Disclaimer: Charmed does not belong to me.. at all.. ever... at least not in this dimension..


Chris was just in time to see Amy stumble back, clutching the black fletched arrow that was, protruding from her chest. Chris's heart missed a beat. The bowl of popcorn dropped at his feet and smashed. The pieces of broken glass mixing with the unpopped cornels.

Chris flung his arm in the direction of the darklighter in the corner of the room. He went flying back into the coat hooks and exploded instantly into golden flames.

Chris raced over to Amy, calling for Leo as he ran. He caught her before she hit the floor. Her breathing was heavy but she automatically clutched his sweatshirt material in her tightly clenched fist. Pain flicked across her features but her jaw was set against it, she refused to give into it. Only a single whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes flicked frantically from side to side, searching.

"Amy, Amy." Chris cradled her in his arms, fighting of the tears misting his vision.

"Chris?" Amy replied weakly. "Chris, don't go." Chris's heart caught in his chest, this couldn't be happening. Not again. Not to Amy. She was shaking now, a combination of fear and weakness as the injury sapped her strength. Chris rocked her gently in his arms and stroked her hair.

"I'm here Amy, don't worry, I'm here. Just hold on, Leo will be here soon, he can heal you..." Her feeble shake of her head stilled his tongue.

"He... He won't come Chris."

"He will. He has to." Chris assured himself as much as the words were directed at her. A moment passed. "LEO!" Chris yelled to the empty room. "NOW!" Nothing. No tinkle of orbs of blue light. Just Amy's struggled gasps for air breaking the silence.

"Chris?" Amy asked.

"Yes Amy, I'm here."

"Chris, I'm scared."

Both of them now had streaks of tears racing down their cheeks.

Chris bowed his head and closed his eyes, "I know, Amy." He added quietly. "Me too..." Amy's lips curled up at the corners in a small grin. Then her heart skipped a beat and her breathing faltered. She gasped without seeming to breathe. "No Amy, don't go!" Chris cried out in despair grasping the young girl tighter to his chest, but she was too far gone to even hear him.

Flames seeped from the wound in her chest and spread to engulf her tiny figure. Chris refused to let her go despite the fire burning his arms and chest. Then Amy was gone in the midst of a typical demon death. It seemed so callous that that was all that she had earned, fire befitting every other demon. Chris stayed for a moment, frozen to the spot, not even caring that at any second he could vanish into thin air. After all she was the reason he had survived in the future.

A small jingle behind him alerted him to Leo's arrival. He didn't turn.

"Chris?" Leo spotted Chris. "Sorry that took so long, Wyatt just couldn't let our game finish..." he paused, expecting some response. "Chris?"

Chris rose to his feet slowly and then spun to face his father. Leo gasped as he took in the extensive burns marking Chris's forearms and burnt tatters of a shirt and tear stains down his cheeks.

"Go to hell, Leo." Chris snarled before orbing away, attempting to escape everything. He had lost Amy. Once again Leo had failed to help, to be there when essential. And yet again it was Wyatt that had kept Leo from aiding Chris.

He orbed to the attic without even thinking, all he knew was that he needed a spell to reverse this, to fix it. He materialised in front of the Book of Shadows and began frantically flicking through the weathered pages, not really seeing any of the spells. When he reached the end of the book, he slammed it back to the front pages again and began the motion again. After three flick throughs he slammed it shut and closed his eyes. Deep breaths. This wasn't helping and he knew it. Just as Wyatt had always told him. His emotions clouded with his route to success, before he could do anything he needed to be able to channel his irrational emotions into productive ones. But all his other teachings told him that emotions were the route of his power, considering how he was feeling then he should be able to do anything.

"Chris?" His head snapped up, his lips already curved into a snarl. Leo was the last person he needed to see. Phoebe stood by him staring wide eyed at Chris.

"Chris? I..." Phoebe began and then faltered. Chris gaze flicked to her briefly before flashing back to Leo in an unwavering glare. He didn't want Phoebe's sympathetic look or comforting words. "Chris... I can't imagine what you're going through..." A tidal wave of anger swept through Chris, destroying what was left of his composure. He turned on Phoebe and she visibly cowered away from the intensity in his eyes. No, she didn't understand. He didn't want her sympathy. With every ounce of his strength he pushed past his own potion induced walls protecting him from her empathy power. She would feel what he was feeling and then she would see how empty her words were. She sagged against Leo, gasping. His panicked eyes darted from Phoebe to Chris and back again.

"Stop it!" He yelled, finally making the link. Chris relinquished the emotional barricade he had just inflicted on Phoebe and suddenly looked more like himself. His startled green eyes lowed to the floor in shame. He hadn't thought himself capable of forcing that on anyone.

