Author's Note : Wow, so I am really impressed by the number of reviews. 100 reviews for five chapters - that's twenty reviews per chapter. Wow. So I guess it is safe to say that I can write normal, honest-to-God stories, who would have thought. The only problem now is that the next chapter of my series is being a real downer. I felt good for getting this done, but I don't know what to put in the next chapter of my series, and my one-shots. SIGH. I love writing one-shots, especially Chris centered one-shots and I have about ten on my computer that are half done, but I either have writers block when it comes to them. So, this is really the only thing moving ahead on a steady pace - but I have a long weekened this weekend and I have three hours in the car, AND I'M NOT DRIVING. So I can type the whole way. I know, I know, it's great. So, keep reviewing. Next chapter should be up on like ... Monday? But it will be before Thursday for sure.

Chapter Six : They Always Fall

Paige groaned as they stopped moving, luckily this time they weren't flung into anything and from what she could tell, it wasn't a high action memory. Not yet, still she felt terrible. Piper had complained about morning sickness when she was pregnant with Wyatt, but something told her this took the cake, there couldn't be a worst feeling than this. She gripped her stomach, "ugh," Paige moaned, "seriously, am I the only one feeling like they're going to puke up their guts here?"

Chris rolled his eyes at his aunt Paige, when she was not being sarcastic, she was being dramatic. Over dramatic, he allowed a shadow of a smile to appear on his face, so that was where her children got it from.

Unaware of Chris' thoughts, Phoebe rubbed comforting circles on her baby sister's back and sighed when Paige continued to groan. "Awe, you'll be okay sweetie," she assured, seeing Paige's green colour, she suddenly doubted that. "Well look on the bright side, at least there is a break before every transport, which gives your stomach enough time to relax."

"Don't make me hurt you," Paige warned.

Shaking her head at her sisters, Piper looked away from them and looked at their new surroundings. "Okay," she said slowly, frowning at where they were. It was obvious they were in some part of San Francisco. Even now, despite the fact that everything was pretty much destroyed Piper could still recognize the city she had grown up in, but it didn't make seeing this any easier. Why hadn't they stopped this from happening? "Where the hell are we?"

Without looking up, Phoebe began talking. "We're-" she stopped talking once she looked up and saw what her sister was referring to, this wasn't the San Francisco they knew, this wasn't their home; this was a war zone.

It was daylight, at least it should have been. Though it was day, there was hardly any sunlight beaming down from the normally clear blue skies, as they seemingly were covered with a blanket of grey, something that the onlookers from the past noticed after further inspection, was a result from all the smoke coming from the fires that littered the city.

The city wasn't the beautiful place it had been in their time, in fact, it was the complete opposite of beautiful, and it was down right horrid and the emblem of everything wrong in this world. It showed how far gone things actually were; most of the buildings were at least partially destroyed, if not completely, not to mention that there were fires on some of the buildings, and if you looked closely enough, you could see it was the demons causing all the mayhem. They were literally sweeping through every building.

Phoebe looked around, her eyes wide in fear and sadness as she felt tears building in her eyes; she didn't understand how this could have happened. Never in her life she had thought things would get this badly out of control, it hadn't even been this bad when she had had that premonition a few years ago about her being burned at the stake. At least then the city hadn't suffered, only the witches within it. "This is the future?" She questioned, meaning it as a rhetorical questioned as she looked around in disbelief. This was terrible.

Leo, however, was appalled by what he saw. An Elder's job was to watch over the world, to maintain the balance; the opposite of what he saw. It appeared as though the Elders had failed, more than that, it looked as if they had given up on the world. Leo couldn't believe that, Elders would never abandon their 'children', but the evidence was before him. They had washed the hands of earth, and Leo knew without a doubt that they were Up There, sitting on their pompous asses. Weren't they supposed to be all-loving? How could they abandon the people down here? Looking around, Leo pushed those thoughts from his mind, deciding he wouldn't allow that - or any of this - to happen and he took a deep breath before shuddering at the sight of demons wandering freely around, rummaging through everything.

"What are they doing?" He questioned, looking at Chris who had a look of disgust on his face as he looked at the demons, and thinking about it, Leo was pretty sure disgust didn't cover it. Repugnance sounded more appropriate.

Chris hadn't heard Leo's question at first, instead he continued to stare at the demons and allowed the flames of hate burn in his Jade eyes, and he doubted anything would be able to douse those flames. They ran to deep, too much had happened for him to forgive those who served Wyatt and the Rogue demons that were on neither side, they just were. He hated them, more than anything else he had ever faced. There were times Chris wanted nothing more than to hunt them all, killing them all before they could do anymore, and what really scared him was the fact that he didn't care what had to be done to do it, or who had to be hurt. As long as his mission was complete and these things never existed.

It scared Chris sometimes, but it was times like these that he could almost understand how Wyatt had turned his back on Good - all the pain, the hurt - and be an enthusiast of the cold, painless feeling that came with turning evil.

Sometimes Chris envied Wyatt for his inability to feel.

"Chris?"

