Arriving
He stepped out of the portal and looked around with nostalgic eyes. He heard steps approaching the attic and then two voices could be heard. One was his mother's and the other his great-grandmother's. He felt his heart sank. No, he couldn't be weak now, but he had to get away, before he was busted, so he orbed away quickly.
He arrived at P3. Fortunately nobody was there so he closed his eyes and allowed himself few minutes for himself. His dead mother was there. He'd succeeded; he was in the past.. He slowly raised his head and searched for the old mirror in the back office. He examined his image. Though his skin was pale, it wasn't sick like. His face was handsome, but he wouldn't use that word. His dark hair was longer than the style there would allow so he lifted his hand and ran it through his hair glamouring it shorter. Okay, better. He looked young, but his dark green eyes show different. They had lots of years experience shining through them. Eyes of a warrior as Bianca said when they met. He looked down checking his clothes. They were black, dirty and they smelled. He grimaced a little, annoyed. He needed to find a magazine and find out what the fashion was there, so he wouldn't freak out the Charmed ones. It would be hard enough without it. After few minutes he found what he wanted and he glamoured some clothes onto himself.
He heard noises from the club and he orbed out quickly. The band for the night had arrived.
He found himself on the Golden Gate Bridge. He sat down and crossed his legs. He had to find out when he was exactly. He closed his eyes and projected himself to the Halliwell Manor. When he arrived he quickly murmured a spell hiding himself from the eyes of the Halliwells. He recognized this event immediately. It was Wyatt's wiccaning. All of the ghost and the livings said their blessing one after each other. He slowly walked next to his great-grams who held Wyatt in her arms. He lowered himself to have eye-contact with his younger brother.
"Be blessed, brother! I'm here" he kissed the little baby's forehead and stood back. The blond boy looked up with wide eyes and stared at the projection in front of him. When he touched the boy the connection between them immediately formed. That was what the little boy felt, too. Nobody noticed anything so he returned to his body, but before he did that he waved his hand at the little child and he smiled when the little kid lifted his hand trying to copy his moves.
When he opened his eyes he stared up at the clear sky. How strange was that? He was so young the last time he saw the sky so clear, so calm. He sighed sadly. He would change it. Not that! But the chaotic future where from he came. He, Christopher Perry Halliwell would do that. He just didn't know how he would do that.
Step by step of course. First he had to save Paige from the Titans. It will be difficult! He remembered how his mother cried every time when she told him about her. He liked the woman from those stories and he wanted her to live. Maybe the future would better if the power of three lived longer.
He had to save his father too. The only problem was that he didn't want to. It will be hard, but he had to do it right for Wyatt. Just for Wyatt.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. The Titans were coming. He could feel it in the air. A few days later Paige would feel it too. He just couldn't be too late. He pleaded and orbed away for the night.