Disclaimer: I in no way own or claim to own Charmed. If I did Phoebe and Cole NEVER would have broken up LOL I merely do this for fun and to get it out of my brain. I am making no money off of this.
Notes: This is my first fanfiction ever so please be kind. I accept constructive criticism and any ideas people come up with. Thanks! Please no Flames!
Pairings: Main Phoebe/Cole and the normal pairings for the rest of the Charmed ones.
Beta: Raykushi is my beta thanks a lot Ray! Also if anyone who is knowledgeable about Charmed universe wants a beta job please PM me!
Summary: The future was all wrong. It wasnt supposed to be this way! Chris and Wyatt go back in time to fix the past and reunite their family. Phoebe and family find out how somethings are not always what they seems and how wrong they were about Cole. Two families are brought together by the two travels from the future. Cole/Phoebe mostly. AU
Chapter 1 The Future
The stars were so bright in the sky. Brightest ever seen in the history of man. They twinkled high in the heavens, but not in happiness, no, never in happiness in this world. They twinkled in sadness and despair as they looked down upon the tortured world below them. Cities that were once filled with life lay silent upon the land. When silence was too much, sound of screams, cries, and death echoed across the shattered earth and the broken buildings.
The world once filled with hope, happiness, and change had destroyed itself in prejudice, racism and fear. The magical world had been discovered and this time no one turned back time to stop it, no one erased the magic for the mortals' minds, and in acts of fear and desperation they chose to destroy the magic before it could destroy them. In doing so, they destroyed themselves.
What was once a proud culture that lived in secret was torn open like a wound, and the mortals ripped, slaughtered and killed, letting the blood of those they considered friends and family run through the cities. The Good and Evil of Magic in fear banded together to defend themselves. The demons that witches used to defend these mortals from became their only allies in the massacre. Battles were fought and wars raged across the land and one by one people died. It didn't matter if they were children or old, they were enemies. Enemies that have killed them or that would grow to kill them one day and so the two sides raged on with no care as to who died. The world became smaller as land became uninhabitable with the dropping of bombs upon the land and the people grew less as their populations were slaughtered. The once proud cities became tombs and silence became their noose as it tightened and suffocated them.
The Angel of Destiny and the fates cried for the magical and mortals they swore to watch over. This wasn't how it was suppose to end. Somewhere along the way the threads of life became tangled and what was once the planned course had unraveled. They knew that something had to be done because if the humans cease to exist then they would as well. The Angel of Destiny looked on as the humans in a final act of desperation fired their finals bombs up into the atmosphere. It was only a matter of time. The bombs would fall and the world would end. He looked down upon the ones who could change the course of the world. They were their last hope to save the future. With that final thought the Angel of Destiny disappeared in a shower of golden lights.
Down upon the earth sat two brothers. They held each other as they cried over the broken body of the man lying before them. The younger of the two reached forward with shaky hands; he tried in vain to heal the battered man before him. The dying man smiled up at the younger man through the tears and blood and took his hand gently. "Enough", he said, "Save your strength, I have been broken too long and the only person that could heal my body and soul has long since left this plane. I know it may seem selfish leaving you here but please, please let me join her."
The oldest pulled his younger brother back and smiled through his tears at the man. "It isn't selfish Ben. You more than anyone have done enough. Sleep and when you awaken it will be to our loved ones." The oldest strangled himself on his own words, betraying his thoughts. He didn't want the man to die, to leave them but he knew not to be selfish and he knew the man would not make it much longer.
The younger brother let out a strangled cry and held the dying man. "Don't, please! We need you! I need you!" he cried in anguish at the thought of the man leaving them alone.
The dying man smiled sadly and held the youngest brother as best as he could. "I will always be here, Chris. Never forget that. I love you both, always and forever." And with those final words the man gave his last breath and his eyes closed, never to open again. Chris screamed as he clutched the dead man close, crying at the heavens.
