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Chris woke to a hand lightly shaking him. He opened his eyes just as Paige started chanting a spell to clean and fix the attic. Hands help him sit up, as he looked around. The boys from the different timeline were gone along with the demon. Leo was healing Phoebe's arm, which looked to be a burn. Chris turned slightly to see Piper standing over him with a worried expression.
"Are you okay?" she asked, little Wyatt at her hip. Chris looked at the little boy. The little blond boy looked sleepy and stared with mild curiosity at Chris.
The twenty-two year-old nodded. Piper stared hard at him and then called for Leo to check him. Chris rolled his eyes as he stood up. Only to stiffen as Leo came over and avoid his father's eyes while the man healed some small cuts and busies.
Though the second Leo is done, Chris muttered a soft 'thanks' and a 'later' to Piper, then orbed off to the bridge.
"He does have issues with me, doesn't he?" questioned Leo as the former couple watch their son from the future disappear.
Piper hugged Wyatt tightly for a second and nodded.
"I think with all of us. I planned to have my dad talked to him soon. To see if Chris will open up with him, this demon of age thing got in the way."
Leo nodded his understanding and looked over at Paige and Phoebe loudly commenting over grown up Wyatt and younger Chris as the two left the room. The shock of Chris being his son was still overwhelming. "I'm going to stay, but it might take a while for them to consider it and allow it."
Piper huffed at Leo's comment and shifted her grip on her little boy. Leo met her eyes.
"I will be back, Piper. I want to be here, for you and our boys."
Piper just sighed softly and nodded. With that, Leo orbed out.
~O~
Wind ruffled Chris's hair as he stared unseeingly at the cars below. Night had long since fallen on the Golden Gate Bridge, as the events of the day replayed in his restless mind.
Memories of his sixteen year-old self stirred freshly in his mind as well. Emotions strengthened and weakened like a wave on a beach.
His sorrow of his mother's death and his rage at his father battled in his mind. Using his most deadly power had not helped like he had hoped it would have.
The pain and hurt was still there.
~O~
Wyatt woke to a little girl face inches from his own.
"Boo," she squealed which lead to Wyatt orbing out and in from the shock. He fell off the couch as his little brother laughed. As he started to glare, a thought suddenly came to mind.
"You're not sixteen," saying this caused Chris to stop laughing and give him a weird look. His cousin, who was now sitting on the arm of the couch above him, mirrored his brother.
"Chrissy's fourteen. Silly, you're the one who's sixteen."
Chris nodded in agreement with their little cousin, as Wyatt frowned.
Was it all a dream? he wondered. He shrugged it off and checked his cell for texts.
~O~
Chris woke to an alarm going off on his cell. He suddenly sat up as he looked around. He was in his room and everything looked normal.
Was it just a dream? he wondered. He thought about making a note to ask Wyatt about it later, when he visited his brother at college, later. The details of it were already slipping away but he could care less about some weird dream.
"Get up, Christopher!" called his mother from downstairs. He rolled his eyes and began to get ready for school.
The End.
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