The timeline may change to suit the storyline. Few characters that were killed in the story are still alive in this one.
Unchanged future
"God please help me. I need a bit of guidance. I feel alone. I want this to be over" said Chris standing in a dark alley. It was a dark afternoon. It had always been dark no matter what day, no matter what reason, it had always been dark. The city where Chris once grew did not exist anymore, not for many years. The wind was always cold; the rain never seemed to stop. Every being was scared. Life had become scarier than death. Nobody experienced happiness. People had almost forgotten what it meant to smile.
"You are not alone Chris. I'm here for you. I just don't understand your stupid head. Why cant you understand that what I have done, what I have gained is for the both of us" said a familiar voice coming suddenly in sight. Chris looked at him in horror. It was his long lost brother Wyatt.
"What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to torture me more? I will not give you any information on the resistance" said Chris with a lot of anger in his voice. He knew exactly what Wyatt wanted.
"I never want to hurt you Chrisy. Why do you think you are still alive? It is because demons fear me. If they lay even lay an eye on you, they will have to face me" said Wyatt with power.
Chris never did figure out Wyatt. At times he himself would try and kill Chris. Other times he would be calm and even caring towards his little brother. But Chris could never forget that he was the reason because of whom his family was dead, he was left alone. All mortals and magical creatures feared him.
Chris was not in the mood to argue with Wyatt. He did not have the energy or the patience. He simply orbed out. Wyatt did not follow him and let him be.
Chris reached the cemetery where all his family members were buried. He stood in front of the graves and let it out. His feelings, his fears and his tears. He gave out one loud cry saying, "Why? Why did this had to happen?" and he fell down on his knees. He put his head in his hands and bent down to the grave of his mother. He cried like a child, he felt like a child. After al he was just 22 years old. He wanted to lay down on his mother's lap and feel safe. He wanted a pat on his back by his father. He then sat up again, his hands on his thighs. He looked up towards the sky. His eyes were filled with tears and his face had the expressions of fear, anger and sadness all at the same time.
Then his voice calmed down. He did not know why he was feeling so very alone. Sure he had always been alone, but today he was feeling a huge void of emptiness in him. He had never felt that way before. He just had so many questions in his mind, so many unanswered questions. He just did not know how to form those questions in words nor did he have the idea as to where he would be able to find the answers.
Suddenly he felt warmth in the cold air, which he had never felt in many years. He thought his mother was with him in that moment. The rain also stopped. Chris was so used to being drenched in rain and wet that he did not understand how the rain stopped. He saw light around. He saw the day turning into an actual day.
But he was wrong, the light faded into darkness again. A slight emotion of happiness that was trying to surface in Chris suddenly felt cheated and vanished with the light. He looked around. Things felt changed but everything was exactly the same. He then stood up and was about to orb that a female voice stopped him.
"Chris" said the female voice with utmost calmness and softness in her voice. Her voice seemed like dipped in honey. Chris was not used to that kind of calmness. He was used to hearing harsh, rough scared voices. But this was a completely difference.
Chris looked towards the direction from where the voice was coming. It was dark so he couldn't make out whom it was but he was sure it was a woman. She seemed almost his mother's height and had long dark hair. She was walking towards him.
Chris did not feel threatened of the figure walking towards him; he did not need to be alarmed in a long time. He was just him, standing there. He did not why but he thought that his prayers had been answered and his sudden urge to be with his mother was going to be fulfilled. He felt happy. He almost took the risk of smiling. But some part of him was trying to control his emotions because what he was expecting was next to impossible. Then again, he was a Halliwell and anything could happen in his family. He just did not want to get his hopes high and then see them coming down. He knew better than that.
He was battling inside with his emotions and then his emotions won. He called out his heart's desire. "Mom" said Chris with all the hope, happiness and love that he had in him. He knew he was hoping against hope, but he kept reminding himself that he is a Halliwell.
"Chris" said the female voice again without answering his previous unasked but obvious question.
"Mom is that you?" Chris finally asked as he saw the female figure approaching him.
Finally the female figure appeared from the darkness. He could see her face and he was in complete disbelief.
"No Chris. Its me…you haven't me-" the female was about to reveal her identity but was cut off in the middle by Chris.
