Chris looked confused, and scared. "What's a Whitelighter?"

"Like a guardian angel. Full Whitelighters are good people that have died, and are given powers to help witches and future Whitelighters. My father was a Whitelighter, which is why I have the powers but have never died." He smiled at Chris.

"Right. So how did you know I needed help?"

Wyatt gestured to Chris, asking him to follow him into the sitting room. Chris followed nervously, but refused to sit. He stood awkwardly next to the chair Wyatt sat in.

"I knew because you called me." Wyatt said eventually, staring at Chris. Chris looked around the room, but his gaze snapped back to Wyatt at his comment.

"I did not!" Chris said, looking confused.

"I'm your Whitelighter. You called me subconsciously. Have been for a while, actually, but I couldn't find you until today."

Chris tilted his head in an almost-yes. He was clearly still unsure about everything, and considering what had happened before he'd been saved, it was understandable.

"So, what did the demons want with you, anyway?" asked a slightly older Paige. Her hair was back to dark brown, and her skin was slightly more tanned than it was at the moment.

Chris looked at the floor and shrugged.

"Honey, you need to tell us so we can stop them. Otherwise, they'll just keep coming after you." Piper looked pretty much the same as she did now, but with slightly shorter hair and perhaps a couple wrinkles.

Both Chris' flinched at her comment; the thought of them coming anywhere near him again had been terrifying.

He shrugged, frustrated. "I don't know!" Chris started pacing, trying to drain his confusion. "They just showed up. Usually, I'm able to do something to people that keeps them away, but when I did it today, they just came at me. They crowded around me and pushed me onto the trash can. One of them called me a succubus. I don't even know what that is!"

Chris, who had spoken in one breath and extremely quickly, refilled his lungs deeply before looking at Piper, feeling panicked. She stared back at him for about ten seconds before yelling, "Leo!"

Blue orbs filled the room, making Chris jump. He looked scared at the man who appeared, and backed himself into the relative safety of the wall.

"It's OK Chris; you're safe here. Leo is my father – he is an Elder. That's like the guardian angel's bosses." He smiled at Chris before turning to stare impassively at his father.

"Chris here was attacked by demons today. They called him a succubus."

Leo's gaze sprang to Chris. It was so intense that Chris responded immediately in defence. The power he normally used to keep people away backfired again as everyone in the room suddenly got up and moved towards him, eyes glazed.

Everyone except Wyatt. He looked around confused for a while before realising something was wrong. He ran at Chris, who was shaking violently again, and put his shield around the two of them, holding Chris close.

The shield stopped whatever he was doing, and the Halliwell's all looked around confused.

There were a few cries of "what the hell was that" and more than a few embarrassed faces.

Chris turned to Wyatt, pointing at the shield. "What is that? How many powers do you have?"

"It's a shield, and quite a few. More importantly, what just happened?"

"I don't know. That's what happened with the demons. When your dad looked at me like that I just went on the defensive to try and get him away, but they all came at me instead."

"Chris. You have to trust me. You are safe here. No one will hurt you, and we will do everything we can to protect you. You need to stop with the defensive powers because apparently they aren't working so great." Wyatt looked at Chris, and smiled gently.

Chris looked back and smiled, nodding. "I'll try."

Wyatt took his shield down, and then turned to his family, eyes landing on his father.

Leo responded to the unasked question. "I've never heard of a male succubus. However, it would explain what just happened. I'm assuming that you have the power of suggestion, therefore are able to suggest people leave you alone, so to speak. Your power has escalated, and now you have a sexual allure. As a succubus, if that is what you are, you would have the power to attract men and then kill them."

Everyone looked wide-eyed at Chris, who shifted nervously. "Does that make me evil?"

"Succubus are considered demons, yes. However, being a male makes it different. Do you have any other powers?"

Chris nodded. "I can move stuff with my mind."

Leo nodded. "Telekinesis. That is a witch power. Makes sense since Wyatt is your Whitelighter."

One of the young children spoke up then. "So he's half witch, half demon?"

"Yes, it looks like it. That explains how he is male. He will not have all of the powers of the full succubus." Leo said, in full Elder mode.

"So, no snake tongue then?" Phoebe asked. Leo nodded.

Paige decided to ask the question everyone wanted to know. "Where are your parents?"

Chris shrugged. "I don't know. I've spent my life with foster families and in orphanages."

"Wyatt, why don't you take Chris to get something to eat? I'm sure he's hungry." Paige said. She smiled at Chris, but he couldn't make out anything on her face.

Wyatt nodded and walked out of the room. Chris followed closely.

When they got to the kitchen, Wyatt poured him a glass of milk from the fridge. He passed it to Chris, who smiled his thanks.

"They're talking about me." He looked up at Wyatt, who merely nodded and shrugged.

"Can't say we've ever been in this situation before."

"What do you mean?" asked Chris. He couldn't look at Wyatt for more than a couple seconds before his eyes hit the floor again.

"Your power needs to be controlled. You can't go back to the orphanage. If you lose control, you'll have the entire place –" Wyatt cut himself off and looked away. Chris shuddered. "So, are you hungry? Can I make you a sandwich?"

"Actually, yeah. I'm starved. I haven't eaten in days." He replied sheepishly. He looked up at Wyatt, who was frowning. "I ran away from my latest foster family."