Blinking, Chris came out of his thoughts and became aware that Leo and the sisters were starring at him intently, apparently he had zoned out for a moment and they were concerned, but they also wanted an answer to Leo's question. "They're looking for witches," Chris said offhandedly, and in a tone that suggested it was nothing, that it happened often. That made the onlookers from the past look down in guilt, once again wondering how they could have allowed for this to happen, all the while Chris glared hatefully at the demons. "Most of the demons chose a side," he said quietly. "Some joined the Resistance, the others joined the other side and opposed us," he sighed. "There were some, however, that didn't want to fight either battle, they were content with just living above ground, creating havoc whenever they could so they often worked for the witch hunters, which shouldn't be that surprising. They didn't care what happened to anyone else, as long as they weren't killed."

Phoebe nodded at those words it sounded to her like something a demon would do, more often than not, they had an alterative motive, even if they seemed good. There was something else floating under the radar in Chris' words, there was a strong emotion lurking there, and Phoebe knew she wasn't imagining it. Maybe she only detected it because she was an advice columnist and an Empath, making her more in touch with the emotions of others, but it was there. Not wanting to push Chris though, she locked it in her memory, shelving it for another time. A more appropriate time.

"Chris," she said slowly, remembering Chris' deceased fiancée Bianca. "You said some demons joined the Resistance, meaning they wanted good to essentially win," she pointed out, and hearing her words, Chris nodded and turned to look at her, an inquisitive eyebrow raised. "But if evil was winning, why wouldn't they join that side? You would think they would be on evil's side."

"And you would think all witches would be on our side," Chris muttered, causing the others to frown as they got the hidden meaning in those words. Some witches had turned their backs on the good fight, and something told them Chris wasn't referring to just the Assassin witches, he meant witches in general. Good witches, witches like the Charmed Ones, which was a terrifying thought. Chris sighed as he ran his hands over his face, trying to get rid of the negativity that seemed to be floating around him. "Some demons didn't want to be a part of this," he said looking at all the destruction around him. "Actually, not all demons are bad; they just have to be depraved demons because that was how they grew up. It was how they were taught," he met eyes with Paige. "I guess you could say it was that Nature Vs Nurture thing." He sighed, "Once all hell broke loose though, some joined the Resistance once it was on its feet, but not all of them could be trusted. They were just trying to get away from their other options. They chose the best one for them."

Paige tilted her head in understanding as she connected the dots of what Chris was saying and what they had seen. "So you joined together because you had a common goal?" She asked, not really expecting an answer because she knew it was right, but Chris nodded anyway, confirmed her thoughts. "Okay, and I understand what you mean, the whole Nature Vs Nurture thign, and the fact that not all demons are bad I can semi understand, but what was the common goal? Because even though they were sided with you, I cannot see any demon wanting to save the world and change things back to how they had been. I mean, lets face it, demons aren't very well off in our time, and saving the world just isn't the MO, no matter how bad the world is. So what was their gain? What would you all working together earn them?"

Chris watched as a demon pulled a woman out of a house before shimmering away with her, not doubt bringing her to the Witch Hunters, something that he couldn't help but growl at. He hated the witch hunters, more than he hated Leo - the man who disowned him as a child, the man who had let their family fall apart, the man who had allowed Chris' mother and sister to die; his own wife and daughter. So saying he hated the Witch hunters more than he hated his father that was saying something. That was saying a lot. "Survival."

Feeling a knot form in her throat as she looked around, Piper jumped when she head a high pitch scream come from a near distance and it took all of her self control not to run after the person, after all it was a memory. Nevertheless, what could she say? Even if she often hoped for a normal life, she couldn't switch off her duty to help people like a switch. Those roots ran deep. "Where is the younger you from this time?" She asked, wincing when she heard someone scream again, and unconsciously she searched for protection and unknowingly took a step closer towards Leo so they were touching. She was the head of the family, making her the strong one, but she felt the need to be protected, she wasn't used to all of this screaming, all of this terror. For the life of her though, she just couldn't understand how she and her sisters allowed things to get so bad.

Chris knew he didn't have a choice in his family witnessing this, but he didn't know what this was. They were in some dingy alley - somewhere he spent a lot of time at in the future - but there was nothing special about it so nothing was standing out. It was your typical wet, creepy, dingy alley. "I don't know."

The answer was then provided to all watching less than ten seconds later when (Memory) Chris orbed in, but the people from the past frowned when they looked at him as they tried to put a timeline to when this was. Looking at him though and by assuming his apparent age, they assumed that he was toughly eighteen, meaning this couldn't be that long after the last memory they had witnessed.

Memory Chris' overall look hadn't changed much since the last memory, he still had his mop of messy hair and the same sad eyes, but he looked more strained and thinner. This war was finally beginning to take its toll on the younger half white lighter, and looking over at their Chris, the people from the past could see how he had ended up where he was today. Looking back at the teenage version, they noted that he was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt; both of which had bloodstains and holes in it, something that caused Piper to click her tongue in disapproval, bringing a small smile to Chris' face. Memory Chris' hair had grown out a lot since the first memory they had seen, what had been cut short, now it brushed the collar of his shirt, almost causing his unmistakeable green eyes to be covered from view.