Wyatt closed his eyes and cried for the man before him, who gave his life to save them both. The death of his cousin flashed before his eyes. He saw the human who caught them unaware, the grenade landing on the ground in front of himself and Chris. The silence that followed, he was going to die. His only regret was Chris was going to die as well. The next thing he knew, he was being forcibly shimmered away and landing with a thud on the ground disoriented. A scream beside him pulled him back to reality. "BEN!" his brother screamed in terror. Then Wyatt saw it, he saw what Chris saw. Ben smiling at them sadly, standing on the other side of the street and a second later the grenade went off and all he knew was light and heat and then darkness.
Seconds later Wyatt came to and saw nothing but fire raging where Ben had been. Wyatt screamed out Ben's name, searching frantically for the man, till he finally spotted him near what was left of a house, lying broken on the dead grass. He remembered Chris running and himself following and the blood. Oh my God the blood. He couldn't stand it. Wyatt cringed and shook his head trying to dislodge the horror from his mind. The memory of Ben smiling as the grenade went off, the blood that followed. He knew Ben was in a better place now he was safe and happy and away from this god damn bloodbath of a war. Wyatt looked down at the body of his cousin the sadness enveloping him like a cold blanket and he watched his brother continue to cry over Ben's body. He wasn't sure what to do next. Where would they go? They were all that was left and Wyatt didn't think he had the strength to continue on anymore.
"All is not lost." Wyatt and Chris sprang up and swung around, searching for the voice. In a shower of golden light the Angel of Destiny appeared before them.
Chris snarled at the man. "What are you doing here?!" he screamed, "The charmed ones are gone! The Witches are gone! Hell! The whole magical community is gone!"
Destiny sighed sadly, "I know. It was never meant to be this way. Something happened, something we can't explain, but they were never supposed to die." The angel glanced down at the dead man before him. "He was never supposed to die". Wyatt and Chris glanced at Ben, sadness enveloping them once again and Chris kneeled down at the dead man's side. "The world was never supposed to discover magic. We do know it has something to do with a demon, but even he wasn't stupid enough to want this. Something happened and we need to stop it from happening." The Angel of Destiny explained to the broken men before him.
Wyatt glanced at the angel with suspicion. "And how do you propose we do that?! The world is DEAD! The Book of Shadows is gone and we could never produce a spell to take us back in time, Hell! Our magic is so depleted we can't even orb more than a few feet!" Wyatt said in distain. Wyatt winces remembering Ben's forced shimmer that saved their lives. Shaking his head Wyatt forces those thoughts away and gives the angel back his attention waiting for his answer.
The angel sighed again, "This world is dead and soon we will be too. It is too late to save this world. So the Fates and I will pool what is left of our power and send you back to the time where this all began. Once you are there, there is no return. That will be your time." Here the angel smiled at them. "You can have your family again. And stop the world from becoming this one. It's the only gift we can give you. So please. Use it well and stop the world from dying." The angel was near pleading. There was nothing else they could do. The men before them were their only hope.
Wyatt and Chris looked each other then at their surround as their eyes came back to rest on Ben. Wyatt looked at the Angel of Destiny. "So if we go back in time and stop this from happening, everyone will live? Will we cease to be once our task is finished?" Wyatt asked curiously with a little hope in his voice.
Destiny smiled and shook his head, "Everyone will live the exact amount of time they were meant to. And no, you will continue to live and age and die when you're meant to. You will be given a new fate and destiny when you arrive. You will live." Wyatt and Chris looked at each other, conveying everything they could through their eyes.
Chris looked at the Angel of Destiny and nodded. "We will do it. Not for you or for the world, but for our family, for our loved ones, and for Ben." The two brothers took one last look at Ben and turned to look at the angel and nodded their heads. They were ready.
The Angel smiled sadly at them, "Blessed Be." With those final words the two men were shrouded in bright blue light and disappeared. The Angel smiled sadly as a tear swept down his face and looked at the stars. There was hope and he knew the two men that just left would save them all. Seconds later the final bombs descended to the earth from heaven like fallen angels and the world ceased to exist.