Okay this is quiet obviously a Charmed Fan fiction centring around Future…Past Chris…Or Chris Perry.

Later it will be slash I'm not releasing a pairing just yet.

Now this is the first Charmed Fan Fic I've ever written and I hope that the story holds my interest long enough to finish it.

I'm rating this story above what I think it will ever be so I can have a bit of leeway in the story's direction.

Summery: The day Chris Perry died his soul was left at an impasse, not able to return to the future unable to stay in the past, and in danger of disappearing, Death offers another alternative. Will eventually be slash.

To those that have read Snitched and are awaiting the next chapter…it may take a while but I will finish it…eventually.

I hope you enjoy Chapter: Prologue

The house was quiet, a solemn hush had fallen since the body had disappeared, and even Leo's heart wrenching sobs seemed muted.

Paige bit down on the tips of her nails, tears rolled down her cheeks like small rivers, her teeth were chattering in a desperate attempt to contain her own emotions.

Chris was gone, had died protecting his vision of what could be, he had given up all that he was to preserve a possibility. Paige couldn't help but worry that he had died in vain, Gideon may be gone but the threat to Wyatt still remained, it was present in every demon or Warlock that might wish to make a name for themselves. Still that worry would have to wait for another day, there were more pressing concerns.

Chris knew the moment he lost that tenuous grip he had held on to life, it seemed to slip away from him like sand through his fingers; impossible to hold no matter how desperately he tried. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to disappear and never be able to rejoin the timeline. He wanted to live, to see Wyatt grown and good, to hug his brother and not fear the consequences, not fear retaliation. And Chris desperately wanted to walk into the manor and maybe, just maybe, by some grace of God, see his mother in the kitchen. Her long hair would be pulled back, her back to him as she studiously worked on a potion or better yet her Choc Chip Cookies that Chris remembered to be like heaven melting on his tongue.

Chris closed his eyes for a final time, he could no longer feel his body, couldn't feel his father's hands clasped tight on his shirt, as though that desperate hold anchored Chris's life to his body.

When Chris opened his eyes Leo was holding on to the bed cover, his shoulders were shaking and Chris's body was no longer there. Instead Chris stood at the end of the bed, invisible to all in the room; his heart sank as he realised that his soul wasn't moving on, his hopes of rejoining the time line was shattered.

"Yes, you do pose a rather unique problem." A quiet voice intoned from behind him.

Chris's eyes widened but he didn't turn, he new that the presence behind him could only be Death, he was going to be ferried to the 'Other World' whether he wanted to go or not…it was impossible to bargain with Death.

"Yes it is rather."

Chris still didn't turn, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want his life to be over, and he wasn't ready yet.

"Chris, turn around." The voice was a dull monotone; there was no inflection, no feelings, just cold, emotionless Death.

Slowly Chris turned to face Death; a tall figure dressed all in black, swept back blond hair and dulled grey eyes.

"What I don't even get to stay for my funeral?" Chris questioned lightly, stalling the inevitable.

"You forget Chris, today is the day of your birth, not you death. As I said, you pose a rather unique problem and I'm not entirely sure what to do with you."

Chris dared not to look hopeful, "So I can go rejoin the timeline?"

"No Chris, that is impossible. You must remember that the Chris being born today will be raised differently from the way you were raised. He will have different experiences and memories that vary from your own." Death paused and looked thoughtful. "At the same time, your soul is the same and so you can not go the 'Other World' as you called it, because eventually he will have to go there as well and two souls that are exactly the same cannot occupy the same space."

Death sighed and a perplexed look crossed his face, Chris hadn't realised that Death could exhibit such emotions.

"Yes you pose quite a problem young Chris, I simply don't know what to do with you."

"Well I could" Chris began before Death rose a hand to shush him.

"No young Chris you cannot rejoin your original timeline because it simply doesn't exist any more, not on any plane. No I have to think of something else." Death's right hand went to his chin and he tapped his index finger on his jawbone as he stood there, blithely deciding Chris's fate. Chris could help but think this grossly unfair.

"It might be unfair but I think we might have a solution." Death said abruptly, looking down at his nails.

"We?" Chris asked.

"Okay I might have a solution for you, tell me Chris what do you know about alternate timelines?" Death stared unblinking into Chris's eyes.

"Umm, not a lot."

Death 'hummed' quietly under his breath then launched into his explanation.

"Chris, you can't return to your timeline because it no longer exists, but that doesn't mean that there aren't others out there that you could conceivably make a life for yourself."

"I don't understand."

"I know, what I mean to say is that time isn't lineal , it branches off much like a tree, with every decision people make there are about five to ten possible outcomes, or branches as the case may be.

"Now when you came back in time, you eradicated the branch where Wyatt becomes evil because of Gideon, but that doesn't mean some other threat, that possibly wouldn't have been a threat if Gideon hadn't been killed, won't come along a do something else to Wyatt to turn him evil.

"But still this means that your timeline that branches with Gideon is now gone, you have nowhere to return to, even if it is to die. Now do you understand?"

Chris struggled to keep up with Death's explanation, he did understand on a basic level, but still it was hard to take in that all that he'd done to save Wyatt only stopped one possible outcome, that there were plenty of other Wyatts that turned from other threats that Chris should have protected him from.

"Chris, you achieved what you came here to do, you protected your Wyatt, your world, you sacrificed yourself to that end, do not feel disappointed, feel proud, your Wyatt will never become that evil."

"But you just said,"

"Chris those Wyatts that turn to darkness are for a different Chris to worry about, most of them are not as lost as your Wyatt was anyway."

Death moved closer to Chris, his grey eyes seemed less dull and more like pools thought.

"Chris, you did a noble thing and the Powers that Be recognise this, you sacrificed your self for the greater good, you don't deserve to disappear, which is what will happen if you are left in this realm unattended. Already your younger self is ready to be born and once he is you will be no more."

Chris drew in a shuddering breath, he found it odd that even though he was aware he no longer had a corporeal body; he still felt that nervous breath fill his non-existent lungs.

"What I propose Chris is giving you a life in a different timeline, one in which you don't exist."

TBC

Well there is our Prologue, let me know what you think, if I should continue…etcetera etcetera.

Love always Saine!!