Alright, here's a few facts that you need to know before the story starts.

-After his death, Chris didn't just fade away. He faded to up there.
-The general time frame is the tail end of season 7 *Death becomes them* and then goes into a season 8 complete rewrite.
-Everything in season 7 happened to the Halliwells except for everything in season 7 with Chris was with Melinda.
-Billie is still Paige's charge.
-Christy doesn't have as big a role in my story (nor should she have in actual Charmed lol) [instead of being kidnapped as a kid, she got murdered by the triad.
-This is definitely a Chrillie story so if you don't like it don't read.
-The Ultimate power is Chris and Billie
-Billie's first demon wasn't in 8x01 (She's been hunting for three months.)
- I do not own Charmed

Home. Noun. Four letters. One Syllable. It has been said that home is where the heart is. For Christopher Perry Halliwell, now known as Ben Hall- which means son from the man0r, home used to be so much more than a single syllable. Because once upon a time, he actually had a home. It was the safest, warmest place he'd ever known. Then his home got taken away as well as the inhabitance.

Once he traveled back, Chris began to believe no matter how far we roam, how long we travel, we end up where we begin because home is where the heart is. Now the empty nomad believes all the more because he left his heart in a Victorian home located at 1329 Prescott Street...

Leo: Hey. I'm here now. You can…hold on, okay? Hold on…hold on. I'm here. You can hold on, okay? Don't give up, okay?

Chris: You either.

The twenty-two year old's eyes shoot open and for a surreal moment, Ben thinks he's back on that bed with blood pooling beneath him and his father by his side. Panicking, he nearly screamed out for Leo but when he tried to push himself up off his bed he took in his surroundings. The warm hued environment of his parent's bedroom was long gone, replaced by the cold, sleek, modern styled bedroom.

Ben: Get a hold of yourself, Halliwe—Hall.

He curses himself for his almost slip up and untangles himself from his sheet cocoon. It'd been a year since he was "acclimated back into society" as the Elders put it. It'd been a year since he "died", Melinda Halliwell was born in his place, and they told him he actually erased himself in a round about way. Now he's a whitelighter with the assignment of discovering himself.

Chris: So what? I become a whitelighter as a reward with the string that I keep my distance from the Halliwells? That's not fair. They're my family, for Christ's sake!
Zola: Technically not.
Chris: What do you mean technically not?
Zola: I'm saying that at this very moment Melinda Christina Halliwell is being born. She's just like you… Well, except for the obvious differences.
Chris: Oh that's just great.
Zola: You got what you wanted. You saved Wyatt and gave your family a fighting chance.
Chris: I don't see why I can't stay on as their whitelighter then. I mean, the future's already changed anyway, right?
Zola: You're not ready for charges yet, Chris. To help others you've got to help yourself, first.

He remembers following their protocol and forming an identity for himself. The moment the elders let him reestablish himself on Earth, he snuck over to the Halliwell mansion to get a peek at the family and see if they were doing okay. From outside their window, he saw his mother holding Melinda in her arms with a smile on her face. She looked… peaceful.

And it was in that moment that he realized that baby has something that the baby version of himself wouldn't have had. Melinda Christina Halliwell has a fresh start. She won't merge with him at 22 and be forced to deal with the memories of his version of the future. She had a chance. They all did and he'd be worse than Lord Wyatt if he was selfish enough to squander it.

The thought of going for a run- more like trying to outrun his past- pops into his head and the thought quickly turns into action… But if there's one thing the whitelighter knew better than anything is that you can't keep running forever. Even the world's fastest man can't outrun his past… especially on the one year anniversary of leaving it behind.

Billie Jenkins isn't your typical college student. She wears the burden of a lonely life concealed with pretty clothes, a few sarcastic remarks, and a sunny disposition. To the rest of the world she's just Billie Jenkins but, to the innocents she saves, she's a hero.

She's also a witch… not that anyone knows it yet. With the powers of telekinesis in her arsenal, nothing's going to hold her back. Of course the lonely soul is bound to find out that she can't carry the weight of the world on her own. She's gonna need a little help.

