Dun. Dun. Last Chapter of Pariah...I know, quite a shocker. But worry not faithful readers...wow, I sound weird, ANYWAYS, I'll have sequel planned already :). I mean, this wouldn't be a Charmed story without demons...and magic...and more family drama. I mean, come on, I know I"m not the only one who wants to read about the whole Halliwell family going on tour...and of course, more Tyler/Chris action. Anyways, that should be up soon so keep an eye out :D.

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-Chapter Nineteen - Terminus (The End)

Chris entered the courtroom with his head held high and his eyes straight forward. He refused to meet Leo's eyes, but he also refused to enter submissively. He walked to his seat and sat down, his eyes staring at the council. He could hear Leo grumbling under his breath, but he paid no heed to it. The rest of the Halliwell family filed in and took their seats as well. Once they were all seated, Alan cleared his throat and looked at them. "I hope you're feeling better Christopher,"

Chris nodded but didn't say anything. "Now," Alan started, "What did you do after you ran away?"

"I hitchhiked to Los Angeles, the only things I took was my guitar, twenty dollars and a few pieces of clothes. For two weeks, I made money by sitting on the corner and playing my guitar."

"That couldn't have brought in a lot of money," mused Ellen.

"It didn't." Chris answered simply, "After the two weeks, Tyler showed up and demanded to know what I was think and all of that. He took me out to lunch, and then he came up with the idea that we should start a band and next thing I know, I'm in a hotel room bought by his older sister and we're trying to write songs and find a way to survive. I got a job as a busboy at a local bar to pay for things, although it didn't stretch far. Long story short, Tyler and I got a record deal and now we're famous musicians."

Alan nodded, "Now, what brought you back to your family? Am I correct to believe that you never thought about returning?"

Chris frowned, "The aspect of returning never occurred to me. I was too busy to think about that. The reason I returned was that my Godfather was killed in a car accident and my Godbrother was seriously injured as well. I felt that it was my obligation to return."

Ellen raised an eyebrow, "And what about your destiny of being the next Charmed Ones with your older brother? Did that go to the wayside as well?"

"It was in the back of my mind, but I figured that I wouldn't have to worry about it unless the Underworld suddenly reformed and started attacking mortals and witches again." Answered Chris, "Plus, I figured with me running away, the bond that Wyatt and I would be severed."

"You can never run away from destiny child," Helen chided, "It's been written, and it shall happen. That is how destiny works."

"Yeah, I'm starting to realize that," muttered Chris.

Helen smiled gently at Chris.

"Now, Leo, we'll hear your side of the story," Alan stated.

Leo nodded and stood, "Chris was always a troubled child. He would make up sensational stories to gain attention, I mean, look at him now, the singer and guitarist of a well-known rock band, he thrives for the limelight. This is all a hoax. This is some pathetic attempt to gain attention because he's sick and tired of being in his brother's shadow. I've never done any of those things in those memories."

"Then where did he get them from?" Ellen snapped.

Leo shrugged, "I'm not sure madam. Perhaps he dreamed them and he is delusional enough to believe them to be real. But, I never laid a hand on my children out of spite."

"How was Chris troubled?" Alan inquired.

Leo sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, "He was always talking back to us, he was a little smart-ass, excuse my language, and he never applied himself to school. He took everything we gave to him for granted. Honestly, it sickened me that a child could be so…heartless. He cared for nothing, not even his own family, which reached its peak when he ran away at the age of sixteen without a second thought of how he was putting his kin in risk. And looked how he turned out, a punk, and a homosexual, everything that is wrong."

Ellen briefly glanced at Chris; the boy's eyes were glazed over as he ignored what his father was saying, before she returned it to Leo. "All I see is a successful man who has someone by him that he loves. I see nothing that is wrong, Leo,"

"It was not how he was raised Madam." Leo explained.

"Children change as the mature," Marcus drawled, "It's what makes them adults. If children grew up as carbon copies as their parents the world would never progress. It's the nature of life."

"And the way you described the lad's troubles," spoke the Leprechaun, "It sounds like he was just growin' up, no harm. Every lad goes through a bit of a mouth in the young ages."

"Wyatt was never-"

"Wyatt and Chris are two different people," Piper snapped, "In case you haven't notice, with the different hair color and eyes."

