An Affair with the Valkalrie

While the Charmed Ones went after the Titans Chris had a battle of his own to fight. A plan to make. He knew what he had to do, what had to be done. He had to get Leo out of the way. Somewhere that was magically protected from them. If he had to destroy Wyatt to save the world then that was what he would do, and he would never be able to accomplish that with Leo watching his every move. He was sorry but it had to be done. He was sorry on both accounts. He flipped through the book of shadows stopping on the Valkalarie. The Charmed Ones would be his charges, his to look after, his to guide. It was the only way this could play out. If he knew Leo, which he didn't except through stories then Leo would want to tell him himself to gauge his reaction. That was when he would use his power to send Leo away, where he couldn't spy on him and the Charmed Ones. He just had to figure out where to send him. Valhalla sounded just as good a place as any. He summoned a Valkalerie.

The Valkalerie walked around the room. "Where am I?"

"Shh, you are safe," he replied looking around although his telepathy told him that the house was empty except for the elf nanny and his baby older brother. "I am from the future. I have a mission for you."

"You are more than what you seem," she replied. "Close your eyes, Christopher," she said and he did at once.

"I sense whitelighter and…witch."

"Yes," he replied opening his eyes.

"There's something you must do for me. And in return in the future whatever you want shall be yours."

"I will do my best. All I want is the greatest warriors and a kiss," she replied leaning in to brush her lips against his. He tightened his grip on her. Even Bianca wasn't more important than his mission to save his brother. He would do whatever it took to save him. He allowed his tongue to make contact with hers before he pulled back. "What is it?"

"Your mission," he replied, a little breathless, "is to hold the Elder Leo as one of your warriors."

"But he's an Elder."

"It's important. Not for long, just long enough for me to fix the past."



"I will do what I can," she said holding onto her necklace and disappearing. It was done. Leo would soon be out of the way and he would be able to figure out what had happened to Wyatt. He went back into his mother's...correction Piper's room to see his brother. Immediately his shield popped up to protect him. "Don't worry, in time you will come to trust me, they all will," he said staring at the baby. It wasn't every day that a younger brother would have the memory of seeing what his older brother looked like as a baby. He just wished he could figure out who was after him and get back. There were people who needed him. There was Penny and Patty. There was Bianca. There was Uncle Cole and Melanie. The last he had heard Melanie, the cleaner girl, had a crush on his Uncle Cole. Uncle Cole was still mourning the loss of Aunt Phoebe. He had a bad feeling that Wyatt was hurting the girls. Uncle Cole had once saved his life.

Wyatt had captured him recently, thinking that a little pain would change his mind about joining him. He had it protected from good magic as ever so often fireballs from near by demons would be shot at him. They had been warned about killing him, but it still hurt. Even his telepathic power was of very little use from the cage. Then as if that wasn't enough every hour on the hour electricity was shot through his body. Every night he would be visited by the demon of fear, and that was the only time the electricity and the fireballs stopped. The demons would all smirk before turning. "I can't believe you would rather endure this than to rule with his lordship."

"Is better to burn in hell than to live in hell," Chris replied through a strangled voice.

"Christopher, aren't you tired of this brotherly feud, I know I am." Wyatt had said sitting down in a chair beside his cage.

"Then let me out."

"I can't. Not until you join me."

"You promised me a year."

"I know, Christopher, and for that I am sorry, but I don't intend to lose."

"What makes you think I wouldn't turn on you the moment I am able?"

"Because I know you, Christopher, better than you know yourself. In the right situation you would have done the same as I have."

"What situation, Wyatt?"

"It doesn't matter now. Why won't you join me?"

"Why do you torture innocent mortals and witches?"

"BECAUSE THEY WON'T JOIN ME THAT'S WHY!"

"Mom…."



"Mom's dead, Christopher. If I don't keep order, they will turn on us. Don't you see that? Maybe if Dad had showed you some attention you would understand that."

"You turned on him, Wy."

"It had to be done. It was necessary. He may have ignored you, but all he saw me as was a tool. He deserted me!"

"Wy, Penny and Patty where are they?"

"They aren't here. Stop this fighting. They are welcome to join us too. Help me End the Rebellion. The old world was ruled by the Halliwell women, the new world is ruled by Halliwell men, join me, Christopher."

"No."

"A few more weeks of this will change your mind," Wyatt said as he walked out.

Chris sighed for all that had been and all that was. He would never get through to his brother, not that one, but maybe a younger one. Death had said it had happened before he was born. There was only one chance, and it was to go back. To go back before his birth. Weeks past while he endured the torment and just when he thought he would die, the fireballs stopped. He cringed as the electricity jolted through his body once more. Breathing deeply he looked up as the cage was opened. "I'm guessing my dear nephew didn't expect me when he protected this cage from good magic," he heard. He peered out, too weak to move, at Uncle Cole. "Can you orb?" he asked. "Better not chance it," Uncle Cole said before allowing him to answer even telepathically. "Could be dangerous, good magic and all that could alert his lordship," Cole said with disdain. "Any one else would be broken or dead by now," he wondered allowed, as he bent down and picked up Chris's body. "Now this is going to feel kinda strange. I'm about to shimmer, just bare with me, Chris P." Chris thought he gave a nod but he wasn't sure. And just like that he was back. Cole had laid him in bed, and stood back watching his daughter and Patty fuss over Chris. "Girls, why don't you clear the room. The kid isn't going to hear a word you say. Besides I would suggest working on some healing potions and getting a few hybrid whitelighters here." Paige's daughter looked at him with a certain kind of disdain that her mother was famous for.

"How do you know so much about them?"

"Give me some credit, Patty. I am over a hundred years old."

"It was your kind that nearly destroyed Chris."

"Yeah, and without me he would still be there. I still have some demonic contacts, and without them I would have never been able to locate him. So go find the hybrid whitelighters."

"I'm a hybrid whitelighter."



"Well, go round up the others. Time is wasting, Patricia." She orbed out and Penny walked out with a huge sigh.

"I…didn't…"

"Hush Christopher, it's nothing."

"think…you…would find me," Chris finally said.

"It's nothing. Besides your aunt wouldn't want you there."

"death…my fault."

"Nonsense. Your aunts loved you. Was I or was I not the first one to believe you about your brother."

"Yes."

"Well, then get some sleep you are going to need it."Chris slept and every time he woke Cole was at his bedside, unshaven, looking nearly as bad as he did. "I don't want anything to happen to you, Chris. You remind me a lot of myself. What I could have been if I had been born good."

"You are good, Uncle. Being born half-demon has nothing to do with it."

"It has everything to do with it. There was a good reason your mother didn't want you and Wyatt to have anything to do with me. If I knew what happened to Wyatt I would tell you, but I don't. I wasn't part of her life at the time, I was in the wastelands and it was never spoken of, not by Phoebe, so I don't know."

"I know, Uncle," he said before he fell back asleep.