointed to the door as he made his way to the hallway, "—is mine. Catch you later."

Chris waited approximately two seconds after the door had closed to turn to his aunt and uncle. "I... I am so sorry about that, I don't know why it took me so long to come up with a spell, that was—that was dumb of me. I'll figure something else out, no more spells," he promised. "Just. Sorry."

Before Leo could even move to try and reassure Chris, the younger man had shimmered away just like his father. Leo took a deep breath, sighed, and was left wondering where that put the rest of them now that the dust had begun to settle. "Well," he said after a moment. "I guess we can cross that off our list of things to try."

Whitelighters might find their peace standing on top of the Golden Gate Bridge, but Cole always found took comfort from the view from Alcatraz, sitting on top of the water tower and looking out onto the bay below. Part of him wanted to go back to his apartment and hide under the covers, but he knew that he needed to take some time to sift through what had happened under the influence of the spell before he decided to hide from the world.

The dread and foreboding that naturally permeated the island was a calming presence to him and allowed him to think about what happened. Not for long though, because he could tell he wasn't alone and he didn't even turn to see who it was. There was only one person it could be. "Chris. I caused you a whole lot of trouble today."

Finding his father out on Alcatraz island wasn't anything surprising. Like the mausoleum was a place of safety, the prison was a place for thinking and clearing your thoughts. There wasn't anywhere else Chris could have imagined his father going after something like that failed spell. When Cole didn't turn around to see him, Chris licked his lips and ducked his head. There wasn't a whole lot of space on the water tower but there was definitely enough for them to keep a small distance.

"That's my line," he said. Things could have gone worse while under the effects of a love spell, but they could have gone so much better, too. That Cole remembered what happened wasn't so great, either. "I get you might be too mad to look at me right now, but—I just wanted to say I was sorry. The spell was never supposed to do that, and I'll think of another way next time. Okay? That's all I wanted to say."

He had to shake his head and laugh at his apology. Cole didn't blame Chris for the spell backfiring and he wasn't angry at him for it happening. "I'm not mad at you. It wasn't as if you meant to have the spell backfire on me," he said as he stood up and moved to grab his arm so that he wouldn't shimmer away. Chris was a runner and Cole was going to make sure he stayed instead of fleeing like he normally did.

"Come here and sit with me," Cole said as he tugged on his son's arm lightly. If he couldn't sit here and have a sulk by himself without interruption, then neither was Chris. They had each other to help the other deal with the fallout of the spell's backfire and Cole was going to make sure Chris knew that he was always going to be there for him, no matter what.

Startled by the motion, Chris stood in confused silence until Cole pulled him down so that they could sit together. He had definitely been about to run and leave Cole to his own devices as he clearly wanted to be, but this was something Chris hadn't expected. Some things in the past just didn't make sense to him, like how family could apparently set everything aside once they knew they were family even if the annoyances or reasons for doubt didn't go away. Chris was still responsible for the things he had done, and yet Cole and Leo seemed less-inclined to berate him for it now that they knew they would be related. Maybe if Chris had already been born it would be easier to swallow, but on nothing but his own word... he just didn't get it. Nobody ever just believed him like that.

Pulling his legs up to his chest, Chris stared out over the water. He couldn't look Cole in the face right now. "It's okay if you're mad," he said softly. No matter the fact that this was the exact behavior his dad would have shown, this Cole wasn't his dad. He didn't have the same obligations or past experiences, and Chris was well aware of it. "I probably would be. That couldn't have been fun. I mean—hell, you wanted to make me a whitelighter."

"Like I just said, I'm not angry over what happened. I'm more embarrassed than anything and that's something I can live with." It would take a lot more for Cole to truly get upset by something and he wasn't going to go off on Chris for something that was very clearly an accident. Cole had to wonder just how bad he was in the future to make Chris think that he had to take the blame for something like this. "Wanting you to be a whitelighter was my own issue and not something that you can take the blame for. Think of it as fatherly concerns."