"You are not getting what I'm saying," Leo growled, "That boy was headed down the path of evil! I had to stop it!"

"How was I turning evil?" Chris asked quietly, his eyes still on the council bench, "How the Hell could you tell that I was turning evil at the age of three? The thought of turning evil never crossed my mind, I would never betray my family like that nor was I raised that way."

"A father knows their children,"

"When was I born?" Chris stated, "You never seem to remember to come around those days. My favorite color? My favorite food? Can you answer those questions Dad?"

Leo gritted his teeth and turned away from Chris, "I had to do this. I had to keep him in line."

"There are other ways of keeping children in line Leo!" shouted Piper, "You didn't even talk to me about this? If you thought our son was turning evil, you should've come to me so I could knock you upside the head for even thinking that!"

"Piper, you're not thinking straight, he has brain washed you," Leo pleaded, "He's brain washed all of you."

"He's done nothing Leo," Piper said exasperated, "That's the thing…you abused a helpless child for no reason, and you can admit that to yourself. You can't admit you're wrong, and meanwhile you're tearing this family apart!"

"Everyone, sit down!" boomed Alan's voice, "Enough! Now, we will sit down and talk about this civilly or not at all. Understand!"

Piper sneered but sat down nonetheless.

"Now," Alan said as he sat back down, "The council has what it needs. We will adjourn to discuss, I suggest that the Halliwell family bar Leo go into the room you were just in to keep the conflicts down. We will return shortly with our ruling."

As one, the council stood and left in their respected ways. With a sigh, Chris stood as well and started towards the door.

"They'll rule in my favor, and you know that Chris," Leo said, a cocky tilt to his tone, "And when they do, you know what will come,"

Chris closed his eyes and bit back his retort. He hurried to the door, anxious to get out of the room before he lost his temper. "Oh, and your little boyfriend too," Chris's hand gripped the door handle, the metal beneath it quickly rising in temperature.

"Chris ignore him," Tyler hissed as he uncurled the fingers from the knob, "Now, get your ass in there." He ordered as he threw open the door, the half-demon let a small hiss leave his lips when his bare skin touched the burning brass. Throwing a glare over his shoulder as the rest of the family piled in, Tyler let some of his demon side show through, his eyes glowing a bright red. "Leave him alone, you've hurt them enough asshole." He growled before slamming the door shut behind him.

Sighing, Tyler calmed himself down and once he felt his demon side leave him, he opened his eyes and made his way over towards Chris. He couldn't help but smile when he noticed that Piper and the rest of the family left a seat open next to his boyfriend. Chris was staring straight at the wall in front of him, his face emotionless, and his fingers were laced together.

With a soft sigh, Tyler rested his arm on the back of Chris's chair. He could see Chris's wheels were turning, the man trying to figure out every possibility that could come out of this.

"Were you ever going to tell us?"

Chris's eyes brightened as he tuned back into the real world, his gaze falling upon his mother, "About the abuse, no."

"Why?" Piper asked her eyes wide.

Chris let out a sharp exhale and ran a hand through his bi-colored hair, "Because…just because alright Mom. Can we leave it at that?"

"No," Piper lightly snapped, "I think we all deserve an answer,"

"Because I thought you two deserved a family, alright?" Chris retorted, "I thought that while I didn't have a father, that Wyatt should have one. And Leo made you happy, who am I to take away your happiness? Those are my reasons, no matter how ludicrous they are."

"So, you sacrificed yourself for us," Wyatt said, his eyes narrowing on his brother.

"Yes,"

"Do you know how stupid that sounds?" barked Wyatt.

"Yes, I know it's so stupid to sacrifice myself for the happiness," drawled Chris, "Trust me when I say I've been told this plenty of times from both Tyler and my shrink, I don't need it from you too,"

"I can't believe you put up with this for thirteen years for such idiotic reasons!" Wyatt boomed.

Chris frowned, "How about this Wy, I put you in that situation and I'll see how you react."

"I would tell someone Chris, I would have much common sense." Hissed Wyatt.

Chris narrowed his eyes, "You don't know it's like to live in constant fear Wyatt. You can't begin to fathom what it does to you. Don't even say you would do this or that, because you can say all you want, but until you're in that situation, you don't know what the Hell you would do."