Wyatt stared at him for a while before asking, "Why?" but already knowing the answer.

Chris shrugged. "Tried to hit me. I used my power to throw them across the room, grabbed my bags and ran." He took a deep breath, before continuing. "Sometimes, the streets are safer."

"Sometimes." Wyatt nodded. He pulled some bread out of the packet in the bin and placed it on the bread board. "Butter?" Chris nodded. Wyatt pulled the butter out of the fridge, and then turned to Chris. "Ham?"

Chris shook his head. "Vegetarian."

"Really? Huh. OK, how about cheese then?" Chris smiled and nodded. Wyatt took some cheese slices out of the fridge. The butter went on first, then some bread. Wyatt then went back into the fridge and pulled out a bag of salad. He didn't ask before he put some lettuce in the sandwich. He then put the sandwich together, cut it almost-diagonally in half and motioned to Chris to take it.

"Never had lettuce and cheese before." He smiled at Wyatt and took the sandwich.

Wyatt shrugged. "Sorry, it's a habit. Mom says lettuce goes in every sandwich, regardless of the filling. It's been like that since I can remember."

Chris smiled at the tradition.

"How old are you?" asked Wyatt. He was staring at Chris again, making him shift under his intense gaze.

"Thirteen. Why? How old are you?"

Wyatt smiled. "Fifteen."

They were interrupted by a boy walking into the room. "Bro, they want you guys back."

Wyatt nodded. The boy walked back out of the kitchen. Wyatt turned to Chris, "That's my Brother, Alex. We have a pretty large family. I'll introduce you to them."

Chris followed Wyatt back into the living room, taking a final bite of his sandwich. They all looked at Chris again, causing him to blush.

"Chris, take a seat, please." Said Piper, smiling gently at him.

Chris felt his heart pang at this version of Piper. She had always been so kind and caring towards him. Very little in common with the Piper she was now.

Chris sat down, and looked around the room. Everyone was staring at him.

"Chris, as you now know, your powers have grown. As such, you need help in controlling them. My sisters and I want to train you. We will teach you how to control your powers and protect you from any future attacks." Chris just stared at Phoebe, not knowing what to say.

"How do you feel about that?" asked Paige.

"I don't understand why you would help me?"

"It's what we do." Smiled Piper.

"But why? Why me? I can protect myself as long as I don't use my demonic powers. Surely there are other people, who are more in need of your help?"

"Chris, your powers are out of control. But that is besides the point. You are a powerful witch, but you have no one to teach you your craft." Said Leo. He looked over at Paige.

"Henry and I would like you to come and stay with us." She said, a smile on her face.

The scene went dark at that point, but quickly changed to a different scene.

Wyatt and Chris were in an alley, fighting unknown demons. Chris had clearly got a hold of his power, as he was telekinetically throwing demons, attacking them with their own fire power. They look much older - perhaps fifteen and seventeen.

"Chris, throw the potion!" yelled Wyatt, while blowing up one of the demons. It was two of them against ten.

Chris did just that, the potion causing an explosion which took out the entire clan. Chris was thrown back into the wall, while Wyatt protected himself with his shield.

When the explosion died down, Wyatt looked around for Chris. Spotting him on the floor with his head bleeding, Wyatt rushed over to him. "Chris! Oh my god, are you OK?"

Chris slowly looked up at Wyatt, squinting. He stared for a while before saying, "You have the most beautiful eyes."

Wyatt laughed, "I think you have a concussion. Let's get you home."

Wyatt orbed them back to the manor, laying Chris on the couch. He then held his hands over Chris' head and healed the wound.

Chris looked up at Wyatt, looking a little embarrassed. "Thanks."

Wyatt stared at Chris, who stared right back. Something seemed to click with Wyatt, because he suddenly smiled. He pushed Chris' long brown hair out of his face, and then leaned forward slowly. When Chris leaned forward a little as well, Wyatt seemed to gain confidence and moved in to kiss Chris on the lips.

The kiss was nervous and gentle. Their lips touched for only a few seconds before Wyatt pulled back. When he saw Chris smiling at him, Wyatt smiled back. He moved forward to rest his forehead on Chris and they just stared at each other smiling.

Chris felt a myriad of emotions at this memory. Regret and pain at what he had lost. Love, happiness, at what he used to have. Determination to save the love of his life from evil.

The Charmed ones were gaping at the memory, making Chris smile a little.

Darkness crept in, but was once again replaced by another memory. This time, it was the memory of Wyatt proposing to him. Chris smiled fondly at this memory as well.

The darkness was quickly replaced by confusion as he found himself waking up on the floor of the attic in the Halliwell manor, in 2003. He looked around himself, and noticed he was still in the crystal cage. He looked outside of the cage to see the sisters and Leo waking up as well.

Baby Wyatt was nowhere to be found.

"Can somebody let me out of this cage now?" he asked, glaring at the sisters.

Paige immediately orbed a crystal away, breaking the cage and freeing Chris. He stood up, walking towards the sisters.

"What happened? How did we get out unharmed?" the sisters all shrugged.

A voice from behind him had Chris freezing in fear.

"That would be my doing." Chris turned around to face the voice.

Wyatt.


A/N I hope I got across Chris' innocence, even after all he had been through. That is an important part of my Chris, and something I picked up in canon. He always seemed very gentle, even when he was killing innocent Valkyries!