Hey guys, this is something that's been going around my head for the last week so…hope you enjoy. Chris revelation fiction.

Chapter one

The girl stood in the attic of the Halliwell mansion, or what had become of it. Her narrowed green-blue eyes took in the roof that had caved in during the latest battle between Wyatt and the resistance, the rotting floorboards and moth-eaten rug and sighed sadly.

It had used to be magnificent. It had been a place where she had felt safe and loved, even with demons constantly popping up everywhere. She had never felt more comfortable anywhere else, even after almost eight years.

It was all gone now, and had been gone for years now, since her mother and aunts had died at the hands of the very man who had destroyed the mansion only days before and caused her to grow up almost alone, with only her older brother to guide and raise her. Wyatt Mathew Halliwell.

Two hands suddenly rubbed against her shoulder, squeezing gently and causing her to turn and smile sadly up at the man who stood in front of her. He looked down at her, his light chocolate brown eyes questioning as she reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

At his touch she gave a quiet sob and pulled him towards her abruptly, curling into the heat of his body, silently seeking comfort. She felt, rather than heard, him sigh seconds before his arms wrapped around her tightly, his chin nuzzling her head softly.

"Oh, come now, what's this?" he asked, gruffly, pulling her tightly against as if trying to forge them into one.

She sniffed noisily and pulled back to give him a watery smile. "Nothing…and everything. I don't want to leave you."

"As I don't want you to leave…but I also don't want you to be miserable all the time. Ever since I rescued you from…" he felt hot rage well up inside him but suppressed it quickly before she saw it in his eyes and continued, "Wyatt's torture chamber you've been in so much pain. And Chris's worry and pain being added to yours from the mental link is not helping in the least. You need to go to him. You need to help him as much as you need his help to get better."

She sighed, guiltily, "I know and I'm sorry," when he went to object she held her hand up, "Wait, I have to say this. I know it's worried you, and I'm sorry for that, but I can feel all the pain they are causing him and I can't stand it. I hate them for it. And as for the….incidents in the chamber I'm trying not to think of that. I know have to do this, but I'm worried about leaving you behind."

"Hey," he said, lifting her chin so she would meet his gaze, giving her the cocky smile she had fallen in love with, "I'm a demon. I'm invincible remember? And I'm only ever a call away," he reminded her, tapping her temple gently.

She rolled her eyes at him, laughing despite herself as she ran a hand through his long black hair. "Half demon, and you better prove that by staying alive. I didn't marry you for you to die on me," she said, glancing down at the tattooed ring on the third finger of her left hand.

He smiled at her before leaning down and kissing her deeply, "As long as you continue to use the pain spell until your healed, it's a deal," before reaching into his pocket and pulling a piece of paper out of her hand.

"Okay," she smiled, before taking the spell that he had handed to her, "then I guess we better do this."

He watched her as she walked towards the faded triquetra on the attic wall and as she hesitated before shakily reading the spell aloud.

Hear these words, hear the rhyme

Heed the hope within my mind

Send me back to where I'll find

What I wish in place and time.

They both watched as the triquetra glowed a bright, blinding blue as she portal opened up in front of her.

She turned back and smiled sadly at him, "Well, bye bye demon-boy."

He smiled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. "I'll be seeing you, vexing witch."

She gave a soft laugh, remembering the first time they'd meet in the Underworld and exchanged those goodbyes, before turning back to the portal, whispering, "I love you Damon," before stepping into the portal and letting it close behind her.

He sighed, slumping down against the attic floor when the triquetra stopped glowing and whispered back, "I love you more, Melinda Halliwell," before burying his head in his hands.