And what concerns they were. He only wanted what's best for Chris, even before they had succeeded in actually making sure he was born, and he didn't want Chris to go through the same scrutiny he went under dealing with the sisters and other beings of good magic. They thought demons, even half demons, were always evil and even when they tried to change for good, nothing would change. If people thought that of him, then they'd think that of Chris and that thought infuriated Cole more than a backfired spell ever could.

"Fatherly concerns," Chris repeated with a quiet, wry tone. He still didn't think that was the right way to go about things right now. Cole needed to focus on himself and Phoebe, and hopefully Chris would come from that, but they were running out of time and Chris had to make himself more of a concern. Once he was conceived however, Chris had hoped he could fade back into the background as a meddling demon wanting nothing more than to stop a great evil in the future instead of becoming family. He tilted his head just enough to see his father-to-be out of the corner of his eye. "You don't have to worry about me, Cole. It's not as big of an issue as you'd think."

That was somewhat true, even. Although it definitely shaped and ruled Chris's life in a number of ways, being part-demon never seemed to really change the view that his family had about Chris. It wasn't that it made him evil, simply that it made him something precious and vulnerable, and Chris constantly pushed himself to the limit to honor their efforts in making sure he was good. Everyone else, he didn't care so much about even if their constant assumptions and poor attitudes had unconsciously shaped him more than he could ever realize. For Chris, he had been given an excellent childhood with a great family that supported him through a difficult existence without blaming him for it. That the world outside his family disagreed didn't matter. What more could he ask for? Certainly not to be part-whitelighter.

What Chris didn't seem to realize was that no matter what he thought, Cole was going to worry about his son, any version of his son, no matter what said son thought about it. He was going to make sure that Chris was going to be born, but that didn't mean he had to focus solely on that and ignore the future version of his son. There was no way he would ever entertain the thought. "You're still my son, Chris, despite the difference in time. I'm going to worry about you no matter what."

He looked out onto the bay, watching the rough water churn far beneath them. This place definitely worked as a better place to think than the whitelighter's choice of the bridge. Everything seemed to matter less on a desolate prison rock in the middle of the bay. Glancing over at Chris, he gave him a bit of a smile. "I'm glad that the spell didn't work. At least now there's a chance I can do things properly with your mother."

Chris huffed, turning to press his cheek against a knee and partially hide his face. Dealing with this sort of thing had not been in the plan when he'd come back to the past. Being forced to juggle family life with the mission was just like adding insult to injury of painful tasks he had to go through, and c'mon, really? He was an adult now. Putting a burden on his father was the last thing he wanted to do, yet it seemed all he could do was make Cole worry more and more. "You know I'm twenty-two, right?" he checked. "Little old for that kind of thing."

"And if that doesn't work either?" There was only so much optimism Chris could hold for such an important event. Phoebe and Cole loved each other, Chris knew that like he knew how to breathe, but he would be the first to admit that bridging their troubles so that they could realize it was going to be anything but simple. Time-consuming, probably, and they just didn't have the time for it.

At the huff, Cole laughed and reached out to place his hand in Chris' hair, ruffling it affectionately. It was adorable that Chris thought age was going to stop a parent from being a parent and make it so they no longer worried about their child. Considering what Cole knew about the future Chris had come back from to stop, he definitely wasn't going to stop worrying and caring for his son. "You're never too old for that," he said and grinned. "Besides, twenty-two isn't that old for a demon."

"That's why you'll have a backup plan in case I don't succeed." Cole knew better than anyone just how little Phoebe liked him these days. After all, she had been the one to vanquish him in the end. Both times. It would be difficult for her to even trust him, let alone love him again. Hell, at this point, it was probably even impossible, but Cole was going to try, not to rekindle what they had lost over the years, but to save his son. "I know it's going to be difficult, Chris, but I have to try. I'm not going to give up just because it isn't easy."

