Once Wyatt had left him Chris gazed around the room analytically. It was his Aunt Paige's old room before she had moved and before that his Aunt Prue's room. In the years to come he knew he and his older brother would be sharing it. He smiled to himself at the weirdness of this situation.

He began thinking of the days event, how he had found himself on the bridge with no recollection of how he had got there. He thought about how his mom was unaware of who he was and then to his fathers behaviour. He was grateful for his father saving him from the elders earlier but then starting considering why he was around in this time. This wasn't the arrangement in his time, maybe it was just because he wasn't born yet. The thought saddened him as he shuffled deeper under the cover. As he felt himself falling into a sleep like state his previous memories seemed to be entwining with those which were not his own. Those of a time to come…

Wyatt felt drained, this day had seem to go on forever! It had started with actually seeing Chris whilst being fully aware that his younger brother had been avoiding him for days. It had gone through a trek to the underworld, his disagreement with Leo who had accidentally acknowledged knowing the truth and now Chris was a 12 year old. He couldn't claim it was an uneventful day, he was Halliwell though, he should expect these kind of things to happen.

He sighed to himself when he thought of his little brother. Chris had started to trust him, then didn't and then started to listen to him and then de-aged. Wyatt didn't even know how their current relationship stood as Chris was refusing to talk.

Piper and Leo had gone to bed over an hour ago but Wyatt found himself still sitting alone in the lounge. He looked into his empty cup and contemplated going to refill it. It was at that moment that the feeling of fear encompassed him. His mind felt like it was being crushed as pain shot through his very being and he immediately went on the defence. The pain momentarily eased, allowing him to locate it to the young occupant asleep upstairs.

Without another moment of thinking he disappeared in orbs only to appear upstairs. Looking over at the his sleeping brother he attempted to focus. There was no obvious signs of anything being wrong. He wasn't moving restlessly or yelling in his sleep. The only thing Wyatt noticed was that every time he felt the fear increase his brothers eyes would twitch slightly. Concerned about what to do, Wyatt decided the best option would be to wake him.

A gentle shake to the arm and the sound of his name seemed to be effective. Chris eyes shot open, wildly scanning the room before landing on Wyatt. Without another moment passing Chris had sat up and leant forward to hug his brother tightly, clinging as though for dear life.

Wyatt eyebrows shot up immediately, Chris was never one for displaying emotion so eagerly, he kept more to himself and Wyatt had never known him to more willingly insinuate an embrace. Despite noting how the feeling of fear had dramatically decreased Wyatt could feel him shaking and was sure the younger one was crying. He had accepted the embrace willingly but his concern was now building.

Wondering if he was ill, Wyatt raised his hand to Chris' forehead, testing for a fever. The action seemed to knock Chris back into reality. He broke the embrace forcefully, moving as far away from Wyatt as the bed allowed him. He swiped furiously at the tears before lying back into the bed, refusing eye contact and using the cover to block himself.

"Chris…?" Wyatt coaxed, concern filling his voice. Chris adamantly ignored him. Wyatt could see how he was still refusing to speak to him.

"Chris…" he tried again, "You can't wake like that and not explain to me what happened?!"

"Go away!" came the sharp response. Wyatt looked on surprised, those were the first words his brother decided on saying to him since being de-aged?

Wyatt wondered how to deal with this 12 year old version of his brother, deciding that actually being able to see him would be a good start he raised his hand in a swift movement. Chris felt himself being removed from his current quarters only to reappear on the sofa near the bed.

Having realised this, Chris glared at his older brother. Wyatt didn't look very impressed by the expression.

"What did you dream about?" he questioned carefully. Wyatt knew his brother well enough to anticipate his next move.

Placing his hand slightly forward he caused his brother to realise his orbs had been held in place so he couldn't escape.

His dream crept back to his mind and despite trying to hide it, the younger flinched slightly in his place.

Wyatt noticed it immediately and the confusion immediately graced his face. He noticed how his brother saw this and how he looked down guiltily having caused the reaction.

"I'm sorry," he said in a barely audible voice but Wyatt caught it.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," Wyatt stated, unsure of himself suddenly. He put two and two together, the fear he had felt from Chris in the dream and his brothers current reaction to him. Somehow, he had formed that fear in Chris! He questioned what future secrets his older version had hidden and how he could possibly fix them?