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WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails)
WHAT idk Hawk said we could
WHEN Sometime in early season six
WHERE Underworld, Cole's pimp lair
WHY this is all Leo's fault
WARNINGS Mind control???

This was definitely not how Chris expected his time in the past to go. Despite interference not only from Leo once he returned, Cole Turner was getting in the way to an extreme degree that Chris hadn't anticipated. In his own time, Cole was long gone and taken care of by Wyatt, dead just like anyone else. Here in the past, the half-demon was still kicking and on some unknown agenda that Chris had never bothered to really investigate as long as Cole kept his distance from little Wyatt.

That was turning out to be a mistake.

Now he was in the Underworld, bound up in a way he couldn't properly move and couldn't orb out and his nerves were already beginning to fray. With the way the sisters didn't quite know whether to trust him or not and his father already out for his blood, the chances of them putting a priority on Chris's rescue were uncertain. Whatever it was Cole planned to do with the Charmed Ones' whitelighter, he couldn't imagine it was pretty.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there all day?" he taunted. Never let it be said Chris wasn't a Halliwell, whether anyone knew it or not. Sitting and taking whatever this was just wouldn't do.

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There was more squirming from the reluctant whitelighter. This wasn't what he had come for and it was far too effective at hammering on his defenses. "Stop it," he muttered irritably. Sitting with Cole, he didn't mind. Having Cole all over him and trying to soothe him was more than he cared to accept at the moment for how deeply into his Chris-against-the-world mindset he had fallen. There was room to simmer and there was room to fight. That was about it.

"No," Chris denied. There was no way Leo was jealous of him, not for everything good Leo had received in his life thus far. "That's not it. Me being assigned to the Charmed Ones was a reward because I helped. I've done nothing but try to help, and he's been paranoid of me from the start. I wouldn't have had to send him away in the first place if he hadn't threatened to watch me as soon as I was made the sisters' whitelighter!"

Some fight was expected, but Cole wasn't going to allow this. Stopping his chin rubbing, the hand moved up to grab his hair and pull his head back, Cole moving his lips close to his ear. "No. I haven't seen you in three weeks and I'm going to show you how much I've missed you and you're going to accept it, pet," he hissed into his ear with an edge to his voice. Absence made the heart grow fonder, but for Cole, it made him more possessive of what he had claimed as his.

"Send him away?" He had instantly zeroed in on those words and he was curious as to what he meant by that. Cole keeping an eye on the sisters made him away that Leo hadn't been around at all for a period of time. Was that Chris's doing? It made him even more desirable if that was the case. That was definitely the type of person he'd want for his pet. "Tell me what you mean by that."

At the demand, Chris's reaction was to fight. That the demand had a magically subliminal backing to it only made him struggle against it more in desperate effort to maintain his own equilibrium when he needed it most. Although Cole had a good grip and there wasn't much chance of pulling himself away, there was always his trusty standby on hold and Chris orbed to the middle of the room away from Cole long enough to make a wide gesture and turn around to face him.

"I sent him to Valhalla!" he answered, not exactly the conversation he wanted to be having now but the dangling thread was bothering him more than throwing the explanation out there before moving on. He ran a hand through his hair and made to point at Cole. "You said I could come here any time I needed something and all I need is for you to listen to me! I don't want to calm down or relax or—cuddle or whatever you're trying to do. Venting. That's all I came here for. If that isn't what you want to deal with, then I'll go."

Being the half-demon he was, he absolutely loved a fight and a grin spread across his face. Chris orbing away didn't make him angry, but instead made him chuckle. It was cute that Chris thought that he was going to get away so easily. "Lumen capere, noctu insidias cælestis," he chanted before he shimmered over and tackled Chris to the floor, pinning him down and looking like he's having the time of his life.

"Now how did you pull that off?" He was curious and wanted to know all of Chris's little tricks. The more Cole knew, the more control he had over his pet whitelighter. "I was listening to you. I also missed you because I thought you weren't coming back. Am I not allowed to miss my one love, pet, or should I just accept the abandonment?"

