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Steven

I knew that Wyatt felt his baby's presence as soon as the barriers went down. I knew that he felt Christopher's pain, and fear as if it were his own. I knew he would orb here immediately. I was aware that he would be blood thirsty and angry beyond belief. I knew he would kill me as soon as he got here. Even though I knew all this, I couldn't find it in me to care. My baby sister was dead, and now I had nothing to live for. She was my only family, my only light and now that my crazy plan was ruined, I had nothing. Now, there wasn't even a smidgen of hope that I would ever see my sister again. I could do nothing but wait for Wyatt to come, no sense in trying to run, he would be here any minute.

Wyatt orbed in, his back opposite from me, "Chris," he yelled scrambling to untied his baby from the evil ropes that bind him.

"Daddy," Chris called out weakly. Wyatt, being too wrapped up with his son, didn't notice me as I leaned against the wall.

Opening his eyes, Chris saw me. I didn't feel guilty as I saw the fear in Chris's eyes as he yelled to his father, "Dad, behind you!"

Wyatt

I felt as if my heart dropped three stories at the state of disarray that my precious baby boy was in. Burn marks and open, bleeding wounds marred his skin; which was as pale as a sheet with exceptance of his cheeks which were flushed with a fever. "Daddy," he called out to me as he struggled to open his eyes.

Oh God. What kind of sick bastard does this to a kid, I thought. Suddenly something occurred to me, I do.

"Dad behind you," Chris called out, terrified. Quickly I turned around, and stood in front of Chris, protecting him from his tormentor. Lifting the man up, I chocked him without ever touching him. I only added light pressure, wanting this to last as long as I could make it. The man had stringy, unwashed, uncombed, blond hair and his outfit was matted with blood and dirt; I squeeze his neck harder. "Don't," a small voice behind me whispered.

"What?" I asked surprised, surely my son did not mean stop killing the enemy. The man who tortured him, and who deserved much worse than this. Much, much worse than this.

"You hurting him," came Chris's reply.

"Hurting him? Chris, he tortured you." I snapped, and immediately regretted it. Chris already had to deal with so much he didn't need me adding to it.

"But, he's you," Chris slurred.

"What?" I asked, loudly, with my confusion evident in my voice. Was there something else wrong with my son that I failed to notice? Because this man was obviously not me.

"You killed his sister, this is just his revenge. Please… please don't kill him. Please don't be evil." He begged me, voice breaking; I could almost hear the tears in his voice. Absently I snorted at it all; how could I, of all people, raise such a selfless child? I looked, back at the man I was chocking and thought about those long months without my baby. I thought about how Chris was closed off from me when I first came back to the past. How he looked at me in fear. I thought of the poor bastard in front of me. Apparently I had killed his sister, and he simply wanted to return the favor.

I let go of my hold on him, letting him crumble to the ground with a thud. "Just unconscious," I mutter to assure my child. To assure him that his torturer, soon to be murdered was indeed alive.

Hearing a whimper of pain, I quickly turned around and immediately started to heal. How could I forget about my son's pressing injuries?

"Dad, please for me, leave him here and take me home." Chris begged and I looked at the devil that had done those horribly gruesome things to my son, and I couldn't believe that Chris wanted him to live. He was evil, he deserved to die. He tortured a kid.

An unpleasant voice in the back of mind told me that I have also tortured a kid; kids really. The same voice reminded me that I may lose my child's faith in me if I kill this man. Before, I could chance it. I could focus on the fact that after going through this traumatic ordeal, and with me being the only person he knows and trusts in both timeline, that he would have no choice but to forgive me. But, then again, he is stubborn.

"Just take me home," Chris cried, brokenly. I couldn't help but pull him in my arms and orb home. Leaving a very alive man in my absence. I could always come back; Chris doesn't have to know.

Piper

I was working on a potion when Wyatt came in with the boy I recognized as Henry. Henr- Chris had a pale compaction and his clothes were stained with dried blood. He eyes were opened in slits, and they were drifting closer every second.

"Oh god, what happened," I exclaimed!

Wyatt ignored my question, "I need a spell to send us back to the future."

I nodded, "He can sleep in my room."

Wyatt hoisted Chris higher in his arms before shaking his head and saying, "He's fine."

Wyatt

I held my baby in my arms, as he faded off to sleep. He looked so innocent , even after all he has been through. I gripped him tighter at that thought. How could I have left that monster alive, he could come and try to get Chris again! I was about to get up, when I looked down at the sleeping child that I could loose with either decision I made. Who I came so close to losing. Who I couldn't lose if I wanted to hold on the sliver of humanity that I still held.

With a sigh I realized what I had to do if I wanted my son.

"Dad?" Chris asked sleepily.

"Yes,"

"When did you cut your hair?"

Epilogue

"…and years later Christopher Perry Halliwell was born." Abby ended

"What," the twin shouted.

"That was a sucky ending, I mean, what about Piper and Chris's relationship? It was never resolved." One of them question.

"And Leo and Chris or Phoebe and Chris?" the other inquired.

"Well, once baby Chris was born, Leo and Piper always doted over him. Even when Chris got his memories back, he didn't hold them accountable for anything." Abby explained to her children.

"What about Phoebe or even Paige?" Abby, in answer to her daughter's question, cocked her head over to the side, leading the twins' attention to a shaggy haired fifteen year old being held by Phoebe and mercilessly tickled by Paige.

"Mom, a little help here?" he called out.

The End

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