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[student_lighter]

Chris had replicated a pen and padd of paper--it just felt weird to work on spells on a PADD and he couldn't afford distractions. Trying to help Trever last night hadn't gone well, but hopefully he'd show up today for their 'date' AKA the only way he could get the man to sit with him and brainstorm about how to break whatever magic had hold of him.

So, Chris was in Ten Forward, a couple of pieces of paper spread over the table, each containing a different spell or potion, or some combination of the two. He had a couple different spells and potions for sleeping, a spell to discourage a lover and remove gods from mortals that he had found in the Warren Book of Shadows. But he was still concerned with how any magic he did might react with the magic already working on Trever.

Chris bit his pen, and twirled it between his fingers, frustrated. Maybe he could find a leprechaun? They could use a little luck.

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[bob_fraser_rcmp]

"Problems with your love life, son?" Bob asked him, peering over him.

[student_lighter]

Chris took the pen out of his mouth and offered the man a hand. "You mean besides the fact that I don't have one? No, this is for a Charge. I'm Chris, by the way." He added, eyeing the man--err ghost. Good to know they have those here. Interesting.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

He looked at his hand and reached out. It took concentration to do that and not something he's inclined to usually invest in.

"Well, I'm taken, son, so I can't help you there," he joked. "Bob Fraser."

He thought about the odd phrase. 'Charge'. "You a probation officer, son?"

[student_lighter]

"Actually I have an uncle that's a probation officer. As for me....kind of? I'm kind of a guardian angel. And, um....do you know you're dead?" Because, well, if he could see the guy, that usually meant he had some kind of unfinished business. Or this Q was just being a jackass.

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

"That's the kind of thing you don't miss," he replied grumpily, though more at the idea he wouldn't have noticed than the reminder of his death. He's never been shy about being dead.

And it was Q. Any unfinished he had (which you could argue he did but in the who didn't kind of way) was certainly not in space hundreds of years after he died. Well, he could help Prim, he thought, but that's new business.

"What does 'kind of a guardian angel' mean?" he asked, genuinely interested.

[student_lighter]

"Usually, although you'd be surprised how many people deny it, or can't bring themselves to accept it. Do you know why you're a ghost? I mean, shouldn't you be moving on? And can everyone see you? Or just me?"

Chris shrugged, moving aside some of the pieces of paper. "My father was a whitelighter--that's the guardian angel part. My mother was a witch. So, I'm sort of half and half. "

[bob_fraser_rcmp]

"I'm fine, son," he assured him, feeling as if he'd become a 'problem to solve' for this kid. All very fast. "I don't know how it works. But I think it's a will thing. I don't know. It takes a bit of practice. As for moving on, I had."

He shrugged. "I don't... you know, settle very well." That's really all the answer he had. Caroline understood it more than he ever did. Of course, she'd been dead longer.

"Well, I won't understand I know what that really means, son, but fair enough."

[notalwaysstrong]

Limping into Ten Forward is one Mack Gerhardt. A common sight in the gyms and holodecks, Mack looks a little worse for wear this time, although he seems to be coping with it fine.

There's a limp in his right leg as he approaches the replicator, ordering something to eat, and coffee, and then making his way over to a chair and sinking down, groaning, extending his right leg to stretch the muscle out, eyes closing as he tries to relax it.

[student_lighter]

Chris's eyes went to the man limping over to the replicator. Charge? Charge. Dammit, how many of these did he have here? Well one thing was for sure, Chris didn't like it that the man was limping. Leaving the spells and potion info on the table, he got up and went over to the man.

"Here, let me help." Chris paused, watching the man, before he reached over to try and help work his leg muscles, digging in with his fingers.

[notalwaysstrong]

Mack is pulled from his relaxing by a voice, and he sits up, pulling back.

"Hey, hey! Woah." He tugs his leg away, wincing slightly. "The hell're you doin'"?

[student_lighter]

"Trying to help." He might not actually know how to heal, but he knew how to stretch out and massage a muscle. Getting hit constantly by demons and warlocks would do that.

"Just relax." Chris answered, wondering if he was going to have to come out with the 'hey, i'm Chris, I'm your Whitelighter' or if he could just be kinda vague about it.