After hearing her sister's disapproving click of the tongue, Paige frowned and took a closed look at the teenage Chris, only to feel her eyes Paige frowned at the state of teenage Chris, suddenly remembering how he had promised his sister he would take it easy. Something that he clearly hadn't done, "so," Paige said slowly, "I take it you didn't listen to your sister?" She asked sarcastically, in a tone that only Paige herself could produce.

She was the textbook definition of sarcasm with only Chris as her contender for her position.

Chris sent his aunt a withering look, but before he could muster up a sarcastic retort worthy of being thrown Paige's way, five demons shimmered in behind the version of him that was in the memory, and all thoughts of sarcasm was long forgotten. He knew what they were seeing, or rather whom they would be seeing, and honestly, Chris wasn't looking forward to this. A part of him had known this was unavoidable, but that didn't make it any better. He still wasn't looking forward to this.

Seeing the demons shimmer in Piper gasped as she raised her hands, flexing her fingers in an attempt to protect the younger boy, but her powers wouldn't work and after a few tense moments, her mind processed what was happening. They were only viewing the memories; there was nothing she could do to protect the young boy in front of her who couldn't be more than seventeen at the present time. Looking to her side though, Piper was faced with a twenty two year old Chris, meaning he obviously made it out of this little tussle, but it didn't mean that Chris hadn't endured any pain or received any injuries.

Moreover, one thing Piper really did not want to watch this poor, innocent child get hurt. She was appalled as she once again found herself wondering where the hell was his parents were. Why weren't they doing their job? Protecting him.

With similar thoughts running through their heads, the other onlookers from the past watched as the teenage Chris looked at the demons, and it was easy to see he was trying to think of a solution to get out of this. That fact caused them to think over Chris' stay in their time, if one thing was for sure, Chris had proved he was resourceful and was able to think fast on his feet.

Chris sighed as he watched the younger version of him watch the demons, demons he could tell did worked for his brother, and they were to clean to work for the Witch Hunters or be Rogue demons. The demons Wyatt had employed were usually black clad or wearing some article of clothing that was black, but they were always clean. Something that had always amused Chris when he thought about it for too long.

Watching his counterpart's Jade eyes move from demon to demon, Chris sighed knowing what was causing the other Chris' hesitation. If it had been a couple of years ago, he would have immediately used his powers, but now in this time, in this memory if he was found out to be a witch, which meant instant trouble. Not to mention that he was hiding from his brother.

So it had been a lose/lose situation. Either he used his powers, exposed himself as a witch, and was dragged to the witch hunters, or he didn't use his powers and got dragged off to his brother. Chris really didn't see the plus side in either option, but then again he wasn't fond of the idea of the idea of having a family reunion.

Starring a demon in the eyes as an energy ball flew at him; Memory Chris waved his arm and sent it into a wall. Then, taking a deep breath he concentrated, until he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his arms, causing his eyes to glaze over white, something that caught the attention of the onlookers from the past.

After his long and draining search, Leo frowned as he seen Memory Chris' eyes glaze over white and for once and all a part of him thought he finally had his proof to prove that Chris was indeed evil. Now that he had that potential proof though, Leo found he did not want to prove Chris was evil, after seeing the memories he felt more pity and sympathy for the young man. Leo wouldn't go as far as saying he liked Chris now or even trusted him, but it was as if he had reached an understanding with the young white lighter. So looking at the white eyes, Leo felt his curiosity pique instead of anger as he noticed that Memory Chris' eyes still held their green color, but it was as if someone had put a thin layer of white paint over them. "Chris, what is up with your eyes?"

Not hearing any anger or hate in his father's voice, Chris found his eyebrows raising high as he realised that was the first time Leo had spoke to him in a civil tone since he had been here. That tone had been suspicion free, and that made Chris frown. Hate and suspicion he knew how to handle, but this was new to him. Sighing, Chris looked back at the eyes of the young version of him, "So much for keeping this a secret," he muttered to himself. "It's one of the unnerving things about this power," he answered vaguely, but thinking it over, he figured he could live with his family knowing he had one more power. Sure, it was an Elder's power, but maybe they wouldn't make the connection. As far as he knew the sisters didn't know about Leo's apparent power boost since he had become an Elder, his only concern was Leo.

Of course, only that man would hold the knowledge to screw up everything he had worked so hard to complete. The thing he had sacrificed so much for.

Maybe this Leo had more in common with his father than Chris had realised.

Suddenly the dim alley had been filled with a bright, brilliant blue light as Memory Chris held out his hands and sent several bolts of lightening at two of the demons, incinerating them on the spot with a power that was unique to only one witch, him, because of his Elder lineage.

Swallowing, Chris looked over to Leo, afraid that the Elder's eyes would be on him, wide with realization, something Chris couldn't live with. Looking at him though, Chris almost allowed a scowl to appear on his face when he saw that Leo's eyes were trained on the Chris from the memory, his eyes holding no realisation, only fascination.

Sure, Chris knew that he should be happy; he didn't want people to know who he was. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt that Leo couldn't recognize him, even when the blaringly obvious was right in front of him.

