A Stabbing Is Not An Appropriate Birthday Present

[student_lighter]

Sickbay: [for Carson so our little whitelighter doesn't die.]

Chris ran toward the playpen. Gideon had vanished, no doubt staying invisible until he could make a move on Wyatt. He had to get the toddler out of here, or else all of his hard work was going to be for nothing. The trauma of Gideon's attempt to pierce his shield and kill him would turn him evil. And then, Chris's future was doomed. Well, it was already pretty much doomed. The world was a mess and his Wyatt wanted to kill Chris since his little brother didn't want to play 'take over the world' with him.

The Whitelighter-Witch ran, but was only able to take a handful of steps before Gideon materialized, his knife sinking in his abdomen. He watched the elder walk over and pick up his big little brother(time travel was so confusing) and orb away.

Chris fell the the attic floor, calling for his father, the older Whitelighter to help heal him, and go after Wyatt.He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, Chris was still on the floor.

But not the floor of the Halliwell Manor. But the Book was next to him. An old book, quite thick.

He tried to get up. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Chris tried to orb back to the manor, so his father could get to him. Instead, the Whitelighter-Witch just dematerialized in a flash of blue and white lights, and then materialized again in the same place.


"Anyone have a bandaid?"

[Sickbay: After the funtimez that is emergency surgery, OPEN]

Chris sat up in bed and looked around, for the first time getting a good handle on his surroundings. The Halliwell's Book of Shadow's was beside him. Good. At least no one had tried to walk away with it while he was unconscious.

This was.....not like any hospital he'd ever seen before. And it wasn't the Manor, Magic School or any plane he was familiar with. So...how did he get here? Did Gideon orb him here so he wouldn't be able to help Wyatt? Focusing for a minute, his eyes widened in alarm. Definitely a different plane. He couldn't feel his Mom and his Aunts. Or Leo. He had to hope that Leo would get to Wyatt. Save him. Chris would just have to get back as soon as he could. Well, bright side at least he wouldn't be in the same reality when he was born? Which was any minute now.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I can't be here right now."

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[student_lighter]

"Yeaaaaaah, alright you caught me." Chris's face was caught between a grimace at being caught and a laugh at being reminded of the 'sketchy handjob'.

"Ancestral. It's mirror of my family's magic. And for the record, I'd look great running down the hallway flashing my ass in a hospital gown," he added.

Actually rolling his eyes and bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes, he nodded. "Alright. I'll tell you if you tell me. I'm a witch. Half Witch, half Whitelighter. They're.....kind of guardian angel's for witches. What about you? How is it you know enough about magic to ask the right questions?"

[dust_of_life]

Fatima neatly perched herself on the foot of his biobed, crossing her legs. She had great legs and even when she wasn't trying, she somehow found herself showing them off.

Hardly the worst of her sins.

"While the whole 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' deal is fair," she said, "I think you may need to back up a bit and go a little slower for me. You're half witch? Like...green skin, I'll-get-you-my-pretty?" Her confusion was genuine. "Like...Morgana from the Camelot stories witch? Sorry, what does that mean, exactly?"

[student_lighter]

"Yeah actually that was a myth created by...well, one of my aunts actually. There was a time travel incident and Phoebe had a bit too much fun playing with the locals. And I'm not actually sure if Morgana was a witch or not. But, yeah. Basically. But without the green skin and children eating. Also, I don't melt."

Chris took a little bit of time to admire her legs as he tried to explain his heritage.

" Also Witches are good. Evil witches are actually called Warlocks. Both terms are gender neutral. What else can I answer for you?"

[dust_of_life]

"What is it that witches do, exactly?" she asked.

There were no witches in her world. They were just the stuff of stories. The real magic came from Mages, who were nothing like the stories at all. Fatima had never met one herself, but she was certain beyond any doubt that Arty had a contact or two among them. There was a sort of unspoken understanding that Mages and Cainites would just stay out of each other's way.

Damned if she could guess who'd win if it was otherwise.

[student_lighter]

"Their jobs mostly. Those with actual magical power and ability tend to be targeted by evil. My family's spend most of their lives fending off attacks. Our grandfather clock has been destroyed hundreds of times. I'm honestly not sure how they got it back together. Probably using magic. After that many demon attacks there probably wasn't that much left. But I'm probably not the best person to be giving you the history of magic on my plane. That's more of my dad's thing."

[dust_of_life]

Fatima could understand the grandfather clock thing. The Order had gone through something similar.

Well, okay. It had been Denise's bar that kept getting destroyed. But same basic principles. You build something, it gets busted. But you rebuild it anyway. If only to show the bad guys that they can't win.

She smiled slightly and nodded. "It's okay. I don't need the full history today. Just trying to understand."