Charmed

Damien455

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, would be nice, but still I do not.

Summary: A teenage Chris finds something in the attic which raises his suspicions about his father. He confronts his father and the truth of Leo's past is out.

(Contains slash.)

Changing Ocean Tides

Chapter One: Buried Heartache

Because I miss you
And this is all I want to say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

I Miss You by Darren Hayes

Chris Halliwell, sixteen, was grounded. After being caught smoking a cigarette by his mother, he was punished to the worst job in the world: cleaning the attic. The Halliwell attic was the home to many boxes of junk, bookcases filled with old books, mangled furniture and most of all: the Book of Shadows.

The Halliwells were unlike their "mortal" neighbors. They were witches. Beings given the powers of magic and a destiny to fight evil demons and warlocks. The Book of Shadows was their power center.

Chris rolled his eyes as he turned to face a corner of the room. Six large boxes were stacked and it was his task to go through them and get rid of whatever was not needed.

He outstretched his hand and wiggled his pointer and middle fingers in a "come here" motion and one of the large boxes slid across the floor and stopped at his feet. He knew his mother would kill him if she found out he had used his magic. "Personal Gain, Christopher." He could hear her saying that to him now. He rolled his eyes once again.

He plopped himself onto the floor and opened the cardboard box. He knew from the first item in the box that it was his fathers. He pulled out his dad's army uniform hat. An ugly olive green captains hat, that Christopher scoffed at and put aside. Definitely something that had to be kept. He kept pulling out objects and clothing until something caught his eye. He was confused at what he held in his hands. A tattered old photograph that he had never seen before was in his hand and many questions were running through his head.

He turned the picture over and read in his father's messy scrawl, March 17, 1974. "1974? Dad was already a whitelighter. Who is this?" Chris thought to himself as he noticed a folded piece of newspaper paperclip to the photo.

He looked again at the photo. His dad had shaggy blonde almost surfer hair, and was wearing a purple and blue psychedelic shirt. His arm was around the shoulders of a man. This man wore a white tank top, and had short brown hair. He was actually very good looking.

He unclipped the paper and folded it out. The yellowed paper was from the San Francisco Gazette and was dated March 19, 1974. It was not an article. It was an obituary. "That's today's date." He said aloud to himself.

Michael James Keller, 24, entered into rest on March 18, 1974 following an accident. He died peacefully in his sleep at San Francisco Memorial Hospital. Michael was a graduate student at the University of San Francisco. He was working towards a masters in Sociology. He is predeceased by his mother, Olivia Keller and his maternal grandparents, James and Gloria Hunter. He is survived by his father, Paul Keller, his paternal grandparents, Henry and Grace Keller of San Diego, two sisters, Elizabeth and Janet, both of San Francisco, and a brother, Matthew Keller, of Sacramento, as well as many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. Calling hours between 4 and 7pm tomorrow, March 20, 1974 at Harris-Jacobs Funeral Home. Funeral services will be held at St. Paul Roman Catholic Church on March 21, 1974 at nine o'clock, burial will follow at Mount Carmel cemetery. The family asks that all donations be made to the San Francisco Memorial Children's Hospital.

Chris re-read it several times. Who was this man and why was his dad so close to him?

Chris put the photo and clipping in his shirt pocket and continued to dig through the box. Nothing else sparked suspicion except the finding of the same shirt his father, Leo, wore in the picture. Chris knew what he had to do. He had to talk to his father.

Chris stopped what he was doing. The questions were burning holes in his mind. He had to do it now. He stood up and felt his body being enveloped in energy and magic. He swirled in an array of white and blue lights and he was gone.

Magic School…

Leo Wyatt sat at his desk. In front of him was a stack of papers that had to be graded. He lacked the motivation to do so. His red pen sat in his hand, he was ready to grade but he wasn't at the same time. His blue eyes kept staring at the calendar in front of him. His eyes focused on the date.

