Emerging from Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. I also don't own any of the characters, just my wacky idea's and this story.
Summary: (Set after Prince Charmed) Chris has no where to go when the Charmed Ones kick him out of there lives. Chris is getting desperate... he has to save Wyatt and there's only one person who can help him do that.
A/N: Chris' thoughts will be in italics.
Chris ran out from behind a large boulder and waved him arm wildly sending several demons crashing into the opposite cavern wall. He was in the underworld... again. Lately he seemed to be living there. Once the Charmed Ones had decided that they had enough of him there was nothing he could do to gain their trust back. He had been growing increasingly desperate lately. So to distract himself he was on another vanquishing spree, only this one wasn't going as planned. He had orbed into the cave looking for a specific tribe of demons. There was only supposed to be 5 of them which would've been hard, but manageable. Instead he'd been ambushed by 3 tribes, a total of 15 demons. However he was giving as good as he got. So far he only had been hit in the shoulder once by a fire ball and once in the knee. Other then that he'd already vanquished 8 of the demons leaving only 7. He jumped back behind the boulder as they began simultaneously throwing fire ball's at him again. He sighed deeply realizing how exhausted he was. Chris hadn't slept in at least 3 day's now and he was ready to collapse. He pulled himself together as best as he could before jumping out from behind the boulder and throwing atheme after atheme into the demons chests. Finally after a furious battle he escaped with only a few injuries that weren't even that bad. He quickly put on a glamor and his appearance returned to normal. He sighed again and ran a hand through his unruly hair. He felt so close to defeat, and it scared him. "What am I going to do"? He wondered hoping against hope for someone to answer him. No one answered him and he ran a hand through his hair again feeling the sinking feeling in his stomach that he usually attributed to fighting a losing battle. He had to think of something fast. He tried to help the Charmed Ones out with demonic stuff and they still hated him, he needed a plan.
Normally that wouldn't be a problem for Chris. He always had a plan for everything. Usually he had a plan B and C as well. But dealing with his family in the past was freakin' hard. He didn't know what to do. It was hard enough to be around them. All the distrust and hatred was always eating him up inside. This was getting ridiculous. What do they want from me?! An apology Chris sarcastically answered himself. However he was so desperate to save Wyatt, and the world, that he'd do anything. Maybe if he could get the most sympathetic one alone then he could convince them to vouch for him. And if that didn't work then... he's screwed. Chris screwed up his face in misery. He didn't know how to go about this. He was always uncomfortable with apologies, but figured that it was worth it. He sensed and realized that Phoebe was alone in the manor and that he probably wouldn't get another opportunity to do this. He took one last look around the cave before he orbed out.
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"Piper hurry up your going to be late". Phoebe called out to her heavily pregnant sister. Piper was trying to get ready to go to the doctors to see how her unborn baby was doing and to figure out the gender, but these past few months, ever since they'd gotten rid of Chris, she'd been reluctant to leave him. While Phoebe understood why it was starting to become a real problem.
"I know. I know. Give me a minuet". Piper called out from Wyatt's bedroom. She looked down at her beautiful baby boy. Piper just didn't want to leave him. She was worry so much about him lately. What Chris said couldn't possibly be true. Her baby, babies she corrected herself, are going to grow up to be wonderful kids. They'll be fighting evil not creating it. Besides he looked so sweet and innocent as she gazed down at him. Chris was just lying to her again. Anger rose inside her towards her ex-whiteligher. How could he ever say such a thing about Wyatt? He's probably the evil trying to hurt Wyatt. Piper was shook out of her musings as Phoebe called for her leaned down and placed a gentle and loving kiss on his cheek before shuffling out of the room. Phoebe was waiting for her in the hallway with a sympathetic, yet impatient, look on her face.
"He'll be fine. Don't worry". Phoebe said trying to reassure her sister. She didn't think that Chris had meant to hurt Wyatt. In fact she felt kind of bad for kicking him out, but there was nothing that she could do about it, especially if she wanted to avoid the wrath of Piper. Phoebe was just really worried about Piper because she seemed to have a nervous break down for her son every time a demon attacked. That was perfectly normal Phoebe supposed, but there weren't any demons right now and Piper still couldn't leave him. It was a wonder that she ever left the house anymore. Phoebe shot Piper a small smile and felt some anger towards Chris. He shouldn't have told Piper that Wyatt was going to be evil. At least not like that. Piper glanced back at Wyatt once more before sighing and giving Phoebe a hug. She still didn't want to leave, but wanted to make sure that her second baby was OK.
"I know, but it's my job to worry. Just stay by his side OK. Take good care of him". Piper said already feeling sick at the idea of leaving him. Phoebe heard the watery quality to Pipers voice and felt worry surge through her. Wyatt can't grow up to be evil. He just can't.
"He'll be fine. I'm going to put him in his play pen downstairs while I work on my column". Phoebe answered keeping her voice light and cheerful. Piper had been extremely hormonal lately and if you said the wrong thing or sounded doubtful at all she'd start to cry. They pulled apart and Piper left the house. Phoebe heard the front door slam and Pipers car drive away. She breathed a sigh of relief and picked Wyatt up. She carried him downstairs, set up her laptop and set to work. While she worked her mind worked furiously on everything that had happened. She just couldn't believe that Wyatt would be evil. It's impossible. Doesn't the prophecy made about him say that he'll be some great vanquisher of evil? If so, then how could he be evil? And not to mention he's being raised by the most powerful good witches of all time. He can't be evil. He just couldn't be! Phoebe felt a sinking feeling as she looked at her beautiful nephew. He was giggling happily as he played with some colored blocks. Phoebe couldn't be in denial forever. He was going to turn evil unless they could stop it. A fierce instinct to protect her nephew surged through her. She wouldn't ever let anything happen to him, no matter what.
