Here's the next chapter. I own nothing, but the plot, Allyson, and any other characters not from the show. I hope you enjoy.

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Last time:

Chris got up and laid his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay, I know that he could, but he won't hurt you, not any more. I-"

Allyson shook her head pulled away. "It's not you he wants, Chris. Not anymore, it's me."

"You, why?" Chris said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Allyson didn't say anything, but pulled his hand out and laid it against her stomach. Beneath the fabric of the fresh shirt, something kicked against his hand.

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He felt it move again. That damned devil's child growing in her womb, tainting her. A shiver crawled down his spine in disgust and anger. Even from her kiss and hugs, her faded blue eyes were distant, cold, and sorrowful as her hand pressed tighter against his. It didn't seem possible…no it wasn't possible and yet the tiny creature still moved beneath his hot, sweaty palm. Nothing made any logical sense as he stared down into her eyes.

Those half blind eyes filled with mystery and secrets locked inside her. All the nightmares of watching her death by his older brother's hand raced through his mind while he watched her stomach raise and fall with life… two lives. Gradually, he tried to move his hand away, but she held his hand firmly against her stomach.

His touch…the security, ho how she missed it. Those safe, strong, tender arms that had kept her warm during the many long fall nights. She stared at him and drank in his eyes, soft emeralds that glowed with seriousness mixed with laughter and understanding. Yet, something was different, but it was impossible to tell through the stone mask of his face.

His fingers curled around the loose fabric of the shirt, his knuckles pressed against her skin. Allyson quickly shifted away, her breathing growing heavier as she stared at the young white lighter witch. Her mouth opened, but her voice was barely a squeak.

"What did you say?" Piper asked taking a small step toward the other young women.

The girl glanced over at her, but didn't repeat herself. Her whole body shook as she tried to stand up, but she fell back down. Instantly, Piper started to walk toward her, but Chris waved her away with a signal look. The eldest Halliwell was about to argue, but a distant cry broke into her thoughts. Mumbling something under her breath, she excused herself and headed upstairs to check on her son. Chris watched her leave and then glanced back over at Allyson. Her eyes cast down onto her lap as she shifted away from him.

Licking his lips, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of what?" she asked, daring a glance over at him.

Chris's eyes hardened and he stood up and shook his head. How dare she try and lie to him! Did she think he was so stupid, after everything they had been through? What gave her the right to lie about that vermin, piece of dirt growing inside of her? Suddenly, he felt her try and grab his hand, but he recoiled in disgust.

"Of that… that demon!" Chris hissed through gritted teeth.

Those words cut into her heart as she lowered her eyes onto her lap. Her hand lay across her stomach in uncertainty. Without raising her eyes, she said, "Chris…please…"

"Please what, forget that…that-"

"It's a child, Chris. How can you cast it aside like a piece of dirt before it's even born?" Allyson asked, snapping her head up and glared at him.

For a moment, she saw the young leader of the resistance sworn to protect the innocent drift through his eyes, but just as quickly it vanished. Those soft, gentle emerald eyes turned cold as stone as he stared down at her. His fingers curled into a fist; their blood ran cold as he stared down at her so fragile and broken.

"Why, how…how did you let it happen? You…you wanted too and you…you…"

"Sometimes we can't have what we want, Chris. You should know that by know. It's like I wanted it and…" her voice trails off as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Oh don't give me that…what you wanted to get back me for 'being' with Bianca. You said that was fine. Allyson, you told me to go out with her to protect us both, what was wrong with that?"

"She loved you and wanted to kill me!" Allyson cried.

"She died saving my life. How can you say that you little whore?" Chris hissed.

Allyson cringed and wiped her tears away. Standing up she said, "You didn't know all about her, even Kevin knew more then you did. I guess it's true love does make you blind-"

"So you admit it, you're in love him, Ally," Chris said.

Allyson shook her head, shoved past him and headed for the stairs. Blue and white orbs jingled in front her, blocking her path as the young Halliwell formed. Allyson glared at him and shoved past him again, but Chris grabbed her wrist. "Ally, please…what happened?" he asked, his voice hovering between a plea and wishful denial. The tiny hairs on his arm stood up and he yanked his hand back, his blood ice cold and lifeless.

