Jade: To find out who Chris is this early in the story would kind of ruin the whole point of a revelation fic. But one character will find out sooner than the others if it goes as planned. Thanks for Reviewing!

SYL: Thank you . You'll just have to read this chapter to find out what'll happen to Henry Junior. (sorry about the cliffhanger).

Jess Maximoff: Thanks for yet another review that made me smile and I definitely will have them invade him memories soon!

Now for another exciting chapter of S2SU.


He can tell by the way they're staring… or more accurately glaring that he'd just earned a place on their shit lists and may have possibly just signed his own death orders but he doesn't care. He couldn't let Junior die and would rather swap places with him any day at death's door. He calls out her name one more time, an underlined panic in his voice that screamed urgency present. That's how she knew it was bad. Charlie Gracin orbs into the manor abandoning her earlier hesitance.

Charlie: Chris, what is—

The rest of her question dies on her lips at the sight of the dying witchlighter in Chris's arms. At the age of five Charlie moved in next door to the Halliwells changing both Chris's life and hers and when she was twelve her life changed again as the demon that'd been Charlie's father began to show his true nature turning abusive and Charlie and Chris vanquished him. After that day Charlie Chase took her mother's last name of Gracin and became the foster child of Henry Mitchell and Paige Mathews.

Charlie: Oh God, Junior.

Tears form in her eyes as she scrambles over to her fallen brother and fiancé. Chris immediately picks up on the brunette's panic and forces himself to gain the composure of a leader. He raises a trembling hand to her shoulder and wills her to look at him.

Chris: Charlie! You have to heal him.
Charlie: What? I-I don't I've only done it once. I mean—
Chris:Loves the trigger and you're the most loving and alive person I've ever known. You've got this.

His eyes will her to believe his words to see him and Henry Junior like they're the only two people in the room. She extends her hands above the lethal blow Excalibur dealt and concentrates on how much she loves her knucklehead of a brother. Suddenly that familiar golden glow of warmth and life appears between the two of them.

Chris: Keep going babe, you're doing great.

He watches the wound close smiling because he knows he'd kept the promise he made to Paige to keep her little boy safe… even if it meant betraying the Paige and sisters of the present. He didn't even care what'd come next because—

The halfbreed doesn't get to finish his musing before he feels the sharp pain of an athame piercing the flesh between his fourth and fifth ribs. A pained gasp echoes throughout the room as all eyes move to the once unconscious witchlighter. Magnificent mocha eyes gleam as they stare into the halfbreed's icy blue eyes screaming betrayal. The brown eyes glaze over black as he begins to laugh. His hand reaches out telekinetically shoving all occupants of the room other than Chris into the nearest walls.

Junior: His lordship sends his regards.


Cole's the first to regain consciousness from his forceful collision with the wall moments later. He raises his head to see the halfbreed down on all fours with the athame still deeply placed between his ribs to where only the hilt showed. For a moment the demon contemplates faking unconsciousness and let somebody else deal with the halfbreed or even just leaving him for dead but decides to let his that nagging twinge of humanity overrule his thoughts.

He scans the room in search of the witchlighter only to find he'd already orbed out. Going over to the halfbreed he found himself walking at a slower pace. If he lied to them about Charlie's death what else was he lying about… Wyatt? Evil Future? Him and Phoebe being together? He couldn't trust him. Arriving at the boy's side he just stands there a moment locking eyes with him. Chris hisses in pain another time and the demon decides to help him onto his back. He then proceeds to go over to the demonlighter and nudge her with his foot. Slowly she forces her eyes open to look up at him almost thinking she's back in 2016.

Cole: Charlie was it? Your boy's not looking so hot.

Immediately any grogginess fades as she forces herself up and over to Chris and meets his gaze. Both are tearful knowing that Wyatt had gotten to Junior.

Chris: T-take out 'thame.

Her eyes move to the hilt of the blade and her hand hesitantly goes over the athame.

Charlie: On the count of three. One, two—

At three she hesitated not quite ready to cause Chris anymore pain than he'd already sustained but the athame was removed beneath her hand. Immediately her attention snaps back to Cole who can't stop smirking. His hands go up in a so-sue-me gesture and her glare deepens.

Cole: What? You hesitated.

