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Takes place in the new future, a few months before Chris's 23 birthday. At this point, he knows of the future (or what they told him of it) and has had some *flashbacks* (more on that later) but not a lot.

"Will you calm down?" Wyatt begged. Chris gave him an exacerbated look.

"Calm down? Calm down? Are you kidding me?" Chris panicked. "Wy, my dissertation is due in a week and I am no where near done… I don't have time for a demon right now! I'm not even letting Matt sleep in his room?"

"Okay, but not breathing isn't going to help your cause." Wyatt talked him down. "You need to breathe, man. You'll get it done."

"What if I don't? What if-"

"You'll get it done." Wyatt assured. Chris ran a hand through his hair. "I promise."

"Wy, this is everything I have worked for… I-"

"You'll get it done." Wyatt repeated. Chris took a steadying breath. He gave up on calming down and starting pacing anxiously. He bit his thumbnail, which was already too short from the stressful week.

"I don't think I can do this, I-"

"Stop." Wyatt commanded. He put up a forcefield to prevent Chris from walking forwards. His younger brother, caught up in his meltdown, walked straight into it. He got kicked back a few inches, shocking him back.

"Ow?"

"You were spiraling. I didn't know what else to do?" Wyatt justified.

"A hug. Normal people offer hugs when someone is having a crisis." Chris responded.

"Come here." Wyatt held out his arms and held his brother for a moment. "It's going to be okay. You're going to finish it and you're going to defend and you're going walk across a stage and they are going to give an expensive piece of paper and a hood and all of your hard work is going to worth it…"

"I miss having a life." He sighed and let go. "You had a life? When was that?" Wyatt teased. Chris rolled his eyes. "You skipped grades and were still valedictorian… and then graduated college early with the same status."

"I-"

"You tried convincing me that the library counted as leaving your room in undergrad?"

"I didn't always study alone?" Chris argued.

"Look… I love you, but you're a nerdy antisocial neurotic little freak who actively hates most people and avoids most social situations-"

"What happened to trying to make me feel better?" Chris reacted.

"-and it's going to be the reason you get through this. Chris, you're the smartest person I've ever met. You'll get it done." Wyatt finished.

"Yeah." "Great. Now can we please get back to the original reason you called?" Wyatt requested. Chris crossed his arms and nodded. "What are we looking for?"

"I don't know, Wy, she was… I mean… wow, uh…" Chris scratched head, trying to stay objective. "Brunette, 5'6", 130, late twenties maybe? She was wearing this tight leather and, god, the way she moved-"

"We could set up a Tinder profile and see if you match?"

"Not funny." Chris didn't appreciate.

"Okay, okay…Anything we can use? Powers or markings or-"

"Pretty basic demon stuff. Energy ball, shimmering, conjuring-"

"And she almost killed you?"

"Hey, she was clearly trained." Chris justified. Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "Plus-"

"You're out of shape?" Wyatt joked.

"She looked like- Excuse you? I am not-"

"You're telling me you haven't gained weight the past few years? It's not exactly something you can hide, man." Wyatt teased. "That doesn't-"

"Uh huh." Wyatt crossed his arms, enjoying his brother's frustration.

"It's not that bad." Chris more for himself than Wyatt, who just rolled his eyes. Chris sighed in frustration. "Look, I was put on a new medication and I'm really stressed out with-"

"Did you hit 300?" Wyatt accused. Chris gave him an unamused glare.

"No?" Chris worried. "Do I look like... Can we please get just back to me almost dying?"

"Yeah." Wyatt accepted. Chris calmed down. "Are you sure there was nothing special about her? Anything that would-"

"Oh, she was everything but average, Wy." He blurted, getting side tracked. Wyatt listened to his brother swoon. Chris blushed and looked to the side. "You know she, uh, actually kind of looked like-"

"You got attacked by your imaginary girlfriend?" Wyatt burst out laughing. "Okay, if you're dreaming about her again, you seriously need to get laid…"

"Ha ha, very funny." Chris didn't appreciate.

"Okay, but seriously, Chris, are you sure you weren't just-"

"That energy ball was very real, Wy." Chris shot down.

