Sorry its taken so long to update. I have been really busy and I wanted to make this chapter really good. Thanks to everyone reading. I'm not abandoning this story so don't worry.

"The light at the end of the tunnel has gone out due to technical difficulties."

Chapter 2 - Granddads and elders

San Francisco one of the most beautiful and famous places in the world.

Yeah right. Maybe about five years ago.

Now the city was covered in a shroud of darkness. The frames of past buildings lay crumbled on the dusty and dry ground leaving warped skeletons behind. Silence reigned over the streets where no one walked. At least not in the day. Even as the sun shone brightly, the light seemed dimmed and inconsequential compared to the aura of the city. All seemed dark and terrifying. Evidence of past battles could clearly be seen. Scorch marks and splatters of blood littered and marked the streets and walls of buildings still standing. Many human skeletons lay scattered around, their mouths open in silent screams.

The sun set, casting sinister shadows across the pavements of the city. Without the sun all light seemed to fade away replaced by the darkness the ruled nowadays. Movements, tiny movements, quietly made themselves known as both good and evil crept about the city. After all, the only movement allowed in the day was authorised by the cities ruler. Wyatt.

Victor walked as silently as possible but was having trouble as the cane he used had to touch the ground. Whenever it did it made a light, soft tapping sound. He winced whenever he heard it. Here, he was trying to be stealthy and some silly piece of wood ruined it! That just made him feel even more helpless.

Sighing, he made his way across the city, avoiding various obstacles that got in his way. Though he saw no demons he felt wary, what he was doing was important. He must not be discovered. It was his own personal mission that he had assigned himself.

He was going to see his grandson.

Well, he had two grandsons but that was not the point. It was obvious which one he was going to visit. Why would he willingly go see his psychopathic grandson who had taken over the city? No, he was going to see his more sane relative who he loved more than anything else in the existing world. He had promised he would always be there to help him.

Which was going to make this visit all the more difficult.

The problem was not that Chris was in the past at this exact point in time but the reason why Victor had to see him. It would be hard for both of them but in the end Victor was sure things would turn out OK. However, he wasn't sure he would be able to do what he wanted when he got to where Chris was.

How do you tell your grandson you are slowly dying and only have a few mouths, at best, to live?

Telling this to Chris would be one of the most difficult things he had and would ever have to do in his life. Sadly, he had to do it. He wouldn't rest knowing that he had not said goodbye to him. The final months of his life were to be spent with Chris then back in the future visiting his daughters graves. That was his final wish and he would not let a little thing like different times stop him. If he was going to die he was going to do it properly.

Speeding up, he made his way to a area on the outskirts of the city. A residential area. What better way to hide from Wyatt than right in front of his eyes? Chris wasn't stupid through, he had cast one of his wicked cool spells. Only certain people could enter his home or even see it. Victor happened to be one of those people and knew as soon as he felt a rush of magic wash over him that he had made it to Chris (and Bianca's) home.

It wasn't large but not small either. Only one story it looked rather unimpressive for the son of a Charmed one but Victor knew that Chris would not have it any other way. Throughout all the demons attacks Chris had chose to remain as normal as possible. He remembered him once saying "Just because Wyatt lives in riches with a ridiculously large house does not mean that I am going to. Being magical does not give you a one way ticket to being above everyone else."

Victor smiled as he opened the door, he missed Chris. Inside, everything looked as if in a picture. There was no one there but things were laid out ready to be used. Paper was randomly scattered onto the floor and potions stood neatly on a small table by the door. Next to them the phone was placed in its stand, again, ready to use. The only thing missing was life and warmth. It was obvious it had been empty for many months. Lacking the homey feel, the house felt cold and gloomy, it was so different from the atmosphere he was used to feeling when he stepped inside Chris and Bianca's home.

