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Full Summary: When Chris went back in time he saved the future and made it better; in my opinion, better does not include Bianca or little sister Melinda. I just don't like those characters and I decided to give both Wyatt and Chris real soul mates and real life. Plus, I think Chris is should be just as powerful, if not more so, than Wyatt.

I hope you all like the re write!

Thank you to GoldenRoya, She is an AMAZING beta and I am very thankful she offered to be mine!

March 3, 2007

Three year old Christopher Perry Halliwell was running through Memorial Hospital, trying to locate his favorite aunt and brand new baby cousin.

'Chris?' He shook his head, causing his thick, messy, dark brown locks to fall into his jade green eyes. 'Chris!' He just pursed his lips as he felt his older brother and best friend, Wyatt Halliwell, invade his mind. 'Chrissy? Come on, where are you baby-boy?' Chris immediately scrunched his nose in distaste at the nickname, Chrissy. Baby-boy he was used to, but Chrissy was new and not well liked. 'Chris!' His brother was getting angry. 'I know you're still mad at Mom for grounding your powers, bu-'

Chris felt annoyed now, and while he couldn't turn off their magically-linked bond he could certainly block him, which he promptly did. The three year old sighed and pouted as he felt his brother try as hard as he could to push past the mental block he'd put up. The mind block would agitate his five year old brother, mainly because he hadn't figured out how to do it yet. The thought made Chris snicker and the mental wall wavered for a second, allowing Wyatt to have almost enough time to sense him.

Still, the thought was funny. Chris wasn't as special to the magical community as his brother was. Not that he was wasn't seen as something grand - he was, considering he was a child of the most powerful Charmed One, Piper Halliwell, as well as being the son of a Whitelighter. Still, Wyatt Mathew Halliwell was the firstborn and it was said that his powers would one day overtake the Charmed Ones as a whole. Wyatt was certainly awe-inspiring with his powers, just by the sheer magnitude and ease of them. Wyatt was the Twice Blessed child, the one who would one day eventually reign with the power of Good. Not that this affected or hurt Chris in any way.

Wyatt loved him, and if he ever got hurt or was scared - heck any emotion besides contentment - he had Wyatt at his side in seconds. His blonde-haired, blue-eyed brother loved him more than anything or anyone else in the world and was extremely overprotective. Though to be honest, everyone in the family was overprotective of him: his Momma and Daddy, his Aunts and Uncles, but still, no one could surpass Wyatt.

They were closer than any two brothers could be and while they didn't agree on everything, they knew each other like the back of their hands, they could finish each other's thoughts and sentences; they were inseparable and they did everything together. It was a rare sight to see one without the other. The bond they shared had appeared instantly when Chris was born. And even though Wyatt was only two at the time, neither could imagine a life without the bond, they didn't know anything besides the bond. That was a big reason why it freaked Wyatt out whenever Chris blocked him: while they both knew it was still there and could feel it connecting them, it was scary, both terrifying and unnerving, not to hear each other's voices in their heads. Chris couldn't keep the block up very long as it even freaked him out, the feeling of being utterly alone and vulnerable.

Chris lowered the block quickly and instantly poked a mental finger into his brother's head. 'Sorry. It bugged me when you brought up my powers…'

Wyatt let the thought linger a moment before he mentally sighed with relief. 'You know I hate it when you do that. I worry about you, 'specially now that you don't have your powers.'

Chris looked down at his feet, a little ashamed. He could sense his brother's presence behind him, the blue and white orbs softly fading away from his travel. Wyatt said nothing; he merely moved forward and grabbed his brother's hand. Together they orbed to their Aunt Phoebe's hospital room.

Their aunt had been eight months pregnant when a demon attacked, causing her to go into early labor from the stress of it all. In the hospital room, she slept, exhausted, while her roommate, a fellow witch, though they didn't know it at the time, a woman named Sabrina Fallon, began to moan as she started going into labor with her own baby. It was terrifying, as the woman was a mere thirty weeks along.

Piper and Phoebe had both grown quite close to her, and Phoebe awoke with a start when she heard Sabrina being whisked away. Realizing suddenly that her nephews were there, she greeted them happily, hugging them close.

"Hey, guys. Why are you here by yourselves? Where are your Momma and Daddy?"

Wyatt threw a look at Chris and said petulantly, "Mom grounded his powers after the demon attack yesterday. She wants to protect him." He rolled his eyes, his mother's logic never ceased to amaze him. "So once we got here, he ran off and blocked me." Wyatt's voice broke sadly on the word 'blocked' but he refused to show how badly he was hurt. Instead, he cast a glare toward his beloved baby brother.

Chris hugged him and murmured into his mind, 'I'm sorry, Wy.'

Phoebe saw this and decided that instead of lecturing her nephew, she would back off the subject. She let out a mammoth yawn and said, "You know, baby Pen is fine. You won't get to see her for a while though. She's still in Auntie Phoebe's tummy." They both pouted at this; they were both dying to meet their new cousin, baby Penelope. Phoebe just smiled and asked them to take a nap with her. They shrugged. Not tired, but not being ones to argue, they climbed into her hospital bed and slept.