Watching Memory Chris, Paige let out a low whistle and looked over to Chris, frowning when she saw a look of annoyance on his face, but she knew that Chris wouldn't open up to her, so she didn't pry. One of the many lessons her sisters needed to learn, so deciding that Chris would go to someone if he needed someone, Paige continued with the questioned she intended on asking. "Chris, why the hell didn't you tell us you had all this fire power?" She questioned, her eyes narrowing in accusation. "You just wanted us to squirm!" She declared, causing a small smile to appear on both Chris and Leo's face. "You could have helped us all along instead of having us bitch at you for making us vanquish demons! You little-!" Catching something in the corner of her eyes, Paige whirled around and acted on instinct when she saw a flying Athame, "Athame!" She called, holding out her hand, waiting for the Athame to reappear in her hands in a shower of orbs, instead though, it continued on its course and she was forced to watch in horror as the Athame embedded itself in Memory Chris' leg. "What the hell?"

Smiling at the thought that his aunt had tried to protect him, Chris sighed and broke the truth to her gently. "Your powers don't work here, we're only watching the memories, we can't change anything," he stated.

"Damn the Elders to hell," Paige muttered,

Hearing that, Chris allowed a smirk to appear on his face. Finally someone agreed with his hate for Elders, frowning in thought, Chris realised he had never been alone on that front. Looking at Piper, he smiled slightly, it seemed as though it was one thing he and his mother shared. No, his mind screamed. She's not Mom, Mom died. "And I didn't tell you because I don't use that power," Chris stated, looking away. He had sworn off that power, using it here had been the result of desperation that was it.

No matter how often he told himself that though, Chris couldn't help but admit that it had felt good using that power. Chris would never admit it though, for the fear that it would make him more like Wyatt than he could handle - that was when he took a deep breath and realised where they were, or rather, when.

Hearing Chris take a deep breath, Phoebe's head immediately turned to look at Chris, frowning as she heard a low sniffing sound, almost as if Chris was holding back tears.

Little did she know Chris was, for he remembered this day and whom they were going to see. Wyatt had orbed in after he vanquished all of the demons, all because of a foolish mistake Chris made. He should have known better than to use such an attention drawing power, Wyatt had known as soon as Chris had used his powers, damn brotherly bonds.

With two demons down, Memory Chris was down to three demons, and seeing the Athame in his leg, he clenched his teeth, waved his right arm violently, and sent the Athame out of his leg and straight into the chest of a demon, choosing to ignore the pain as he watched the demon blow up into flames.

That was something that caused the people from the past to frown. He had acted as if that was painless, almost as if he had been through more pain than that, something they did not want to think about.

Seeing the two remaining demons, Chris watched as the younger him held out his hands and sent to bolts of electricity at them, leaning forward and placing to catch his breath as the demons erupted into flames as their screams filtered through the alley. "Another one bites the dust," Memory Chris mumbled softly, causing the people looking on to laugh, all except his future self who looked into the shadows, knowing full well what was going to happen next. He only hoped his family was prepared for this.

Seeing Chris looking at something, Paige frowned and looked into the shadows trying to figure out what Chris was looking at. Squinting, Paige felt her eyes go wide when she realised what Chris was waiting for as the familiar sound of orbs appeared in along with a mixture of blue and black lights meaning it could only be one thing. Something that was murderous to her, Chris and Leo. "Dark Lighter," she squeaked, causing the other onlookers to whirl around and looked at what Paige and Chris were looking at.

Hearing the panic in Paige's voice, Chris sighed and knew why she was so afraid. While he, like her, was only half white lighter, or in his case, half-Elder, Dark Lighter poison was still lethal to both of them. Looking at his youngest aunt though, Chris couldn't help but look to Piper and feel sympathy for the woman who was glaring hatefully at who they thought was a dark lighter. They just didn't understand how wrong they were, that wasn't a dark lighter, The person they were about to see, at one point had been thought of as the epitome of pure good but he went down the wrong path, the colour of his orbs only showed how far he had gone.

Phoebe watched as the colour faded from Memory Chris' face, and looking to the twenty-two year old version, she saw that the memory had the same effect on him, but their Chris looked as if he was actually going to be sick. That didn't make the fear growing in her veins to decrease, there was something deadly wrong with this. She knew it. "Chris," she said tentatively as she placed a hand on his arm, "why didn't you just orb out of there?" She asked, unable to understand why Chris wouldn't have just orbed out, especially if whoever this was affected him so greatly. Yet there was a small part of her wondering who could get such a reaction out of the normally fearless white lighter.

Hearing Phoebe's question, frowning when he didn't understand what she meant by the question. Looking over to study his younger self, his eyes filled with understanding when he noted the expression on his face. This had back when he had been holding onto the hope that Wyatt could be saved, in their time, but more than that, this had been when he had been terrified of his brother. Which now when he looked back on it, it was odd how he had feared Wyatt. Growing up, he had never been afraid of Wyatt and he knew he shouldn't have feared him here. Wyatt had had the same amount of powers growing up, but if Chris was being honest, he had feared Wyatt because this person was not Wyatt. Wyatt never would have used his powers so carelessly; he never would have done half of the things this monster had done. After Melinda died though, Chris stopped fearing Wyatt for he had failed saving his sister. He wasn't going to fear anyone anymore; he was going to protect his family, or at least what was left of it.