Hmmm now to find a way to the past… Couldn't be that hard. Could it? He couldn't remember what his children had told him about time travel but there had to be something. Hmmm Chris had done it so at least it was possible. 'Yeah right' he thought 'Chris is a witch who grew up with magic of course he would have a way. I however am a old, dying, mortal who can't even rhyme. How am I supposed to find a way to the past with no powers. It would be like trying to find a needle in a infinite haystack while trying to get Wyatt to not kill everyone who stands in his way.'

Still grumbling he did not here a twinkling of orbs that signalled the arrival of an elder. Nor did he hear the slight cough said elder faked to get his attention. Only when he heard his name did he turn around.

'Victor!'

Victor turned at the familiar voice and almost fainted in shock. Leo stood in the room in all his elder glory. No one saw elders these days as they had retreated 'up there' until Wyatt was defeated so they could then rebuild. The only elder on earth was the leader of the resistance. It was even more shocking to see Leo. He had left ages ago at the start of Wyatt's reign. After all this time why had he come back? However, the only thing he could say was.

"Chris is not gonna like you being in his house."

The Elder ignored his statement, instead narrowing his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he said his tone serious.

"None of your business." Victor replied. Feeling no guilt at talking to Pipers husband in the same tone he had received.

Leo stepped closer "I think it is my business if your in my son's home." he shot back accusingly.

Victor rolled his eyes, finally catching on to what Leo was saying. "Don't be such an ass. We both know that Wyatt knows that Chris is in the past and has no need to send demons to look in his home." he smiled "Besides, Chris's spells work wonders. Not even Wyatt can match them." Glaring at Leo, he almost challenged him to disagree. To say Wyatt was better. The way Leo underestimated Chris had always bothered Victor but he knew he couldn't bring it up now. He also needed to know why Leo was here.

To his surprise, Leo's eyes snapped to his face narrowing in confusion and sudden anger. "Chris went to the past! When?"

Victor blinked. "Wait. You don't know? I thought you elders were supposed to watch over your charges. If Chris went to the past, which he did, wouldn't you know?"

"When we closed ourselves off to the world, we were unable to watch and protect Earth as much as we were able to previously. The magical disturbances time travel would cause would be put off as Wyatt attempting a spell." Leo replied smoothly but he couldn't help but let his eyes fill with worry and confusion.

Victor understood Leo's unspoken question and he answered it. "Chris went to the past about three months ago. To save Wyatt."

"What! Is he crazy? That's never been attempted before. Its dangerous, the entire universe could be thrown into chaos. Things could change when there not supposed to!" Leo ranted. But though his words gave away nothing, his tone was thick with a worry that could not be hidden.

"Well I don't see you coming up with any other idea's. The elders, you, the Resistance, you don't know what your doing. Nothing you are doing is making a difference. So how can you stand here and say what Chris is doing is 'crazy' when your aren't doing anything yourself? I don't see you coming up with ways to stop Wyatt." he stopped to take a breath and continued in a gentler tone. "Chris is actually making a difference. Changing something. Look around you! Does San Francisco look like the city it was? No, and guess what soon that will change because Chris is going to save the world and I'm going to go and see him."

Leo nodded, before his eyes widened and he exclaimed "You want to go see him? In the past. How are you going to do that? The only ones that can do that are the Elders as I presume Chris took the time travel spell to the past with him?'"

Victor froze as he processed what the elder had just said. "You mean the elders can send people back to the past?"

"Yes." Leo said absently his mind obviously drifting to think about Chris.

"Great. Send me back to whenever Chris is." Victor demanded.

Now it was Leo's turn to freeze. Flicking his eyes towards his father -in-law, he whispered "You know I can't do that."

"Why not? I'm-" he paused "I'm dying Leo and I want a chance to say goodbye. I owe it to Chris. Even if the future changes, my fate may not and I don't want him to have to come to a future where I don't exist and for him to not know why. I couldn't do that to him so, please, can you send me back?"