"But I know off you very well aunt Prue. Right" Chris said almost making it sound like a question. It had been so long since he had not seen or talked about his family that he was not sure who was who.
"Yes I am" said Prue with a smile. She was looking of the same age when she had died, when Shax had killed her. Only now she seemed more at peace and content. She had come back on Earth from the heaven above after a very long time.
She looked at Chris for a moment, studied his expression and spoke again.
"Yes I am your eldest aunt in flesh. So to speak" Prue said while making her typical face expression.
"But how? You are supposed to be dead" asked Chris almost forgetting the rest of his worries and focussing on the present surprising situation. Prue gave a blank expression.
"No offence" said Chris quickly thinking that he had hurt is aunt's feelings.
"None taken" smiled Prue.
"Ok…sorry though….the truth can be a bit…anyways…but how?" said Chris still in disbelief.
"Its alright…I made peace with me being dead" smirked Prue. Chris was still in the same mode of disbelief. "And you are a son of a charmed one and still ask this question? I must say , I always thought you'll take after me but well" said Prue yet again smiling trying to lighten the mood.
"You always thought? Wait but…." Chris said and looked at Prue who simply looked towards the sky and then at him.
"Ok. Never mind" said Chris kind of embarrassed at his stupidity.
"And I also see that you do take after your Mom. She was always the emotional one" said Prue understanding her nephew's expression.
Hearing that his heart quenched. He felt pain.
"Yeah I guess" said Chris trying to deal with his emotions. He looked down to his mother's grave. Prue felt his pain. She understood what he was going through. She remembered what she went through when she lost her mother. She had missed her so much. She felt so lonely, so betrayed at times and she did not want the responsibilities, which she was given. She always used to think that it was not her burden to bear. But then she came out of her feelings and realized that it was her destiny. And she now knew that Chris must learn this.
"It's nice to finally meet you. Although, I would prefer better circumstances but I am glad to meet you" Chris finally spoke breaking the silence. He was now looking at his aunt.
"But not as glad as you would have been if it was your mother you were meeting instead of me" said Prue knowing that her nephew was lying partially if not completely. Hearing this, Chris lost his composure. A tear rolled down his cheek. He looked away trying to hide his emotions.
"Its okay you know…..to miss her this bad…its really okay" said Prue. She went close to him and stood right beside him. She put her hands on his shoulders trying to comfort him.
"I am okay aunt Prue" said Chris trying to regain his composure.
"Are you sure?" Prue asked to confirm although she knew what the response would be.
"Yes. I am okay. Don't worry. Its just today I don't know why I just miss Mom so badly. I miss everyone. I even miss Wyatt" Chris said without realizing what he just spoke. That was his true feeling. Even he was surprised that he missed Wyatt.
"He's you family too no matter what he did or how he turned out to be…he is still family. He is your elder brother. He should be by your side and anyways…..its okay to miss all of them Chris. It means you are only human"
"Thanks aunt Prue. I know I haven't met you while everything was okay but Mum and Dad, the aunts talked a lot about you. They told us how you were the best at everything and how you cared for everyone. They missed you a lot. Even though you were not there but you existed for them, through your memories…..they missed you….even I missed you…if that's possible "said Chris finally smiling.
"They did?" asked Prue in surprise. Prue had been dead for a long time and feeling this feeling of being missed, she knew very well and she was happy that her family had not simply forgotten her. She was happy that she had such amazing sisters.
"Why do you look so surprised? Of course they did. And I thought that you knew everything from up there" teased Chris.
"We do know a lot but not everything, not this. Thanks a lot Chris" said Prue happier than ever.
"You are welcome aunt Prue" said Chris proudly. It made him feel good making his aunt feel good.
"So how are you?" asked Prue.
Chris just raised both his eyebrows and gave a sad smile and said, "I guess you don't get all the channels up there do you?". He thought that his aunt knew everything but h did not realize that it was more of an emotional response question, which needed no answer.
"Look Chris, life seems to be unfair at times but you never know when your prayers might be answered" said Prue.
"What do you mean?" asked Chris in surprise. He was just praying earlier and now this. Could that be possible?