A San Francisco Treat

ok, so this is my first fic. I'm doing this just to see if anyone actually thinks I should continue on with this story. please R&R. I'm not that great about doing it, but if you do it, I'll get better! promise! just a lil thing I have to do.

Ok, so I own nothing. I don't own Chris, Piper, Phoebe, Prue, Grams, or anyone from the actual show. I might throw in a few of my own characters, but other than them and the story line, I own nothing. if someone else is already using this story line, very sorry, I didn't steal it. honest

so in this one, Chris is only 16 when he goes back in time to save Wyatt. see what happens when he goes back just a little too far...

Time was swirling around him. Years were passing like seconds. I hope this works. Chris thought. I have to get this just right... It was then that Chris fell out of the time portal. He hit the pavement with a loud THUD.

"AAAGH," a groan escaped his mouth. When I find Mom, I really hope that she has some Tylenol. ( A.N. I don't own that either, I'm just mentioning it)

He had wanted to land in the time where Wyatt had already been born, but not yet turned evil. Wondering what day it was, Chris went over to a newspaper dispenser and looked at the date.

MARCH 7, 1989?!?!?! How could this happen? Chris thought. The would mean Mom is... he quickly did a bit of math in his head to calculate his mother's age. ... MY AGE!

He started to panic. Of course! He had stayed in the portal too long! Instead of going to when his mother was in her 30s, he went to the day she turned 16.

"Oh man, I can't believe this. I gotta find that portal!" he yelled.

Suddenly, he noticed people were staring at him. O crap! he thought. Make up some excuse! Think, think....

"Sorry everybody, monologue, school play.." he managed to stammered.

The people who had been staring at him had started to look away, but a few still glanced at him through the corners of their eyes. Chris decided that he should get going.

8:00 in the morning. Hmmm, Mom should be at school. Well... he started wondering whether or not he should just go and see his mom as a teenager. It couldn't hurt could it? Piper had told him stories about her high school days, though he thought she had probably stretched the truth more than once. Aunt Prue had been the smart one, Aunt Phoebe had been the wild child, and so Piper had to have been just a little different.

By this time, their mother had already died and the girls were being raised by Grams, their grandmother, who was a wise and aging witch with a mind as sharp as her tongue. Aunt Prue was 20, so she was already away at college in New York studying to become a photographer. Aunt Phoebe was only 14, so she was still in middle school, not yet the crazy teenager Chris had heard so many stories about.

Perfect! he thought! I can go and see what Mom was like at my age. This should be great!

Chris already knew the name of his mothers old high school, all he had to do was find out where it was. While walking along the San Francisco streets, Chris kept a sharp eye out for a phone booth. It was bound to have one of those phone books attached. They had the number and address of wherever you were trying to call or find. His mom had told him about them

As he walked along, he saw kids his own age, playing on old Game Boys ( A.N. what are you nuts? like I ever owned that!) and listening to Cher and a new music style called GRUNGE.

There's one! Chris ran over to the phone booth on the side of the street. Baker High, Baker High he thought to himself as he flipped through the pages. Ah-ha! He quickly ripped out the page and started to find out where to go from his present location.

He looked up at the street signs. I'm only a few blocks from Mom's school, he thought ( A.N. ain't that convenient?) He quickly started towards his mother's old high school.

Minutes later he was standing out by the sign that said BAKER HIGH SCHOOL.