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Bianca knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d have to patch Chris up after a run in with his brother. Although this had become a more frequent thing after the Resistance agreed Chris should go to the future to fix things.
Bianca sighed, reminiscent of before she had fell in love with Chris. She doesn’t regret leaving Wyatt to join the Resistance, but sometimes wonders how things could have been different.
Chris was shirtless, his back in front of her was covered in deep whip lashes. Lashes that Wyatt had given him. When Bianca had seen him, she almost cried out because of how lifeless he looked.
How dead he looked.
Bianca was no novice when it came to the history of the Charmed Ones, she was obsessed with it as a child. She knew that every Halliwell’s death happened eventually, and most of the bloodline died young.
And that’s what scared Bianca. Chris had been in more deadly situations than she could remember. Chris has always been risky when it came to missions, but he was also smart and thought out every plan.
Chris winched, and Bianca realized she’d pressed to hard into a wound. “Sorry,” she said and squeezed all of his blood into the murky water filled bowl. She stood up and walked over to the sink in the hotel room they were staying in under cover.
She heard him reposition himself and walked back over, and sat behind him. She wanted to say something about how this was getting out of hand. Of how Wyatt was a monster for doing this to him, for doing this to the world.
But she knew it’d only upset him. So she didn’t. She wondered how he could still have faith in Wyatt. Why was he still trying after everything he’d gone through?
He had told her bits and pieces of the things he’d endured. The countless hours of torture. Wyatt would starve him for days on end and then force feed him butter or an egg.
It was around that time that they’d met and it was around that time she had realized how evil Wyatt was. She’d only ever been taught to train, and protect who was seen fit.
She felt horrible about how much he’d gone through, but once Chris traveled back to the past and fixed things, they could finally have their happy ending.
She’d always been awestruck at the thought of marriage. Finding someone who you could spend the rest of your life with seemed delightful and so impossible at the same time.
She liked the idea of a big, white wedding with Chris. Hell, even a kid sounded kinda nice. They could grow old together and live happily.
“Hey, Bianca?” She jolted out of her thoughts and looked at him. He was looking at her with those big, green eyes of his. She loved those eyes. “Bianca?”
She realized how mushy she was being and told herself to stop. “Yeah, Chris?” She put the sponge in the dirty bowl and he pulled her hands towards him.
“Do ever regret meeting me?” She looked at him, surprised, which wasn’t done easily. She hated how he could do that.
“Excuse me?” How could he say something like that? After I’ll they’d been through, after all the battles they’ve fought together? “How could you- what would make you think that?”
Chris thought she’d react like this, which was why he was hesitant in the first place to even bring it up.
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He had just got done heaving nothing up when she walked in, Wyatt probably sent her in to clean, lazy ass.
They locked eyes and he hated how pitiful she looked at him, like he was some disgusting demon waiting to be vanquished.
She walked over to him, nose wrinkled up in disgust, towel in hand. She kneeled down and started cleaning, and he just felt so bad she had to deal with Wyatt’s antics.
He put his hand towards her, and she turned quickly and stared at him, hand at the ready to throw an energy ball towards him. “You shouldn’t have to clean that up. I made the mess.”
She looked at him, considering, before she cleaned up again. He sighed, no use reasoning with someone who wouldn’t even talk to you.
Once she was done, she walked towards the door leading out of the basement, before sighing and turned to him. “Why are you being friendly to me? Do you plan to manipulate me?”
He chucked, at least glad he had someone else’s voice in his head except Wyatt’s. “No, I don’t plan to manipulate you, but if you want to be just go ask my brother.”
She squinted at him, it was if she could read his mind. She walked a step more up, “Your brother is not manipulator. He’s a hero.”
She walked through the basement door and left him alone in silence. He hated silence, just gave him more time to think about every awful thing he knew Wyatt would do to him.
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The next time they met, Chris noticed something different about her, her lip was busted open and her eyes were darker, like she had accidentally seen something horrible that she wasn’t meant to see.
She had a bowl of water with her and she set it down next to Chris. She knelt down and watched him from far away. He looked down at the bowl of water and suspected that his brother probably put a potion in it.
“What, does my brother except me to drink like a dog?” She scoffed, looking away. He watched her for a moment before leaning back and grunting, catching her attention.
She tilted her head and stood up, walking towards him. She grabbed his jaw lightly and lifted it up. Her eyes widened and he guessed she had seen the hand marks Wyatt had probably left on him.
“Did my brother do that to you?” He said, gesturing his head towards her face. She frowned a little deeper and looked down, ashamed. He felt bad, he really did.
There was a shout from upstairs and she ran up the stairs. Maybe he could get her help, convince her how bad Wyatt could be, no, how bad he was.
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Wyatt walked in with the girl one day. Guess he was feeling kind. He walked over to Chris and knelt down. “How is my favorite brother doing?” I’m the only brother you have, idiot, he wanted to say. He didn’t, though.
