Summary: No-one can ever have that perfect a cover on their first go. What if Chris blew it the first time round?
Disclaimer: If I owned Charmed, Drew Fuller would still be there and I wouldn't be writing fanfics, would I?
Chapter 1
The glowing blue of the triquiatra portal appeared, and a figure burst through it, his face a mask of worry. Collapsing on the floor from his momentum, the dark haired figure quickly turned and sat up to face the portal, as if expecting someone else to follow him through. No one did, and the triquiatra faded, and shrank to nothing.
The young man on the floor heaved a sigh of relief and pushed himself upwards, smoothing his disheveled hair and straightening his clothes. It actually worked! He thought ecstatically, looking around him.
He was standing in a large attic. Family mementos that no-one had the heart to throw away were placed by the walls, leaving space in the middle of the room for people to move around in. A large book lay on a gold stand in the middle of it, on top of a beautifully coloured rug. Dust motes were swirling in the light streaming from the wide window, which had amber, lavender, ruby, royal blue, and other coloured panes of glass decorating the edges. A side dresser containing ingredients for spells and potions took up a lot of space, as did a comfortable white couch with throw and scattered cushions. The sallow-skinned young man took this all in, marveling at the difference from where he had come.
He stood uncertainly in the room. I made it. I'm actually on 2004. 20 years in the past. My God, I'm not even born yet. This is brilliant! He whooped aloud for joy, jumping into the air. He hit the ground with a thump, but that wasn't the only sound he heard.
Footsteps on the stairs, muffled voices. The man started, emerald green eyes opening wide in panic. They couldn't find him here! How would he explain it? But it was too late.
The door to the attic opened inwards, revealing three women and a man. The woman at the front was holding a small baby, curly haired, blond and with icy blue eyes like his Aunt Prue's. It took all of the man's effort not to step away from those eyes, from that child who was born of good magic and would grow to be the Source of All Evil. He shuddered inwardly. Wyatt.
His attention quickly turned to the baby's mother, the woman who was holding him.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded harshly. Brown eyed, with dark brown hair the same colour as the young man's own, Piper was the second smallest of the three women, but she was the oldest, since Prue had died a few years ago.
Her two younger sisters, Phoebe and Paige, stood at either side of her.
Phoebe's hair was a sandy colour, lighter than Pipers, but her eyes and Paige's were of the same chocolate brown colour as Piper's. She was the most petite of the trio, and her face was open and honest.
A little too honest. The man thought wryly.
The baby of the sisters, half Whitelighter Paige, had dyed red hair and stood half a head above the other two women.
The 3 Halliwell sisters were the most powerful witches of their time, the Charmed Ones, chosen to protect innocents from the evils that roamed the Earth and below it.
The tall man standing behind Piper was her husband, Leo. The stranger's green eyes narrowed in dislike as his gaze swept over the older man. Leo's own eyes were the same emerald green colour as his own, and he had dark blond hair. He was the sister's Whitelighter, their angel guardian, who had fallen in love with one of his charges, married her, and had two sons.
For Wyatt wasn't the only product of Piper and Leo's union. Their second-born child stood 23 years old in the middle of their attic floor. Christopher Perry Halliwell hadn't even been conceived yet, but there he was, glancing warily from person to person. That he was Wyatt's brother was something that he had been trying to deny – to others and himself – for years.
"Who are you?" Piper repeated. Chris looked at her with love, and forced himself not to blurt out "I'm your son" or run over and hug her. It was so hard. But instead, he opened his mouth to say
"Chris Perry." He had planned before he came to use his middle name as his surname, but he was so used to adding a Halliwell to the end of his name that he actually said
"Hal-" before he caught himself. Damn it, Chris, don't screw this up!
"Chris Perry Hal? What kind of a name is that?" asked Phoebe, curiously. There was something about Chris that seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place him, so she shook it off. Chris smiled.
"No Hal. Just Chris Perry. I'm – I'm from the future," he said softly, looking at his feet. "I've come here to save you all."
AnimeAlexis: Yeah, I know, that chapter was painfully boring. But it does get better, I promise! The descriptions just would not go away, however hard I tried. And I did try. Just this once, I'm gonna put up 2 chapters at the same time, to make up for it. Review please! And no flames. If you don't like the story, go read something else. Thank you!