Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except Amy who's all mine.

Set up – This is an additional episode set right after 'Little Monsters' in the 6th season. So Chris and Leo don't completely hate each other, but they're not exactly keen either.

So this is the first fanfic I ever wrote in my life. So no flaming please. I'm not saying its any good... I was young when I wrote it, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

A young man clad in a dark green hoodie and ragged jeans, with hands thrust deep into the pockets, was wandering aimlessly down a street in San Francisco. The sun was beginning to sink on the horizon. It had been a long day for him, and a busy one at that. He felt completely empty, exhausted and worn down. His days work, the sleepless night, the new bruises fanning out over his back had amounted to almost nothing. No new information, no leads, nothing. He kept going simply because to do otherwise was unthinkable. He had the whole world to save. He wasn't even sure the world was worth saving anymore. But every time he came close to giving in he remembered all the people who were counting on him. The young man passed the entrance to the alley and froze as he took in the scene before him.

A small girl with striking blue eyes framed by a mass of raven black hair, loosely tied back in a ponytail, cowered in the corner of the alley. Half her face was coated in blood from the nasty wound above her eye. She was surrounded by a group of twelve men, all wearing black and glaring with a murderous look in their eyes, holding fireballs in their hands, waiting for the signal to finish the job.

It took less than a second to make his decision, he orbed to the girl just as the signal was received. Moments after the fireballs left the demons' hands he arrived next to the girl, grabbed her shoulders and orbed them both to safety. They arrived at the Halliwell Manor seconds later. The girl stumbled and almost fell before she was caught by the man and hauled to a nearby sofa. Her eyes were wide and betrayed her fear, but her voice was steady and suspicious.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked.

"Chris. You?" he replied quickly as a small box of crystals appeared in his hands and he began to set them all around the room. The girl lapsed into silence and stared around her in confusion. Chris ignored the lack of an answer; there would be plenty of time for that later, first he had to ensure that she was safe. Save the innocent. The most important thing to him, the reason he was here.

Soon the whole house was surrounded in crystals, no demon could get in or out. Quickly Chris orbed back to the living room. The girl was still sitting as if frozen on the sofa. She was dangerously pale. Chris went to the kitchen and fetched a first aid kit and a glass of water.

The next ten minutes were entirely taken up by Chris cleaning up the small girl who had begun to shake vigourously. Chris, who was not entirely sure what he was doing with the various bandages and medicines, found himself wishing, once again, that he had it in his power to heal. When he had finished carefully sticking a plaster with smiling teddy bears on to the girl's forehead, he moved back to sit on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Are you ok?" The girl nodded slowly and cautiously.

"What's your name?" Chris asked again.

"Amy." She replied quietly. Chris fell silent as he observed the girl seated before him. She didn't seem too hurt, just shocked. He noticed that her top, a tight fitting black vest, was badly ripped and he quickly averted his eyes.

"Do you want to go change into something… else?" She blushed, immediately understanding what he meant. "You'll probably fit into Phoebe's clothes. I'll take you to her room."

Amy raised her eyebrows "Pheobe?"

"Oh, right… this is the Halliwell Manor. You know, home of the Charmed Ones."

"And you live here, with the Charmed Ones? Three girls?"

"No, I'm their whitelighter, and I don't live here." He laughed, and then stopped as the sound surprised him, he couldn't remember the last time he had laughed. Well, not that kind of laugh, the laugh he wore now-a-days was mocking and cynical, this one was just… simple and carefree. Amy smiled gently and then stood on shaky legs.

"Lead the way then, Chris." He led her up the old staircase with the banisters that had been replaced countless times due to countless demon attacks. Amy ran her fingers along the banister and paused occasionally to stare at the smiling photos of the Charmed Ones and loved ones throughout the generations.

In Phoebe's bedroom Amy swiftly picked out a strappy top from the wardrobe. Then she wandered over to the large vanity table, she picked up the various brushes and sticks of makeup, turning them over in her hands before replacing them on the table, being careful to leave them exactly as she had found them. Then, seeing the teddy bear plaster she grimaced and peeled it carefully from her brow. No matter how bad the injury there was no way she going to sport smiley teddy bears on her forehead, the situation was bad enough as it was. She scowled as her head pounded within her skull. The cut wasn't too deep, she'd had worse.

"Amy?" It was Chris, calling from downstairs. Hastily Amy retraced her steps to the living room. When she entered Chris saw her and smiled warmly before beginning to talk, "Right, I've called the sisters and they'll be back in a few hours. They're…" Chris looked away as if awkward and paused before revealing the sister's location. "out at a friends. So, you need to tell me why those demons were attacking you…" Amy frowned.

"You disapprove?"

"Of you getting attacked? Well… yeah…"

"No, of the sisters going to see some friends," Amy corrected him with a roll of her eyes and a dry tone of voice.

"No, it's just… They should know their Wiccan duties come first. They can't just put things on hold until they get back. And now I have to stay behind and babysit because they're too busy. I didn't come here to do this!" He finished in a flourish and then gazed apologetically at Amy who was leaning against the door frame. He had already forgotten about the demons attacking, something about Amy set him at his ease for the first time in months.