[notalwaysstrong]

"I'm fine." And Mack was about ten seconds from socking this kid in the jaw if he tried touching him again. "Who the hell are you?"

[student_lighter]

"Riiight. You're fine. That's why your limping. Naturally." Chris rolled his eyes and sighed. Guess not.

"I'm you're guardian angel." And then he put up his hands. "I'm not being flippant. Really. You're one of my charges. And no, I don't have a choice, no I can't just leave you alone. So, why don't you tell me what you did to your leg and then we can work on your 'i'm fine' issues."

[notalwaysstrong]

"Guardian angel?" Excuse this incredulous tone, Chris. He's just a mortal.

But this guy is pinging Mack in all the wrong ways. He sits up, grunting.

"Pulled it in the holodeck." He says, "Parrises Squares, nothing serious."

[decker_unit]

"Those look interesting."

A voice from behind Chris remarks, Capt. Will Decker stood there, looking over at the paper.

"Forgive me, I hope I'm not intruding."

He has a plate of food and a drink in his hands, and was looking for a place to sit down and eat when Chris caught his eye.

[student_lighter]

"No, not at all." Chris gestured to the empty seat opposite him. "Please, sit. I'm just waiting for someone whose probably not going to show up anyway."

Chris moved the papers out of the way so the other man could sit and eat.

[decker_unit]

"Thank you."

And Decker does sit. He's still in his uniform, as antiquated as it is. It doesn't feel right to be on a Federation vessel without one... Let alone the Enterprise.

"Captain Will Decker." He offers, holding out his hand once he's set his plates down. "A pleasure."

[student_lighter]

Chris isn't anyone to talk. He's still in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Chris Halliwell. Nice to meet you. Been kidnapped long?"

[decker_unit]

"About a month." Decker comments, sitting back in his chair. "How far out are you?"

[student_lighter]

"2004. Or 2026. I went back in time before this all happened. But I've only been here a little while."

[decker_unit]

"I'm only about 100 years out myself. 2270s." He's not going into much detail, not really wanting to damage the timeline more, assuming Chris was from his timeline. "I can only imagine the culture shock for you. It's strange for me."

A pause, he takes a sip of his drink.

"You're used to time travel?"

[engineermage]

And there "Trever" is. He's minus the cat - which is good (right?) - and he seems to be in a relatively good mood for a guy who was wandering around all night. In fact he looks down right well rested as if he hadn't been wandering around all night.

Bastard.

When he spots Chris he gives the guy a wave and a smile before getting a cup of tea and an order of toast and eggs. Once breakfast was got he came over to Chris and said - chipperly, "Good morning!"

[student_lighter]

"Hey. You're in a good mood. And you look better than I would if I'd been up all night. What did you down an entire pot of coffee before ordering that tea?"

Chris sorted through his papers, putting them in an order and different piles. "I have a couple different options for you." Chris headed right into it. He got the neurotic obsessiveness from his mother.

"I have a couple different sleeping spells and potions we could try. One of them might be able to override the magic you're already under. We could try to discourage the god, although, being a god we're probably not powerful enough.We could try to remove the god's influence over you. But I'm a little hesitant not knowing how my magic would interact with magic from your world. We might want to do small tests first before we go head one. "

He took a deep breath.

"What I think you should try first is a spell to remember your past life, see things from her perspective. Have you ever tried that before?"

[engineermage]

"When you're studying for your exams at university, you learn to be very good at staying up all night," Kale said sitting down across from him. Which is one hundred percent true.

Trever and his other relatives that went to university told him so.

"Also he's not here," Kale added, removing his gloves. He set them on the table before crumbling up his toast into his eggs. "Spells of that sort, as far as I know, work best with the actual individual involved. Might have to involve the Morrigan too, since she's the one in charge of my soul."

And Kale's not lying here - the consort also had a twin brother and both of them agreed to the reincarnation cycle. Kale just doesn't have any of the weird... side effects.

"Which past life? And no. It was really only a recent thing... maybe a few months or so since I found out."

[element_wizard]

Alec leaned over Chris' shoulder looking at his papers. He starts to read one of them quietly and haltingly out loud.

For the very briefest of moments the bells start ringing and then they suddenly cut off as if deciding they'd rather be elsewhere than wherever they were just then.

"Have a stalker?" he asked.