Here's the next chapter, I OWN NOTHING, ecept Allyson and the plot. I hope you enjot it.

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Without a second thought, Chris ran and dove into it with the sisters right on his heel.

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The three crashed against cold damp pavement. Instantly, Chris was up on his feet; all his senses on high alert. Every muscle, every fiber of his body surged with electricity with his hairs standing on end. A chill crawled down his spine as his eyes scanned the area; totally deserted and so still. No birds, cars or even voices blew through the alley. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement and jumped around ready to attack, but Piper held up her hands. "Whoa, calm down and where the hell are we?" the eldest sister asked, lowering her hands back down to her side.

Phoebe nodded in agreement as she stood up; small lines of blood rolling off her palm onto the rough pavement. Both sisters stared at their young white lighter for an explanation, but he ignored them. His old instincts returning to him as he glanced all around the empty alley. Something was wrong, he had followed Wyatt directly afterwards and should've come out at the same place. Unless Wyatt had blocked that area to torment Chris even further. Cut off from Allyson for even longer….oh god Allyson. The young brunette felt his body trembling as their blood raced through him faster and faster as terror rose in her heart. Terror for that devil's child growing inside of her…how could she care so much about that mistake? Instantly, Chris's deep emerald eyes drifted over to the eldest Halliwell, her own harsh words to her youngest son ran through his mind.

"So where the hell are we?" Piper asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where's Paige, I thought she was with us?" Phoebe asked, looking between her older sister and white lighter.

Piper opened her mouth, but Chris held up his hand and shook his head. Both sisters exchanged a glance, but neither spoke as Chris grabbed their wrists. He began to quicken his pace, dragging the other two behind him. Off in the distance, a low buzzing and humming sound rose in pitch as the three companions quickened their pace. Rounding a corner, Piper yanked her arm free.

"I'm not going anywhere until-"

Chris tackled her to the ground shielding her with her body as his right hand waved fiercely to right. Behind him, metal crashed against wood with a deafening echo through the deserted streets. His breathing was shallow as he turned and stared down the younger version of his mother. For a moment, panic passed through her deep, warm brown eyes as she stared back up at him. A fear he had seen only once….he shook his head and jumped off of her in regret.

Pushing herself up, Piper said, "Okay, you need to start answering some questions."

The young white lighter witch shook his head again, held up his index finger to lips, and then turned and began to walk away. Public places were too easy to be spotted. Without stopping, he kept walking with each step heightening his senses. Quietly, the two sisters followed him, but their eyes drifted all over the ghost town of the city. It felt so familiar, but held so much destruction it was a new world too. All the glories shops that had lined the street were blown apart. Sparkles of glass still glinted on the dark pavement in the faint moonlight peeking through the gray smoke clouds overhead. Builds stood empty with only a gentle breeze blowing the dust around to show any sign of possible life.

Roofs were ripped off while algae grew along the weakened walls. Cracks and large ditches filled the road, death traps for anyone not watching where they were going. Street signs were cut down while the street lamps were simple bulbs in the lamp posts with the glass scattered around the base. No grass or other signs of life filled the city as the three darted in and out of alleys. Fresh smoke filled their lungs from a fire off in the distance, but their guide quickly turned and headed off to the right. Holding their arms over their mouths, the sisters watched as Chris walked along barely breathing. As they dove into another alley, Piper cleared her throat and brushed the smoke away.

"I'm sorry, but don't we tend to avoid allies since this is where demons hang out?" the eldest sister asked impatiently.

"Not when the demons rule the world," Chris spat back in disgust.

Beside him, he felt Phoebe as she turned and stared at him, confusion etched onto her face. Leaning in close she said, "I thought you said Wy….someone else ruled the world."

"Yeah, but the demons are at his command and follow him without failure. It's basically the reverse that it is in the past," Chris explained, his eyes squinting against the dense smoke.

His heart sank even deeper as he heard the faint screams of innocents in danger off in the distance. Innocents the simple play things for the demons to toy with for their own pleasure just like Wyatt was doing with…. Chris shook his head and turned back to the sisters. Confusion and more fear shown through their eyes despite their strong personalities, this world was foreign to them. Grabbing their hands again, he ran deeper into the alley without stopping. He felt Phoebe's warm blood against his palm, but still quickened his pace. Terror kept him walking to keep the blood flowing and the connection between him and Allyson alive.