As for right now, she's too stubborn to see. She's a firecracker ready to explode. Evil beware, the blonde bombshell just found her next victim- a level one demon attacking an innocent in a secluded area of the park.

The second his feet hit pavement, he took off in a dead sprint. As he moves aimlessly throughout the city, he feels like he's suffocating and imploding at the same time. He beats lightly on his chest, not stopping but realizing he's not getting air into his lungs. That's when another set of memories come his way.

Leo: So maybe you came back from the future not just to save Wyatt, maybe you came back to save us too.

He runs faster…
Paige: Not if it's gonna save one of my two favorite nephews.

…And faster…
Phoebe: You just go back to that beautiful, peaceful world that you helped create…I'm really gonna miss you.

…And faster…
Piper: Thank you for coming here. I love you…Now go on. Hurry. You be safe.

…And faster until his feet couldn't carry him anymore. Lying on the fresh cut grass with his heart slamming against his ribcage, he realizes that they're in his veins and he cannot get them out. As he lies there exploring their options, Ben hears the familiar sounds of battle.

Across the way, masked by a few hedges, the young whitelighter sees a girl with shoulder length black hair and bangs wearing a somewhat revealing tight black top dark leather skinny jeans, and stelleto boots that go to her knees. If his breath hadn't already escaped his chest, he assumes she'd of taken it away. When he sees another demon shimmer in behind the girl, he's quick to shout to her.

Ben: Get down!

Caught off guard by his presence the stubborn blonde doesn't ask questions and did what she was told. A fireball wizzes past her and collides with the first demon. Then, while still on the ground, Billie throws her athame straight into the chest of the surviving demon before he can shimmer. The moment he erupted into flames, Ben runs to her side.

Ben: Are you okay?
Billie: I'm fine! I could have handled myself, ya' know.
Ben: Oh right. You had them right where you wanted them. My mistake.
Billie: You know the whole heroics thing usually comes with a knight in shining armor, not a jerk with a sarcastic remark.
Ben: Fine, you've got the whole strong independent witch thing going for you… whatever. Just, at least, let me take a look at your arm.
Billie: Thanks but no thanks.
Ben: Wait.

He reaches out to grab her uninjured arm and the moment his fingers connect with her skin, an unexpected spark surges through his skin. It was a faint spark, stronger than a static shock but not enough to surge through the body. Judging by how fast she turns to look at him he's not the only one that felt it.

Billie: What the hell was that?
Ben: Maybe, we've got sparks… or maybe it's the universe telling you to let me take a look at your arm.

She exhales deeply and takes a step back towards him. An anxious Ben wonders what she's gonna do next when she holds her injured arm towards him in surrender. He asks her to follow him and leads her to a nearby bench and pulls off his shirt, tearing it to make a makeshift bandage that'll hold her until she gets someplace safe instead of actually healing her. After all he doesn't really know the extent of her magical background.

Ben: We'll use my shirt as a makeshift bandage.

He moves in such a casual way that that it's clear he's oblivious to the intoxicating effect he has on her. All she can do is sit there and incessantly tell herself to breathe and not stare at his abs or other features of his muscular physique.

Ben: I'm Ben by the way… Ben Hall.
Billie: I'm Billie.

As he's finishing up, he casually glances around them and realizes which bench their on, which side of the park their on, where exactly his feet took him. His eyes fall on the pillar and the statues and instantly burn with tears.

Bianca: Same reason you'd know I'd be waiting here. This is still our spot, isn't it?

His attention slowly returns to Billie as she eyes him taking in the paleness of his skin and look of sheer horror on his face.

Billie: Um… Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Ben: (whispering)You could say that again.
Billie: Excuse me?
Ben: I said you're all set. Nice meeting you, Billie. It's been uh… interesting.

She goes to say something when Ben orbs out, leaving her sitting alone on the park bench.

They say home is where the heart is. That may be true for some and for others it may not. Today marks the one year anniversary of the death of Christopher Perry Halliwell… It was also his birthday. He believed he left his heart in a house on Prescott Street. But if that were true… would it be beating out of his chest, right now? Would he have felt it ache when he saw her in danger or it literally skip a beat when he so much as brushed a hand against her skin? Some say home is where the heart is and now Ben Hall is not so sure.