After Melinda's death, Chris had begun to see the world in a completely new light, and like Wyatt, he had let go of most of his morals. It was then when the innocent Chris had been killed, and it was replaced with him; Leader of the Resistance. He couldn't afford to be weak, to allow the ideas of right and wrong his mother had installed in him to prevent him from doing what needed to be done. Wyatt wasn't playing by the rulebook, so it had been about time for Chris to throw it out the window as well. The world had no longer been safe, it was kill or be killed, whether he liked it or not, and he really didn't. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to allow his fear to cause to death of others.

"Chris, why didn't you orb out?" Phoebe frantically asked again, afraid that Chris had gone into shock when he had failed to answer her question.

"Because it wouldn't have made much of a difference," Chris mumbled in response, never turning to look at his aunt, despite the fact she was trying to catch his eyes. What he had said was true, being that close to Chris, Wyatt would have been able to follow him with no problem, no matter where Chris went. Even if Chris had cloaked himself as soon as he orbed out Wyatt would have been able to find him.

Like he had said damn brotherly bonds.

Clapping at his brother's accomplishment, Wyatt clapped from where he was stationed in the shadows, unaware that his family from the past was glaring at him, thinking him to be a dark lighter, but they were wrong. Completely wrong. "Not bad," he sneered from behind Chris, smirking as he taunted his brother. "I have to say I am impressed, considering you rarely use those powers."

The onlookers from the past frowned as Memory Chris tensed, but they couldn't help but think they had heard that voice before. Something told them they should remember it.

With that, Wyatt continued to taunt his brother noticing how Chris was standing to his full height with his shoulders squared. He almost scoffed, as if his brother could take him. "Tell me if I'm wrong Chris, but didn't you swear years ago that you would never use your offensive powers again?"

Knowing there was no escape in this, that he had to confront his brother, Memory Chris took a deep breath and spun on his heel, narrowing his eyes at the much bigger man, sending him back a few feet but because of his athletic ability, Wyatt managed to steady himself. "What the hell do you want?" Memory Chris snapped, refusing to allow Wyatt to see that he was intimidated by him.

The people from the past frowned when they heard the figure from the shadows sigh in what almost sounded like regret, and when he spoke, he sounded almost miserable. "What? No hello or how have you been? After all, we haven't seen each other in almost a year." Wyatt stated as he walked out of the shadows, only to reveal a teenager than looked to be no older than a teenager who looked to be no older than eighteen were. Once he was in the dim light, the people from the past allowed their eyes to go wide in shock as they realised who it was. The man before them was taller than Chris, both versions was, and had long curly blond hair, and bright blue eyes and he was wearing all black, that gave him a more threatening look, but his identity was unmistakable. This was the same boy they had seen in that hospital room, but at the same time, it was a completely different person.

"Oh my God," Piper mumbled as she viewed the boy in front of her, her boy. "It's Wyatt," she said, her voice cracking as she said his name, causing Chris to wince at her tone, knowing full well she was on the verge of tears. Something that irked him, if there was one thing Christopher Perry Halliwell couldn't stand; it was his mother in tears. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to run over to her and hold her in a protective bear hug, telling her it wasn't her fault. That was what Christopher Perry Halliwell would do, but he wasn't that person, not now. He hadn't been that person in months; he was simply Chris Perry the neurotic white lighter from the future.

Frowning at his brother, Memory Chris rolled his eyes, crossed his arms across his chest, and sighed. "Sorry, Wyatt," he said bitterly and anyone could tell he hadn't meant the words that had just left his mouth. "How have you been? Ruling the world going good for you? On the other hand, how about your domination over the demons? Is it everything you ever wanted?" He asked in a false cheery voice, causing Piper to let out a strangled sob as she heard what kind of company her son kept in the future.

Wyatt nodded slightly and walked a few more feet towards Chris, "not bad thank you," he said, frowning when he noticed that with every step he took, Chris took another back to keep the distance between the two of them, and that caused Wyatt's eyes to soften. "I'm not going to hurt you, Chris," he stated, only to allow a pained expression to appear on his face when his brother snorted -loudly- at what he had said. Knowing there was no way to convince Chris otherwise, Wyatt went back to their previous topic. "But I must say that I was having a rotten day, demons aren't that reliable."

In unison, Paige and Memory Chris snorted and let out a retort that to most would show just how they close they were in the future, sadly the people from the past never clued in. "That's why they're called demons."

Once the words had left her mouth, Paige looked at Chris and frowned at him when she saw the surprise on his face. "That was weird," she commented, and Chris only nodded in agreement. To him, it was official, as a child he had spent to much time with his aunts, especially Paige.

Wyatt nodded, "however, my day just got so much better. It was about time I found you," he stated, a growl working its way into his voice as he looked down at his brother. "I've been searching for you for months now, Chris."

"Well, now you found me," Memory Chris said slowly, "so if you don't mind," he said sarcastically because he really didn't care if his brother minded or not. Wyatt wasn't the boss of him, he had given up any right to Chris the moment he went crazy and became hell-bent on destroying everything. "I'll be leaving now," he said sarcastically.

