Chris Halliwell (Charmed) || come join with us in our rune tonight

Chapter 16

Prompted by: MariFive
Prompt: Hey :) ... I was wandering if you could write a Chris/reader Whit the 348: "You can't leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things."
I don't know why but I was thinking in the Marvel movies with this xD . Anyway whatever you write is going to be great , thanks you :)
Pairing: Chris/Reader

Originally published 06 January 2019

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"You can't leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things."

Chris doesn't say anything for a long moment; just looks down at the floor and wets his lips, sticks his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. A part of you can't help noticing just how messy and disheveled he looks, as if he's recently been in a fight.

Then he lifts his head, and his jade-green eyes meet yours. Even when you're at your full height he's still looking down at you—and a tiny voice in your head pipes up bemoaning the fact he's just over six feet tall.

You quickly squash it.

"I can't tell you," he finally says. "And even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. It's better for you if I leave you in the dark on this. Trust me."

You scoff and fold your arms over your chest. "Says who?"

He hesitates a second too long. "I can't tell you that. I'd be revealing too much."

You grit your teeth against a frustrated scream. "Come on, Chris, please. Just tell me."

A shadow crosses his expression, and he shakes his head. "I. Can't," he insists again, and for an instant his voice is lower, rougher than normal. Hearing that note in his voice sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"Why not?" You tilt your head back, jutting out your chin stubbornly, and fix him with a frustrated glare.

"Because knowing too much about me... my life... it'll put you in danger. And I don't—" Chris cuts himself off, glances away. You watch as he closes his eyes, inhales deeply; watch the movement of his chest falling as he exhales slowly. "Believe me, you're better off not knowing. Why can't you just trust me on this?"

"Because I hate people keeping secrets from me." You step closer to him, watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. "I don't care if knowing what you don't want me to know puts me in danger; I hate being deliberately kept in the dark. Especially by someone I'm close to, Chris." He's your friend (or maybe more; you haven't decided yet); friends aren't supposed to keep secrets from each other and whatever it is he's hiding... it sounds like a major secret.

Then something occurs to you. "It doesn't have anything to do with your job, does it?"

"What?" For a second he looks startled, caught off guard. Then the mask is back in place. "No, it doesn't have anything to do with my job." (He's a Registered Nurse, you know, at a local hospital—but you've also been with him the few times he goes in to help out at the nightclub P3 that his older brother Wyatt runs.)

You flash him a smirk, tilt your head and step further into his personal space. "Then I don't see why you can't tell me."

Chris tenses, shifts his weight as if he's going to step back but doesn't, and shakes his head. There's a look in his eyes you can't read. "I'm sorry, but I genuinely can't. Please, don't... don't ask me to tell you again."

There's the sudden sound of something dropping to the floor behind you, and you whirl around to find the source of the noise. It's one of your books, fallen off the end table in your living room.

You frown, momentarily confused. You're positive the book wasn't anywhere near close enough to the edge to fall off, so how...?

When you turn back, you find that Chris has somehow already gone. Vanished.

It's like he was never there.