Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I really wish I did . . . if I had . . . then I would have already had paid for all my stuff that I wanted. But sadly I don' . . . not Charmed, but Keres is mine . . . my precious . . . otay maybe too much LOTR reference there.

A quick in-depth summary:

A girl from Chris' past(future) lands in the 'Charmed Ones' time. But something happens and she doesn't really remember her complete past. She doesn't remember Chris for whom he is truly is. There is just more to them than just friendship. But she is here for a purpose, and they need to figure that out before she is killed.

From the Future to the Past . . . Problems are Always There.

She was running, she knew that she couldn't stop, the bad men were right behind her, when she slammed into a hard, none moving object. She bounced off of it, and landed hard on the ground. Looking up she saw that it was a young man. She quickly scrambled back away from him in fear, forgetting the sharp rocks until it was too late, and they cut into her hands.

"Easy," he said as he hunched down next to her. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"That's what they all said before they started to hurt those people," she replied, as she shot a glance around at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm someone who has been sent to help you," he replied, glancing up over her shoulder. "Are you injured?"

"I don't know," she answered, getting to her feet. "They hit me with this weird mojo stuff that knocked me down before I took off. I don't know if I'm hurt or not. I'm running on adrenaline right now, so I could be in pain and wouldn't know about it."

He nodded, while reaching out for her arm. "Come on, I'm taking you somewhere safe."

"Safe?" She quickly pulled her arm out of his reach. "How do I know that you're not one of them?"

"Cause I'm not." He took hold of her arm as the men spotted them. "Just relax." A serious of blue and white light shiney orb things surrounded them and she let out a gasp. "It's okay." Then they weren't in the alley anymore. She opened her eyes to find them in a club of some sort. "You'll be okay, here."

"Where is here?" she asked him, glancing around, as he reached behind the bar for something. "And who are you?" She backed away from him as he started for her. His eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her. "You are one of them." She turned and tried to run, only to stumble. She went down hard. Panicking, she did the only thing that came to her mind. She turned to face him and let her body do what it always did when she wanted to get away.

Chris watched in amazement, as she vanished in a flash of bright orange lights. "I knew she could do it," he muttered, as he reached out and stopped her from moving. She came crashing down to the floor in a gasp of pain and fear. "It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you, Keres."

Her head snapped up when he used her name. "How do you know me?" she asked, as her eyes grew wide in fear. "That's not possible." She began to back away from him only to freeze as pain went through her body. She let out a hiss, as she touched her leg. "Why? Why now? Why me?"

"It is time," he said coming up to her side. "Deep down you know that." He ran a hand along her leg, checking for damage. "It's not broken, but we need a White lighter to make sure it's not that bad."

At the mention of a White lighter, she tensed up underneath him. "No, they are evil, they kill people," she said softly, causing him to look at her. "You can't trust them."

He chuckled, as he gazed up at her. "Hon, I think you're thinking about Dark lighters. Totally different thing there." He ran a hand along her arm, trying to calm her. "They tend to try to kill off White lighters."

"Oh . . . " she replied, glancing up at him. "And that's what you are."

"Yeah, that's what I am," he answered looking around. "Come on. I know of a place that's safe."

"And here's not?"

"Ahh . . . " he shot a glance around to where they were at and then he shot her a look. She had put him in her place. "You could say that we are in a somewhat safe place." He reached out for her hand. "But to make you better, I need some help and that is somewhere else."

"That's safer?" She reluctantly placed her hand in his and gave him a questioning look.

"Yeah," he replied with a smirk. "You have to learn to trust me."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's gonna happen in this life time." He simply chuckled before the white and blue orbs came again and there weren't in the club anymore.


"Chrissy," a soft voice called, jerking a very young teenage Chris awake from a nap. He looked up to see a very young Keres standing next to him, a smile beaming across her face. "I did it. I finally did it. You want to see?"

Chris shot her a smile, as he sat up. "Sure," he replied, glancing at her. "Show me what you can do."

"Okay." She let out a sigh, as she closed her eyes and scrunched her face as she concentrated hard. Before Chris could say anything, she was gone in a flash of orange lights. Chris chuckled, as he glanced around the room, waiting for her to reappear.

"Way, cool," he muttered, as he glanced around only to realize that she hadn't come back, like he and Wyatt had when they had first learned to orbed. "Uh-oh." He quickly got to his feet. "Mom!" He headed out the door to get his mom to help find her.


Piper looked up the moment Chris and a young woman orbed into her kitchen. "Morning," Phoebe called to them, coming into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She nearly collided with the woman if Chris hadn't grabbed her and pulled her gently out of the way. "Hi, how are you?"

"Charmed," the woman said, as she glanced at the sisters. "Aren't they?"

"Yeah," Chris replied, as he gazed down at her. "Guys this is Keres, Keres this is Piper and Phoebe."

"Keres?" Phoebe asked him, glancing over at the young woman. She then shot her a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Keres shot her helper a look before she shot the Charmed Ones a look. "Are you sure about this?" she asked him, moving closer to his side. Chris shot her a small smile, as the energy between them began to crackle. "Some witches can't be trusted. They can turn us over."

Chris chuckled as the two Charmed Ones stopped what they were doing to turn and glance in his direction. "Awe, I'm sure," he replied, as he glanced down at her fingers. "Cause, they are "The Charmed Ones', the ultimate good ones, they won't turn anyone over to evil."

"Yeah, sure," Keres muttered, rolling her eyes and keeping an eye on the Charmed Ones. "I wouldn't put it past them. If they were out to take over the world, they could. He did. The whole, personal gain clause didn't stop him."

At her last statement, they all turned to glance at her. "He who?" Piper asked, dreading the moment she asked who the new girl Chris orbed in was talking about. "Tell us."

Keres shot her a harsh glare. "Or what, you'll freeze me?" she shot back. "I think I'll take my chances." She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table. " I like your house. It's really old." She then left the kitchen.

The two Charmed Ones turned at the Half-White lighter who was watching Keres and the moment he turned back to glance at them he frowned. "What?" he asked them, as he reached for a piece of fruit himself.

"She's one of you," Piper said, as she pointed a finger at him. "Isn't she? She's here to kill Wyatt!"

"Keres kill Wyatt!" Chris chuckled. "Not likely. That boy has more power in his pinky than she has in her entire body."

"So then why is she here?" they all asked him.

"Good question," Chris asked. He had some things to sort out before he told the entire back story to them about whom Keres really was. He shot them a look. "I better go talk to her and make sure she doesn't get into trouble." He then quickly exited the kitchen.

"Oh, that boy is hiding something," Piper muttered, causing the others to glance over at her. "I can just feel it."

"Of course, Piper," Phoebe replied, as she picked up the piece of fruit that got a flash of a younger Chris and what appeared to be a younger Keres. They both were laughing and having a good time. It looked like they were playing with a Frisbee in the park. She dropped the fruit and shot her sister a look. "There's more to them than they're letting on."

"Like?" Paige asked, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Like feelings and other personal stuff."

"Awe . . . that kind of stuff that he didn't want us to dig up." They turned toward the door when they heard raised voices. They all caught the slap and then a bright wave of orange lights and then Chris was alone. "Ooh, that didn't go good."

"No, it didn't," Chris replied, before shooting a glance at them. "I told you guys to leave it be." Then he was gone in a wave of orbs.

A/N: Welcome Keres . . . into the world of 'Charmed'.

More to come.

Curse it or Damn it... choice is up to you.