And that was how Piper and Leo found them.

What happened the day before…

March 2, 2007

In the shadows of the Halliwell manor, the demon watched the family. Abraxas used his powers during the time of sleep, and he knew the shadows would cloak him and protect him even in the pure Good of this particular home. Besides, he was only here until she left. He was stalking pregnant Phoebe Halliwell. He could feel the Radiant power flowing from her unborn child. Abraxas was not a normal demon and his work could only be done while the victim in question was unborn. He had a special gift that many envied him for. He possessed a List- one akin to Death's - that perpetually named pregnant witches of the Good variety. From this list he would choose his next victim. In the dead of night, he would go to the sleeping witch. He would open a cut in his skin which secreted his poison-laced blood. He would open the mouth of the witch and pour this tasteless liquid into her mouth. And the child would get the brunt of evil power. The child be under his total control forever.

And now, his eyes were set on Phoebe Halliwell. He had always wanted a Halliwell child, but he also didn't want to lose his life. He had never gone after the children of Piper Halliwell because he was too afraid of her. It was well known that Phoebe, however, was not nearly as strong as her elder sister. He thought she would be easier. He hadn't accounted for the fact that the Halliwells are always getting attacked by demons and that he would never have a chance at this Halliwell child, either.

In an instant he lost his chance.

The Charmed sons had just orbed downstairs to see their Aunt Phoebe and their Aunt Paige when two demons appeared out of black smoke. Murmurr and Nix had a mission: to get and kill the two Charmed brats. And they took their job seriously.

In one motion Murmurr pulled Chis to her black-ridged skin and hissed her yellow forked tongue at his family. Chris, being only three and completely taken aback, hadn't thought to orb away; especially after he felt the burning and hissing pain that came from the spit of the demon on his head. With a cry of pain, his brother snapped out of shock. His mother and aunts were fighting the slimy purple demon and only he could protect Chrissy. With a look of rage at the ugly demon, he blasted it back. In its surprise, it let go of Chris.

Chris orbed back, next to his brother. Wyatt's normally light blue eyes were dark, nearly navy, as he glared at Murmurr. Murmurr sent a demonic blast at Chris, red crystals that would stick to the skin and pull the energy of the victim to her. But Wyatt was too quick; his hatred burned white hot as he sent his biggest energy ball at it. He hissed at the demon, "NEVER go near MY baby brother!" The demon died instantly, feeling the white hot burn all over her skin. Wyatt turned, still fuming, as he healed the back of Chris's neck.

Screams distracted them, and the two boys turned to the rest of the living room, ready to fight.

But the demon Nix was gone, vanquished into a puff of smoke. Instead, they saw their Aunt Phoebe standing there, a patch of wetness growing on her skirt while she screamed her head off.

Abraxas cursed in his anger. She was going into labor and he would have no chance until the next child was born to one of the witches.

He winced at the thought, though if he were honest with himself, he knew he would never go near a Halliwell again. He really didn't want to be on the bad side of Wyatt Halliwell. He decided it was best to leave well enough alone as he shimmered away in the pitch black.

If he had been smart, he would have stayed and watched the rest of the scene unfold.

For while Paige was orbing her screaming sister to Memorial Hospital, Piper was grounding Chris' powers, thinking that she would be able to protect him better than he could himself.

March 4, 2007 1:30 am

Sabrina Fallon cried in pain as she made her final push The pain was horrible and she could feel the sweat pouring off of her while her blonde curls clung to her neck.

Mentally, she chanted Suck you Ezra! while another scream tore from her throat. How many times are they going to say one more darn push? Honestly, after 18 hours, you don't believe that anymore. While she would never regret her daughter, she certainly regretted having a relationship with that damn angel. Ezra Lux. Ezra had been beautiful of course, he was an angel; dark green eyes and a silvery white circlet that floated above his dark brown curls. A stupid fling with the cocky angel had turned the once-innocent and sweet Sabrina into a disowned pauper with a growing baby bump. She hadn't heard from Ezra since their daughter had been conceived. Still, Sabrina should be thankful for that, she didn't want her daughter to turn out like her no-good father. What angel does such a thing, honestly?

The young eighteen year old witch had been told they were going to try to keep her pregnant for another two weeks at the very least. Yeah, 'cause that worked. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as her tiny, half-angel, half-witch daughter was born. The pain and pressure was finally gone and she thanked god for that. The thudding of her heart soon turned into helpless flutters. She wanted to weep as she saw her beautiful baby girl for the first and last time. Her eyes flitted shut as the fluttering started to fade. She vaguely heard a nurse call her… the last call, baby, cause they were no longer serving drinks at 1:30 am... In the background of the black death that was starting to surround her, she heard her baby give her first cry. In that moment, she was stunned by the sheer, hypnotically sweet sound that poured from her daughter.

"Codi, name her Codi"

The world went dark as she her heart stuttered to a stop. She died, leaving her child alone.

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