Christopher Perry Halliwell was alone. He knew that when he stepped through the glowing portal to the past, glowing almost with hope for a better future. But the moment he took that step he was on his own, leaving his family and friends (what was left of them anyway) behind in a dark and desolate world of death and destruction. He knew logically he should not feel guilt for that- he was in the past to create a better future for them after all- but he couldn't help but feel so as he looked down at the beautiful city before him from the highest beam on the Golden Gate Bridge, knowing he had left his loved ones in a much more dangerous world.
He had been in the past for the better part of seven or eight months and it seemed that he was making no progress in finding who it was that had turned his brother evil. He was beginning to think his father had been wrong when he told him it was around this time that he had been turned. He almost chuckled at that thought. That would teach him to trust Leo, the man that had never been there for him, the man that had, intentionally or not, favoured his brother over him, the man that had failed to save Chris's mother. Chris had so much built up resentment for the man that he feared one day he would snap and take it out on past Leo. He almost found it funny that his father in the past did not treat him much differently than his father once had in the future, even though he had no inkling of who he was.
Chris could hardly bring himself to look at his mother. No, Piper, he reminded himself. Piper. Not mom. Every time he saw her he saw the kind, patient woman who had raised him, the woman who made him the best tomato soup in the entire world when he was sick, the woman that he let die while he could do nothing. He shook these thoughts from his head with a deep sigh. The day he started seeing the charmed ones as his family would be the day his mission would begin to fall apart. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing them look at him as their family, to care about him, only to lose them again when he went back to the future. Well, most of them. He would always have his Aunt Paige.
Paige had not died in the future like her sisters had, and that made Chris grow even closer to her than he had been before. She was always the easiest to talk to, never expecting too much, never making things more emotional and awkward for him than they needed to be. She understood him. At least, future Paige did. Past Paige simply tolerated him like the others, although she was a little more patient with him. That made it very difficult for him not to confide in her about these thoughts that were tearing him apart inside.
You'll never save your brother, you know that.
He's a lost cause, just like you.
Chris jumped slightly at these unexpected fears that had intruded his mind and left him feeling unsettled. It was then that he decided that he had spent enough time on the bridge; the place he always went to when he was feeling troubled. It seemed he was spending more and more time up there since arriving in the past. He orbed away, leaving no trace that he had been there in the first place other than the ominous laughter of an unknown entity lost in the wind.
A/N: Short start but it'll be a short story type thing of hopefully decent length with updates at least once a week. First ever fic so be nice and if you can review or even just like it that'd be amazing :D