Chris had been feeling vaguely out of sorts for nearly a week. Like something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had tried calling Savannah a few times, but she hadn't answered and he didn't want to leave messages and worry her.

At the moment, he was attempting to cook dinner. He... had not inherited his mother's cooking

Chris spent his morning packing up boxes and orbing them to San Francisco. Eventually he returned to Fandom, surveyed the room, and realized that everything left belonged to Summer. It was so weird to look around the half empty room that had been his home away from home for two and a half years.

He made some handwavy calls to let folks know he ( Read more... )

Chris was not prepared to come face to face with an evil incarnation of his brother in any universe. And the thought that this might someday be his Wyatt made it that much worse.

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Chris was feeling better after Bianca finished stripping his powers. At least physically. And he was resigned to whatever she wanted given that he couldn't fight her. He groaned when he saw his friends approaching. Without his powers, he couldn't protect them and he knew that if they tried to interfere, Bianca would kill them with no compunction ( Read more... )

Chris felt bad about lying to Savannah, but he couldn't tell her the truth. He knew who Bianca was thanks to some lingering memories from one of his alternate universe selves. And he knew that wherever they were together, Wyatt was evil ( Read more... )

Chris walked out of J,GOB, carrying two coffees and a bag of pastries. He was debating if he should stop by Luke's and pick up a hot breakfast or not.

[For two. Broadcast is okay.]

Chris... hadn't had the best day yesterday.

Being infected by a Spider demon that wanted his aunt and turned him into her slave wasn't exactly his idea of a good time.

Especially when it led to his friends and his brother getting mixed up in the whole thing ( Read more... )

At some point during the night, Chris had changed back from a wee boy dressed in airplane pajamas to a teenage boy dressed in boxers and a t-shirt ( Read more... )

Summer had left for class and Chris was responsible for her robo-baby.

Pretty much the minute Summer walked out of the room, the baby started to cry. Chris bounced it, walked around the room, cooed at it - nothing seemed to work.

Summer was going to fail and it was going to be all his fault. He left a few frantic voicemails and tried not to flail ( Read more... )

Chris had been awake for something like 28 hours. The moment he received the letters from Lana, Wyatt and Savannah, he vowed not to rest until he got them all back. He was grateful that Wyatt and Savannah were at least together and he felt better knowing that Sam was keeping an eye on Lana. Mostly he was grateful to know where they all were and ( Read more... )