She's quick to heal him. The second Chris can get the air back into his lungs he takes the demonlighter's hand and shimmers out knowing that the betrayal of one family member is all he can take for the day.


Chris stares blankly at his fiancé as he follows her from room to room like a shadow. He leans in the doorway and watches as she takes off the white t-shirt she was wearing that'd been smeared with blood and fishes out her long sleeved underarmor from the closet. She continues going through the motions of preparing to go after Henry Junior with the full intention of saving him the same way Chris did. Once ready she turns to the halfbreed, brow furrowing as she realizes he's not done anything to prepare which is a very anti-Chris move.

Charlie: What're you waiting for? Get ready, Halliwell. We have an innocent to save.
Chris: I-I can't.
Charlie: Whataya' mean you can't.?
Chris: I mean I can't!

And he couldn't. Unlike Charlie, Chris knew what having Henry Junior in Wyatt's command meant. That for Wyatt to have gotten to Junior he must have torn his way through the entire Resistance. Hundreds… thousands even were slaughtered because without the Ying to Wyatt's Yang there was no balance in the world. The scales tipped to the side of evil and evil crushed good. He can't force himself to fight because he's already lost.

Chris: Damn it, Charlie! They're all dead. Men. Women. Children. They're all dead because I wasn't there to save them… because I put family first! Because I thought family was everything! God, I was such a fool!

Halliwells never turned their back on family. Piper, Paige. Phoebe. All Halliwells preached about the significance of family about how it comes first. Chris believed it heart and soul but with those being ripped out by said people; he doesn't have it left in him.

A heart-in-your-throat misery sneaks up on both of them and if he didn't know better he'd say he heard her heart break. Family loyalty was such a part of the Chris she knew that without it, it's as if he's becoming a little more unrecognizable and knowing that he's giving up makes him a stranger. He may have given up but she hasn't. She spits out the next words like venom before stomping past him.

Charlie: Let me know when my Chris is back because this version you… I don't want any part of.


He feels like his heart throbs in his throat like it got wedged up there and wouldn't find its way back down until the situation was resolved. But suddenly, for the first time in his life, Chris feels a defeat that he can't bounce back from. He feels as if each soul taken rest squarely on his shoulders forcing him to stay grounded instead of soaring to the heights necessary.

Hours later, he returns to his and Charlie's home trying not to remember the look of disappointment on her face the last time he saw her, like it wasn't already burned into his memory. He pushes the door open quietly to find her curled up on her side of the bed facing away from him.

He peels off his jeans, intoxication causing him to slightly stumble during his attempt. From the dresser he pulls a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and slips them on before removing his still bloody long sleeve tee. Then, careful not to be an annoyance, he crawls into bed beside her sure to stay on his side. Judging by her breathing she wasn't asleep and despite an undeniable urge, he doesn't reach out to touch her. He just stares longingly.

Charlie: He's gone off grid.

Her sudden soft voice takes Chris off guard but his body reacts on autopilot. His hand moves to her shoulder, and thumb moves gently in soothing circles.

Chris: M'sorry, Pretty Girl.

She rolls over and tucks her head beneath his chin and the open arms encompass her body.

Charlie: Family's not everything, it's the only thing. Ya' know who told me that? You did.
Chris: I know I did. But I also told you there's two families, the one you're born with and the one you choose. They chose me, Char. The resistance was the family that chose me, to lead, to guide, to fight. And I chose my other family, traveling back when I should have—

Knowing where the sentence was going Charlie rolls away from him positioning herself the closest to the edge of the bed she could without actually falling off. She doesn't want him to say it, to him voice that he thinks killing Wyatt was an option would be devastating. She remembers the days when their world was a block wide and the Halliwells were the three musketeers. Thinking back to those boys, the idea of them being pitted against each other like this is a travesty.

Chris: All I'm saying is who are we to say one life is more important than the multitude.

He sits up on his elbow rolling to his side and plants a soft kiss on her shoulder before crawling out of the bed and taking his pillow with him. When it came to Charlie he always felt almost empathic and right now that sense was telling him there was no making her understand tonight… or maybe ever; he knows that part of her that was the little girl with a crush on big, strong, good Wyatt Halliwell wasn't ever going to let her. As he goes to the bedroom door, he hears her turn over and look his direction.

Charlie: I hate this.
Chris: I know. Goodnight Pretty Girl.

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