Chosen Future

Chosen Future

A/N Hey this is my first charmed fic, please don't hate me! If by some luck, you do like it…please review so I know that someone will read if I continue.

Don't own anything by the way

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Prologue

The ghostly plane 2004

A lone figure stood in an empty room, looking remarkably like the Halliwell manner, only darker. She watched the scene take place in Piper's bedroom. Any minute now. This was not going to be easy, not for her, for the occupants of the room. Her eyes watered at the last words that slipped from Chris' lips. He was such a brave boy, much more than any of his past family gave him credit for.

He never told them about the horrors he lived through, nor of the great deeds he committed in his life time. They never saw him lead the resistance and save hundreds of lives, never saw him get tortured by his brother without succumbing to his will. Sadly, neither did his parents in the future. Chris truly did rise to every challenge that life threw at him, all by himself, without any guidance. Sadly, he did it all in silence, never feeling the need to burden others with his problems, not even his parents in the past. Still, despite not knowing all the good that Christ had done in the future, his family did learn to appreciate his efforts to protect Wyatt in the past, although reluctantly. That was the least fate could do for him, surround him with a few loved ones at the time of his death.

Her heart clenched in anticipation as Chris drew his last breath. She couldn't bear to listen to Leo's cries, so she detached her mind from the rest of the mortal realm, concentrating on receiving the you Haliwell. Just as expected, Chris slowly materialized behind her.

"Woa..whats going on? Where…"

"Hey. Its okay, you're safe." said the figure, as she turned around to face Chris.

"Aunt Prue!" Prue smiled, relishing the title.

"Hey honey. It's me."

"I'm dead aren't I?" He asked softly, looking down to inspect the wound that once still lined his abdomen. There was nothing there, nothing hurt. He felt as light as air.

"Yea. I'm sorry."

"Where am I? What are you doing here?"

"You're in the ghostly plane. I'm here to help you make the transition." At this, Chris nodded in acceptance.

"So what now?"

"Your lifetime ran its course, However, you're not ready to move on yet. Your soul will be reborn but you won't remember anything from this lifetime."

"So, I'm going to be a part of…mini-me?"

"Yes."

"Then why am I here? Why am I still dead?"

"That's where I come in. The powers that be have granted you one last wish, to help the new you in any way you want."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, since you don't actually get to live the future you helped change, with your own memories, you'll get to have a say in what happens to you, any one thing."

"Anything I want?" he confirmed, always skeptical of people Up There.

"Yes, whatever."

"Wow, where to start." He said with a bitter laugh. It was no secret that his life had been one long and horrible nightmare most of the time. "Is Wyatt good in the future?"

"yes."

"Is dad going to stick around?"

"Yes."

"What about mom?" Prue turned away for a second.

"Piper's life span was already decided, just like yours. She'll be around till you turn 14. It's the way cosmic balance was meant to be."

"You said I could change anything I wanted right. That's what I want. I want my mom to have a long life, for her to grow old with my dad."

"Honey, that's not possible. The cosmic balance will be disrupted."

"Aunt Prue, I've studied my magic, I know all about cosmic balance. There's always a way around."

"Not this time sweetie. Our family has too much good in it, having the charmed ones, the twice blessed and the thrice blessed will be too much power. It will disrupt the balance in ways you don't want."

Chris stood there, in silent thought. Then spoke, finally registering what his aunt had said.

"I'm the thrice blessed?"

"Yes, you changed your own destiny by making your father an elder. You're going to be just as powerful as your brother, maybe even more. That's why your mom can't be around, its all too much power."

"Well then…Let me trade with mom. Let me die instead of her, when I turn fourteen."

"No, you can't die at fourteen in the new timeline, you have a destiny to fulfill."

"What kind of destiny?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Fine. When does this happen?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you that either."

"Its not like I'm gong to remember Aunt Prue." Chris snapped. It was so typical "Powers that be", granting him a wish but not letting him have the one thing he wants.

"Right…the pivotal moment comes when you turn 23."

"How long do I live to be?"