There was a pained noise when Chris crashed into the ground. He cursed and began to struggle, trying anything he could to overturn Cole as he orbed away again. Or... tried to. His orbing wasn't happening. He could still feel the power but it was like it was trapped under his skin and he redoubled his efforts to get free. All of the fighting only served to work him up even more, an anger in him that he never had a chance or felt safe enough to express further than his words or motions. With his family, Chris would never hurt them no matter the frustration, but here was someone fighting back and Chris had no compunctions against retaliating.

"What the hell did you do?" His orbs being stunted had to have something to do with what Cole had chanted before he moved, some kind of demonic magic suppressing him. Without his hands free either, Chris didn't have his telekinesis to get some kind of upper edge. It rankled. "Let me go and maybe I'll even answer that."

Having Chris struggle underneath him was a joy. He wanted to see how he would try to get out of this without the use of the magic he was most reliant on. Cole had seen Chris's body and knew that he wasn't physically strong enough to take him out, so he knew he'd have to try something else. Maybe a spell? It didn't matter either way, but Cole was eager to find out.

"A spell to temporarily block you from orbing. You didn't forget that demons can cast spells too, did you?" He let out a laugh and positioned himself more comfortably on top of Chris, keeping him pinned to the ground easily. This was almost too easy, but Cole didn't budge. "You'll answer me right where you are, pet. As fun as this is, you're not going to win, so why fight me when you want to fight your father for reassigning you in the first place. You know that this is his fault that you're in this position in the first place."

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There wasn't much Chris could do with his face to the floor and Cole so firmly holding him down. The most he could do was flail and struggle, try to make note of any break in Cole's stance where he could take advantage. Chances were he wouldn't find any, but this wasn't something he would give up on just like that.

Chris paused momentarily in the struggle as the words sunk in. He grimaced, fought it further. His brain was twisting and in the anger he didn't know where to turn it anymore. He needed an outlet and Cole was doing the opposite of letting him air his frustrations, trying to hold him still until it all seeped back inside. "I..." He sighed, a frustrated and powerful noise. "I scattered his orbs. The valkyries, they were willing to help me out and let me send him there."

"Mm, I like it. Very devious of you, Chris." He was actually impressed by Chris's ingenuity. It got Leo out of his hair, at least for a short while, and nobody could truly pin it on Chris since it would seem the valkyries did it on their own. Of course, there were a few flaws, but Cole would see about shoring those up to help get Leo off his back. "The question now is how did you get the valkyries to assist you."

Cole gave Chris a quick kiss on the cheek before he shimmered away back onto his throne watching to see how Chris would respond next. "You're very angry at your father, pet. Would you like me to help you vent that anger properly? I told you that I'd help in any way and I don't think yelling about it will do you any good."

As soon as Cole was gone, Chris overextended with the weight missing on top of him and rolled over with a thump. He groaned, then moved to his feet and glared over at Cole. He didn't appreciate being messed with at the best of times, but now he was stuck in the caverns with him and had little recourse to get his anger out. Not only that, but he was prying into secrets about the future that Chris would rather not get into, such as the fact that the valkyries had considered Wyatt's takeover a battle as pressing as Ragnarok and been decimated in the attempt.

"We knew each other in the future, all right? They know what I'm doing is a good cause," he explained defensively. He looked at Cole in obvious wariness for the offer. "How exactly do you plan on helping?"

At Chris rolling over, he smiled slightly, covering it with his hand as he slouched on his throne and kept his eyes on Chris. Since the valkyries were a future thing, he was going to drop that subject line. Instead, he'd focus on Chris's anger. There was one way to make things better and he stood up, taking a few steps towards Chris calmly, hands going into his pockets.

"I'm going to give you an outlet for your anger, pet. A much better way to deal with it than shouting and feeling like you can't change a thing." He kept his eyes on Chris and smiled before starting another spell. "Fieri patiantur faciem patris mei, qui in id facere non vult audire vocem meam."

And just like that, Cole changed into Leo, black demonic robes turning into the gold Elder robes Leo now wore and Cole's body language changed from predatory to something gentler, more serene. "I'm the one you want to yell at. Isn't that right, Chris?" And his voice had changed along with his appearance, sounding just like Leo's.