After a few minutes, Phoebe leaned in closer again and asked, "Why don't we just orb?"

Chris shook his head and paused, his eyes closed in concentration. The same humming sound zoomed over to them from the left and flashed a yellow light against the sisters. Piper paused and glanced over at the younger brunette. "Chris…?" she asked quietly.

Without another word, Chris waved his hand and once more sent the probe against the opposite side of the alley. Ripping a piece of cloth from his shirt, he handed it over to Phoebe. "Here wrap it around your wrists. Your exposed blood and the massive power exchange has heightened the probes sense to find witches," the young white lighter witch said.

"Okay, maybe you better start explain things for us," Piper said, helping her sister.

"Again, not here. Please can we get out of here now," Chris said through gritted teeth.

Darting across the street, he sighed deeply and gestured for the sisters to follow him. Night ware on, covering them in almost complete darkness as the sister tried to follow their young stubborn guide. A few minutes later, they came to came to a courtyard littered with trash and more destruction. Bricks and more dust swirled around the trio as they stared at the one building still whole. Phoebe felt her sister grab her arm tightly while her breathing grew faster and shallower. Despite all the chaos and damage to the city, the building was one of the most familiar places to them. Through the large sign had been taken down, it felt like a second home.

Neither of the sisters spoke as Chris walked straight into the club silently. His heart sinking with each step as the silence lingered on he continued to walk inside. Old wood and plaster were chipped away from the walls while the counter and bar were ripped off the floor. Ashes and the lingering screams of numberous innocents filled the stale air. Scanning the reminder of the club, Chris felt his hear drop into stomach as he forced his thoughts away from the destruction and guilt. How had a plan ment to change things for the better had gone so wrong. All those people he had sworn to protect and keep safe were gone with their last moments of life left on the floor and stained on his soul just as Allyson's blood ran through his viens and the same blood spilled to help shield the innocents from harm.

"What the hell happened to my club?" Piper asked extending her amrs wide in disbelief.

The young witch white lighter stared at her and shook his head. He had almost forgotten them…the people who had abandoned the innocents when the world need them most. Chris bite back a bark of laughter at the ironry that he had done the same to the people in his time. Were all Halliwells densitied to leave the ones most important to them? Shaking his head, he continued down the stairs and kicked away at the debry.

"It was already destoried before and it was headquaters for the resistance," Chris explained.

"A resistance for what…oh god you were gonna muder my son! You little son of low class whore Bitch. Well, I guss the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with the slut you picked up," Piper cried, her hands raising from her sides, but Chris smacked them away.

His deep emerald eyes flashed as his fingers curled into fists. This young women before him was not his mother, the mother he adored and cherished, and whose memory we fought to keep alive so that he could keep going and stop Wyatt. Gritting his tteth, he turned away. Anger never solved anything…and yet it was so easy to just let it take over. Not having to mask his feelings or try and keep calm when inside he wanted to explode and cry out for someone to just listen to him. To allow himself to be comfronted and loose control just once. He felt Phoebe's hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off and spun around to face the two younger versions of two people he once knew so well.

"Don't Phoebe just don't. And can you ever think about anyone except yourself. Everyday it was the same stuff, I want a normal life, no demons, I have a kid and a bussiness to look after I'm too busy You know nothing about this place or what it stood for. And we were never gonna touch your precius first born son," he spat the last four words out like pioson.

Both women seemed to cower under his intense gaze, but he barely noticed. It didn't matter if they had gotten his message or not, he didn't need their help; he never had even as a child. But as child his mother had loved him so much, but Piper wanted nothing to do with him. Every look, glance, smile, sneer, and word spoken volumes of hatred and mistrust towards her young unaksed for white lighter. Chris glared at her and turned away; his whole body stiffening as he felt Allyson's terror and Piper's gaze bearing into his back.

After a few moments, Phoebe said, "You're right, Chris. We don't know what you or anyone here has been through, but we want to help now. Please…let us try and help at least help you find Allyson if nothing else."

"She won't be safe. She's never safe with me," Chris muttered to himself.

"That's not true and you have us now, we'll help protect her too and-"

"Like Piper did so well last time?" Chris askedm glaring at the brunette.