"Well, now that makes me think that a few things need to be cleared up. One, I do not need babysitting, I can look after myself. Two, what else do you need to do so desperately? I thought whitelighters helped witches, not pursued their own… agenda."

"Well, maybe I'm not your average whitelighter." Chris snapped. Amy held up her hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Look, I'm really sorry that I'm taking time from your oh-so-special schedule, but as long as we're both confined to this house… what are my chance of finding ice-cream in the fridge?"

Chris and Amy spent the next hour watching TV and eating ice-cream, and then followed that up with a game of cards in which Amy won by quite some margin. After which, they both sprawled on the sofa in a companionship that can only arise when two people both suffer from severe stomach aches due to the amount of Ben and Jerry's consumed within an hour.

"So," Amy began. "Tell me about yourself."

Chris scowled and looked away; suddenly aware of the time he had wasted. "It's complicated."

"Oh please, you're just saying that because you're still sore that I beat you at cards."

"I am not!" Chris replied indignantly. "And you cheated so you didn't really win."

"I did not cheat! Come on, it can't be that complicated. I'm a smart cookie, I can keep up." Chris shook his head stubbornly and refused to make eye contact. "Chris. Look at me. Tell you what. If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret. Chris, you're acting like a three year old." Chris looked around sheepishly at Amy's earnest face. He knew he was being childish, and he was so sick of having to hide everything from the world. Amy was just one teenager, what harm could it do to tell her some of it?

"Ok, I'll try. Well, I suppose the first ground breaking statement is that I'm from the future." He paused, trying to gage Amy's reaction.

"Well, that's not that hard to believe once you've accepted the premise of magic." Amy smiled. "Continue?"

"The future I come from is, well, difficult. I have to stop that from happening. See, there's this dictator and he rules over everything, good and evil, anyone who opposes him is… stopped." Chris shuddered at the memories. "I came back to try and save the world."

Amy frowned to herself. "But by saving the world for good, surely you're also maintaining the evil as well. Both will exist if you succeed." Chris shrugged dismissively.

"That's how the world is meant to be."

"Ok, so you're here to save the world for both good and evil. Great. But how is being a whitelighter to the Charmed one going to help. Unless… the threat is from them? Or they are the only ones who can stop it?"

Chris sunk back into the cushions of the sofa defeated, she had already figured out what the sisters had been missing for weeks, despite them being told so much more. "Both."

"So how do you fit into it? I mean, why you?" Chris bit his lip, he shouldn't have even said this much. Something about Amy encouraged confidence and a sense of security and he found it was harder to convince himself he couldn't tell her everything with every passing moment. Silence invaded the room, leaving the situation awkward between the new found friends.

"You're Wyatt?" Amy guessed in the dark, she had no idea if she would get anything from this guess, but her life had taught her it was better to risk things and talk yourself out of it later. She also chanced that everyone in the magical community knew about Wyatt.

"What? No. I'm not Wyatt." Chris stood abruptly, his bitterness returning in waves. "I'm Chris. I'm not the golden boy, the favourite; the one who's always right and can do no wrong no matter how many people he leaves dead and betrayed in his wake." Chris bit his tongue, and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Amy stared from the depths of the sofa, her wide blue eyes frightened once again. Slowly Chris sunk on to the sofa, he focused on his clasped hands before him. It was too late to take things back now. Why not go further?

"Sorry. No. I'm not even born yet here. No one knows who I am here. The sisters… I'm just a face in the crowd for them. They have no idea."

Amy thought for a moment,

"So Wyatt's the threat?" Chris only nodded, well aware of how many rules he was breaking talking about this to someone he barely knew. "And I would presume from that speech that you are his brother or relation of some kind." Again Chris only nodded his reply. It wasn't a large jump to come to that conclusion after that speech, only siblings held that amount of rivalry and resentment. Amy fell silent for a minute and then quietly asked, "Who's your mum then?"

"Piper."

"And your dad?"

After a moment Chris replied, his voice was rough and hoarse with emotion, "Leo. He's an Elder now; he is in my time too, just barely though. He's the last one left. Wyatt saw to that, and Leo helped to kill off his own kind because of some twisted perversion of good and evil. He did it because Wyatt told him to, that's all. Best dad in the world." Bitterness seeped again into his voice. "Not to me, he's not really… I don't know… he's just…" He trailed off.

"To you he never really was a dad?" Amy guessed. "Don't worry, my dad was no great shakes either. Some people should just never have kids. That's life." Despite her attempt at a sympathy the pair fell into silence. Amy watched the hands of the clock to top of the book self tick by slowly. Finally, Chris looked up and smiled weakly.

"Your turn. What was that secret?" Amy smiled and began to answer when the door of the Manor banged open and three sets of high heels could be heard on the wooden flooring.

"I think it was nice that we got out and visited Darryl and Sheila. We really haven't seen enough of them lately." Piper's voice could be heard saying.

"Yer, it was fun, but did they have to show us ALL their holiday photos. There must have been hundreds!" Paige complained.

Chris stood hastily and turned to Amy. "Tell me later. Remember, don't tell them anything." He headed into the main hall and Amy followed reluctantly.

So any thoughts so far? I know its a tad out of character in places. - Chris wouldn't open up this easily but I had to start somewhere. Forgive me? Thanks for reading this far anyway. x