Leo sighed and spoke carefully as if each word was a great effort. His eyes had softened at Victor's speech and they softened more in his reply. "I'll see what I can do. Maybe they will let you but… we'll have to ask."

He held out his hand and Victor took it, knowing what was about to happen. The two men dissolved into blue and white sparkles, momentarily lighting up the room they were in before they disappeared. Leaving the room, once more, deserted and still.

Meanwhile, deep in the underworld, far lower than any demon had been in years a group of strange beings lounged. Here, even Wyatt could not get them as they had sealed the place off just as the elders had done to their haven.

There were seven of them by the fire but at least twenty humanoid shapes could be seen in the shadows. They all eluded an aura of power and control. Nestled, in a cave they seemed calm and safe. Shadows danced around the cave as a fire in the middle burned sinisterly. Bones littered the floor in the middle, obviously from their last meal. None of the fear from the city was present here, in fact they seemed unaffected by the devastation far above them. As if it was something far out of reach. Like a faint buzzing that refuses to cease or a slight pain in your foot that never dims.

Even sleeping, they didn't seem harmless. Instead, they had a dangerous …. something about them as if even asleep they were a threat. It would be quite possible to sneak in but who would attempt that? It seemed an even more insane thing to do when one of them opened his eyes.

Piercing violet eyes scanned the cave, making sure all of his pack were safe. As leader it was his job to watch over them and just then, he had felt a strange …. Presence in the immediate area. He knew that nothing could be there, however, this place was sealed to all but his pack and himself. So the question was who was there?

Almost growling in annoyance, he rose silently. At over six feet tall he was quite intimidating, even more so when you looked into his violet eyes and saw the flecks of amber there.

To put it bluntly he was a Werewolf.

The leader of the Werewolf's to be exact.

And he had ruled for centuries. Guarding. Protecting. Leading.

He was the leader. Long fingers. High cheekbones. It was obvious he was an aristocrat. However, where many were weak he was strong, powerful and dangerous. He preferred to lead than to fight but just by looking at him you could tell that he could pick a fight and win. Out of all of his pack, he had the most experience and knew much about the world he lived in. That was why he was neutral in the fight between the 'so called leader' of the city far above his head and the resistance. He would never risk the safety of his pack. Allegiance was to them and them alone. He wasn't about to involve himself in a conflict he was not involved in.

Now, to deal with the intruder.

He sniffed the air, separating the scents of his home and looking for an unfamiliar one. It took barely a second, the scent becoming clear to his keen sense of smell.

It was female.

She wasn't that old. Only about twenty and she smelt of demon and of mortal. Or witch. He couldn't tell as it had been so long before he had needed to identify a mortal or witch. He hadn't seen them around that much as he had been segregated from the world for quite a while. Also, he knew were she was. Only a small way away from where he was.

His eyes narrowed. How had she got in?

It would seem someone besides the Charmed One's had a chance of getting into his secret cave. However, soon this person would cease to exist and he and his Pack would be safe from exploitation and destruction.

Smirking, he melted into the shadows and stepped soundlessly over to were the woman was. Her back was to him. Perfect. Sniffing, he smelt something he hadn't noticed before. She reeked of the resistance. Barely restraining a growl, he remembered the last time his pack had surfaced. The resistance had asked them to join their cause or die but it had been an empty threat. Did they really think they could destroy the werewolf's?

Studying the woman, he realised that she had been sent as a 'scout'. Probably to see the defences of his home and decide how (or whether) to kill them. A cold smile spread across his face, imagine what they will think when I send her dead body straight back to the resistance headquarters? Shouldn't be to hard to find. Anyway, she wouldn't be missed. Did she seriously think she could ' blend in' in a place where only werewolf's lived? It was obvious she had assumed other demons could get down here too.

Making his decision he stepped out from the shadows and lent against the cave wall to make him look like he wasn't on his guard.

"Lost." he said.

The woman jumped and turned round. Her face masked with a carefree expression.

