Note:As of yet, The Mitchell twins haven't been given canon names, however, in one of the Charmed novels one of them was named Pandora, and since the same people behind the novels are now taking care of the Comic book, I figured it was safe as any to use. I just mention this in case there's confusion of who the character is.

Chapter 2:

My death was a unique one. Months before it, I came dangerously close to dying and was visited by an Angel of Death. There's only one, or so I thought, but apparently this was a special circumstance that required the one that visited me to appear. And to actually warn me about what was to come. Well, warning is not actually what he did. He actually advised me to live what little I had left.

I didn't listen. I was far too focused on trying to not fade away.

I faded anyway, but only for a moment. Before I could 'cross over' the universe gave me another chance. I didn't know it would only last 9 months or so, but at the time, I thought I have cheated destiny and got away with it.

But as the Angel of Death has told several members of my family over the years, you can't cheat Death. When it comes for you, it comes for you.

Ironically it came for me in the form of the man I was trying to find. At first I didn't know who it was, or what it was, just knew there was someone or something that I needed to stop to avoid a terrible future. A future where our mother was dead and my brother was a power hungry overlord who had half taken over the world. Where he killed who ever stood in his way, including friends and family.

Good and evil didn't matter in that world. It was all about power for Wyatt. Someone had to stop him. But no one, including myself had the power to do so. I had almost given up on hope for a better world. Till I met her.

Bianca.

She was strong-willed and powerful and fierce and beautiful. She was a Phoenix Witch, normally mercenaries who never choose a real side but their own, but their kind suffered as much as the rest of us when Wyatt rose to power. She originally intended to kill me as a way to get back at Wyatt, but things turned out quite differently.

We fell in love. Deeply, and given the circumstances, hopelessly. Wyatt wouldn't approve or tolerate it. Bianca was part of the resistance after all. So we devised a plan. Time travel is taboo in the magic community. Because you can't know what you will be changing. And time travel works in an unstable way. If you're not calculative enough in your actions the ripple effects of one tiny event could destroy the entire existence of your present timeline.

But in this case, the risk seemed well worth it. What could possibly be worse than what we wee already living with?

So we studied the books. I learned more about my family than I could ever thought possible. I consulted oracles and seers about the many possible outcomes that my trip could cause to our own time and finally found a way to do it. I was ready to live with the consequences. Or so I thought.

Bianca fell under his clutches so I could travel back. It was one way so there was never danger of me being followed by him. That was naïve of us to think since we were wrong. And it caused Bianca her life eventually when she was recruited by him to bring me back. It didn't work, lucky for us.

The plan was simple enough too. In order to prevent Wyatt from becoming what we knew we had to stop what turned him to the dark first. There were no real clues as to what did it. I just knew it happened around the time he was 1 or 2 years old. As I mentioned before, he was powerful even as an infant. I came back and through a series of events tricked my mother and her sisters, The Charmed ones, into letting me stay as their Whitelighter and purposely sent them against every possible demon responsible for Wyatt's fall into darkness.

I'm not going to lie. I did more than that. I manipulated, lied including to my family, and even killed several magical beings, in an effort to create a better future from the one I came from. I even almost got in the way of my own conception, which is not as gross as it sounds, in order to protect Wyatt. Eventually my family caught on to my lies and I was forced to fill them in on most of the truth and my own origin. They quickly became my allies, and at one point we thought we found and stopped the threat against Wyatt.

We were wrong. Because it was someone amongst our own who wanted to hurt Wyatt. An Elder, trusted by my father and family and myself. In his attempt to kill my brother he would've likely turn him into the monster he became in my timeline. In my last living efforts, I tried to stop him from taking Wyatt.

He mortally wounded me. No magical healing could save me at this point. I was a time displaced dying Witch. Death finally came to collect.

I died in my father's arms, under the tearful watch of my Aunt Paige.

Obviously that was not the end of me.

Time travel… it's tricky. And even the people who practice it as much as I did can't fully understand the repercussions.

When I woke up again, I was no longer in my father's arms. Or at the manor. Or in 2004. I was in my apartment, in my bed. And then all came rushing in. The new memories of the new future I created and the old ones flooded in simultaneously. It was painful, confusing and for a moment all I could do was toss and turn painfully in my bed as the images induced the most horrible headaches I've ever experienced in either life.

