Title: What Shall Set You Free?

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Words: I aimed for 1,500, but it's a bit longer.

Summary: The charmed ones are tired of their whitelighter's evasiveness. They create a new spell to get answers from him and get far more than they were expecting.

A.N.: I am sorry if there's ooc-ness going on in this and my other drabbles. I actually just started watching Charmed (I know, I'm weird), so I haven't seen Chris or the sisters after season 3. I have, however, been reading all the Chris-Revelation fics that I can find. They're just so full of yummy angst. So anyways, enjoy.

"Wh-What?" He was falling, a marionette with cut strings. The powder Paige had thrown in his face smelled of thyme and cinnamon. It was gritty in his eyes as he blinked and it burned beneath his lids. This was not a spell he was familiar with, not one he had read from the book of shadows. His own magic battered uselessly against the words that were winding around in his mind. Not even all his vast knowledge could make him a match to the Charmed Ones inventiveness.

He expected oblivion to envelope him as the three sisters finished chanting. Instead he could feel the carpet beneath him and he could see the white ceiling over head. He couldn't blink away the grains that itched in his eye, he couldn't rearrange his limbs from the awkward position they were in, and he couldn't even focus on Piper as she leaned into his line of sight.

"It's a truth spell." She said, her smug smiled blurred out of view again. "You have to answer all of our questions now. No more lying, no more tricks, and no more of your damned 'future consequences.' Do you understand?"

"Yes." His own voice sounded odd, emotionless and without the clipped professionalism he tried to maintain around the witches. How could they do something so vile to him? He was-No, he wasn't anything to them. Rationally he knew that he shouldn't have been surprised that they would cast such a spell on someone they had no inclination to trust, on someone that they hated. He shouldn't have been surprised that they would do something so selfish with their power, after all he had seen how frivolous and petty they were with their gifts. He shouldn't have been surprised at all, but that didn't stop the hurt that blossomed in his chest.

"Are you here to hurt Wyatt?"

"No." He shoved the pain down. It was harder to push aside the rage at their carelessness. What if a demon attacked while they were wasting their energy on him?

"Are you here to steal Wyatt's or our power?"

"No." He had to focus. He had to undo the spell and get back to his mission. The questions Piper was asking weren't important, but that didn't mean she wouldn't move on to things that they, that she, couldn't know. It would be much more difficult to get their cooperation if they knew the truth. He reached for his magic, unsurprised when he was unable to orb away.

"Is what you told us about the future true?"

"Yes." His eyes hurt, the spell wasn't letting him close them at all. They weren't even watering the way they should in response to what felt like sand. Venom laced sarcasm flitted through him, wasn't he so fortunate that they had left him able to breathe?

"My son turns evil?"

"….." Chris's attention returned to the interrogation that had been going on between Piper and his unresponsive body. That question had not received an answer; there was something different about that question. He felt a hand grab his collar and his m-Piper was in view again.

"I knew it, you liar! You god-damned-"

Phoebe spoke up from somewhere out of sight, "Does Wyatt become evil?"

"Yes." There was the answer they wanted, or rather, didn't want. His head thumped the carpet as Piper hissed and shoved him down.

"He can't lie to us Piper." Phoebe again, "and I don't think the spell recognizes questions that depend on your inflection." Interesting. Chris wondered why they had created a whole new spell rather than use the ones already in the book. The answer was easy enough to reach. The spells already in the book didn't give them enough control, they didn't prevent him from leaving. The girls had wanted to ensure that he couldn't flee from the violation.

"Were you sent back to stop Wyatt from turning evil?"

"Yes."

"Why you? Why not someone who means something to Wyatt?" No, no, no. She couldn't ask that question. That question hurt. 'Someone who means something to Wyatt.' Even when they were enemies he had meant something to his brother.

"Yes or no questions." Paige reminded.

"Is there a reason you were sent back, rather than someone else?"

"Yes." He knew the most about the family and their history. He was the only one who would bother protecting Wyatt rather than killing him for what he would become. He had insisted and gotten his way, because loyalty in the future meant something.