"Energy ball?" Piper overheard. She walked upstairs into the attack alarmed. "Were you attacked?"

"Yeah, apparently by his sex fantasy girl." Wyatt teased, getting a glare.

"She's not-" Chris's face turned red in front of his mom. "You-"

"Hey, not my fault she doesn't like you. Probably doesn't appreciate you jacking off to her all those years." Wyatt laughed. Chris fumed. "What?"

"I'm going to kill you." Chris decided.

"You even had a name for her, didn't you?"

"Can we please stop talking about this?" Chris pleaded anxiously. "It's not funny. I-"

"God, what was it?" What continued, grinning. Chris swallowed nervously.

"Wy-"

"Bianca?" Wyatt guessed. Piper dropped the laundry basket. Her boys stopped.

"Sorry." Piper quickly snapped out of it. She cleared her voice. "I, uh, I'm-"

"You know what, never mind. Just forget I said anything. I'll let her attack me." Chris decided.

"Yeah, you into that?" Wyatt teased one more time. Chris tuned him out and grabbed his coat. "What? Wh?"

"Oh, stop being so sensitive." Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"Sensitive? You think I'm being sensitive right now?"

"You don't have to be ashamed, sweetie. It's perfectly normal to-"

"Please, just stop." Chris prayed.

"Yeah, sounds good." Piper tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'm going to go back to doing the laundry…"

"Sorry." Wyatt apologized. Chris just kept looking at the floor until his mom left. The moment she did he looked up at Wyatt and waited for his apology. "It's kind of funny?"

"No, Wy. It isn't. Aside from the fact that you should know better after everything I've been through, this other very real person almost killed me." Chris said. "I'm sorry." Wyatt apologized. Chris nodded.

"Stay so we can figure out how to keep you alive in time to graduate?"

"Yeah."

"If you think about it in more of a past life love always finds a way thing it's kind of sweet?" Phoebe tried. Paige still grimaced.

"Except she's still evil in this future." Piper stayed nervous. "She's dangerous."

"There's a reason he's having those dreams, and a reason they ran into each other again." Phoebe argued.

"Someone paid her to kill him." Leo put bluntly. "She's a hired gun."

"Maybe that's how they met in the other future? This could be when he changes her?"

"I don't know if I'm really willing to take that risk." Piper admitted.

"It's his fiancé." Paige stressed. Leo shook his head.

"She turned evil again in the other future." He said. "Broke his heart."

"What do we do?"

"We have to tell him, right?" Paige continued.

"We can't, Paige." Piper decided. "If we tell him about Bianca he'll hold back. Hesitation like that could kill him."

"Besides, if they're meant to be together, it'll work out." Phoebe trusted. "But if not, I agree with Piper. He needs to be prepared to do what's necessary."

"So what, we just let him vanquish his fiance?" Paige reminded, making them all uneasy. "Guys, if he ever finds out… can you imagine the emotional damage? When he came back to fix Wyatt's powers he remembered the past… when he finally gets those memories back it'll destroy him."

"Have you found anything yet?" Chris checked. Wyatt looked up from the book.

"From the last time you asked me five minutes ago? No."

"Sorry. I just. I need to get back to the lab and-"

"Trust me. When I find anything about a shapeshifting demon who materializes fantasy whores, you'll be the first to know." Wyatt promised. Chris shut his eyes.

"She wasn't a-"

"Hey, maybe we could travel back in time and ask eighteen year old Chris-"

"Sixteen." Chris corrected. "I had the first break at sixteen."

"Then can we go talk to freshman Chris for more information on our dominatrix?"

"Can we please just forget I mentioned her looking anything like her?" He begged.

"Okay, but all teasing aside, it's the only thing we have to go on right now." Wyatt justified. "What kind of demon was she again?"

"She's not real, Wy." Chris stressed. "Crazy hot assassin witches switching sides for to help you save the world doesn't exist outside of fan fictions and dreams. And in my case full blown not funny diagnosable hallucinations. Please don't make me question that."

"Right, sorry. Just focus on your paper. I'll let you know if something comes up."

"Thank you." Chris rubbed his eyes and kept working. A few hours later Melinda showed up to help.