Wyatt sighed, eventually that mouth was going to get his brother in trouble, and someday it would be trouble that Wyatt couldn't get him out of. "Chris," he said in an emotional voice, one that caused everyone to look up at him, but as soon as it had been there, Wyatt's face had contorted into one of business once again. "Chris," he repeated again, emotionless. "You haven't even listened to what I have to offer. There is no reason for you to be against me, we could be ruling together. Only you have the powers to rival my own," that piqued the interest of the people from the past. "Together we could be unconquerable."

Hearing what her son was saying, Piper felt the silent tears streaming down her face because she could no longer deny the truth in Chris' words. Chris had been telling the truth, her son, her precious Wyatt, had grown up evil, or at least he had turned evil. She looked up at Leo, who appeared to be at a loss for words, and she couldn't blame him, she herself didn't know what to say. "Leo, look at him," she said frantically, but it was pointless because Leo's eyes were already trained on Wyatt, his eyes filling with tears. "Our son can't be any older than eighteen, why in the hell of all that is Holy is he paragon of all evil?" She demanded in a small voice, but as far as she was concerned there was no reason for him to be the Source, he should still be at home under to influence of his parents, whether they were together or not.

Looking at his son, in his only child, which was true in the eyes of many, Leo sighed and shook his head. "I don't know, "he admitted, wishing more than anything that he had that answer. It was something that he too needed to know, and he wouldn't rest until he found out. Leo wouldn't allow this to happen again, "I don't know, Piper, I don't know."

Thinking the same thing as the past version of his estranged father, Memory Chris looked at Wyatt, swearing he would save him even if it killed him. Quietly Memory Chris studied Wyatt, looking for any evidence that the brother he knew was still in there somewhere. Not finding any, he sighed and looked Wyatt in the eyes, sad to say he didn't recognise those eyes anymore. "You know what, Wy?" He asked, causing Wyatt's eyes to widen at the nickname he hadn't heard in a long time. Too long. Not noticing his brother's surprise, Memory Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared blankly at the ground, "Mahatma Gandhi once said, 'remember that all through history there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they seemed invincible. But in the end, they always fall. Always.'"

Once that was said, he disappeared in a shower of blue and white orbs that stood out in the dim alley, illuminating the speechless face of Wyatt Matthew Halliwell as he stared at the place his brother had just been.

Meanwhile, the onlookers were pulled into another memory, with the ones from the past only praying that it wasn't as terrifying as this one. They didn't know if they would be able to stand seeing anymore of evil Wyatt, but one thing was for sure, they weren't going to let this happen again. They were going to help Chris save Wyatt, for every ones sake.

Once they appeared in another memory, Chris frowned as he glanced around and realised that they were once again in an alley, which was not a good thing. As far as he could remember, there had never been a good memory in an alley. It was a place reserved for only the terrible memories, ones that he had no interest in reliving. Then again, other than the first one, he hadn't really enjoyed any of the memories, not that the first one had been fun. Seeing his long dead mother? Not something that was on his list of activities for the day, sure he saw her everyday in the past, but at the same time it wasn't her and Chris had enough self-control to separate the two in his mind.

Once again, Paige groaned as she held her stomach. She wasn't going to let her stomach pains ruin this, she was going to push it to the back of her mind and pay attention to what was going on. Because no matter how much pain she was going through, the people in the future were experiencing worst. "Do I even want to know where we are this time?"

"Honestly?" Chris asked as he looked at Paige with a raised eyebrow, "you probably don't want to know."

Hearing the clicking of high heels, the onlookers whirled around and squinted as they looked up the alley, only to frown when the saw that Memory Chris was once again walking though the alleys of San Francisco. Hadn't the boy learned his lesson? Pausing when he heard people screaming, Memory Chris sighed as he continued to walk on with a pained expression on his face as he faced the reality that he couldn't help them as he walked along with his female companion. A fact that caused Paige and Phoebe to snicker when they saw this, something that caused Chris to gag when he saw who it was.

The woman walking along with him was two, almost three years younger than him with a tall slender figure that was currently clad in revealing black leather, much to Chris' distress. The young woman had long, flowing dark brown hair that feel down her face in gentle waves that highlighted her delicate features and striking brown eyes - all features that were similar to her mother, and even her Grandmother. Prudence Charlotte Halliwell was the eldest child of Phoebe and Coop, making her the oldest of Chris' female cousins. "Chris," she suddenly whined, causing Chris to close to his eyes to keep his tears at bay when he heard the life in her voice, something that was severely lacking in their time. On the inside, his cousin Prue was dead, the war had done that to her, but here, several years before, there was still life in her. "Please explain to me once again why you can't do your thing and disappear in a pretty little shower of blue and white lights bringing us home?" She demanded in a whisper as she looked up at the sky, only to frown when she saw nothing. There were no stars or moonlight because they were covered by the smoke coming from the burning buildings, but more than that, her feet were killing her. Never again would she wear these heels when attempting to blend in with Wyatt's slutty assassin witches, she would wear sneakers.

Appearances be damned.

"Why didn't you orb back?" Piper asked confusion evident in her voice as she looked at her white lighter frowning when she couldn't understand his logic. If he had the ability to orb them back to the Stronghold, why wouldn't he? Surely it was safer than walking around the streets, she flinched hearing a piecing scream, and anything had to be safer than this, right?"