That changed when Damien let his eyes glaze over with amber and his face take on an animalistic smirk. That changed when he jumped in the split second after she turned to him. That changed when he let loose a growl that would stop the heartbeat of any man. Strong or not.

However, she seemed to of prepared for this and, with a motion like opening a door, she started to disappear. The only thing that slowed her down was humans slow reaction time and Damien reached forward extending his claws in a vicious reach for her back. And Damien never misses.

As his claws made contact he felt them slice through the woman's skin and muscle, tearing and ripping. Heard her muffled gasp of pain and surprise. Fortunately for her, the method of transport she was using caused a bright light to suddenly arise. As if outside for the first time in years, Damien pulled back. After he was finished blinking the spots of coloured light out of his vision the female was gone.

His eyes faded back to their natural violet colour and his face to its normal aristocratic grace. Lifting his bloodied hand level with his face, he licked the blood of, cleaning each claw even as they shrank back to normal size. Memorising the scent, he could not help his eyes turning, for a split second, amber. Lighting up the cave before fading back to normal. Leaving the cave, once again dark ad silent.

Blue lights filled the white halls of 'up there' where the elders lived and worked.

Victor looked around as soon as he had materialised and saw that he was in a meeting hall and that the few Elders present were staring at him as if they had never seen another human being before.

"Stay here." Leo said as he went off. Probably to go get someone to talk to him.

Victor watched Leo walk over to another group of elders that had positioned themselves in a small group. He conversed with them for a moment before coming back over to Victor, his golden robes swaying slightly as he walked.

"So." Victor said anxiously. "What did they say?"

Leo sighed 'They granted you the chance to speak with them and tell them why you want to do this. Victor," he whispered encouragingly "your on your own now."

With those words, a sinking feeling appeared in Victors stomach but he ignored it. If he backed out now he would never see Chris. Anyway, its about time someone stood up to the Elders.

They has all sat down. Their golden robes shining in the eternal light of the heaven they called home. Staring at him out of their guarded eyes, he knew that they wanted him to speak. Determined, he hobbled to the middle of the room. The table curving round him in a horse shoe shape and at least twenty Elders present. His cane making the only sound.

Once he had stopped moving a Elder spoke 'Tell us why you wish to travel back in time." he said.

Victor took a deep breath before speaking.

"As you all know, the Charmed Ones were all my children. Even though Paige was not my daughter she was as good as. Throughout their lives they sacrificed everything to protect and save innocents. To balance the scale of good and evil. This was not because it was their duty but rather because it was what they wanted. Many times they wanted to give up but they made the decision not to." He took a deep breath. "Even though they had demonic threats they still managed to carry on living and to not lose hope. Ever."

"I always thought that they shouldn't have to do what they did. To give so much up but I knew that I could never change their minds. Over the years many new arrivals occurred in the Halliwell household and I felt so proud. But then, one of my daughters died. Piper, killed by natural causes. The power of three fell and demons took advantage of that and my other daughters were then targeted. Lured on their own and massacred."

"Wyatt went crazy and soon the whole city was under his control. Those times I won't discuss but it was hard for everyone. Hope was lost." Victor smiled slightly "but then my other grandson, Chris, came and he helped everyone. However, it was never enough. He wanted his family back. So, he went back in time. To stop all the suffering. All the pain and fear. From ever happening."

The elders looked stunned, as if they had been expecting such a speech from a mortal.

"I need to go to the past so I can tell Chris that … I am dying. Say my goodbyes. Prevent him from suffering when I'm gone. Tell him its ok and that he can't save everyone."

He looked around the audience chamber and tried to gage the Elders reaction. A few looked convinced but some were either unsure or adamantly against what Victor wanted. He would have to change their views if he was ever going to have a chance of going to the past.

He was just about to speak when an elder spoke.

"How do you know that Chris's meddling won't worsen the already dire situation? That by going to the past he isn't causing more harm than good?"