"You have a-" Piper paused and Chris could imagine her face as she reworded her thoughts. "Do you have a connection to Wyatt?"

"Yes." Hopelessly he fought the spell. He fought to blink the dust from his eyes, fought to silence the yeas and nays that were forced from his lips.

"Were you his friend?"

"No."

Again the string of questions hit a snag. The response had surprised Chris as well. He had always considered Wyatt his friend, his best friend even. They were brothers, he supposed that made them closer than friends.

"Why would he share so many secrets with someone who wasn't a friend?" Piper sounded incredulous and frustrated. Chris almost wished that he could feel sorrow for her struggle. "Did you use magic or something to get the information?"

"No."

"He knows more than that. More than even a spell could get him." Phoebe, or Paige spoke, the witchlighter was having a hard time following where they were in the room.

"Why would my son reveal our secrets to a stranger?"

Phoebe was in sight now, at least he thought it was her. His vision was blurry and pain was stabbing through his eyes, he could hardly see her. "Were you and Wyatt lovers?"

"No." If he were able, Chris would have choked at that question. Maybe he had nothing to worry about, the witches seemed incapable of putting facts together.

"Are you related to-"

"Paige! Why would you ask that?" Phoebe's outraged voice faded as she moved away again.

"Like you said, he knows things. Things that we wouldn't tell our friends, that we wouldn't tell our lovers."

Piper bent close to him, her voice intent as she spoke, "Are you related to us?"

"Yes." His anger was back. He hadn't wanted them to find out. Not that way and not any way.

"Oh God, oh God."

"But. That can't be, you…" Piper trailed off. He could feel her gaze piercing into him as she took a breath and asked. "Are you Wyatt's brother?"

"Yes." The spell ripped the truth from him before he had the chance to analyze her tone.

"Are you my son?" Piper asked, her voice was softer and lacked the demand that had been in all her other questions.

"Yes." Absurdly, he was glad that he couldn't turn his head, glad that the magic of the Charmed Three prevented him from seeing the emotions warring through her. Chris had imagined telling them many times since he came to the past. It was all too raw for him. But now, with their magic controlling him, all he could do was answer. It was easier for him, in a way. He could focus on the searing in his eyes and push away the mental anguish, he didn't have to pay attention to the sudden distress in his mother's voice.

"Nonono, that isn't possible." She said. "You can't be, I would have known. I would have recognized." She sobbed twice, "Why didn't you tell me, tell us?" Piper had knelt next to him; he could feel her touch on his arm as it gripped his sleeve.

There was silence throughout the living room, save for a few more gasped sobs from the eldest charmed one. As much as he tried to ignore it, Chris couldn't help his reaction to his mother's pain. He wanted to hold on to his anger but it slipped away. The little boy that was inside him, the little boy that had seen her dead on the ground and felt the warmth of her blood, that boy wanted to hug her. He could handle it when she didn't like him, but her grief made it difficult to differentiate between Mom and Piper.

"We need to remove the spell." Phoebe's voice came from above his head, but his vision had blurred so badly that he couldn't see her above him.

"We can't." Phoebe said, "We have to wait for it to wear off." Chris mentally scoffed to himself. They had planned to sit there and interrogate him until they were satisfied, then just leave him until it wore off. The outrage was back, full force. His mo-, Piper's hand continued to grip his arm, the other touched his hair. Chris wished to wrench away from the touch and away from the apologies that she sobbed out. The spell kept him still. Why had they stopped their questions; what difference did it make that he was theirs? How could they be willing to violate a stranger but not their own blood.

I it was a while before the spell wore off. The first thing the witchlighter did was to slam his eyes shut and roll on his side. The pins and needles feeling exploded across his limbs and tears were gushing from beneath his lids. He shoved off the hands that were on him, reached for his powers, and disappeared in a cloud of blue lights.

Coming Next

Title: A Blue Sweater

Words: 1,000plus

Summary: Victor doesn't have the blinders that his daughters have when it comes to Chris. He notices things about the younger man, like the fact that Chris wears a sweater. That sweater, if it wasn't so worn out and threadbare, would be identical to one that Victor has in his closet.