"I'm sorry." He stuttered at last. Considering he had just burnt whatever bridge he had to the Charmed Ones and if the Book of Shadows couldn't help him then, he reasoned, he would find someone who could. Without any further consideration he launched himself into the Underworld.

After Chris had left Phoebe it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. Leo supported her and kept her from falling.

"I knew I shouldn't have brought you, I just thought... I don't know what I thought. You just seem to know him more than anyone else, and... I should have known better. He was clearly not in his right state of mind before. Who knows what he's capable of? What was he doing to you?" Leo was babbling, unaccustomed to being wrong seemingly.

"I felt it." Phoebe interrupted him. He frowned, questioning her.

"I could feel him being torn to shreds by his own feelings. He can't hold himself together in that; I could barely stand half a minute of that. And he's living with it? He can't lose her, he can't deal with another loss. All his life that's all he's known. Now this? He won't make it. He blames himself..." Now it was Phoebe's turn to babble.

"Blames himself? Didn't look like it from where I was standing." Leo tried and failed to lighten the atmosphere.

"He wants to blame you. He wants to so badly. But he can't. He blames himself." Phoebe couldn't even begin to comprehend why. Although, she recalled Prue's death and how Piper had blamed herself and it didn't seem so strange. Love is irrational, she reminded herself.

Both Leo and Phoebe fell into silence, with no easy way to discuss any recent events. Leo had meant well in fetching Phoebe, recognising that he couldn't help Chris. Now it seemed not even Phoebe could attempt to save Chris.


It had been five days since Amy had died. Chris poured over every magic book there was searching desperately for the solution, reason and cause behind her death. He didn't eat or sleep, except when his eyes betrayed him and drooped down in exhaustion. He had already vanquished the darklighter, the rest of Amy's clan who had sent the darklighter, and a mass other demons that had been caught in his way, but it wasn't enough, it didn't bring her back, it didn't solve anything.

Despite only knowing this Amy for a matter of days, he felt like he had lost his Amy, the Amy he had known his whole life. He had lost his big sister and best friend. At times his Amy had shone out despite the change in age, and now she was dead. When he went back to the future, she wouldn't be there. She never would again. Even the memories that he clung to weren't real any more. When he was born in this time frame, she would already be dead.

Once again his eyes clouded with frustrated tears. He couldn't do anything. He hurled the book of shadows into the corner of the room. The crash it caused made Paige flinch from her spot just inside the doorway of the attic. Chris noticed her, lip quivering slightly, eyes still misted.

"Chris…? You need to eat and rest you know." Paige ventured, Chris stared down at the now empty stand for the Book of Shadows and shook his head. "At least eat something. Starving yourself isn't going to bring her back."

"Don't you think I know that? I've tried everything already…" Chris stopped realising that half the things he had tried would show them he was part witch.

"Well, maybe I can help. I'm sure Piper and Pheobe…" Paige trailed off as she noted Chris's stare.

"There's nothing you can do." Chris half yelled across the room. His frustrated anger broke free and he kicked the abandoned stuffed bear of Wyatt's across the length of the room, before slamming his fist into the wall. Paige stood stiffly, stunned by Chris's behaviour. "God!" Chris winced as he felt and heard a bone in his hand break on impact. He clasped the injured hand to his chest and bit his lip so as to stop the building whimper of pain bursting free.

Paige advanced slowly, as one might approach an injured dog, and slid an arm around Chris's shoulder to lead him downstairs.

"We can heal that…" He shook her off and gazed apologetically at her.

"I have to go." Chris explained briefly before orbing out. Paige rolled her eyes to the heavens before orbing downstairs to her sisters.

"So, did you talk to him?" Piper asked immediately.

"Yup," Paige sunk defeated into an armchair.

"That good, huh." Phoebe commented.

"I don't know what else to do. He won't listen. He won't sleep. He won't eat. He just broke his hand by the sound of it. How are we supposed to help?" Paige asked dejectedly.

"I told you he just needs time. If he's lasted this long, he has a chance." Phoebe reasoned.

"He won't even let Leo heal those burns..." Piper looked down at her feet, she felt bad, kind of. Phoebe had told them of Chris's injuries briefly but Paige and Piper hadn't seen them due to Chris's sudden interest in long sleeved tops.

"I can't even begin to imagine what he's going though now." Paige added, Phoebe lowered her gaze, she knew that those words were worthless just as they were when she had voiced them, now she knew exactly what he was going through, but she wouldn't tell her sister's that.


Up in the attic, Chris was taking action. He shoved a small rucksack full of candles, crystals and ingredients to almost any potion he wanted to make. He glanced round the room once more before he left. It was just a room, but it held only bitter sentiments and emptiness to him. In a flurry of blue orbs he was gone.