No muscle in his body could move even though his mind screamed at him to run away. Away from the pain, uncertainty, and loathing for himself Chris shook his head and stared up into Allyson's eyes. Neither said anything, but the young woman shook her head and bounded up the stairs. Chris feels his foot rise to the next step and paused, that awful feeling flowing through her…it was unbearable.

"Let her go, Chris. She's been through a lot," Phoebe said leaning against the door.

The young witch white lighter nodded shortly and shivered. Even with her empathy powers the middle sister had no idea how awful it truly was. He barely understood it and sighed deeply; if anything he needed a clear mind.

Turning around, he said, "So what did you hear?"

"Not much, except you two are worried about someone coming back-"

"And that that girl is a little whore, man Chris you do know how to pick them," Paige said, coming in from the dining room.

Chris snapped his head to the youngest sister, his fingers curling into fists. How dare Paige call Allyson that? She didn't know the whole story, the story which was on the tip of his tongue. Chris glanced over at the eldest sister and took a deep breath. All through his childhood he had been told that the truth was the best thing to do, but these were no normal circumstances. He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. Could today get any worse? he thought to himself. A shrill scream pierced the air followed by a loud crash upstairs. Instantly, Chris bounded up the stairs with the sisters at his heels. Turning a corner sharply, he saw Piper standing over Allyson, her hands in the position to blow her up.

"Piper, stop!" Chris shouted, running over, but Piper held up her hand.

Without looking at him, she said, "This little slut is another demon, Chris. She could be the one coming after my son."

"You're wr-"

Allyson turned to the right as the wall exploded behind her. Wood splinted and cut into her skin as she tried to cover both her head and her stomach. Chris cringed inwardly at the protective motion, but terror filled his heart. Piper threw blow after blow, but somehow the girl dodged all her attempts. The other sisters frowned in confusion; if she was a demon why didn't she just shimmer out? Hot red blood ran down her arm covering fresh black and blues as Allyson dodged another blast from the eldest Halliwell. From behind Chris, Phoebe gasped and yelled out for her sister to stop.

Chris ran forward and spun Piper around, her arms pinned down to her sides. "Piper, stop! She isn't a demon, stop it-"

"But Wyatt's force field. She has to be," Piper said, shoving her young white lighter off of her.

Chris didn't say anything, but ran over to the girl, wrapping his arms around her. Brushing her hair away, he whispered, "I'm sorry. Let's go home."

Without another word to the sisters, the two orbed away. Piper stared at the blown up wall and sighed deeply. Their white lighter was one mystery and one that she would solve as she picked up her son.

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Pieces of glass, paper, and flesh smashed into the far wall as a piercing scream faded away. All eyes lowered onto the ground as the Source glared at all of his followers. No one said anything, tension filling the air. Wyatt surveyed the room and cursed under his breath. How had a mere mortal completely disappeared and with his child? Under constant watch of his second most powerful followers and still she vanished.

Conjuring up a fire ball, he asked again, "How the hell did you let her go?"

"We didn't have a choice, my-"

"How dare you tell me-?"

"She…she vanished my Lord. Summoned somewhere…to the…the past," a warlock said.

Wyatt cursed and threw an energy ball at him. The warlock's words echoed in his ears, could he be telling the truth. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and shouted. Damn Christopher, he stole everything. Wyatt curled his fingers into fists as the mortal bleed from another time and place.

Bandages and tender calloused hands running down her arms, her blood flowing slow and calm totally safe in the arms of his little brother. Wyatt cursed silently and waved a dismissive hand as his followers shimmered and flamed out. Slamming his hand against the table, he made silent vow. That filthy mortal and his little brother would pay through time and space.

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I hope that was worth the wait. Please review with as much detail as possible and I know Chris was reallt harsh, but he just fond out that hs older brother made love and a child with the one he loved and it's all very complicated. So yeah. Please review with as MUCH detail as possible thanks.