A.N: Another crossover. I can't seem to write anything other than crossovers. XD

You won't really have to know about Stargate to understand this story, most of it will be explained. Also, this won't follow the exact path of SGA. The beginning will be about the same, maybe some minor changes, but nothing huge. But it will slowly lead off from the canon.

And if you're wondering about pairings, I'm kind of undecided on that. I don't plan on having any, but we'll see how it goes. But I'm a Sheppard/Weir shipper, so you might see that bias in the story, but if it goes as planned, it'll be more platonic than romantic.

Hope you'll like it!

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When Chris is five, he sees a plane for the first time in his life. Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry are going on a vacation and Uncle Henry had refused to orb. "Not that I mind it," he had said at the time, (but Chris knows otherwise because he's a telepath and he can tell when people are lying.) "It's just I missed flying, you know? It's been a while since I've been up in the sky."

But Aunt Paige isn't a telepath so she fell for it, and she decided that it has been a long time since they've been on an airplane so she agreed. They talked for a long time, about booking and prices, until Chris became tired of the conversation and fell asleep in his dad's arms.

So here he is, a month after the big decision to fly instead of orb, and he's staring in awe at the airplane. It's huge, gigantic, enormous and every single big word he had ever heard from Wyatt. He clambers down from his dad's arms and walks closer towards the plane. But before he gets too close (he was this close to being able to touch it), he's in his dad's arms again with his dad grumbling about safety and stay close to me, that thing can be dangerous.

He ignores his dad. "Are Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry really in there? Are we going to go on it? Is it really going to fly? How does it fly? Can I fly it?"

His dad just laughs at his questions (Chris doesn't really see what's so funny.) "Slow down there buddy. Yes, your aunt and uncle are really in there, no we're not going to fly in it. Yes, it really flies. And, to be honest, I don't really know how it flies, but there are some people who know how to fly it. They're called pilots. They fly planes as a job."

"Job? Like how your job is teaching kids magic?"

His mother suddenly hushes him and Chris apologizes. He's not supposed to say anything about magic outside of their house.

His dad laughs. "Yes, it's like my job."

Chris decides that planes are the coolest things ever. Maybe even cooler than Wyatt, and Wyatt was cool.

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When Chris is nine, he decides that when he grows up, he'll be a pilot. Not your normal everyday airplane pilots, no, he wants to be a fighter pilot. He wants to be in the sky, to fly through the clouds, to feel the exhilaration of being in constant danger, under fire, in the sky…

When his dad first hears of his dream, he laughs, and tosses it aside as a phase. He ruffles Chris' hair and smiles, "Didn't you say you wanted to be a doctor just two days ago?"

"Yes," Chris nods, and carefully fixes his hair (he wants his hair to be perfect, like Wyatt's). "But that was before I saw how cool fighter pilots are. And before Wyatt said he wanted to be a doctor too."

His mom frowns. "Okay, honey, what did Wyatt show you?"

Chris turns around in his chair and stares. "Mom, are you baking cookies?!"

"Yes honey, and no, you can't have the dough. It's not good for you."

"But moooom…"

"No buts," his mom says strictly before slipping the cookies into the oven and punches the time into the oven timer. She turns towards him, slipping off her oven gloves and kneels before him. "What did Wyatt show you?"

Chris shifts backwards away from her, "Mom! Personal space?" When she ignores him, Chris sighs and relents. "Okay, he let me watch Pearl Harbor. That movie was so wicked though! How the airplanes were whizzing by and wow!"

Piper gets up, sighs and runs a hand through her grey-streaked brown hair. "That movie is rated A-14 for a reason, Chris. Haven't I taught you responsibility and why ratings are there in the first place?"

Chris shrugs. "Come on mom. You know that I've seen worse things when we fight demons anyway."

Leo grins. "Give it up Piper. No matter what, these boys have seen more than your normal conventional kids do anyway. A little war movie here and there won't hurt that much."