About half an hour later Phoebe was almost done with her column when someone orbed into the room next to her. Phoebe was so startled that she jumped out of her chair and landed on the floor. The swirling blue lights formed into the shape of Chris. When he saw Phoebe on the floor he looked as though he was fighting the urge to laugh. Instead he asked "Are you OK?" He then added " I didn't mean to scare you". Phoebe jumped up and hurried over to Wyatt's play pen standing in front of him as though that would protect him. Phoebe didn't think that Chris was here to hurt Wyatt, but couldn't be sure. Chris fought the urge to roll his eye's at her and settled for holding his hands in the air in the universal ' I give up ' symbol. Phoebe looked at him curiously wondering what he wanted.
"What are you doing here Chris". She demanded. Her tone wasn't extremely harsh, but Chris flinched all the same. His heart was pounding inside his ribcage as though trying to escape. He didn't think that it'd be this hard. He suddenly forgot what he was planning to say. His stomach was churning as he wrung his hands.
"I- I just. Um. Well I wanted- no I needed. Um. Wyatt- he is going to- I mean, Um". Chris continued to stutter until Phoebe interrupted him.
"Spit it out". She said, already beginning to get annoyed with her ex-whitelighter. She wished that he was just drop the act already. He cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry for everything Phoebe. I didn't mean to bring that demon here to hurt Wyatt. I swear. He was only here to figure out what evil was going to turn Wyatt since demons can sense evil and everything. I really need your help. Wyatt needs your help. I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to panic you, but Wyatt turns evil before Piper's second kid was born and I... well I'm... sorry". The words had come out in a rush and his voice became smaller and less confident with every word. Phoebe was on the verge of asking how he knew about Piper's second baby, but realized that was a stupid question considering he came from the future. She was feeling sympathetic towards him since he seemed like the apology was truly sincere. He really looked guilty. He was standing with his head bowed, his hair hanging in front of his face and his hands held awkwardly in front of him. Phoebe sighed stressfully and thought about her options carefully.
"Chris its...". Whatever she was going to say was suddenly cut off as the front door opened and was slammed closed. Phoebe looked towards the front door with fearful eye's. Chris' lifted his head and his eye's were wide and fearful as he recognized the heavy footsteps as Piper. Chris bit his lower lip as Piper entered the room. Piper walked in with a sonogram and a smile.
"Phoebe guess what. It's a boy and...". She suddenly spotted Chris. Piper screamed and ran towards Wyatt. She lifted him out of his play pen and ran to the other side of the room with him. "Phoebe what is he doing here"? Piper snarled, her voice laced with venom. Phoebe started to explain, but apparently Piper didn't want an explanation. "Get out". She hissed at Chris who looked thoroughly alarmed. "Get out now, I told you that I never wanted to see you again and I MEANT IT". She screamed at Chris. He hurriedly threw up his emotionless mask and while his demeanor seemed merely bored Phoebe knew better. His eye's were unusually shinny and were clouded with pain. Chris orbed out and Piper turned towards Phoebe.
"What the HELL were you thinking? ARE YOU INSANE? You let him in this house, near WYATT, after everything that he did. Why would you do such a stupid thing Phoebe. Do you not care about Wyatt anymore?WELL"? Piper screamed at Phoebe and was now near hysterics. Phoebe tried to explain again. She didn't want Piper to get too stressed out, it could seriously hurt the baby.
"I'm so sorry Piper. He just orbed in and I was about to tell him to get out of here or else when you walked in". Phoebe said hoping to calm Piper down. She felt sort of bad about lying, but not a lot. After all she needed Piper to calm down for herself and her baby. Piper glared at her, but seemed to believe her because she collapsed into the nearest chair and closed her eye's stressfully.
"Sorry for screaming at you Pheebs. I was just...". Piper trailed off as Phoebe hurriedly reassured her that it was OK and she should have explained sooner. Phoebe left the room to make some tea thinking how bad she felt for Chris. There wasn't anything she could do about it though. Chris had to stay away for Piper and the babies sake. Then maybe Phoebe would try to talk to him.
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Chris orbed onto the golden gate bridge and let the tears that he'd kept in flow freely down his face. He felt so defeated. Why do they hate him so much? His tears came more forcefully as Pipers words echoed in his head. His own mother hated him. Why? Chris knew that he had messed up there lives a lot and made them full of non-stop demon fighting, but it was for Wyatt. For the whole world. Shouldn't that have been good enough for them. Why can't it be? Why can't he ever be good enough? Wyatt was always good enough. Leo always liked him more. He is the almighty twice blessed Chris thought and this time his tears were of pain and bitterness. So far he'd been able to be quiet, but now he was sobbing loudly and almost screaming with misery and anguish. He started crying for all the sadness in his life. For everything he lost and was fighting for. He cried for his mom, aunts, uncles, cousins and even his dad. He cried for his brother, lost to evil. He hadn't always been evil. He used to be a great big brother and Chris cried for the loss of him as well. He cried for Bianca and everything that she must have been put through trying to protect him before Wyatt finally broke her and convinced her to join him. He cried for his Aunt Prue who's ghost had been tortured by Wyatt and was probably still in one of his dungeons. He cried for his friend D.J. (the half- manticore baby from 'Little Monsters') who was killed and tortured by Wyatt's hand even though they used to be extremely close. He cried for his grandpa who had to watch his cousins being killed by demons yet unable to help.
That's when the idea hit him. Chris whispered "Grandpa". And suddenly his plan B was formed. Chris took another half hour to calm down before finally orbing off.