Before Chris could answer, Memory Chris sighed and grabbed Prue's arm, forcing her to look at him, sending her a glare when he saw her defiant look. "Because we have to scout," he said simply raising an eyebrow at her when she let out a sigh and rolled her brown eyes, something she got from their Aunt Paige. "We have to check if there are any survivors," Prue once again sighed, but nodded nonetheless. "If you didn't want to come I could have brought Henry."

"Chauvinist," Prue muttered before squaring her shoulders and standing to her full height, but Chris still towered over her. "I know we have to look for survivors, Chris," she hissed, "but we have been at this for hours," she pointed out as she brushed her brown hair out of her eyes. "But it isn't safe to be walking the streets at night," she pointed out, "it's safer when there is sun." She narrowed her eyes, "you know that. Wyatt has went loco lately," she snapped, causing the people from the past to look down in shame, they couldn't help but thing on some level it was their fault. "He has probes flying anywhere, and in case you haven't noticed, those things scan us and let him know where we are which is a bad thing. A very bad thing."

"That doesn't mean we turn our backs on these people!"

"But we can't very well help these people if we're caught, Chris!" Prue hissed back as she heard something behind her, only to widen her eyes slightly and reach down towards her hip, causing the people from the past to frown when she whirled around, causing them to jump when they saw that she had an Athame at the ready. Not seeing anything, she sighed and placed the Athame at her hip again, "you know Wyatt has those probes out for a reason, he's looking for unregistered witches, the Resistance and us," she said, and the people from the past brushed it off, but Chris knew what she meant. When it came to the probes, Wyatt had an alternative motive, he was looking for his family, he was looking for them and he wasn't going to stop until he found them.

Phoebe frowned as she looked at the young woman who couldn't be more than sixteen which in her opinion was far to young to be out on the streets like this, but looking at Chris, she knew he wasn't any older than eighteen now which was also too young. It was official, this future sucked, her nephew was the paragon of all evil and everyone was forced to grow up to fast. Looking at the girl though, Phoebe couldn't help but feel some sort of bond with her; there was just something about her that made Phoebe believe she knew her, or her family. Then there was the fact her looks were eerily similar to someone she knew, unaware that Prue was her daughter. "Chris, who is she?"

Chris sighed, knowing that he couldn't tell Phoebe the truth; it would raise too many suspicions and too many questions. Saying her name was too obvious too, Prudence wasn't a popular name, but even if it were it would be enough information for them to know who she was. Frowning, Chris thought over her middle name, Charlotte, still a name from the family tree, but not as well known. Smiling, he answered, "Charlie," he said, using an unpopular nickname for Charlotte, he only prayed this didn't blow up in his face. If someone said her name, he was dead.

Thinking over his cousin's argument, Memory Chris rolled his Jade eyes and continued to walk silently through the streets, his eyes wide as he walked around, hearing Prue growl in frustration behind him; he looked at her from over his shoulder. "If you want to, you can go home, but I am staying out here."

Prue shook her head; she couldn't leave Chris out her alone. Walking around the city was pretty much suicide now that it was filled with destruction, the only thing more dangerous was walking around the city alone. "You're not going to get rid of me that easily," she stated as she marched past Memory Chris, while a smirk appeared on everyone's face while Memory Chris shook his head, a smirk on his face.

"God Chris," Paige said as she shook her head as she walked along with the onlookers as they walked the streets to keep the two in sight. "She's just as stubborn as you are!"

Chris nodded, that wasn't something he couldn't deny, he and his cousin Prue were a lot alike, but one that could be said for every Halliwell was their stubbornness. All of them had it; even the most quiet out of them had that damned stubborn streak, something that had caused their parents agony. When they had been around, that was.

Memory Chris paused for a moment, reaching out to stop Prue, a frown on his face as he felt the hairs perk up on the back of his neck. Seeing his action, the ones from the past to frown as they heard the faint buzzing in the distance only to freeze when they saw Memory Chris pull Prue into an alley where they quickly fooled them. "Chris," Phoebe panted as they power-walked to keep up with the two, "why the hell are you two walking so fast?"

Chris opened his mouth to reply, but was cut of by a strange, metallic whirling sound. A round device descended on them, but before the probe could transmit the information, Memory Chris waved his hand violently to the right, sending the machine into an alley wall. "Damn probes," Prue snapped, causing the people from the future to frown when they looked to the pile of scrap metal. Prue sighed in frustration and looked at Memory Chris, "okay I know you want to help out people, but we have to get out of here. More probes will be here any second."

Memory Chris went to grab Prue's hand but before he did they heard the distinct clicking of heels on the pavement, causing them to whirl around, ready to strike whoever was the one trying to sneak up on them. Seeing who it was though, they both froze and the people from the past frowned and took in her appearance. The woman was wearing revealing leather, much like they had seen Bianca and 'Charlie' wear, but at the same time this woman's wasn't as revealing as some they had seen. She was wearing a black leather vest, but upon inspection, they noted she was wearing a black tank top underneath it, also instead of shorts or a miniskirt, the young woman was wearing a pair a knee-length leather pants and a pair of midnight black boots. That wasn't what had their attention though; it was her facial features that consisted of wide brown eyes that were surrounded by too much makeup all on a pale white face, surrounded by long blonde hair. It was Emily, the young woman that had been in the memory from the hospital; Wyatt's friend.

