tarotgal

Yeah, okay, it's actually somewhere between a drabble and a ficlet... I can't write short things. LOL
Thank you again, symphonyflute, for my birthday present this year. I'm glad I could return the favor. I hope you like it, at least as much as your virtual balloons!

Title: Birthday Drabble for symphonyflute
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Charmed (set waaaay after the series)
Spoilers: Season 6 spoilers… if you don’t know who Chris is, don’t read!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The WB owns, and I am not them.
Notes: Written for symphonyflute's birthday!


With a tissue bunched to his nose, Chris leaned over the stand where the Halliwell Book of Shadows was kept. He did not look up as he heard the familiar tinkling and saw the blue and white sparkles that indicated someone was orbing in just in front of him. The last thing he needed right now was a lecture from someone supposedly older and wiser.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, Chris. I thought we were going to go hit that demon lair?” Wyatt bounced a glowing, white orb in his hand impatiently. “Don’t tell me you’re actually starting to listen to Dad about reading up before heading out. These are lower-level demons. We’re more than a match for them.” He closed his hand around the glowing ball and squeezed it into nothingness.

“Uh-uh,” Chris answered, rubbing the tissue at his nose. “I thought I remembered a spell in here to rid a body of something unwanted…” He paused in his page-flipping and his hand tightened as he pressed the tissue harder to his nose. “huhh-Shooo! Uhhh-Shoo! Snff! And I’ve definitely got something unwanted. Snff! Snff! Extremely unwanted.”

Wyatt smirked and crossed his arms upon his chest. “Chris, I don’t think there’s a cure for a cold in that book or any other. Besides, performing a spell on yourself? You definitely couldn’t handle the payback for personal gain.”

“I’ll decide what I can or can’t han… handle.” Chris was thrown forward, into the stand, lower arm resting on the book. “hihhh-Choo! Snff! ahhh-hahShoo!” He cleared his throat and looked up at his older brother. “It’d be for the greater good. I sure as Hell can’t fight demons like this.” He straightened up as he rubbed his nose and orbed the tissue into the trashcan across the room.

Wyatt chuckled and went around the book. He waved a finger at it and it slammed shut. At losing his place, and his plan, Chris sighed. Wyatt put his arm around Chris’ shoulder. “It’s not a spell and it’s not a cure, but I think I might have something that will help.”

“An ancient magical object? Hehh-” He dug another tissue out of his pocket. “uhhh-Shoo!” He cleared his throat and sniffed again. The way he felt now, he wouldn’t even be above traveling back in time to try to head it off. “Or a potion?”

“A potion of sorts,” he said. Then he broke the news gently, “Mom’s tea.”

Chris groaned and rubbed at his forehead, brown bangs falling against the back of his hand. His mother’s might be strong enough to do the trick, but it would not be pleasant. In fact, he might have been better off with the repercussions from using a spell for personal gain.

He reached for the book again, but Wyatt laughed and held it closed with his free hand. “Hey, do you want to kick some demon ass today or not?” Wyatt asked as he directed Chris across the attic towards the door.

Chris grinned. “Well, you can’t do it without my help so I guess I’d better try it.”

“Wait… I wouldn’t go that far!” Wyatt said, letting go of his brother and giving him a playful shove towards the open attic door.

“Oh, I would. Race you down.” He orbed, leaving behind the words for his brother, only two years his senior, “Try to keep up, Old Man.”



Happy Birthday!!