Here's a new story. It takes places two months after Chris Crossed and is an AU kind of. For my faithful reviewers I hope you enjoy. I know I haven't finished "Any one Can Love" but it's still on my top list. please read that story and "Mortal Love" before this to understand the story completely. I hope you enjoy. I own nothing, but the plot and I hope you enjoy this prologue.

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He heard it again. It sounded so real, just as if she stood beside him. Blinking he stared around the club. Memories swam through his mind and he cursed silently under his breath. This place had too many memories; even the sheets were rough against his skin as though soaked with her blood. His tossed them away and stood before his knees buckled from beneath him. Suddenly, the door opened and the young witch white lighter felt his breath catch in his throat. Brown locks came into view as the eldest Halliwell sister peeked into the room.

"You all right, Chris?" she asked, a hint of concern flickered through her soft brown eyes.

He nodded and quickly stood up again. Men didn't cry and it wasn't time to mourn not with the mission still the main concern. The mission seemed impossible after what the monster had done. His hands shook, but tensed immediately as a soft, gentle hand slid into them.

Pulling away, he said, "I'm fine, Piper leave it."

"Chris, you can't go on like this, you've barely been getting any sleep lately," Piper pointed out gently.

The young witch white lighter rolled his eyes. Sleep was a lost privilege in the future cast in the shadows of nightmares and painful memories. Even in the past, sleep meant returning to the worst nightmares of all. Her voice echoed around the room pleading with him to go, but beneath the plea, he heard another. Chris shook his head and sighed deeply. Everything was so screwed up as the small calendar blew in the gentle breeze drifting through the window. A red x was drawn across it; the date in the right corner was blocked out completely. Still the date seemed burned into him as he remembered the last one. It had seemed so perfect, until everything was destroyed.

"What's wrong with that date?" Piper asked, bringing him back to the present.

Chris glanced over at it and shrugged. "Nothing, just….urh something I….never mind."

Piper stared at him in disbelief. Two months had passed and still her new white lighter kept to himself and closed off from everything. None of them new what had happened in the future, except that his faïence had been killed. But something didn't add up; whenever they talked about her, he tensed and shook his head before orbing away. Running, he was running from his problems and the pain. Piper shook her head and sighed deeply. From personal experience she knew that it never worked. Chris lowered his eyes from the eldest sister and moved to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm.

"While you're here, want to give me a hand?" Piper asked gently.

The young witch white lighter shrugged and picked up a closed case of beer and walked out of the room. Her voice filled his mind, but he pushed it away. Nothing mattered anymore…not since he had killed her. His body tensed for a moment he almost dropped the case. Even after two months; the pain clawed at his stomach. Fixing his hold on the box, he continued to work without another word.

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Phoebe stared at the coffee up mindlessly. Something was wrong with their white lighter and it killed her to be around him and yet not to be was worse. Knowing the pain he felt just wanted her to hug him and absorb all that pain herself. He had called out the name of Bianca, his girlfriend; something else hovered just below the surface. Fear and guilt of betraying someone…close to him, a part of him.

"You know if you stick your noise any further into that cup, it's gonna burn," Paige said, sliding into a chair beside her.

The middle Halliwell sister jumped slightly and stared at her sister. Paige sighed and ran her hand through her hair and began to tap her fingers against the table.

"So, what are you doing?" Paige asked.

"It's about Chris," Phoebe said softly.

Paige rolled her eyes. 'What did he do know?"

"Nothing and that's the problem. It's been two months, Paige…it's not like him."

"So what do we do?" Paige asked. Phoebe ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Nothing made sense anymore, except for the pain that Chris felt. No matter how hard he tried, that pain couldn't be blocked. After a moment an idea popped into her head and she ran out of the kitchen. Paige followed her, but the middle child didn't stop until she reached the attic.

Grabbing her shoulder, Paige spun her around and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Look Chris isn't moving on, so maybe if we can understand his pain or bring Bianca back for a little bit, maybe he can move on," Phoebe said, shifted away from her sister.

"He's gonna kill us, you know even if we can do this," Paige said.

Phoebe nodded absentmindedly and began to write a spell. Paige sighed and began to help by setting up four candles in a circle. Once all the candles were lit, the middle sister began to recite the spell; wind swirling around them and lights flickering on and off. Paige tried to get her sister's attention, but Phoebe just continued to read the spell.

In a moment, everything fell silent; an eerie silence pulsing through the room. Paige opened her mouth to say something, but paused as her eyes drifted over to the circle. A young girl was lying unconscious. Her white shirt was torn open, revealing burns and fresh blood rolling down her arms and legs.

Before they could move, Chris orbed in. "What happened…."

His voice trailed off as he took a few steps back; his eyes locked onto the girl lying in the circle. Terror, guilt, confusion, and pain sketched onto his face. Millions of questions and denial swept through his mind, but only one word left his lips. "Allyson."

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I know the prologue was kind of bad, but trust me, it will get better. Please review with as much detail as possible. Thanks and more on both stories. Thanks