When Cole came closer, Chris didn't move. He wasn't threatened, but he was definitely unsure of what the half-demon planned to do after that tackle. This whole thing was out of his depth, the insistence on closeness and now apparently trying to help out. When Cole glamored himself into Leo of all people, Chris started to back up with an obvious and angry expression clear on his face.

"That's not funny!" This was some kind of joke at his expense and Chris didn't like it at all. Taking Leo's face had to have been a trick of some sort, something to poke at his own insecurities and inability to fight back. That was always his problem. Even against Wyatt, he'd taken the route of least resistance because Chris simply couldn't take his brother head on. Any of his family, really. To be presented with the very object of his frustration and not being able to make any sort of impact was nothing short of a dig. "Just change back, that's not helpful."

"It's not meant to be funny," he replied easily. Cole wanted to push Chris to the point where he could do something against his family, starting with the one Chris seemed to truly hate. He stepped forward some more, cutting the distance between them. "I'm doing this to help you. You're angry and you feel like you're stuck in a position where you can't do anything. I'm just giving you an outlet where you can release your anger safely and give you some control in your life."

"After all, I'm the one that reassigned you from the sisters," Cole said, starting to work on pushing Chris to proper levels of anger. "It doesn't matter if you're here from the future. I don't trust you and I don't want you around my family. No matter what you do, you're not going to be allowed to stay on as the sisters' whitelighter and you won't get the chance to save the future."

No longer appreciating the closing space separating them, Chris stepped back more. He was not going to rage against someone with Leo's face, especially not Cole. No matter the actual danger that Cole posed, he knew that his feelings couldn't be controlled and putting a stop to Belthazor's rule was going to be up to someone else. Still he insisted on pushing Chris's buttons in a way he didn't dare feel safe retaliating in.

He shook his head vehemently, putting a hand up to ward Cole away. "Stop it," he said forcefully. "You're not Leo, and I'm not going to do this. What do you want me to do, vanquish you?" This wasn't going to go anywhere good. No matter what, Chris wasn't going to attack someone without enough reason. Working off his own frustration didn't count.

Cole let out a sharp laugh and stepped closer once more. It was amusing to Cole that Chris thought that he would have the chance to vanquish him when even the sisters with the Power of Three couldn't. There was no fear of Chris causing any permanent damage to him, let along vanquishing him, so he had to laugh. No, he was more focused on Chris letting that anger out in a much more satisfying way than shouting.

"No, I want you to let your anger out. You can't truly hurt me, so it's a much better way than just angrily shouting," Cole pointed out calmly to Chris, doing this probably to upset him even more. He didn't think of him as a threat, so why should he be careful about this if Chris couldn't do any harm?

Chris took another step away. He didn't like this, any of this, hated the feeling boiling in his gut that almost wanted to carry through with what Cole was offering. The rest of him recoiled in fear and loyalty to his family, things he wouldn't let go of so easily just because Leo was being a dick to him. Physically lashing out in anger had never been his style, yet with the option to try it all he wanted to do was shrink away to avoid the heavy temptation.

"Now you're just being an ass," Chris said tightly. Insult to injury and all that. Coming from Leo's mouth, it was especially irritating and Chris wanted nothing to do with this anymore. "Give me my orbing back. I'm getting out of here."

There was no way that Cole was going to let Chris leave until he lashed out, so to better facilitate that, Cole surged forward, grabbed Chris and pushed him against the nearest wall, looking up at him since Leo was shorter. Chris couldn't orb his way out of this one and they both knew it. He was either going to give in or wait until Cole lost interest in this, which was looking more unlikely by the second.

"No, you're going to attack me. Come on, Chris. Show me how angry you are," he ordered lightly, looking somewhat amused. "Let it out. You know you'll feel much better once it's done."

The position was eerily familiar twice over. The last time Leo had him by the metaphorical scruff, it was with violence in mind. Once Chris got out of it thanks to the sisters while the second... well, the cabinet hadn't been as lucky that time. He grimaced, unable to help the surge of anger and accompanying anger at Leo for giving up every whitelighter tenet just for little ol' Chris. Just because he was something Leo didn't understand didn't give him the right...

