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AN: Thank you for those who reviewed. Here is Chap 4 as I promised. Please R&R. Almost time to welcome another year. Happy New Year everyone!

Summary: What if Chris found out that he was the reason why Wyatt turned evil? How will he cope with the pain of knowing the truth? Who can help him? This fic is set after Chris-crossed and Prince Charmed. Chris-revelation fic….

Recollection

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Leo awoke, startled at hearing the scream. He worriedly looked at the boy it came from. He saw him sweating and shaking his head as he repeated no to himself. "Chris, what's wrong?" He asked as he walked to the boy.

He didn't answer. He just kept on shaking his head gazing at his hands repeating the same word over and over.

~$~o~$~

Elsewhere, a man stirred from his bed hearing something snapped from his head.

'No! It can't be. He's broken it.' He hastily stood up, one goal in his mind. 'I'm coming. Wait for me.'

~$~o~$~

"Leo, what happened?" The girls were woken by the scream and hurriedly went to Wyatt's room. They saw Leo sitting on the side of Chris' bed.

"I'm not sure." His head turned to the direction of the voice and saw all three women.

He snapped his attention back to the boy. "Chris, what's wrong?" The boy didn't even acknowledge him. It seems he didn't even hear him.

"Let me try." Leo stood up and joined the other sisters while Piper sat on the side of Chris's bed and ran her fingers through his hair. "Chris, honey, what's wrong?"

The boy didn't seem to hear her as well. She tried again, this time shaking him gently.

"I-I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." His voice trembled as he whispered it. He didn't even look at her as he said it. He just kept staring at his hands.

"What's your fault, Chris?" She inquired, a little bit relieved that the boy finally spoke.

"E-everything."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Silence ensued as the sisters and Leo gazed at the boy anxiously waiting for his answer.

"I finally remembered Phoebe's premonition, what happened that day." He finally let the tears he was holding in fall freely.

The other four persons silently glanced at each other. Silence once more reigned until the boy slumped back on the bed as red dust was blown to his face.

"W-what the?!"

"Chris! Chris!" Piper shook the boy as Paige shouted, "Show yourself! We know you're still in here!"

Piper joined her sisters and prepared to fight after noting that Chris was just asleep. A figure turned visible right before their eyes hovering over Chris.

Piper positioned her hands to blow the intruder up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…." He turned around as they all gasped recognition dawned on their faces.

"…Mother." He continued.

"W-wyatt." Piper whispered as she brought her hands down. She couldn't believe it. This was her son…her future son, the same son who was still innocently sleeping in her room.

They stared at him. His face looked so worn out. He looked exhausted beyond his years. He didn't look evil, well, except for the clothes and maybe the hair. The Wyatt in front of them didn't look as evil as Chris had described him to be.

Something in Piper snapped as she saw Wyatt swatting a stray hair from Chris' face. "What did you do to Chris?" She angrily asked. She couldn't understand why she felt very protective of the boy.

"It's just a sleeping dust." He didn't even glance at her. He continued to stare at Chris' sleeping face. "He needs it."

"Chris was your best friend, right?" His head snapped to his aunt Phoebe. 'Best friend?' He turned his attention back to the sleeping boy. 'He didn't say the truth about what his relation to me…to them.'

"What happened? How come yesterday, he didn't seem to remember how you were turned…" Phoebe couldn't say it. She couldn't say the word.

Paige continued for her. "But just a while ago, he said he finally remembered and that everything was his fault."

He sighed as he wearily looked at them. "Let's talk about this downstairs. I don't want to wake him up. As I've said he needs sleep."

Leo and the girls silently trooped out of the room.

When they were all out, Wyatt kissed Chris' forehead whispering, "I'm sorry."

He walked to the door and stole one more glance at Chris before turning off the lights. He closed the door and proceeded downstairs were his family was eagerly waiting for him.

AN: I'll end it here. Please R and R. Thanks.