I never expected this to happen. The Chris who travelled back in time should've ceased to exist. He should've remained nothing more than a possibility. The people I consulted say it's because of the way I died. I was born the same day. There's supposed to be some sort of mystical connection between all that. Somehow, in the Grand Design of things, the Two Timelines had to become one. And because it was all my doing I had to bare the burden of knowing all that happened in the land of What Could've and the land of What Did.

It took me a few hours to sort it out. In this changed future, Wyatt was nothing but the example of good. Mom and Dad were still together and I had another sibling. Her name is Melinda. She's very much like my Aunt Phoebe. I have a bunch of cousins. Some existed in my original future, some didn't. We all fought demons still, but we seemed to be happy. I never met Bianca in this future though.

And that was the thought that stuck.

I considered looking for her, but part of me just figured that in this world we wouldn't work out. There were no circumstances for us to meet anymore. We got what we wanted. She was likely alive again too. And maybe happy. And that probably meant that I wasn't supposed to be in her life. I thought I could just let it go. Live with this. A few painful memories were well worth paying for a future where everyone was happy, right?

Except I wasn't. And it showed.

I obviously still harbored a strong resentment against Wyatt. And watching him be so good and loved bothered me. I knew it was not right, but I couldn't help it. Then the dreams started. These are essentially the main source of my outbursts, I believe.

The first time it happened I went a blind date my cousin Pandora sent me on almost forcefully in an attempt to get me out of my newly found funk. Not that she had any idea as to why I was like this, but it was sweet of her to try anyways. We went to this place, a Restaurant that's been around since like forever. My mom actually used to work there when it was called Quake. The girl was cute enough too, and not completely uninteresting.

But I couldn't really focus on her. I was fixated on the place. Like I've been there before. With someone else. Someone important. Which was ludicrous. I hadn't been there before. Well, maybe once when I time travelled, but not with anyone that would invoke these feelings. But it was almost as being in this place brought up a memory I couldn't remember fully. Conversations meshed together that weren't making much sense to me.

After a bit of effort I seemed to be able to function again. Asked my date questions, prompting a light conversation. But then I found myself distracted again. At the far end of the restaurant, at a table filled with what appeared to be young businessmen celebrating some kind of promotion or deal. They all were being a little louder, but that wasn't what caught my attention. No. it was just one of them.

There was nothing really special about him. Hazel eyes, dirty blonde hair that he wore in a way that seemed un-kept but took a lot of time to get that way. He was older than me, maybe 6 or 7 years older. Nothing familiar about his looks really. My sister and cousins would likely dub him 'hot'. But it seemed that I was drawn to him for other reasons. For a moment I wondered if he was magical but I couldn't sense anything from him. Then he looked at me. And we held each other's look for maybe a few seconds, but it felt longer.

After that I felt dizzy. I excused myself to my date and went to the bathroom, tried to wash away what was happening, but it didn't work out like I wanted exactly. Instead I blacked out…

It was in a park. A woman, around her mid twenties, that looked eerily familiar to me waited for someone. Then a man, about the same age as her showed up. They talk, and though their words don't really make much sense to me, I can gather it's about some sort of impending danger and then declare their feelings for each other. Then abruptly it would change to another scene. The man would lie in her arms dead…

"Chris…" I knew it was Pandora who was beside the bed I was in when I next woke up. She explained that my date had called 911 and rushed me here. The doctors said that they didn't find anything but would like to keep me overnight just to be sure, in typical doctor form. We being who we are made my cousin ask if something supernatural was afoot, but because I still didn't know what had happened myself, I decided to lie.

"No idea. Maybe I just need to take a few days off."

"Probably best." She agreed, though she didn't fully believe me.

The dream came back many nights after that. Some times the words were different or it played in a different form, but the outcome was still the same. The death of that man. I couldn't help but wonder if the guy from the restaurant was connected to all this somehow. But I started to search for him as best as I could. But without a picture or anything, there wasn't much to go on.

Maybe that's why I was so frustrated with my job these days. After what happened with Wyatt, tonight, I just couldn't really lie to myself anymore. The dreams were a constant and both sets of memories in my head were turning me into a new Chris I wasn't recognizing anymore.

I orbed to my apartment, in my room and just let myself fall on the bed. I was ready to give up. Just go crazy already. It seemed easier than dealing. Then my phone rang and somehow I knew that it would be good news for me when I saw the caller ID.

"DJ?"

"I found him."

To Be Continued…