Unable to help it, Chris pushed hard and shoved Cole off him. His shoulders had hunched up in expectation of a confrontation. "Don't touch me," he said vehemently. The longer Cole insisted on wearing Leo's face, the easier it was to associate the moment with everything Leo was doing to block him from his job.

That was much better. Cole was pushed back by Chris and moved back to corner him, explicitly not touching him yet. He could see this was getting to him and he wanted to do more. This was the tipping point and with the right move Cole could get Chris to go all the way and finally attack him just like he wanted.

"Why not? It's not like you can stop me," he said, hand moving to rest on his shoulder and gripping tight enough to stay put. Cole wasn't planning on hurting Chris, but instead nudging him closer and point to the point where he would fall apart. "You could never stop me. What makes you think that'd change now?"

When Cole laid his hand on Chris's shoulder, he shrugged hard and tried to push him away with his forearm. This was not helping his agitation, his scarily heightened need to do something physical to get this to go away. He couldn't understand where it was coming from, just that it was there and fighting to get out. He didn't like it, it was a terrible feeling and he wanted it to go away.

Whether or not his attempt to dislodge worked, Chris was going to try and move away, stalk to another part of the room if only Cole would let him. "Because you're not Leo, and Cole said he was here to help!" he said pointedly. No matter which way he sliced it, this wasn't going to work for him.

He wasn't going to let him go, that much was certain. When Chris tried to move away, Cole used his hand on his shoulder and slammed him against the wall, making him stay put at least until Cole was sure he was ready to attack. They were getting so close to Chris snapping and attacking that letting him escape his grasp now would only put them back a step.

"Then let it out. Release your anger and attack me," he ordered sharply, forcing all of that controlling magic into his words. Cole was going to make this happen, even if he had to drag it out while Chris fought every step of the way. "You know this is the only way you'll be allowed to get your orbing back and leave, so just do it."

Anger began to cloud his mind in a haze, oil coating his thoughts and seeping in deeper where he couldn't tell one thing from another and his mind slipped away from being under his own control. As the dam buckled under the power of Cole's command, Chris moved and swung straight for Cole's face. His hand then shot out and he tossed him with telekinesis all the way across the room with a force he had yet to dare use in the past.

"Shut up!" he yelled. Wherever Cole landed, he was stalking his way closer, anger contorting his features and clearly taking over where his rational thought had fled. He made a grab for the front of Cole's robe, arm raised to go for another strike. He paused in the motion, hesitated, a struggle inside where his last bit of resistance camped out. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Cole could have avoided the move that threw him across the room, but he was playing as Leo and that meant pretending that he couldn't just orb out of the way.Instead, he flew back and hit the ground with a loud grunt, pulled himself up with a grin on his face. This was what he wanted and he was overjoyed that Chris has finally let himself go, even if it had involved Cole pushing him to his limit. Perhaps in the future, he'd be able to train Chris into doing this naturally. Until then, he didn't mind forcing it out of it.

"You know I'm not going to stop," Cole responded, not even trying to pull himself out of Chris's grip on his robe. Chris needed this and Cole was going to drag out all of this anger until there was nothing left and his pet would finally feel better. "Who do you think I am? Tell me."

His thoughts weren't even his own anymore. As long as Chris kept holding back, there would be no end to this. He had to fight back, had to do something to make him shut up. Any other options had fled: his orbing was gone, he kept getting cornered, he was stuck in an unfamiliar part of the Underworld and had nowhere to go on foot. Everything was trapping him in this one moment and the longer he was here, the longer he wanted it. This opportunity to make the Leo-like voice in his head finally shut up.

Still.

Something about that question threw him off. He shook his head, trying to fight out of the thick fog and the molasses. Who was this? This was... this was Leo. No one else could make him this angry without trying, no one else had the audacity to keep pushing his buttons until he snapped. It had to be. "Leo," he said, voice hesitant where his mind was further from his control.

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