The question sparked a flame and that flame sparked a fire and soon Elders were shouting out. Wanting to have their say. Losing the calmness an elder should have in such situations.

'What shall we do?'

'That crazy child doesn't he know what -'

'How can we fix this -'

'We never should of trusted him not after -'

Victor couldn't hear the replies as the voices were drowned out by the volume of the speaker's voices. For a few minutes arguing was all that happened in the supposed 'meeting'. It would of carried on for longer if the elder who had asked Victor the question had not spoken.

'The matter of what to do about Chris and his adventure to the past is not what is being discussed." The elder stated. "Instead we are here to decide whether Mr Bennett should be able to go back for the purpose of saying goodbye."

Instantly, the chaos melted away and calm descended on the room once again. Their anger gone the Elders focused their attention on Victor and he found himself the subject of many stares.

"How do we know you are telling the truth? How do we know your not going back just to help Chris in his goal?" A voice asked curiously.

Victor sighed. He had been expecting such a question.

"Do you think I would lie? Anyway, I wouldn't be much help to Chris, even if I wanted to. I have no powers and so would never be able to help with demonic threats. No, my primary purpose is to tell him about my… condition."

This seemed to satisfy the elder as he nodded. Victor inwardly sighed with relief as he felt one step closer to the past.

But then a elder spoke up.

"I think we should vote."

Victor had to stop himself cringing. He was no-where near done convincing the elders that he should be allowed to the past. This could completely mess everything up but he knew there was nothing more he could do. It was out of his hands.

His fate was sealed when murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the chamber.

"Alright, raise your hands if you believe that Victor should stay here in the future." one of the elders said.

Many raised their hands. Doubt formed in the pit of Victors stomach as it happened and he knew he was right to not trust the elders. He saw as the numbers were counted and then watched as the elder cleared his throat and spoke.

"If you believe that Victor should be allowed this chance then raise your hand."

Again, many hands were raised and that spark of doubt turned into a shred of hope. As the results were counted he studied the elders face trying to get some indication as to the outcome.

No such luck.

The elders face remained as closed as a unopened book. For once, Victor wished that he could read minds so that he may know what was to happen. Time seemed to slow and suddenly the white halls of the elders safe hold seemed to close in around Victor.

As the elder turned to him elder could read nothing from his eyes. Clearing his throat he spoke. Voice echoing ominously.

"We have decided that Victor … should be allowed back in time to visit his family. However, he will only stay as long as he needs to. No longer."

A smile formed unbidden on Victors face and his eyes lit up with a exited and happy light. His walking stick almost dropped out of his hand as the shock settled in. Victory soon came into his heart as he had actually done something. Something that he new only his daughter had done before.

He had bargained with the elders and come of with what he wanted.

That simple fact made him feel like he amounted to something. He wasn't completely useless. Yes, he could still do some things. Powers or no powers. He was pulled out of his musings by the voice of the elder.

"We will send you back now."

Victor nodded, wanting to leave as soon as possible, before the elders changed their minds.

After being motioned to stay still, he heard the elders start to chant. A language foreign to him filled the hall. The whisperings melding together.

Wind picked up and swirled around Victor like a small tornado. Twisting and swirling as if in a dance. A bright light filled the room and Victor looked down to see a small circle of cyan light at his feet. It expanded the brilliant colour matching the white lighters orbs. Rays of light burst out in all directions as if glad to be free. Lighting struck inside the mass of wind and light. The bolt strong powerful as it struck the ground.

As he felt himself fading away, he remembered what he had not told the elders. Another reason alongside his original goal. There was something Chris needed to know. Something Victor, again, was not looking forward to discussing. His last thought before he disappeared was.

Dark is back.

So .. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The quality went a bit down towards the end but I'm fairly happy with it. The next chapter will be up soon but please don't worry if it takes as long as this one. Its only because I am trying to make it as good as possible. Oh and please review. No flames please.

2010 edit- July the 24th