(Back to the Point)

Umm… hello this is an A/N. Yeah, cheers to everybody who has reviewed; you've been helpful, all of you, in boosting my sincerely lacking self-confidence and/or correcting mistakes. Ta. And thanks to all you who favourited and/or pressed the button which means you'll know when I update. You've all been great. This is for you; I hope it helps explain what I've been doing (building up the Wyatt/Chris story) without boring you.

Recap:

"Hello, Chris." Smirked the muscled blond man.

"Uh, Chris… wanna explain?" Piper asked as she backed away from the stranger.

The stranger laughed. Paige turned to Chris, "who are you".

"So you didn't tell them?"

"Tell them! How can you even tell somebody that… How?"

"Let's find out." The man's face lit up in an evil grin and Chris's face bleached.

Phoebe took a long deep look at the stranger, she saw his curly blond hair, his tan, and his muscular build… no clue in them! But then she looked at him, really looked, and felt with her Power… "Wyatt?"

"Well done Aunt Phoebe. One down, one to go."

The story:

Chris could barely breathe. His worst nightmare and his deepest desire all coming true in the 2004-version of the Halliwell kitchen… His thoughts were so jumbled and random, things like how did he get here? To why is he wearing that jacket? He normally wears the brown one… They knew each other so… intimately that Chris wondered how Wyatt had waited this long before ruining his plan. His attempt. Now all he could do was watch his life unfold before his eyes as memories stirred in the back of his brain… the first time he'd slept with Wyatt, with a guy… with anyone! The death if his mother… the time spent with each of his ten carers since his mother's death until he was eighteen… In his heart he'd forgotten how much Wyatt meant to him… in his mind he knew that didn't matter because it couldn't be allowed to interfere in what he was doing here. Saving Wyatt meant saving the world. Writing himself out of Wyatt's life was a… it was something that had to be written of as a war casualty, a necessary one. So Chris decided to get a grip and fill the silence in which each of the sisters was probably using to quietly freak out and form their own suspicions.

"What are you doing here? Got board torturing innocence and playing with demons?" Chris asked coldly, not relishing the flinch he saw in Wyatt's eyes at the words and tone. Of course, there was no outward sign, but Chris knew Wyatt.

"Huh… I… what! I mean… Explain Chris!" Piper finished babbling incoherently enough to get angry.

"He's… evil." Phoebe shivered, staring intently at her grown up adult as she stroked the head of the baby who Piper, in her panic, had abandoned. Baby Wyatt wasn't fussing at all, which was a good thing, Chris reasoned, he wasn't afraid of… himself. Or was it a bad thing that he wasn't afraid of the evil that dwelled in his future self's soul. Chris was confused.

"Phoebe, what are you talking about. He's my baby boy… He is the son of a freaking Charmed One and a Whitelighter! He's good, it's genetic." Piper screamed at her sister, at Chris, at Wyatt, desperately searching for answers, the kind of answers that meant she could sleep well at night.

"I'm sorry Piper." Chris said softly, still looking at his lover.

"I can feel it in him, Piper. It's there… but I've never felt evil before, I don't understand." Phoebe sounded frustrated but very sure of what she was feeling.

"It's an extension of your empathic abilities. You cannot feel the emotions of demon, because it would destroy you. Instead you can sense something of their soul… It wasn't supposed to happen for another few months but I guess having an overwhelming future presence here has… sped a few things up. Feeling the urge to astral project yet Paige?" Chris added, teasingly as he saw Paige's face light up.

"You're… evil?" Piper whispered, hurt and confused. Yeah, join the club, Mrs! Chris thought meanly but bit back a retort.

Wyatt brushed his mother's concerns off. "Don't be so over dramatic. I'm over the whole 'good verses evil' concept, it will only ever cause death and struggle. There is no such thing as a 'demon free' existence, Aunt Phoebe, because the world requires balance. But I have solved that problem by unifying the mortal and magical worlds. Witches are free to use their magic; isn't that what you want Paige? Mortals and witches are free to live without constant battles or magical influences, isn't that your dream mom? And Phoebe; you want love. In the future, the one I come from, you found it and had a beautiful daughter called Patty, after your mom. Does that sound like I'm evil?" Chris snorted, he'd drawn his family in using their greatest desires against them. Without Chris here it might have worked.

"I don't think it's the so called paradise you've created that they have the issue with, Wy, it's your methods. Plus all the personal gain and the killing of those who stood in your way. Among them are Elders, Nymphs, Witches… Innocents."

Wyatt sent Chris a glare. "With you at my side."

The girls had snapped out of it. Unfortunately the first thing they picked up on was that fact that Chris had been a part of these not so ethical means.

"You… You're evil too!" Piper just sounded furious now. She waved her hands at him attempting to blow him up. Luckily Chris had had a bit of practise over the years and orbed out fast enough so that the vase behind him blew up instead. Piper, still angry, turned to her evil son. Paige was holding the younger and Phoebe had been watching older Wyatt during all the commotion.

"Where is he!" she demanded.

Wyatt barely spared a glance for his mother. "I have no idea. Probably one of his old haunting grounds, he's terribly predictable."

"Can't you sense him?" Paige asked.

"No. He's too good at blocking himself from me. I used to know where he was every second of everyday. Now I barely recognised him as he stood, let along his magical signature."

"Magical signature?" Paige, again, asked.

Now Wyatt was annoyed. "It's what allows you to bond with a magical person and sense them. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to try and find him."

"Oh no you are not! You are going to tell me who the hell he is! I've had enough and n-"

"He's my lover." Wyatt cut off his mother before orbing out of the manor, leaving behind a stunned Paige, a thoughtful Phoebe, and a frankly freaked out Piper.