When Good Angels go Bad
AN: Note I have only seen the first season of Angel and all of Buffy and Charmed.
Time: Imagine if Angel was set in 2025, 23 years after Charmed ended on the show. Changed future, slightly AU for Charmed, more so for Angel.
Characters: Characters from Buffy will make cameo appearances, and although it is set in season 1 of Angel, Doyle sadly will not be making any actual appearances as I am not able to write a with a believable Irish accent.
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Chapter One : City of...
Christopher Perry Halliwell, age 25, knows he's dying. He wonders if Wyatt is saved yet, if he is then he can go in peace knowing that the new version of him will survive and grow up in a good future.
"Chris." Somebody calls his name and Chris turns to look.
"Hey." Chris says in a weak voice, 'Dad.'
His father rushes to his side, kneeling besides the bed, "Hey. I'm here now. You can... hold on, okay? Hold on... hold on. I'm here. You can hold on, okay."
Chris nods weakly, he knows it's a lie, 'One more lie,'
"Don't give up okay." Leo begs.
Chris nods again, as his father, the man who at one time he had felt nothing but hatred for, strokes his sweaty forehead, "You either." Chris knows it's time, he can't hold on any longer. He'd cheated Death one too many times, there would be no escaping it this time. His eyes flicker shut for the last time and all the weight, pain and loss vanishes, he's finally free.
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Christopher Perry Halliwell, age 24, jolts upright in bed, panting heavily. He throws back the covers and lifts up his t-shirt, then he sighs, no stab wound. Just another dream.
A quick check of his watch reveals it to be several hours before he has to be at The Manor. Chris lies back down, but can't seem to sleep, everytime he closes his eyes images of his older brother Wyatt as a toddler flash before his eyes, or a man wearing dark robes.
Deciding it's no use Chris rolls out of bed and pulls on a pale yellow shirt, a light blue jacket and a pair of jeans.
Chris shuffles barefoot into the kitchen, he knows there will be a feast waiting for him in a couple hours but he's hungry.
Opening the fridge Chris decides on an omelet. Usually cooking takes his mind off things, but today his thoughts keep returning to his dreams. He hadn't told anyone about them, not even Wyatt, they'd started 3 years ago just after his 22nd birthday. The first few months had been so confusing at first, Wyatt was evil and he was the head of a resistance against him. The rest of his family was dead and he'd been engaged to an assassin witch.
Then he'd been in the past with his family, he'd been helping them with the Titans, but they were vanquished in 2002.
He ended up as their whitelighter and sent Leo, his own father to Valhalla, and hasn't felt the least bit guilty.
Strange emotions had filled his mind, but he'd hidden them both in his dreams and the waking world. The worst dreams had been quite recently when his own mother had tossed him out, then he faded out of existence completely, he'd been saved, then one by one they'd found out who he really was, then he thought he was going home.
Chris, at that point had thought the dreams would be over, but then the one last night. Chris sits down at his small kitchen table to eat, and shivers despite it being quite warm.
Chris finishes and washes his dishes, then he goes to the secret loose floorboards in his room and removes them, he pulls out his sketchbook and journal. He'd started a journal of his dreams and sketched several images of them a couple weeks after they'd started.
A few minutes later Chris stares down at a sketch of the man who'd killed him in his dream, based off his dreams the man was an Elder, who was helping them, or so they'd thought. He looked so familiar and Chris can't shake the feeling he'd seen him somewhere before.
Making up his mind Chris closes and stashes his things, replacing the floorboards before orbing to the Manor, sensing nobody was in the attic.
Chris orbs in, looking about the attic he catches sight of The Book of Shadows on it's podium. He crosses the room and opens it, his and Wyatt's old playpen is just off to the side. A feeling of déjà vu creeps up on him and he realizes he was just here in his dream, this is where he'd been stabbed by the familiar Elder.
Closing the Book quietly Chris opens up a box of photo albums that belong to his father. Taking a seat on the old couch he sifts through them. Encountering one about Magic School he pulls it out and flips through it, 'There!'
His father smiles up at him with the same man in his dreams, at what appears to be the opening of the school. Chris pulls out the picture and flips it over, on the back it reads, 'Gideon, my mentor, and I at the opening of Magic School.'
Chris puts the albums away and slips the picture in his pocket, 'So now I know the Elder who killed me in my dreams was Dad's mentor.' Chris decides to worry about it another day, today is his 25th birthday.
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Later that night, Chris orbs home loaded down with gifts, it had been a good birthday. He's been able to put his dreams out of his mind and see his entire family, no easy feat.
One of the best gifts was that he got to see The Morris Family again, although the family had moved away when he was a toddler they'd still kept in touch after things had calmed down. It wasn't the same as previous visits though, Darryl and Sheila both seemed sad around him as did anybody else who had known him in his dreams. He knew why now, in his dreams towards the end of his dream self's life tensions had been tight between the two families, especially Chris and Darryl.
Chris puts the gifts down on the table and closes his eyes, sensing for the location of his family members, finding them out of the Manor or in bed.