"Probes are the least of your problems," Emily stated as she looked at her old friend with wary eyes as she walked closer to them, only to pause and hold up her hands in surrender when she saw Prue hold up her Athame. "I'm not here to cause trouble, I was walking the streets and heard the probe explode, I had to check it out."

Prue scoffed, "that's right, your Wyatt's main bitch now, aren't you?" She asked her eyes cold and narrowed when she saw that Emily flinched, as if the psychic was able to feel any pain or emotions anymore. Hearing those words though, Leo and Piper looked away, sure they had seen the proof, but that didn't mean they wanted to hear anyone bad-talking their son. "How's that job going by the way?"

"Enough," Memory Chris warned.

"Chris-"

"I said enough!" Memory Chris snapped, causing Prue to instantly close her mouth without giving any more back talk and to sulk quietly as her cousin looked back at Emily who was now one of Wyatt's most prized assassins. "Are you going to turn us in?" He demanded, his intense Jade eyes starring into Emily's, but looking at them he realised they were dead. The life that had once been in her eyes was gone, there was nothing left.

Emily sighed as she looked up at the sky, "you know I have to Chris," she said, closing her eyes in what almost looked like regret, something that caused the people from the past to frown. "I'm under strict orders from Wyatt to bring you in when I find you," she looked at Chris with a small smile on her face. "Apparently you're annoying the hell out of him," she shrugged. "Almost like the old days."

"Almost. So, you're going to turn us in?"

Chris sighed and looked away when he heard the sharp tone his past self's was using with Emily, something that he couldn't really blame himself for. At this point, she had been on Wyatt's side; she had been one of his assassins until she had had enough and joined the Resistance. Many hadn't trusted her, but they had accepted her back with open arms and after a few years, their relationships had been back to where they had been. Emily hadn't forgiven herself for what she had done when she had been working for Wyatt though, she refused to. Now Emily was one of his most trusted friends in the future and the one he had left to make sure his family took care of themselves.

Emily frowned and crossed her arms across her chest, "Chris-"

"We used to be friends too, you know."

"I know."

"Then how can you just stand there and act like we never were?" Memory Chris demanded, "How can you stand there and be so cold Emily? We were friends and friends always look out for each other, remember?"

Hearing those words, Chris took a deep breath as he noticed the similarity between that conversation and one of the last ones he had had with Bianca. Damn, he really had to start treating the women in his life better.

"Wyatt-" Emily began.

"Wyatt what, Emily?"

Emily sighed and looked away; she knew there was no getting through to Chris. "He needed a friend with him," she whispered, and Piper felt her heart go out to the girl who had had to choose between her friends. "No matter what he was becoming, he needed a friend with him and I tried Chris, I really tried to save him from the inside, to make him the Wyatt we used to know," she looked up at Memory Chris with teary eyes. "But I couldn't, he's to far gone."

"Then what's keeping you there?" Prue demanded, entering the conversation once again as she glared at the woman that she had once considered as the older sister she never had. "If you tried saving him and couldn't, what kept you there?" Emily's face fell and Prue let out a bitter laugh, "oh that's rich Emily," she cackled. "You stayed because you couldn't let him go, that's great. You think we didn't want to let him go, you think his family didn't want to let him go?" She demanded, "We all did though and do you know why? Because we knew what he was doing was wrong, but that didn't matter to you, did it? It still doesn't, you don't care as long as you are living in your little bubble and still have your Wyatt. Well news flash, that Wyatt's been dead a long time."

"It isn't as easy as that, I can't just leave."

Memory Chris sighed and held onto Prue's hand and looked at Emily. "We're going to leave now, if you want to call Wyatt and try to stop us, that's fine but Em, sooner or later you're going to have to choose a side and stick with that decision. If you can live with this, what you're becoming, then fine, but I'm not giving up on you. You're still in there, just as Wyatt is still somewhere buried beneath that power lust. I will never give up on you, but you need to make a decision. Is it us, or the delusion of who Wyatt used to be?" He questioned, disappeared in a column of blue and white orbs with Prue, leaving Emily to let out a loud sigh.

"I'll never give up on him either, Chris." Emily whispered as she began to walk away, in the direction of the onlookers and for the first time they could see the strain this was putting on her as she walked towards them, "I just can't let him go. Not yet." And that was when they were transported to another memory.

Author's Note : Yes people, Emily joined Wyatt in the beginning! Surprised, I wont judge if you were, I thought it made sense though. Wyatt was one of her best friends, why would she want to give him up right away? Yet in another memory she was in the Resistance, so does this mean she turned to the good side again, or is she a spy in the Resistance's forces. I'm not going to tell you, you'll find out her reason for leaving soon enough. So, there was your new chapter, I'll try and update soon. But you know what you could do in the mean time? You could review. You never know, that might make me want to update sooner, lol. Please review.