Chris grins and hops up from his chair to hug his dad. "Yeah! Dad's right! Me and Wyatt are witches! We can handle these things!"

Piper rolls her eyes, "Why do I even bother?"

Chris turns to his dad, "Say dad, how about we go watch Letters from Iwo Jima? I heard it's wicked too!"

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When Chris is seventeen, he's convinced that he'll be a fighter pilot. He knows everything about nearly every plane in existence. He's read dozens of books on piloting, to the point where he could probably pilot the real thing straight up – well in theory anyway.

The person who needs real convincing, however, is his mother. She is all-out against it, saying that he should instead, consider a more normal and safe career. "How about a lawyer?" she snaps. "You seem so good at talking and twisting my words!"

"Come on mom," he argues back. "Give me a break. A normal and safe career? Please. I'm a witch, one of the most powerful at that. I don't think I'm going to get killed anytime soon."

"Don't be so arrogant," his mother says. "You try saving yourself when you're hurt, falling at a hundred miles per hour from your destroyed fighter plane!"

"Uh, mom. I can orb."

Piper scowls at his logic and turns away. "I'm still against it."

Chris throws his hands up in exasperation. "What the hell? Dad's okay with it! Why can't you be like that?"

"Because I don't want to see my children hurt!"

"Been there, done that already mom! It's too late!"

"Stop talking back at me, young man. Nothing's ever too late. It's so much more likely for you to get hurt as a pilot than it is for you to be a lawyer or a pharmacist or anything normal."

Chris breathes in and out, trying to control his raging anger. "You know what? Screw this. My mind's made up, and you can't do anything to change it."

"I'm not done with you! Come back here!" Piper yells.

"Not everything is about you mom! What about me? Don't you care about what I like doing, what I want to be?"

"You don't even know what it's like flying! How do you know you'll like it?"

"I won't know until I try. And I plan on trying, with or without your consent," Chris says stubbornly. He sighs and tries to calm down. "Mom, can't you see that I don't want normal. I'm not like you; I'm not satisfied with normal. I want something exciting. And for me, that's flying. Can't you understand?"

"No," Piper says. "I can't understand. I don't understand how you can love flying so much, but you've never even tried it. You've only seen it in movies, and once when we saw Paige off. I don't understand how you're willing to give everything up to do something you've never done before. To fly around for the military and kill human lives."

Chris flinches a bit. "Is that what this is about? Killing innocents?" When Piper doesn't answer, Chris sighs. "Mom, they don't just randomly send us out on missions to kill..."

"I know that!"

"… I'd like to think of it as protecting my home country. You know, if everyone thought like you, then America would be screwed."

"No, if everyone thought like me, then wars would never happen."

"But wars do happen," Chris says. "Look, I'm not looking for you to all-out agree with me and push me to go flying or anything. I'm just asking that you'll let me do what makes me happy in life. To let me decide my career choice."

Piper doesn't answer and turns around to open the door at the doorbell. She pauses slightly. "I don't agree with your career choice at all Chris. But if you're that convinced that this is what you want to do then you're right. You should be the one controlling your own life." The doorbell persisted. "Alright, alright! I'm coming."

Chris grins, and he knows that he has won a big battle.

The next day, he gets an acceptance letter to a military school in Washington.

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When Chris is twenty three, he achieves his dream. A week after, he gets a letter saying that he will be stationed at Cheyenne Mountain Air Force Station in Colorado Springs. He wonders slightly if it has anything to do with his brother Wyatt. Last he remembered, Wyatt is also stationed there as a doctor.

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End of Chapter One.

A.N: How do you like it? I'm kind of nervous because I haven't really seen much SGA/Charmed crossovers. Please tell me if you would like to see this continued… I have a lot of it planned out… a lot more than I do for my other stories (if you check them out, you'll see that I haven't updated them in… months, perhaps a year).

Please review!