He looked up and saw his son standing in front of him. His eyes looking at his fathers.

"Dad, can we talk for a moment? I have to ask you something." Chris asked. His mind still burning for the answers.

"Sure Chris, but aren't you suppose to be at home cleaning?" his father pressed.

"I am." Chris said, walking towards the desk and placing the photo and obituary on the desk in front of his father.

"Where did you get this?" Leo asked. His voice shaking with raw emotion.

"I found it in a box of your old stuff. Who is he, a former charge?" Chris asked.

"I haven't seen this is so long." Leo said, his eyes beginning to water.

"Dad?" Chris asked, noticing the change in his father's demeanor.

Silence.

"Daddy, who is he?" Chris pressed further.

"Chris, shut the door and sit down. Please." He asked his son.

And Chris obeyed his father.

Leo waited in silence as his son did as he was told and took a seat.

"Did you show this picture to your mother, brother or sister?" Leo asked.

"No. I found it and came straight here."

"Chris, this picture was taken forty-six years ago today." Leo stated.

"I know. I did the math. But who is he?" Chris pressed further.

"Chris, I need you to swear you secrecy to me right now. That what we talk about never leaves this room."

"I promise you, Dad." Chris said, knowing that this was serious.

"Chris, I died in 1942. I was eighteen and a husband when I was sent to Guadal Canal. You know that though. When I died I was given the gift of immortality and the magic to be a whitelighter. I was a very good whitelighter. I had many, many charges in my time. I also had many love affairs over the years. The first being a young witch, Jessica, in the late fifties."

"I thought relationships between witches and whitelighters were forbidden?" Chris interrupted.

"They weren't back then. I'll explain that. Anyways, I was a love hungry young whitelighter. I missed the feeling of love, being dead and all. The sixties were a strange time for everyone. I had three love affairs that decade. The first was with a witch named Nancy, a young rogue hippie. Then there was Henrietta, an older witch. Then lastly there was Penny, your great-grandmother."

"You had sex with Grams!" Chris exclaimed.

"Once, in 1967, you great-grandfather never knew. I was a very seductive man with a sex appeal that through every woman at me. It wasn't until the seventies rolled around and I met Michael that I really knew how "seductive" I was."

"You dated a man?" Chris asked. His interest peaked and he was slightly confused.

"Michael Keller was the first and only man that I would ever fall for. That is why you can not tell your mother. Now this was before your mother and me but it would raise questions as to which side I'm playing on."

"I understand Dad." Chris said.

"Chris, I'm not a gay man. I love your mother but forty-six years ago, I also loved a man."

"Dad, this is a lot to take in."

"I understand that son. But it happened, and it's in the past now. My life has changed dramatically since then."

"I know but its weird just imaging you being with a guy, or anyone besides mom for that matter."

"I know. Love is a very strange thing. It happens when we least expect it. It was after my relationship with Michael, that the Elders instated the rule that whitelighters and charges couldn't be together, not until your mother and me."

"You started the rule then ended the rule." Chris laughed.

"I did." Leo chuckled.

"Grams always said that it was unheard of before you and mom. Why would she say that if you, she and many others were together?"

"Your Grams never wanted anyone to know about us. Also because when your Aunt Paige was born the rule was in affect and it helped your grandmother Patty give Paige up for adoption."

"So really, you're the reason that Aunt Paige had to be given up at birth?"

The reality of the statement broke Leo's heart. "Yes." was all he could muster.

"That's heavy."

"I know that is why no one could ever know about this." Leo said.

"Dad, tell me about him. Tell me about Michael." Chris asked.

"Alright." Leo said, as he reclined his chair and looked out the window. He was ready to tell the secrets of his heart. The secret he kept buried for forty-six years.

This is the first chapter and there will be more to follow. This story is random and it just popped into my head recently. I know it's not like anything else out there, but I thought it would be different to explore Leo's past. Review please!