After what felt like the longest orb he had ever taken he arrived back in his room in P3. He secured the locks quickly and efficiently. Chris grimaced at what he was about to do, thank god that the Charmed Ones didn't know, this went against all the rules they had ever taught him. He set the candles in the circle and began the summoning.

"Hear these words, hear my cry

Spirit from the other side

Come to me I summon thee

Cross now the great divide"

And for good measure he added;

"Demon spirit, I call to thee

I who wish to set you free

Cross on over, so you may help

Come to me, Reveal yourself."

The orbs spiralling in the circle weren't exactly the traditional blue colour. There has a purple tinge to the orbs and they seemed slow and forced. Chris's brow furrowed, he focused only on Amy. This had to work, he had no more ideas. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the magic to succeed.

"Chris?" Her voice was light, curious and confused. Just like he remembered her.

"Amy?" He stared in disbelief.

"Really Chris? Sentimental much. You can't be doing this and you know it." Her rebuke was gentle but firm. Chris frowned Amy was... different... It wasn't exactly the child who had died in his arms, but it wasn't the woman he had left behind. Amy looked like a 14 year old but she spoke with the voice of the adult that Chris had known in the future. "Chris, I can't stay. They'll know it was you who cast this spell and then your cover will be blown... Then the whole futures screwed."

"Amy?" He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Which Amy are you?"

"No idea. A mix I suppose. What did you expect though? You weren't exactly focussing on one spirit so you got both. That was a bit of a ragged thinking, calling anything and everything of me that has ever and would ever exist of me that you even vaguely knew."

"I was rushed... What do I do?"

Amy smiled her 14 year olds smile and shrugged, "Keep going? There's still some future worth saving, Bianca, your family, your brother."

"And you?"

Another shrug, "I'm... I'm dead Chris. Here and in your future too. That's not gonna change any time soon." Chris glanced away from her spectral form. "Chris? Honey? That's okay. I'm okay with that. I need to go. Now." Chris nodded slowly and forced a small smile.

"Thank you." They both knew what he meant. She bowed her head, and in a moment she was gone again in a whirl of purple orbs.

Chris sunk on to his small sofa and curled up into a tight ball. He hadn't asked what he had wanted to. Was she happy? Safe? Stuck in the Wastelands? Or had she moved on? Too late. He slept.


Chris wandered from his room into the thriving mass of P3 goers dancing along to the upbeat music. He groaned. His head was throbbing to the beat. He felt half dead after completely ignoring all the general necessities of life for so long. Even after sleeping for about 16 hours he didn't feel that much better. He pushed his way through the people and over to the bar.

Piper, Paige and Phoebe sat round the bar relaxing. Wyatt was with his granddad for the evening which meant a relative freedom for Piper for one night. Not that she wanted it, her sister's had insisted on her taking a night off. Paige spotted Chris first and waved him over. He came, reluctantly.

"Hey. He lives!" Paige exclaimed, then instantly regretted her choice of words.

Chris grinned grimly. "Just. I feel dead to be honest. Any chance of a drink and some food?" Piper smiled and ordered for him quickly, knowing that this wasn't the time to object. Both her sisters had been worrying about Chris lately, especially Phoebe, so she had to try to fix that. Though, as Chris leaned over the bar to receive his drink his shirt sleeve rode up his arm revealing inflamed burnt skin. She averted her eyes, Phoebe hadn't been joking. Paige had seen it too and she wasn't so subtle.

"God Chris! You need to get that healed!" Chris stared at her for a moment, and then tugged at his shirt sleeve uncomfortably.

"I suppose. It draws attention, even in the Underworld. Makes it difficult for anything to get done. Later, okay?" Paige nodded slowly.

"We can get someone other than Leo..." Phoebe added. She sat stiffly on her bar stool, tense, certain that Chris could snap at any time.

Chris bobbed his head quickly, "That would probably be a good idea; maybe my hand as well." He lifted his still broken and still painful hand, before replacing it cautiously back in his lap. He paused then continued, trying to stop the oncoming awkward silence. "So did I miss anything?"

"Not much really. Without you we have a lot less demons to vanquish." Paige smiled.

"And a lot more time on our hands." Piper added under her breath.

Chris smiled back at them with a half smile, even without Amy, his cause was the same; he could still save the future... At least, he could save most of it.

"I can most definitely solve that problem."


THE END! Wow that took a while. Sorry if anyone hates me for killing off Amy. But the whole idea when I was writing this was it was like an extra episode that fitted into cannon with the series. Also, I couldn't in good faith have stuck Amy in foster care.

Anyway. Thank you so much for reading this far :) And I hope you enjoyed it. Maybe I'll write something else soonish.. but only if the plot bunny comes to visit this Easter. xxx