Confirming that the attic is indeed void of life, Chris orbs to the attic, he doesn't exactly know why he does this but he just has this odd urge to flip through the ancient pages of the Book.
The floorboard creaks and his head jerks up, he moves away from the podium and stops in front of the old playpen for no particular reason. Another creak, then all of a sudden he's off the ground and flying through the air.
Chris crashes into something wooden by the door to the attic, hitting the ground hard. He scrambles in the wreckage and hauls himself to his feet. A black shadowlike entity stands by the playpen, an athame shimmering with a red aura, in it's grip, facing towards him.
That's when all hockey breaks loose, Chris waves his arm sending the shadow flying, the shadow vanishes and Chris hurtles for the playpen, not knowing why. Then the shadow suddenly reappears directly in front of him. A flash of metal and then blinding pain flares up in his stomach. Shock lights up in his eyes, a cry of pain escapes him and he goes down, the shadow still has a hold on the athame and falls to the wood with him.
With a grunting noise the shadow wrenches the athame out and vanishes, sending a fresh wave of pain rolling through his body. Chris falls to his side, curled up in a semi fetal position, "Dad!"
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A sound Leo hoped he would never hear again echoes in his ears as he orbs to his youngest son, "Chris!"
Leo orbs to the attic and immediately drops to his knees by his injured son, attempting to heal him to no avail, "Oh Gods no, no Chris, not again."
Chris moans and reaches for his pocket, Leo spots the movement and stops him, reaching into his pocket for him. Leo pulls out the photo, "Why do you have this?"
"Dreamt that he killed me. Last night. Like this. Didn't know who. He was." Chris mumbles. He then cries out in pain, seizures grip his body for what seems like several minutes and Leo attempts to calm him. His pain filled cries echo around the attic, each one a knife in Leo's heart.
When it finally stops Chris lays, stretched out, panting, sweat glistening on his face, which is now pale as a ghost. Blood coats most of his lower body and the floor around him, Leo is also covered in his son's blood.
"Chris?" Leo asks warily.
Chris coughs, blood splatters on the wood, wiping the bloody saliva from his chin he replies weakly, "What's happening Dad? What aren't you telling me? Does this have something to do with my dreams?"
Leo sighs, "Those dreams you've been having, how long?"
"About three years."
"They aren't dreams Chris. They're memories of a past life, yours." Leo admits.
Confusion mixes with the pain in his gaze, "I know Aunt Paige and Phoebe's past lives came back to haunt them, but that was a one time event. This is different, isn't it?"
Leo sighs again, "Yes, this is a rare case. In your case, it's not exactly a past life but an alternate life, from an alternate timeline and future. Towards the end of 2002 a whitelighter from the future, a dark future, came to help us defeat the Titans and save Wyatt from turning evil. His name... his name was Chris Perry, at least that was the name he gave us, we eventually found out his full name was Christopher Perry Halliwell, Wyatt's little brother, you."
"Well that explains a lot." Chris snorts, "So all these dreams that have been in the past actually happened 25 years ago to me."
"Yes, an alternate version of you, from this time."
"Okay, so what about this athame. This didn't happen before to the other me, I know." Chris says frowning.
"Gideon blessed the athame to prevent healing and pierce Wyatt's shield, he apparently took an extra step we didn't know about and made sure if he was reborn he'd die again at the same age. To protect the Greater Good." Leo sneers the last bit out between clenched teeth.
"Great. This sh-" Chris starts to say, but cuts off as another round of seizures grips him yet again, "Should be fun. Now I'd really like to get off this hard floor if you don't mind."
"What? Oh! Sorry. Brace yourself, the landing might be a bit bumpy." Leo warns.
Father and son vanish in orbs, reappearing downstairs on the couch, Chris moans a little when they land, "Not that I'm complaining, but why are we down here and not upstairs?"
Leo smiles sadly, "Didn't want anymore bad coincidences. You died upstairs last time."
That's when the calvary arrives; The Charmed Ones, Henry, Coop, Victor, Darryl, Sheila, Darryl Jr., Wyatt, Melinda, Trinity, Prim, Prue, Tamora, Kat, Henry Jr., and Doyle (half manticore).
The Charmed Ones, Darryl, Sheila and Victor all gasp in unison, glancing knowingly at each other, "Chris!"
"Hey. I guess the party's over." Chris says with a grin.
Leo stands, "I want someone with him, at his side at all times, cast protection spells, demonic alarms, everything. Healing is no good, Paige knows what a Killing Curse is, she'll explain what's wrong. He needs medical attention or it'll kill him faster, no hospitals. Try calling Ben. I'll be back as soon as I can with a solution." Leo instructs rapidly.
Turning to Chris he bends down to kiss his forehead, "I'll be back soon. Hold on until I get back okay, if I can't find a cure I have a foolproof contingency plan. Just don't give up this time. I love you."
Chris nods with a wry smile, "I love you too Dad. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, but please hurry. Where are you going anyway?"
"To an old friend who can help, a really old friend." Leo says cryptically.
"Uh huh. Where?" Chris asks, sounding a little annoyed.
"A little place called The City of Angel." Leo grins.
"Los Angeles."
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