Ok, this story is totally my friends fault :P I wrote one scene, that wouldn't leave me alone and I sent it to him. And he replied: "Hey, write the whole story." So here you go :D And said friend beta-readed it, so all remaining mistakes are mine.

In this story will be two Chrises (yea, I can't get them enough xD) so the one, who will appear later with Wyatt will be reffered to as Christopher or other Chris. If you want me to mark them, let me know.
Also thoughts and telepathic conversation are in italic.

Action of this story takes place after episode Sword and the City and before Chris-Crossed.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Charmed and it's characters.

Chris reread the Book of Shadows for the third time in the last hour. Still, he hasn't found the demon, who attacked the Charmed Ones. He really hoped, that he would be at least mentioned in the Book. Then it would be far easier for him to convince the sisters that he knew that demon from the future and the only one who could defeat him was actually Wyatt. But no, the life hasn't been easy for him since he came to the past. Not that in his time was any better, but there at least he had some friends. Here he was all alone, even if he was with his family. Chris sighed and closed the Book, leaning his forehead on it in defeat. Looks like he'll have to tell his charges about that demon without any proofs to support his theory. And even if they believe him, there was no way they'll let Wyatt near the demon. Chris groaned already feeling the beginning of the headache. This will be a long discussion.

"Uh..." Chris heard a very familiar voice, very familiar. Like his own? "Where are we?"

"I don't know," answered another very familiar voice. Chris's head shot up immediately, taking in the sight of Wyatt and other version of himself. They seemed to be around the same age as he and Wyatt and they looked definitely happier and... good. He scowled. Great, another thing to worry about.

"Chris?" asked Wyatt, looking at the Whitelighter with wide eyes.

"What are you two doing here?" Chris asked rubbing his forehead. Yes, definitely headache.

"The spell gone wrong," Christopher shrugged.

"And what are you doing here?" asked Wyatt curiously. "And where is here?"

"It's 2003. And you don't need to know," Chris sighed. "Before we talk you must know some facts. First, no one knows who I am. For them I'm Chris Perry, their Whitelighter from the future. They don't even know I'm a witch. Second, they can't know who we are. Me and well... me especially. If they guess who you are," he pointed at Wyatt, "tell them that he's your friend. Don't, absolutely don't tell them he's your brother."

"Why not?" Wyatt frowned. He knew about rules of the time travel, but that was just weird.

"Do you want to have him?" Chris pointed at his other version. Wyatt nodded. "They hate me, so if they'll know, they won't bother with conceiving him."

"What?" the brothers looked at the Whitelighter in disbelief.

"I'm serious," Chris narrowed his eyes at them. "I've been here, in the past, for months now and I messed up some things. And I won't tell you, so don't ask."

"But why are you even here?" asked Christopher.

"To save Wyatt."

"From what?" the Twice Blessed exclaimed.

"I don't really know," Chris shrugged and he smiled slightly, "What spell brought you here?"

"Er..." Wyatt scratched his head sheepishly. "I don't remember."

"How can you not remember?" asked Christopher incredulously. "You wrote it!"

"You let him cast the spell he wrote?" Chris looked at his other version in disbelief.

"Hey!" Wyatt exclaimed indignantly. "I can write the spells just fine, thank you!"

"Of course you can," the two Chrises answered sarcastically. Wyatt huffed, irritated. There were two against one now.

"Chris, have you found that..." Piper walked into the attic with baby Wyatt in her arms and trailed of, seeing two other persons in the room. She frowned. "What's going on?" She looked at her Whitelighter accusingly. "Chris!"

"What?" asked Chris, annoyed. Will they ever stop blaming him for everything? "It's not my fault!"

"Whatever," Piper said and looked closely at the other two boys. Chris scowled at her. "Who are you?"

"Hi," said Wyatt uncomfortably. She was looking at them rather suspiciously. "I'm... um, Matt. This is my b-best friend, Chris."

"You can call me Christopher, since there is two of us," the other Chris added, hesitantly.

Pipe didn't say anything, only staring at Wyatt now. He looked familiar to her. But she couldn't place where she saw him. The baby in her arms shifted and she looked at the child, adjusting her grip as to not to drop him. And then she saw it. She quickly looked between the baby and the adult version in shock. "Wyatt?"

"Uh...Yes." Wyatt smiled apologetically at Chris, who rolled his eyes, muttering something about fairness.

"Why did you lie to me?" the Charmed One asked sadly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Piper, there are rules for time traveling," said Chris calmly. "One wrong word, even the tiniest slip and the whole future will be screwed."

"Chris," Piper looked at her Whitelighter angrily. "Maybe you should go to do your... stuff. I'll handle this."

"But..." started Chris.

"Now!" Piper demanded.

Chris blinked, stunned. Did she just kicked him out? "Fine!" he huffed. "Don't call me if you get attacked again." He orbed out.

"No, wait!" called Wyatt, but it was too late. He looked at his mother in anger. "Why did you do that?"

Piper winced, seeing the shock on the other Chris's face and she immediately felt guilty. He was friend of Wyatt after all. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired of his future consequences crap."

"That's not a crap," the Twice Blessed informed her. "He can't tell you anything about the future. We can't and we won't tell you anything about the future, too."

"Okay," Piper sighed.

"Can you call him back?" asked Christopher.

"He won't come," Piper shook her head. "He likes to disappear like that for days."

"Chris," Wyatt called. "Come back. Please?" They waited. Nothing happened.

"Chris, I'm sorry," Piper tried. "Come back." Silence. "Chris!"

The orbs appeared, forming Leo. "Do you need anything?"

"I called for Chris, not you," Piper frowned. Wyatt and Christopher looked at each other in confusion.

"Yeah, well," the Elder shrugged. "I heard you call him, and he didn't answer, so I thought I'll check on you. He probably went to Underworld again, so he won't be available for a while."

"He went where?" Wyatt yelled.

Leo turned to him, shocked. "Who are you?" He asked and spotted the other version of Chris near Wyatt. He narrowed his eyes in anger at him. Wyatt frowned, stepping between them. Chris wasn't kidding, when he told them they hate him.

"It's Wyatt." Piper answered. "And Chris is his friend." She felt bad for her Whitelighter. He really was friend of Wyatt and they treat him like a dirt.

Leo gaped, "Oh."

"What is he doing in the Underworld?" the Twice Blessed raged.

"Wyatt, calm down," Christopher soothed and added in thoughts, 'Before they got too suspicious.'

"Right," Wyatt took a deep breath and looked at his brother. "Will you be fine here? I'll go and try to find him."

"Yeah," Christopher nodded. Wyatt orbed, nothing happened. "Wyatt?"

The Twice Blessed waved his hand. Again, nothing happened. "I have no powers."

"What?" Christopher yelled.

"I have no powers," Wyatt repeated in panic.

The other Chris orbed in place, "I have mine."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Calm down, Wyatt," the Elder sighed. "There can't be two of you with powers at the same time. Your baby self have powers, but you can't have them."

"Oh, right," Wyatt smiled sheepishly.

"We can use the spell," said Chris and smirked. "One, that you are definitely not going to write."

"Oh, fine!" Wyatt sighed and sat down on the couch, pouting. Christopher laughed.