"Old enough for a witch, though," Chris said. He rolled his eyes at Cole ruffling his hair, shaking his head to try and get him to stop. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the effort, but it all came down to the future he had already lived through. This wasn't going to last, and Chris knew he wasn't strong enough to reunite with his family now only to return to a world where Wyatt was good and no one else was around should he succeed. "How old is old enough for a demon, anyway?"

With a defeated sigh, Chris said, "I know." That much wasn't going to change. His father wasn't going to be convinced to give up on doing things his own way, not for something as important as this. It rankled only because it meant that everything was being shoved into Cole's court when the problem had been Chris's involvement. He wanted to make it up to Cole for ruining his chances with Phoebe, and he couldn't even do that right. "You never give up just because something is hard."

"Witches are only human, no matter how magical they may be," Cole responded with a shrug. That was something he had been painfully aware of when he and Phoebe were in a relationship. If he hadn't lost his powers, he would have never aged throughout her lifetime and possibly stayed the same for a long time afterwards. He didn't let Chris' reluctance stop him and he didn't so much keep ruffling his hair so much as just keep his hand in place in his hair. "Why don't I get back to you in that when you get to be in your sixties?"

When it came to something like this, Cole was like a dog with a bone. He wasn't going to give up on it no matter what anybody said. Even if it seemed like all was lost, Cole wasn't going to give up. It just wasn't in his nature. "It seems like that got passed on to you."

"They're a little more than human," Chris countered. No one considered witches to be regular mortals, not really, even if they were just as easy to kill when it came down to the line. They had so much more involvement in the magical world that no one really considered it that way and Chris himself was never the type to consider any of his family as anything less than extraordinary. That was what being mortal was, wasn't it? Lost in his thoughts, Chris didn't notice himself listing to lean against Cole's side in an old, comfortable motion. It brought up an interesting question Chris himself had been unable to answer, the idea of getting that old. "You think I'll age that far?" he asked thoughtfully.

Giving a quiet laugh, Chris shook his head to deny it. "Maybe, but I don't think I'd ever have gotten as far as you have," he said simply. His father was an amazing person and this Cole had already gone through most of the same hells. He idolized Cole no matter the timeline, and it was a familiar pride that said Chris could never measure up to something that strong, but at least he had been able to lean on it for a while.

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"In some places, sure, but not that one. They'll age and die just like any other human," Cole pointed out calmly. He had accepted that fact long ago and now that he was back to being half-demon, he was going to outlast all of the sisters. While Chris did not noticing him leaning, Cole did and didn't put any attention to it for fear of Chris noticing and moving away again. "You have enough demon blood in you that it should affect your aging as well."

Cole goes quiet at Chris' words and doesn't look at him, thinking over what he's saying. He knows the implication and to him, it's difficult comprehending the fact that he'd tell somebody, anybody about everything that has happened, but it makes sense. It's his son and of course he'd tell him his tale as a caution against evil. "How much do you know?"

Hearing it from Cole was like a guaranteed confirmation of what would happen in the coming years. When he was younger, Chris had never really considered what would happen as he went further up in years, whether he would age with his family or stay put like his father had. There was a lot that needed to sink in at that thought and he hummed to himself briefly. "Well," he said. "At least it won't just be you and Uncle Leo, then. But—wait. Seriously? Sixties before I'm grown up?"

That hadn't quite been his intention with the way he worded it, and Chris grimaced. He really didn't want to upset Cole by revealing he knew things that Cole wasn't ready to tell anyone else yet. That was a breach of the trust his father had put in him. "All of it, I think. Elizabeth, the Triad, your father's soul and Raynor, and the Source possessing you," he admitted. Far be it from Chris to worry Cole more over what he may or may not end up telling his son in the future. "You even mention Drake. Which... still happening, right?"

Edited 2015-01-08 07:10 (UTC)

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