"Eighty"

"Okay, fine then, I choose to live till I turn 23, and I want the rest of my years and the rest of my destiny transferred to my mom. That way the cosmic balance still stays, and everyone's happy."

"Honey, you can't just…"

"You said I could have one wish, if you can't give me this, then don't bother asking. I just won't reenter my new body…the powers that be can kiss their cosmic balance goodbye." Chris replied with a glare, folding his arms, cockily inviting Prue to disagree.

Prue didn't flinch, just stared back in amazement. Was her future nephew actually arguing with her to allow him to shorten his own life? Hadn't he just died a few minutes ago, now he was negotiating for a repeat? She wasn't sure if she should be in awe of him for being so selfless or angered that he cared so little about his own life. But then, it was such a Haliwell thing to do, to put family before yourself. Still, this sort of self sacrifice went beyond the stubborn Halliwell streak.

"Are you sure that's what you want Chris? Your life line was meant to be long and happy. You are meant to inherit great powers, just life Wyatt. The two of are mean to be the greatest forces of good that ever existed."

"I'm sure. Besides, the charmed ones will stay together, and combine Wyatt's powers with that…good will still win. Just not with me there." His voice faltered at the last words. Looking away from Prue, Chris tried to control his emotions. He couldn't believe how quickly things has changed. Just yesterday, he was preparing to go back to the future, then suddenly everything went to hell in a hand basket. Now here he was, throwing away the chance at having a long and healthy life. He had to though, if he could keep his mom a live by any means possible, he'd do it. That was the one regret he harbored all his life, and he wasn't about to let a chance of changing everything pass him by.

"You okay?" Prue asked, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. At her touch, he turned around to face her.

"No, its just weird…all this." He shrugged, before collecting himself once again. "Do we have a deal or what?"

"Let me talk to "them"" Prue smiled kindly. "Wait here." With that, Prue swirled away like a disintegrating tornado.

Left alone in the darkened and empty attic, Chris stood rooted to the spot. Now that he was alone, waves of emotion assaulted him. He was dead, hid time line was gone, and he was going into a future where he would die young again. Why could't his life be easy for once. Hell why couldn't death be easy? Would it have been so hard to let him have a life in which his entire family lived long and happy lives. Was it so bad to let him enjoy that with his family. Apparently it was. But he wasn't about to back down, not for anything. Spending time with his past family and especially with his mom had made him sure of one thing. He would go to any lengths to protect his family. If that meant that he was going to die young in every lifetime, than that was that.

He had barely finished that thought when his deceased aunt materialized in front of him once again.

"They've agreed to your request."

"That's…good." He replied slowly. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be happy about the news. It was more a necessity for him rather than a demand. He wasn't going to live his whole life without his mom again, not ever.

"We should go now, you're about to be born soon." At this, Chris nodded. Then suddenly his eyes narrowed.

"Wait a minute, I never got to ask, what are you doing here anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you here and not anyone else from my timeline. You and I never even met."

"We haven't yet, but we will soon."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been assigned to be your white lighter."

"What? But you didn't orb…you did that wind…thing" he finish lamely

"Yea well you're not born yet, and I'm not assigned yet…so right now we'te both a bunch of dead people."

"Right…so you're going to be a white lighter just for me. Why bother, I won't be around long enough for it to actually make a difference."

"It's complicated. But let's just say that your destiny is much bigger than your life span. You're going to need all the guidance you can get."

"Huh" was all Chris could think of saying. It wasn't like he knew what was going to happen. "Well anyway, I guess its time to get this show on the road." He said, preparing himself to be taken wherever it is, his aunt wanted to take him.

"Yea…I just.." Prue fumbled with her words, not exactly knowing what she wanted to say. "Chris I just want you to know, I've been watching over you the whole time. I, and the rest of the Haliwells are so proud of you."

"Thanks." He said simply, touched by the gesture.

"You ready?"

"I guess."

"Then lets go." With that, Chris dematerialized into white light, floating through many realms and dimensions, before finding his mother in the hospital. Unseen by others in the hospital, the white light consumed Piper Haliwell in the operation theatre. A few seconds later, Chris Perry Halliwell was born into a world; he helped to change for the better.

TBC

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