Saviour

By Mellaithwen

Rating: K+

Genre: Action/Adventure/Angst

Disclaimer: As much as I want it, it's not mine.

Summary: When a demon attacks baby Wyatt, and Chris is the first to get to him, our young Whitelighter gets caught up in the crossfire.

Set during s6 after 'Prince Charmed'

Chapter 1, Attacked

"Because the only reason I came here is to keep Wyatt from turning evil." Chris said simply, forgetting for a moment who he was talking to.

"Turning evil?" Leo asked skeptically

"Don't you mean stopping evil from hurting him?" Paige put in her own ten cents.

Another lie

Chris thought to himself.

God they're gonna hate me.

"I didn't think you'd help me if you knew the truth. I knew you wouldn't. The evil from the future I came back to stop isn't a demon." He pauses, unsure. "It's Wyatt."

"You're lying." Piper said quickly.

Another lie. Another goddamn lie.

"No, I'm not. He's gonna grow up and terrorize people with his powers, take over, kill, even."

I should know. How many times have I been subject to his tantrums? How many times have I watched, convincing myself that my big brother was a force of good, to only have it thrown back into my face? Again and again and again.

Piper looked away.

"Why should we believe you after all the lies?" Leo asked, his tone serious.

"Because you have to."

"No, Chris. We don't, actually."

"Fine, then, don't. Either way, we need to save Wyatt now, and I'm the one who knows how to do it."

"Oh really? How?" Phoebe asked.

"The Order. They used their powers to turn him, to reverse his morality. See, he thinks bad is good now and good is bad. That's why his shield repelled you."

"So?"

You'd think being an Elder he might have caught on a little earlier…

"So; Wyatt brings his shield up around me. He thinks I'm a threat."

"Yeah, so do I."

Why won't that stupid penny drop already?

"Listen to me. They reversed his sense of morality." Chris said, his tone bordering a patronizing command. "That means his shield will protect him from you but not from me. Please, I'm the only one who can save him. Let me help."

"Chris, we don't need your help. I will get my son back and when I do, I don't want to see you anymore." Piper said with conviction, and Chris looked around the room desperately.

"I'm sorry." He said simply and orbed out, away from the glares.

The dark priest held up the scepter, his eyes menacing, his robes swaying as he gestured, his chest sticking out, appearing strong as the child guarded him. Powering up a ball of fire, ready to throw at the Charmed Ones.

Behind him, Chris orbed in, jumping through the shield, knocking the demon priest successfully to the ground, the priests own ball of fire consuming him. Chris rolled over, shielding himself from the combusting enemy.

All around them the remaining members of the cult took a breath and faded away, taking their chance to escape.

Inside of the force field, Chris got to his feet and without taking his eyes off of the little boy in front of him, Chris instructed the girls, standing outside of the shield warily.

"Pick up the scepter and point it at Wyatt."

"Trust me." Chris said, with as much meaning as he could emphasize, in the simple two word sentence that was asking for so much.

In silence, Piper picked up the scepter and pointed it at Wyatt. The baby's eyes glowed for a moment before returning to normal, the shield falling away.

Piper stepped forward, as Chris stepped aside, allowing the mother to pick up her son, and cautiously step back from the Whitelighter.

"How come he didn't raise his shield back up for you?" Paige asked, suspicion and curiosity lasing her tone, and Chris merely shook his head.

"I don't know. Looks like he trusts me now, at least."

Chris sighed as he flicked through the book. It was night, the only time he dared enter the Manor, especially now that Piper, Paige and Phoebe were ready to kill him at any given moment.

"You know, Chris, trust is a precious commodity. Once you lose it, it's pretty hard to get it back."

LikeI needed to be told that. He thought as he recalled Leo's oh-so-wise words.

The full moon shone in the background, its rays casting different lights to shine onto the attic floor through the windows that resembled stained glass.

Chris stopped for a moment, putting his pen and paper to rest on the stand next to the book, he took a step back and looked around the room, taking everything in, comparing it all to the images in his mind, images of the museum, images of how he had known it as a young boy, and images that stood before him. In all honesty, not a lot had changed.

There was box upon box of various items belonging to Halliwell's of the past and present, three tables, two of them stacked in the corner, and one of them held a map that was currently being used as a scrying table. There were different types of dining room chairs stacked in the corners, as well as junk the family had yet to throw out.

In his own future, or his past, his life when he had lived here, things hadn't been much different, though he recalled his mother deciding on a sudden spring clean and successfully getting rid of almost half of the useless items stored up here.

The museum, his present, only everyone else' future, was very different. The items had been discarded, anything that took up too much space, or took any of the glamour from the house was quickly gotten rid of, leaving only one or two empty boxes for decorative purposes.

He stepped closer to the book, touching it carefully as though it were precious glass. It belonged to him just as much as it belonged to Wyatt, and every other Halliwell of their generation, but of course, the twice-blessed child had taken it for himself as soon as he could.

Now, he had a chance, he had been chosen to do this, and he was so close to destroying everything he'd worked so hard to get, just because of the sisters insistence of not trusting him.

Not hard enough, clearly

He thought bitterly.

He had to try harder if he would have any chance of saving his big brother. He smiled. His big brother was a toddler, twenty odd years younger than himself.

As his thoughts dwelled on the child, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He listened carefully, and then he heard it, a barely audible creak. His heart lept into his throat and he carefully tip toed down the stairs to the attic, to the second floor landing, until he was standing directly outside of Wyatt's nursery.

"Wyatt?" Chris called, though he wasn't sure whether he expected an answer. He opened the door carefully, in case he had been imagining things, careful not to awaken the child, if he was still asleep.

There was a strong musky smell of burning, and over Wyatt's crib stood a demon, clad in black, a dark void swirling around him as he looked down. The darkness itself seemed to see Chris as a source of good, and thus an enemy. The demon span around, its black cloak billowing slightly, its deformed face staring at the young Whitelighter.

The demons head cocked to the side, and he hissed at Chris, before seeming to lick his lips. He shot his hand out and clutched it to his chest suddenly, and as soon as the demon had done so Chris felt himself flying forward.

Another demon shimmered in suddenly, and Chris took the distraction as a chance to fight back, he was no longer being pulled against his will and he flicked his wrist, the movement causing the second demon to fly into the wall, narrowly missing the hook that could have impaled him.

The demon quickly got up and pushed Chris into the furniture, the rocking chair breaking and falling around him. He got up once more to fight again, and the demon held its hands out suddenly, aiming to attack the first demon that had gotten the same idea of capturing Wyatt.

The red light filled Chris' body, as the second demon's powers shot out. Excruciating pain emitted from his every single cell. He dropped to his knees, his hands clutching his body as he started to fall, his face unable to find the strength to mask the complete surprise, something mirrored on his older brother's face.

There were footsteps behind him, and Chris felt a dark force keeping him still, electrodes shooting through his back, he saw another colt from the demons other hand shoot out and destroy the second demon.

The demon now had both hands on Chris and the young man from the future was unable to take it anymore and he let out the agonizing scream that tore through the walls of the Halliwell Manor.

He fell on his side and crouched into himself, desperate for the pain to go away, a small voice in the back of his head telling him to protect Wyatt

He can protect himself

He mentally replied to his own concern

He's just a baby...

And that much was true. All of his work would be for nothing if he just died, watching Wyatt be turned. The small bickering was keeping his mind off of the pain, and the warm feeling that was quickly spreading across his back and front, but he knew he had to do something, he couldn't just stand by and watch, but everything hurt so much, and the darkness in the corner of his eyes was so inviting, so very welcoming...

TBC

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