Wyatt gritted his teeth but tore his gaze from his younger brother.

"So, if you died, we would have to find all this out by some journal?" Piper asked heartbroken, "I would stay awake reading how my son got beaten by that same man I sleep next to every night? Are you insane Christopher? I can't…I can't even begin to picture how that would go, how much trouble that would cause. Did you ever think about us?"

Chris bit his tongue and chose to fall silent.

"Chris did what every child would do in that situation," Paige calmly explained, "You're not putting yourself in Chris's shoes. He was a small boy and his father, a man who he thought would protect him, would come and beat him up. Imagine how you would feel? He probably didn't know who to trust and who he could tell. And then when he probably figured it out, can you imagine break apart a family or dropping that big of a bombshell on your family?"

Samantha sighed, "Does this matter? Chris didn't tell us, alright, but that is in the past. Right now, can we focus on getting Leo prosecuted so we don't have to worry about him attacking Chris again, please?"

Phoebe nodded, "That's all we should be doing. Focus on the now, and not the past."

Piper looked at her son, the twenty-one year old was biting his bottom lip and his shoulders were hunched over. Tyler was rubbing his son's back just before Chris let out a trio of short, sharp coughs. Groaning, Chris sat up with a pained expression on his face. "Of course the Dayquil only has a four hour lasting period. Damn people need to make it stronger and last longer."

"You and your demands," Tyler chided with a small smile, but it quickly fell when Chris bent over to cough again, "Maybe we should cancel Tokyo."
Chris shook his head, "It's just a cough, I'll manage. I'm better than I was before."

"How sick were you?" Samantha asked, "I mean, I saw the cancelation for Paris on the website…I thought it was just a sore throat or something,"

"I'm fine Sam," Chris replied with an eye roll, "Never thought I would have a stalker in my own family."

"You were not fine," Tyler replied, "And she's not a stalker she's just a fan,"

"Stalker, and yes I was."

"You have a fever of 103 Chris, I know I'm not a doctor, but that seems pretty sick, and she's a fan."

"I get a fever of a 103 every damn year and you know it, and she's a stalker, she had a crush on me!"

"Hey! That was before I knew you were my cousin," Samantha quickly said, "And I'm not a stalker."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "How often do you check the website?"

"…Every day or every other day," mumbled Samantha.

Chris nodded, "I was right, stalker."

"Do we even post something every day?" Tyler rhetorically asked, "Aw, little Sam is a novice stalker."

"I'm not a stalker!"

Chris snorted, "Not by being so loud."

Samantha glared at Chris and maturely stuck her tongue out at her older cousin. Chris chuckled at Samantha's childish antics. A knock on the door stopped the chuckles as Matthew popped his head in, "The council is back."

Chris nodded and stood, "Let's get this over with."

The Halliwell family once again filed into the room and took their seat. Chris could feel his hands shake. Closing his eyes, Chris took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

"Now, in the case between Leo Wyatt and Christopher Halliwell," Alan stated, "We find the defendant guilty of physical and mental abuse. We also find the defendant guilty of attempted murder. As for sentencing, we sentence Leo Wyatt to be stripped of his Elder status and to become a mortal, thus being a death sentence. We are prohibiting Leo Wyatt from practicing magic or being in the procession of magical materials. He is also to stay at least 300 feet from Christopher Halliwell and Tyler Larson, and he is to stay 150 feet from the rest of the Halliwell family. Do you understand your sentencing?" Alan asked, his eyes narrowed on the fuming ex-Elder.

"I never did-"

"Do. You. Understand.?"

Leo gritted his teeth, "Yes."

Turning his attention to Chris, Alan let his expression soften slightly, "If he breaks any of these rules, you are to summon us. Understand"

Chris nodded.

"Alright, then. This court is hereby adjourned, Blessed Be." Alan said before the council left and the Halliwell family felt themselves shifting. When they stopped, the clan found themselves in the attic. Chris sank to the couch behind him, his eyes wide. Thirteen years of misery, and another five years of high stressed running away, and in a matter of hours, it was done. He couldn't believe it. It was done. He never had to see his father again.

He was free.