Wyatt grabbed his hair and pulled on it, making Chris look up at him. “A shame you’ve decided to be so quiet. I brought a guest. Bianca!” The girl, Bianca he guessed, walked towards the two.
“Why don’t you give Chris here a little jolt?” She side glanced him before kneeling down to Chris and grabbing his arm, shocking him with a controlled energy ball.
He flinched and felt the fabric of his shirt crisp and burn his flesh. Wyatt smiled and looked at Bianca. “Again.”
She frown and zapped him again. He flinched again, feeling his skin sear and took in a sharp breath, trying to control his breathing.
Wyatt shoved Bianca backwards and she stumbled a bit. Chris wanted to stop him, he didn’t want this to happen to her. She didn’t smile happily when she zapped him.
“Are you ready to talk now, Chris?” Wyatt was a bastard. He enjoyed people suffering, he enjoyed Chris suffering. But Chris wouldn’t give in so easily. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“What a shame. I was really hoping you would.” He grabbed Chris’ jaw and banged his head against the wall. He did it again. And again. He did it until he thought Chris was unconscious and then left. Bianca stood there. She could smell Chris’ blood.
She didn’t want to leave him like this. It was pitiful and ugly looking. His blood was splattered against the cold stone walls of the basement. She teleported a rag into her hand and grabbed his bangs, slightly lifting his head so she could clean him.
Most of the blood was clotted up in his hair. She was almost done when a hand wrapped around her wrist. It was Chris’. His forehead covered in droplets of sweat, eyes distant.
She stared at him, ready to attack. He opened his lips and in a coarse voice, “Do you have any food?” She blinked. He wants her help? After what she just did to him?
She snapped her fingers and plucked a loaf of bread with a glass of water from the downstairs kitchen, hopefully no one would notice. He devoured the bread in a matter of minutes, he must’ve been starving. He gulped down the water as Bianca sat next to him, waiting for him to finish.
“Why did you ask for my help?” She needed to know. She was his enemy. He looked up at her, eyebrows raised. “Why did you help me?” She was a little surprised by his answer. Why did she help him? He was her enemy.
He sighed, and cracked his neck, winching. “But, um, thank you. For helping.” He was looking down, embarrassed that he was thanking the enemy for something. “My name is Chris Halliwell.” He extended his hand for her to shake.
She looked at his hand, wondering if this was a ploy to trick her. She shook his hand and introduced, “I’m Bianca.”
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They had gotten acquainted with each other by now. Bianca had told him everything she knew about his bloodline and Chris had told him every bad thing Wyatt had done to him.
Eventually they started feeling things for each other. A soft side of her, even she didn’t know existed opened up. And when Bianca was sent in to torture him or clean up after Wyatt’s messes, they had chats about how they could escape. Always afraid of the possibility Wyatt would find out about there little affair.
And one day, he did.
He brought her and threw her to the floor. Chris watched as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked. “Apparently you two have been having a little romance these last few days.”
He teleported a knife to his hand a put it near her throat, inches away. “No, we’re not! Whatever anyone’s said is a lie!” Bianca eyes flickered with sadness.
“If that’s so true, then I think you should prove it.” He let go of Bianca’s hair and handed her the knife. “Kill him.” She looked at him, fear flashing in her eyes before taking a step towards Chris.
He nodded and she knelt down, behind her Wyatt watched with curiosity, wondering if she’d actually do it. She put the knife above Chris’s heart and lifted her hand.
She then turned and fired a energy ball towards Wyatt, who dodged. She grabbed Chris’s hand and shimmered him to an old grave and the two fell. “Quick, teleported the knife away!” She did so and crawled towards him.
She hugged him tightly. They sat there for a moment, wondering if Wyatt would find them. Chris stood up and grabbed her hand, helping her up. “Are you okay?” She smiled, something she only did around him.
“I’m fine.” She wanted to kiss him, she hadn’t dared too before because of the risk Wyatt would catch them, but know she could.
“Chris, kiss me, please.” He grabbed her cheek and leaned, locking they’re lips together. She felt so warm, so good. They pulled apart and she laughed, happy that they were finally free.
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“How dare you say that!” She yelled at him, “I love you!” How could you ever say that?” She grabbed his neck and kissed him, hoping to prove her point.
He grabbed her arms and sighed. “I love you too, its just- you know you always leave right? I wouldn’t be mad or anything.” She looked into his eyes, filled with sorrow and regret.
“I would never leave you.” She was calmly down slowly, it was just hard for her to wrap her head around doing anything without him. “Even if Wyatt-“ She silenced him with another kiss.
“Even if your brother exploded the cosmos. I would hold your hand as it did.” He smiled, and they flopped down on the bed.
“You are what has made me good. You’ve let me the light. You’ve let me see your light.” He smiled and they wrapped their limbs together.
“That has to be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard from you.” She raised an eyebrow and he erupted into a fit of laughter. They fell asleep that night, glad to be alive. Together. Maybe they really could change the future.