Piper shook her head and sighed. "Chris, it wasn't my fault. She said Leo hurt you and abused you in the future. How the hell would she know that and Wyatt is good. This descutuion must have happened while he was gone."

"No, this destruction has been going on for ten years with Wyatt at the lead and even longer with all the demons even ones that you guys have never faced," the young whitch white lighter said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Chris, I know you're upset, but it isn't fair-"

Chris let out a hollow laugh. "When has life ever been fair, Phoeobe answer that."

Phoebe opened her mouth, but paused. He was right and she shivered as her heart sank. She felt his pain and crushed her heart, but something else was hidden deeper than her powers could reach. Only a flicker of emotion glowed beneath his hard core shell, a buried memory forgotten in detail, but the pain was still raw.

Taking a step closer, Pheobe said, "Chris…how…how did this happen?"

"Why not ask your little nephew, Pheoebe?" Chris said.

"That's not far, Chris. We onlt know him a cute little baby. How can…could we know or even think we has capable of all this?" Pheobe asked, placing her hands on her hips.

The young white lighter rolled his eyes and turned away from them. Nothing they said or did changed anything that Wyatt had done to him and countless others. How could they really understand what it was like living under his region of terror and cruelity. Chris felt his body stiffen as Allyson's own terror rose in his blood. Kicking away another piece debry, he walked away towards the backroom. The door opened easilywith a small squeak as he shoved it all the way open.

Every bone in his body was exchausted and sleep wighed heavy on his eylids, but sleep always seemed to aviod him as dust swirled around the air. Darkness surrounded the room, but he knew the room by heart. A simple room, that he had stayed in in the past, were filled with so many memories both horrible and beauitful. Behind him, he heard the sisters talking, but their vioces fall on death ears as another whispered in his ear. Blinking, he saw the outline of a slender figure hovering over the bed on his lap…the last night he had been with her where everything was peaceful. He heard it again, her vioce talking to him.

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"Chris, you have too," she whispered as she leaned against him.

Her arms were wrapped securely around his neck. Sitting upon his lap, she lowered his head and rested it against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. The scent was unnamed, but it was his and she loved it, just as much as he loved him. Chris combed his fingers through her darkened blonde locks in a soothing motion, even to calm his own nerves. Just beyond the door, the sound of the restful members of the resistance tried in vain to sleep, each second seemed to drag on with urgency, even through Chris had reassured them all over a million times that the plan would work. But now alone with her, he felt his own terror and uncertainty building within his chest. Resting his head on top of hers, he muttered, "I can't leave you."

His companion remained silent and simply squeezed him tighter. Righting herself, she stared deep into his emerald gaze through her own soft brown ones.

"You have to, just like you have to keep up appearances with Bianca…for us," she whispered.

"Why" Chris asked, like a five year old. The girl sighed deeply and started to shift her position to get up, but he secured his grip around her waist.

"Ally, please I love you and I hate pretending…it hurts me to see you in pain."

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Chris froze and shook his head. Everything was spinning and out of control. Her pain…no he only felt her pressence, but no emotions. Panic gripped all his senes as he glanced over his shoulder at the sisters. No there wasn't time to get them involved and he felt her panic as he tried to sense where she was. Quickly, he closed his eyes and blocked out all other distractions as he orbed away. Reforming in a grassy fuild, he saw a single figure lying on the grass. Dirt and grass matted her blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders and down a long white gown. Without a second thought, he boltted over and knelt down beside her.

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he asked, "Ally, Allyson, are you okay?"

Her body shook beneath his touch and she recioled away from him, bringing her knees up against her chest. Tears slid down her face as she shook against the cold. The simple white nightgown was to thin to though stand the cold wind.

"Allyson, Ally, are you okay?" Chris asked again.

The girl didn't responde, but continued to shiver. Gingerly, Chris brushed back her hair from her face and ran his fingers down her arms and caressed her cheek. No visable bruises or harms could be seen, and not once did she wince in pain. More confussion clouded his thoughts as he tried to make sense of this new game of Wyatt's. He shook his head, there wasn't time/ Quickly, he scopped her up, bridal style, but paused. Along the back of her legs, he felt something wet press against his fingers. Glancing down, he saw upon the tips of grass a small pile of fresh, wrm blood.

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