Wyatt looked across the room and waited for an opening. He conjured an energy ball and sent it flying towards the witch. Chris snapped out of it just in time to react. "No!" Chris slammed into Bianca, pushing her out of the way. He got hit in the back and they crashed into a table. Melinda and Wyatt stared at their brother, who was equally confused by his actions. He grimaced in pain and then looked up. They made eye contact for a moment before she quickly blurred out.

"What the hell was that?" Melinda threw her hands up. Chris tried to push himself up a bit, but fell down at the searing pain coming from the wound.

"Mother fu-"

"What happened? I heard fighting." Piper walked into the destroyed living room. Chris looked down to asses his injury and felt dizzy. "Wyatt, heal Chris. Now."

"Yeah, I got him." "Thanks." Chris appreciated, watching his skin heal. He stayed seated. "Chris let our demon get away." Melinda blamed. Chris looked down ashamed. Piper sharply inhaled, fears coming to reality. Chris just leaned back a bit and tried to catch his breath from the fight. "We almost had her and then Chris decided to save-"

"Sorry." He apologized.

"Sorry?" Melinda mocked. Chris shut his eyes, feeling a bit nauseas.

"You okay? Do you need me to heal anything else?" Wyatt worried. Chris shook his head no. He took one more deep breath and exhaled slowly. He checked his pulse.

"I'm fine." Chris said stubbornly. Wyatt frowned. "You don't look-"

"No, I just…" Chris ran a hand through his hair. His face grimaced, anticipating the reaction. "I just… haven't done that much cardio in… when was the last demon attack?"

"Three months ago?" Wyatt judged. Chris cringed. "Are you serious?"

"I've been kind of busy okay?" He justified.

"Try selfish." Wyatt scolded. "We fight demons, Chris. That's going to get you killed."

"Can we get back to Chris saving our demon?" Melinda interrupted. "She not a demon." Chris corrected. Wyatt cursed. "Chris, you said it yourself. It's not possible-"

"I know what I saw."

"She's not real, Chris." Wyatt plead. "You're seeing what you want to see. It was probably just a-"

"What if I've just been having premonitions this whole time?"

"She doesn't exist, Chris."

"I-"

"Don't go down that rabbit hole!" Wyatt warned. Chris looked down. "You're stressed and you're seeing what you want to see or… the demon maybe got in your head. Could have scanned you while you were asleep or something… cast a spell about inner-"

"Why would a demon go looking for something like that? I'm telling you, she-"

"They could have been gathering information on your for weeks, Chris…" Melinda responded. "You're not exactly a routine target. They probably did their research."

"I think I would have noticed a demon tail?" Chris replied, offended.

"With how stressed you've been lately? Did you even notice your shirt's on backwards today?" Wyatt argued. Chris looked down. "I know you want it, but- don't do this, man… you-"

"Yeah…" Chris ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "So what do we do now?"

"Well, I don't think she's coming back tonight and I have a final due tomorrow so…" Melinda grabbed her jacket. "I'll see you guys later?"

"Yeah, good luck." Chris wished. He started cleaning up the mess. Wyatt rolled his eyes and cast a quick spell to reassemble the table. "You know, we have hands?"

"Aren't you the one worried about time?" Wyatt defended. "Speaking of which, I should probably-"

"You're not going anywhere until you're safe." Piper prohibited.

"I can't just not go to lab?" Chris reminded. "It's not safe." Wyatt agreed with their mom.

"If this thing is as smart as you think she is, then she's not about to attack next to highly flammable chemicals." Chris said. "I have to go."

"It's twelve thirty."

"No, it's twelve thirty a week from my defense." Chris corrected. "You do realize people can't stay awake that long, right?" Wyatt asked.

"I slept last night." Chris justified. "Peanut-"

"Call me if you need anything." He said before orbing out. "Yeah." Wyatt looked towards his mom. "Do you have any idea what could do this?"

"A Phoenix." Paige said, entering. Piper gave her a death glare.

"Paige-"

"They're going to find out eventually, Piper. And I'd prefer it be before she kills them."

"Did you say Phoenix?"

"Yeah." Paige continued. "A Phoenix named Bianca."