Artwork Manip by PhoenixRaeDisclaimer: Charmed
& Buffy the Vampire Slayer
isn’t mine. I’m just borrowing Buffy Summers & Chris Perry from their creators.Summary: “A small part of me is still not a hundred percent prepared…” she said. “But you can’t stay in limbo forever…” he answered.PhoenixRae’s Notes:
This is my first try at an FFA. Please let me know what you think. For now it’s just a one-shot. Also the timeline’s a bit off; I can’t remember if the season Buffy moved from the WB to UPN was the same season Chris Perry became a regular on Charmed so for the sake of this fic, let’s just say that Buffy’s been hanging around in limbo for a while when Chris made his appearance. This may or may not remain a one-shot; I have an idea for another fic featuring this two leads, but we’ll see.PhoenixRae’s Beta: BluMisterie
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SO WE’RE DEAD?” CHRIS WAS HAVING a hard time believing what he was hearing. He disappeared right in front of his aunts at the Halliwell Manor only to end up here – a place between heaven and hell he assumed. He was wandering around looking for something or someone when he came across a pretty petite blonde seated by the stone steps. She looked a bit confused and bruised.
“I believe so,” shrugged the blonde whose name was Buffy Summers. She too was from California, but not from San Francisco like where he came from. She told him she was busy battling this demon goddess named Glorificus – or Glory for short – and the demon opened a portal that must be closed or all hell would break loose. “I think this place is kinda neat though.” She sounded chirpy about their current situation.
“Not really,” Chris replied.
Buffy frowned and looked at him. “Why not? You said it so yourself. You’re tired of trying to save the world or this future where you said you came from. Now that we’re dead, we don’t have to worry about that.”
“Do you really believe that? Wouldn’t you be worried about what will happen to your family? To your friends?” Chris was having a hard time coming into grips that he might not be conceived. If that happens then the future he came from was doomed to destruction.
Buffy was silent for a moment. She seemed to contemplate what he just said.
“I have faith in my friends,” she said with conviction. “They will continue to fight the good fight with or without me.”
“I wish I have that same faith you have.” Chris sighed.
Buffy frowned. “Turn that frown upside-down, Chris!” she pushed him lightly. “Sometimes we just have to put our faith and trust on other and hope for the best. If it’s our time to go, then it’s our time to go.”
“Wow, you sound like you’ve given this a helluva lot of thought.”
“I have.” she nodded, then looked away from him and stared at the horizon concealed by fog.
Chris could only make out bits and piece of what lay ahead of them; it was a journey he wasn’t prepared to take just yet. He caught a glimpse of green trees and white doves making soft, melodious, and enchanting sounds. It was Paradise.
“If you had given it a lot of thought and you’re already prepared to go take that next step, why are you still sitting here on the steps?”
Buffy didn’t answer him right away. Instead she pondered on what to say, remembering certain instances when she was still alive that she wasn’t prepared to let go just yet.
“A small part of me is still not a hundred percent prepared,” she admitted.
Chris knew what she meant. He too wasn’t prepared to crossover just yet. His mission wasn’t close to seeing completion; he was only halfway through getting his parents and aunts to help shape up the future.
“But you can’t stay in limbo forever, Buffy,” he pointed out.
Somehow Buffy didn’t believe that. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the handsome dark haired man with intense green eyes seated beside her on the stone steps leading to Paradise.
“But I am not yet prepared to crossover, Chris. I can hear them calling me. I can feel my mother’s presence welcoming me, but I can’t crossover. My friends and sister haven’t let me go yet.”
“I can feel my aunts mourning my disappearance. It still haunts me that I left the world of the living without fulfilling what I jumped time for to do, but sooner or later I know I have to make up my mind and crossover,” he explained. “Your friends and sister will have to learn to let you go. If you wait for them to do it, you’ll be stuck here forever. Do yourself and your friends a favour and do what you really feel is right. You said it so yourself that your mother’s calling for you already. Why not join her?”
Buffy reached over and cupped Chris’s face in the palm of her hand. Her thumb stroked his cheek, their eyes locked for the longest time.
“I think I’m ready now,” she said after a while. “Thank you, Chris, for keeping me company and helping me make my decision.” Buffy leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the young half Whitelighter and half Witch’s lips. “I hope you make up your mind soon. I’d really like to see you on the other side.” She smiled encouragingly.
Chris gave her a bashful smile and looked down. Buffy cupped his face now in both her hands and made him look back at her.
“I hope you make up your mind sooner,” she whispered.
Chris clamped his hands on her wrists; his eyes remained locked with hers. Why must fate be so cruel sometimes? He finally found someone whom he could talk to and who understand him, but they crossed paths in limbo.
“I’ll see you on the other side, Buffy,” he promised.
That was enough – for now. Buffy pulled his face for another kiss, this time she lingered a little while longer, feeling him respond to her kiss. She pulled away almost reluctantly and straightened up.
“Maybe in another place and another time our paths will cross,” she said before turning her back and walking towards the fog.
Chris watched from where he sat as the fog parted, revealing what he had already glimpsed from where he sat. He watched Buffy paused before taking another step forward. She turned and raised her hand to wave at him, but then her face changed from glee to shock. Chris didn’t know what caused her to look like that, but then he felt himself being pulled back and out of limbo.
He looked down and saw his body become see-through. He looked up and saw Buffy’s face one last time before he was wrenched out of limbo and back into the world of the living.
Chris didn’t see that the same thing happen to Buffy as well just before she took that final step to crossover…