Title: When Lightning Strikes Twice
Author: iMegaphone
Rating: T
Summary: Chris had everything planned out perfectly. How could he have known that it would all change because of one person?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Charmed.
A/N: This takes place after the season six finale. I could not stand Chris dying. He worked so hard to change the future and what does he get for it? He dies. This just doesn't work for me. So, I've decided to start my own little fic that contains the madness that dwells in my mind. I've had so many ideas running through my head for months, it's crazy! I think it's about time that I write them all down before my brain explodes. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it.
Chapter 1
His head ached. No, that was a complete understatement. His head was throbbing and his body was in such severe pain that he didn't understand how he was conscious at the moment. Wait, was he? He turned his head slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. There was white everywhere. The walls, doors, windows, everything was covered in white. It was actually a bit hard to stare at. He blinked a few times, trying to get used to the color.
He was positive that he had never been here before. What was going on? The last thing he remembered was telling his father to hold on and then everything turned to black. He had thought that he would return to the changed future, but he was obviously wrong. Well, unless this was the future he had fought so hard to change. It really didn't look that great. Hell, he'd have preferred the dark future he had grown up in to this white madness. Someone seriously needed to inform whoever lived here that they needed to hire someone to fix this mess.
His musings were interrupted as a sharp pain shot through his stomach. My God, that hurt! He reached for his stomach and gasped as he felt wetness. He pulled his hands away and stared at them. His hands were covered in blood. The dark red was a harsh contrast to the white that surrounded him.
He came to a crushing realization then. He was dead. After all the hard work he had done, this was how he was rewarded. Why was this happening? He had planned it all out perfectly. He would get Leo to become an elder and then get the girls to vanquish as many demons as possible. As the threat to Wyatt diminished, he would slowly reunite Piper and Leo. He would be conceived and then he could continue on his quest to save Wyatt. He had never thought that it would all turn out so badly. He had never thought that one person could change everything so quickly.
Was Wyatt safe? Was he safe? He wondered if his mini version was fairing well back in the past. Surely he had been born! Unless…no, he couldn't think like that! He had to have been born. He just had to! The fates had to at least allow him that much.
He sat up slowly, the sharp pains shooting throughout his body. If he was dead, why was he in so much pain? And why the hell was he bleeding?! Of course there was no one around to explain anything to him. No, that would have been far too easy. And he sure as hell hadn't had an easy life. This was just another common occurrence in his pathetic existence.
A familiar jingling filled the room and he stared in the direction of the blue orbs that appeared in front of him.
"Ah, Christopher, I see that you got here before us. Yes, quite sorry about that," an old man, obviously an Elder, said, his voice booming around the room. He chuckled, amused with himself. He continued to smile, but stopped when he took in his appearance.
"Oh, how utterly rude of me!" he explained, rushing to him and placing his hands above the wound. A golden glow shot out of his hands, healing the cursed wound slowly. When it was completely sealed, the Elder stood back smiling. He held out his hand, and Chris took it.
The Elder led Chris down the white hallway and into a large white room. Many other Elders stood in the room waiting for them. The moment they walked in the rest of the Elders moved toward them, stopping a few inches away from them.
"Yes, well I'm sure you're wondering why you're here," the Elder said. Chris nodded quickly. He really did want to know what was going on.
The Elder motioned for Chris to take a seat in a white chair that appeared before him and Chris did so as quickly as possible. He didn't want to waste anymore time!
"Christopher, we know how much work you put into saving Wyatt, into saving the future. And we also know that your death was not expected, but unfortunately we could not prevent that from happening. Your death and the kidnapping of young Wyatt set a series of events into motion. It caused the spell to be lifted from your aunts and the city, and it caused your father to eliminate Gideon."
Chris stared at the Elder, his mouth opening in shock. His father hadeliminated Gideon? What did that mean, exactly?
Almost as if the Elder had read his mind, he began to speak again. "Yes, I'm sure you're wondering what that means? Your father killed Gideon. Christopher, I know this information comes as a shock, but you had to know. But, you can find out the rest later. We brought you to this place in order to stop you from moving on. We could not let you die. You have done much for the greater good and we feel that you deserve to be rewarded."
Chris stared at the Elder, certain that he had misunderstood or imagined what he had just been said.
The Elder began to chuckle once more. "Chris, my boy, did you really think you'd go unrewarded for saving the future?" he asked, placing his hands on Chris' shoulders. He stared into Chris' eyes and he knew then that it was real.
He was going to have a second chance! He could be with his family, hisentire family! He'd finally have that wonderful relationship he'd always longed to have with Wyatt, and his parents would be together. And Bianca! He'd be able to hold her in his arms once more and –
"Christopher, before you start to get excited, there are certain things you need to know," The Elder said quietly. Chris didn't like his tone. Nothing good could come from something said in that way.
"You will not being going to the changed future."
He wouldn't be going to the changed future? Well, why the hell not!
Once again The Elder seemed to read his mind. "Now, don't be so angry! You won't be going to the changed future because everything has changed. The time line has changed; the events and moments in your life have changed. Nothing you once knew exists anymore. The entire future is different. We couldn't possible send you there, Christopher. It's far too different; you wouldn't be able to adjust."
"Then, where am I going?" Chris asked. This was really confusing and disappointing. It was so hard to take in. He wouldn't get to live out the future he had wanted so badly. How was this fair?
The Elders in the room smiled. They obviously knew where he was going and from their looks they were very pleased with their decision.
"Why, you're going back to the past."
Chris shot up from his chair. He was going back to the past? How could he go back to the past? Why would they send him there? He already existed there. This was really confusing.
"Sir, how can I go back to the past when I'm already there?" he was worried about the answer, but he had to know.
"Christopher, the two of you have different souls. You are the Christopher from another time line. You may be the same person, but in other ways you are not. Because of this, the two of you are able to exist at the same time, in the same time line. We thought that you would like to go back, as you know what's going on and are familiar with everyone. Were we wrong to assume this?" he asked.
"I guess you're right. Going back to the past is much better than being dead," he added with a laugh. It sounded so foreign. He hadn't truly laughed in quite some time. It was a very strange feeling.
"Ah, excellent! Well, we should get you back there. I'm sure you don't want to spend one more minute here," he said, a knowing smile gracing his face.
The Elders formed a circle around him and began to chant in a different language. He tried to figure out what it was, but couldn't place it. A golden light began to creep up his body, filling him with great warmth. It had a calming effect on him, and he began to feel lethargic.
The last thing he saw before he passed out was the Elder winking at him.
A/N:
Now, I know what you're thinking. This is another fan fiction about Chris getting a second chance at living. Well, I have a lot more than that planned. And with my crazy mind, I'll come up with loads more along the way!
Reviews are really nice and encouraging.